Signing Into Immortal Martial World - Chapter 151

　　Jiangwutang is located in Dehuafang in the 108th Fang of Tianjing, next to it is the War Department Yamen with two bronze statues.

　　 This five-in and five-out mansion was originally the residence of a certain Shangshu master.

　　 The two big cases of the Sands Gang and Yin Hou Fang shocked the ruling and opposition parties, and many high-ranking officials were involved.

　　 arrested those who were put in jail, those who were asked to cut after the autumn, those who ransacked their homes, those who were exiled for three thousand miles…

　　 Hundreds of people were involved and took off their black hats.

　　 Heilongtai has always been vigorous and resolute in investigating cases.

　　 The minzhimin anointing that came from the search was all confiscated.

　　 handed over and confiscated, and classified as state-owned.

　　 And there are Liu Jin, Gu Dayong and others staring at them, and no one dares to risk moving their heads and stretch their hands to fill their own pockets.

　　 After all, the evil name of the Eight Tigers is somewhat deterrent.

　　 Many houses, shops, and gardens collected by Heilongtai are partly allocated as rewards.

　　 Another part was transformed into an office space like the government office.

　　Jiangwutang is one of them.

　　 In the past, the military department was quite deserted.

　　 is completely inferior to the lively places such as the household department and the official department.

　　 These few days have been exceptionally abnormal.

　　Tianjing people who do good things,

　　 The dignitaries who moved by hearing the wind,

　　 A person in the world with three teachings and nine streams.

　　 Wuyang Wuyang gathered in Dehuafang.

　　 even the major inns were overcrowded, and house prices soared.

　　Teahouses, pubs, brothels, there are foreigners and new faces everywhere.

　　 There are a lot of troubles.

　　 This day.

　　 on the long street.

　　 Luo Yulong, the master of the Sword League, sits in the tea room in a black costume.

　　 He was holding a bowl of thick tea and booze. He caught a glimpse of his acquaintance from the corner of his eyes, and hurriedly said:

　　 “Brother Liang, I didn’t expect even you to come.”

　　 The middle-aged man wearing a Confucian scholar’s gown followed the prestige and laughed loudly:

　　 “Brother Luo, it’s been a long time since I saw you! I didn’t expect to meet you when I only arrived in Tianjing. It’s a fate!”

　　 Luo Yulong was also surprised. Dingzhou and Tianjing were separated by thousands of miles, and the other party came so quickly.

　　 The middle-aged man has white sideburns and is outstanding.

　　 He seemed to see Luo Yulong’s doubts, and said loudly:

　　 “The emperor Mu teaches the world, how can such a grand event be missed!”

　　 “I still entrusted the blessing of the first seat of the Qinglong Peak. I received the news early, and borrowed the Tengyun boat to arrive overnight.”

　　 “Otherwise, a few days later, this Dehuafang, I am afraid that I can’t even find a place to stay.”

　　 This person is based on the long street, laughs heartily, and has a refined temperament.

　　 If it were not for a three-foot green front hanging from his waist, ordinary people would only regard him as a teacher in a private school, rather than an authentic master of the rivers and lakes.

　　 “Brother Liang is in the dust, so might as well come in for a cup of tea.”

　　 Luo Yulong appeared in a daze and took the initiative to invite.

　　 The Tengyun Boat, which lives in the middle of the cloud, travels thousands of miles a day but waits for a while. It is a very famous artifact.

　　 This scene fell into the eyes of outsiders, and couldn’t help being surprised.

　　 After the emperor Mu came to power, several big gangs that were once prosperous rushed to fall, but the alliance of swords and swords stood firm.

　　 Although he was fined by Heilongtai, the foundation was saved.

　　 The businesses and sites left by the Sands Gang and Yin Hou Fang were finally returned to Luo Yulong.

　　 Those who violate the Da Zhou law, he has no guts to take over.

　　 can be like street pavement, cargo transportation at the dock, these are no problems.

　　 A blessing in disguise, the Sword Alliance grew stronger.

　　 The name of Luo Yulong, the great master, has also risen.

　　 can make him treat each other solemnly and eagerly, which is by no means an ordinary person.

　　 “Liang Baiqiu, the Confucian swordsman who lives in the cloud, is eightfold in the Mortal Realm! Even he is here, and Tianjing City is really a gathering of masters!”

　　 Someone broke the identity of a middle-aged man.

　　 “It turns out to be the top ten authentic elders. No wonder Luo Da is so enthusiastic.”

　　 Someone is yin and yang weird.

　　 “Master Yuanku from Tianlong Temple also arrived yesterday, and is now in Daxiangguo Temple.”

　　 Someone showed off.

　　 “With one method, the world will move, and the masters will do everything! The handwriting of Mu Tianzi will never disappoint!”

　　 Someone sighed.

　　 All kinds of discussions, chats, and noise are flooding the tea houses and pubs in Changjie.

　　The Tianjingcheng Dehuafang right now can be said to be a mixed bag.

　　 The emperor Mu is the dragon banner and the god, the sun and the moon are the meaning, and all the works are the merits.

　　 created a general outline of martial arts, which attracted the purple energy for eight hundred miles.

　　 Such an amazing vision, naturally, can’t hide from the prying eyes of those who are interested.

　　 There is no impenetrable wall in the world.

　　 Besides, Zhao Mu never thought of keeping it secret.

　　 Talking about everything that happened in the martial arts hall, it didn’t take long for it to be sent through the mouth of the people.

　　 spread more and more widely, flying all over China.

　　 This is the current situation of Dehuafang being overcrowded.

　　 “Brother Luo is also here waiting for the method of Emperor Mu?”

　　 Liang Baiqiu walked into the tea house, he did not dislike it, holding the thick bowl on the table, he drank the slightly bitter tea directly.

　　 Drinking tea is like drinking alcohol, and it’s a bit proud.

　　 “How many people are there in Dehuafang? That’s the teaching of the Great Master Xiantian!”

　　 Luo Yulong admitted generously and chuckled:

　　 “Weekly, the top of the list, the world’s first, the big name is placed here, who can’t be tempted?”

　　 “I have been stuck in the Eighth Layer of the Mortal Realm for a long time, and my aptitude is dull. No matter how difficult it is to advance, I have to find some opportunities.”

　　 Liang Baiqiu felt the same way, and sighed:

　　 “Budo climbing, a superb figure like Mu Tianzi can walk to the top of the mountain without much effort.”

　　 “It can be replaced by you and me, it is difficult to achieve a lifetime of hard practice.”

　　 Luo Yulong nodded in agreement.

　　 After the ceremony in the imperial city, the emperor Mu’s name spread to the world, and his voice shook Shenzhou.

　　 Various news about him were also unearthed.

　　The most unacceptable one is that the emperor of Zhou Dynasty is only fifteen years old.

　　 “Even if you start practicing in your mother’s womb, you will have walked the path of others for a lifetime in a mere ten years… God’s favor.”

　　 Luo Yulong is half bitter and half emotional.

　　 If you let him know, the young majesty who lives in the palace.

　　 In fact, it hasn’t been twelve months since I officially embarked on martial arts. I don’t know what to think about.

　　 “This is a rare opportunity.”

　　 The Confucian swordsman Liang Baiqiu lowered his voice slightly, and said softly:

　　 “Don’t hide from Brother Luo, Pang Shouzu has seen that method with his own eyes.”

　　 “He claimed that the method created by the emperor Mu is all-encompassing, and is beyond the predecessors, the way of a saint that has never existed in the past!”

　　 “Such an evaluation is really curious, how mysterious and profound it is!”

　　 “You and I have stagnated for a long time, it is difficult to make further progress.”

　　 “Maybe, the general outline of martial arts is where the chance lies!”

　　 Luo Yulong took a sip of bitter tea, his eyes moved slightly, and he couldn’t help but look at the forty-two monuments at the entrance of Jiangwu Hall.

　　Pure iron casting, abnormally hard.

　　 is covered by a layer of red cloth, blocking everyone’s eyes.

　　 Within a few feet, the Black Dragon Taiti Cavalry was heavily guarded.

　　 Anyone who approaches will be killed.

　　 Considering the fame of Emperor Mu and the great Zhou Dynasty.

　　 No one dared to try the law.

　　 “Tomorrow noon is the time to announce, Brother Liang might as well go with me to the Meiyuan Bingzhu to discuss the road.”

　　 Luo Yulong smiled gently and admired:

　　 “The emperor teaches the law and spreads it all over China.”

　　 “Don’t talk about Dehuafang, there is no inn in the north of Tianjing City that can vacate a room.”

　　 Liang Baiqiu nodded and replied:

　　 “When I visit Pang First Seat, I will reminisce with Luo Brother.”

　　 The two of them sat in the tea room and talked very happily. Suddenly, they felt their eyes and looked at a thin figure at the city gate.

　　 The old monk’s eyes were muddy, his blood decayed, and he didn’t look like a martial arts master.

　　 But whether it is Luo Yulong or Liang Baiqiu, the sight is firmly attracted by the magnet.

　　 can’t move!

　　 “I’m out of control, what’s going on?!”

　　 Luo Yulong was shocked, as if he had been pressed by a ghost.

　　 Clearly conscious, but the body does not listen.

　　 The big cold sweat dripped from the forehead, and the boundless fear swept over.

　　 “Master! Innate Grand Master!”

　　 Liang Baiqiu rolled his throat, barely remaining calm.

　　 He is like a clay sculpture of wood and plastic, sitting still.

　　 Until the old monk, who was like a candle in the wind, slowly walked into the tea house.

　　 “Two donors, can you give me a bowl of tea to quench my thirst.”

　　 hum!

　　 Luo Yulong and Liang Baiqiu’s eardrums vibrated like a drum in the morning and evening.

　　 The body is no longer stiff, and the ability to move is restored.

　　 “Master, please sit down!”

　　 Luo Yulong discharged a few copper coins and asked the tea liao boss to bring tea.

　　 The old monk had a calm face and didn’t say much.

　　 After drinking a bowl of crude tea, he asked weakly:

　　 “Dare to ask where is Jiang Wutang going?”

　　 Liang Baiqiu pointed in a direction.

　　 The old monk got up.

　　 bowed his head and recited the Buddha’s name.

　　 Walk barefoot.

　　On the whole long street, except for Luo and Liang, no one feels that something is wrong.

　　The old monk walked very slowly, waiting for him to come to the gate of Jiangwu Hall.

　　 Tens of feet away from that clearing area is already crowded with people of all kinds.

　　 is like those crazy believers in a famous mountain temple fighting for the first stigma.

　　 Even though the emperor Mu had said, the forty-two monuments are impressive for everyone.

　　 But there is always a group of people who are clever and feel that they can see it before others, and may be able to understand it better.

　　 “You thief and bald donkey, don’t you have eyes? Didn’t you see where this is?”

　　 Seeing the old monk continue to move forward, a blocker yelled at him and kicked him.

　　 The former raised his eyelids and glanced at the latter.

　　 Muddy eyes, calm.

　　 The splashing skin is like being struck by lightning, and his body shakes.

　　 As if the internal organs were all broken, he vomited blood on the spot and fell down.

　　 “It’s murdered!”

　　 “Pan monk attacked on the street!”

　　 “Bold fanatic!”

　　 “Dare you presumptuous before the Ministry of War and Yamen?”

　　 “……”

　　Dehuafang was already lively, and someone vomited blood and died.

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　　The old monk still walked forward unhurriedly.

　　 The Poppy comrade raised his hand and drew out a sharp knife and stabbed him.

　　咚!

　　Gold and iron fight!

　　 didn’t even scratch the skin.

　　 The old monk said nothing and continued on.

　　 Anyone who has a malicious or malicious heart will vomit blood and die.

　　 His gaze is like Shura Hell.

　　 A flesh and blood body fell, and there was no sound in an instant.

　　 Gradually, fear filled.

　　 The crowd dispersed, no one dared to approach.

　　 Looking at the black armoured riders who were waiting for the battle, the old monk finally stopped.

　　 Lecture at the entrance of Wutang.

　　 Within ten feet, it is forbidden.

　　 There are those who cross the line.

　　 This is the will of your majesty.

　　 “Amitabha.”

　　 The old monk sat cross-legged on the ground, his turbid old eyes staring at the forty-two monuments.

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