novel-bin Chapter 120, The Heroic Thief of Central Plains
Chapter 120, The Heroic Thief of Central Plains
Chapter 121, The Heroic Thief of Central Plains
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Wei Bin's figure was like a ghost, his feet moving with strange footwork, his body leaving afterimages as he circled around from in front of Ren Qingshan to behind him, his five fingers forming a claw as he grabbed at Ren Qingshan's back.
Sensing the wind behind him, Ren Qingshan took a half step forward, twisted his waist sharply, and launched his legs into the air, unleashing hundreds of kicks in an instant, as fast as a storm, creating a violent sonic boom.
With his body as soft as mud, Wei Bin leaned against the ground, dodging all the attacks. He flicked his fingers, shooting out streams of true energy.
But unexpectedly, a silent, shocking force struck.
His inner energy circulated throughout his body, generating wondrous ripples invisible to the naked eye, like flowing water, as he tried his best to neutralize the Golden Tiger Roar.
Then Ren Qingshan transformed his hand into a knife, slashing with each strike.
Suddenly, he sprang to his feet, laughing loudly as he flew off the stage and landed steadily: "Junior brother, your martial arts are truly impressive!"
Four days later, Wei Bin, the great hero of Zhongzhou, received a letter from his master and rushed over on horseback. He first had a small match with Ren Qingshan to test his skills.
Both sides agreed not to use weapons and to stop when the fighting was over.
in this way.
After exchanging no more than ten moves, he had already witnessed his junior brother's martial arts skills and decided to stop fighting, having no desire to win or lose.
We were just joking around.
Ren Qingshan jumped off the stage, looked at him, shook his head and smiled, "Senior brother is too modest."
This senior brother's skin is truly incredibly smooth—even smoother than the courtesan's skin at Phoenix Pavilion.
This set of movements is as fluid as water, making it impossible for the enemy to figure out. Moreover, the posture is exceptionally graceful. Even the awkward move of rolling on the ground has a sense of dance.
I want to learn —
at this time.
The disciples watching from the Jiuyang Martial Arts School saw that the two innate masters only scratched the surface and were not satisfied at all; some even did not understand what they were seeing.
True energy is mostly invisible and formless; in this invisible clash, the danger within cannot be perceived by those not directly involved.
As the saying goes: laymen watch the spectacle, experts watch the details.
"I practiced this third move of the Golden Tiger Roar for a long time back then, but I still couldn't master it. Hahaha, I'm ashamed of myself."
Wei Bin smiled broadly, revealing slightly blackened teeth. He loved drinking, smoking, and chewing a medicinal fruit called "Qingzai." He had just offered some to Ren Qingshan, who politely declined, both amused and exasperated—it was betel nut!
"Not at all, senior brother, I'd like to learn that movement technique too, but what's it called?"
"This is something I've come up with unintentionally in recent years, and it's called 'Drunken Arhat.' I'll pass it on to you later."
Wei Bin readily agreed, appearing quite magnanimous.
Hearing the conversation between his two disciples, Gongshu Ce's eyes flickered slightly: "This is a martial art from the former Dragon Subduing Holy Sect. Where did you obtain it?"
Wei Bin cupped his hands and respectfully replied, "It was in a karst cave on both sides of the Grand Canal south of Beijing that I found the remains of the old monk who passed away years ago. The old monk left behind an underwater grotto there and carved this body technique on the stone wall. He also carved Buddhist scriptures and a leg technique called 'Arhat Leg'."
He openly revealed this extraordinary encounter in front of so many people, without any concern that others might covet it.
"What happened next?"
Gongshu Ce pressed for an answer.
"I have copied all the martial arts techniques on the stone wall. I will leave the Buddhist scriptures and statues to those who are destined to find them. There was also a golden Buddha in the cave, which contained a Great Rejuvenation Pill. I sold the golden Buddha to buy wine, and the Great Rejuvenation Pill saved a seriously injured and dying farm boy."
Wei Bin answered confidently, taking out a hammer and putting it in his mouth.
Everyone stared at him in disbelief upon hearing this.
The Great Rejuvenation Pill is a life-saving divine medicine, once the treasure of the Dragon Subduing Holy Sect. It can revive anyone who has a breath left, and it is extremely precious even to innate martial artists—yet he was willing to give it away to someone else.
Gongshu Ce nodded, put his hands behind his back, and left.
Looking at his master's retreating figure, Wei Bin smiled and called out, "Master, I also brought you a treasure, the most prized possession of the Lijiang Sect, the Water Crystal. I've already placed it by your bedside."
Gongshu Ce paused slightly, turned to look at him, and laughed, "You're just asking for trouble! I'll expel you from the sect sooner or later!"
With a chuckle, Wei Bin scratched his head, his eyes even showing a hint of enjoyment.
After not hearing his master scold him for several years, he even felt a little nostalgic.
"Gentlemen, tonight, Phoenix Pavilion is on me, I've booked the entire place!"
After his master left, Wei Bin smiled at everyone and cupped his hands in greeting.
A group of disciples cheered loudly. Although they were not used to his bold and unrestrained manner, they had to go for such a good opportunity.
This senior brother is truly dashing!
Ren Qingshan thought to himself, a slight smile playing on his lips.
If I have time, I still want to go out and have some fun with him in the martial arts world. Since I started learning martial arts, I have never left Fengcheng Prefecture.
In the blink of an eye.
That is the Double Ninth Festival.
Ren Qingshan arrived at the foot of Shenxiao Sacred Realm a day early, accompanied by Chu Tiankuo, Wei Bin, Feng Jianqin, and several attendants.
These days, Wei Bin really indulged in showing off in the city. He spent two days passing on "Drunken Arhat" and "Arhat Leg" to Ren Qingshan, and then stayed at Phoenix Pavilion every night. He pawned a flawless jade wall that he had obtained from who-knows-where for 60,000 taels of silver and squandered it all in just over half a month.
When Feng Jianqin was not invited to the Autumn Festival of the Divine Firmament Sacred Realm, she took the initiative to offer to go.
As for Chu Tiankuo, he was a prefectural magistrate and a Xiantian expert, so he naturally accepted the invitation and the request to accompany him.
This person's political views lean towards neutrality; he is not good at trivial political affairs and specializes in martial arts.
Make friends regardless of factions, and befriend people from all walks of life.
Of course, from the night of the Liu family incident, Ren Qingshan knew that his move to search the Liu family residence first was politically motivated. He was also very shrewd and there must be a reason behind it.
He harbors great ambitions, but keeps them hidden, only unleashing them at crucial moments.
The Divine Firmament Sacred Realm spans three hundred li in circumference, surrounded by fertile fields and numerous villages and towns. It has eight outer gates, making it a veritable local tyrant within three hundred li.
Ren Qingshan learned that the local people rented his land by drawing lots every year, because the grain tax was only 30% of that paid by the imperial court.
This sect deeply understands the principle of "a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow." After eighty years of management, it has built the sect into an impregnable fortress. People from the surrounding villages and towns consider it an honor to join the Divine Firmament and work for it.
The group rested for a day at an inn outside the mountain gate.
The next day, led by a disciple of Shenxiao, they walked up the mountain.
The mountains and forests were decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and even the stone steps leading up the mountain were carpeted—but smoking was strictly prohibited, and disciples patrolled the area.
"Has Lord Chu been here before?"
Ren Qingshan and Chu Tiankuo walked side by side, looking at the beautiful scenery around them, and casually asked a question.
Chu Tiankuo slowly shook his head, his expression calm and profound: "This is my first time here. This place is indeed magnificent and worthy of the name of a sacred realm."
On the wall of the inn at the foot of the mountain, there are murals depicting the beautiful scenery of Shenxiao Sacred Realm, known as the Eight Views. Each one is different, but they are all creations of heaven and earth.
"Emperor Wu of our dynasty truly had great ambition; with a wave of his hand, he dismantled such a treasure mountain—foolish! Foolish indeed!"
Wei Bin chimed in, cursing the emperor in front of the officials without batting an eye.
Chu Tiankuo glanced at him, shook his head and smiled, without responding.
The Shenxiao disciple leading the way glanced back and, upon hearing such offensive words, couldn't help but retort sarcastically, "Our sect has rendered meritorious service in supporting the emperor; this is something the emperor owes us! It's perfectly just and beyond reproach!"
Wei Bin chuckled and didn't refute. Instead, he stepped forward, apologized with a smile, and chatted with the disciple for a few moments, which made the disciple beam with joy and start a lively conversation with him.
He has disguised his appearance, and the Shenxiao disciples do not know that he is the "Heroic Bandit of Zhongzhou," but only think of him as a follower.
Ren Qingshan watched this scene with a slight smile on his lips.
It seems that Senior Brother Wei is up to no good.
What exactly is that legendary martial arts artifact from the Divine Firmament Sacred Realm?
Suddenly, she felt a slight tug on her clothes. Turning around, she saw Feng Jianqin with a worried look in her eyes, shaking her head slightly in acknowledgment. Since Chu Tongzhi was right in front of her, she didn't say anything more.
"Does Lord Chu know what the legendary martial arts story of Shenxiao is?"
Ren Qingshan looked at Chu Tiankuo and asked in a low voice.
Chu Tiankuo smiled slightly and said meaningfully, "Elder Feng, even Master Gongshu doesn't know, how would I know? I hope to see him today."
He paused for a moment, then added, "The Autumn Festival is a grand event. Prefect Wu went up the mountain yesterday. The Ten Thousand Swords Sect, one of the three great martial arts holy sites in Central China, also sent people to attend the ceremony."
Ren Qingshan understood his meaning: there were many experts gathered here, so he should not act rashly.
We walked for a while longer.
After passing through a massive mountain gate, we arrived at the core main branch of the Divine Firmament Holy Sect.
Ren Qingshan called Wei Bin back to avoid him causing any further trouble. Even if he were to cause trouble, he would need to assess the situation further and devise a plan carefully.
We had just passed through the mountain gate not long ago.
Ren Qingshan paused slightly, then his expression returned to normal, and he continued walking.
But a storm was brewing in my heart.
Ground book!
The Earth Book is lit up!
Regenerated earthy yellow with a halo of light!
As if sensing something, the Earth Book began to develop wondrous raised patterns on its originally ordinary gold paper material, highlighting the shape of a mountain. It appeared very small on the map, but its outline revealed the continuous mountain range of the Divine Firmament Sacred Realm.
Ok?
Could this mountain have been part of a book written on the ground?
I was thinking about these things—
Suddenly, the ground beneath their feet trembled violently, causing the earth to shake and mountains to shudder.
From the depths of the earth, a deafening dragon's roar rose into the sky!