Talk about the world of mortals in detail

This was a direct collision of force and potential. Not only was there smoke and dust around the two opponents, but even their breath was blurred.

The blown sand and flying snow hit the surroundings, causing a terrifying pressure.

The soldiers huddled on the wall were so frightened that they fell off the wall one after another. The military attachés who were still in the courtyard all turned over and jumped out of the wall. They felt as if they would be crushed if they stayed here.

There was even an illusion that the entire Xiangshan Temple was shaking slightly.

Only Duan Silie could resist the fear in his consciousness. His feet seemed to be rooted in the earth, standing firmly in place and refusing to move.

Both inside and outside the Zen monastery, whether it was some soldiers and horses on the periphery, unknowingly detaining pilgrims, or the original monks in the monastery, all could feel the vibration that did not come from the body at this moment.

Ordinary people do not have no perception outside the body, but they are often too weak and easily affected by other things.

But at this moment, everyone in Xiangshan Zen Monastery was in turmoil and looked shocked. Although they didn't know what happened, they knew that something must have happened.

Although the commotion in the courtyard was loud, it actually didn't last long.

There were many more heads popping up on the wall, and the military attachés who had just escaped also came in one after another, while Duan Silie stared at the scene without blinking.

At this moment, the helpless monk stood opposite Yi Shuyuan, their palms touching each other and making no other movements.

The two-foot-square ground near the feet of the two people was in the shape of a funnel, with the lowest point sinking for more than two feet, with less than half of the broken bluestone bricks remaining.

The snowflakes in the sky fell one after another, and when they landed near the monk, they melted in advance before they hit the ground, as if he himself was a human-shaped furnace.

Long Feiyang was clearly in contact with the monk, but the snowflakes could fall to the ground beside Long Feiyang without any hindrance, even falling on his head and body.

The whites of the monk's eyes were bloodshot, and his breath was unstable. He slowly withdrew his hand with uncontrollable trembling, clasped his hands together and bowed to the warrior in front of him.

"Thank you for your teachings, senior. Ding Feixiong can fight like this. This life is enough. Senior's martial arts are astonishing, and his true energy is deeper and unfathomable. I'm afraid he has no opponent in this world."

There was gratitude in his voice, and some inexplicable emotions. The monk only felt that he still had Senior Long to defeat him, but what about Senior Long himself?

Thirty moves, one too many and one not too many. No matter in terms of the process or the result of the fight, the senior in front of him had so many advantages that the monk could not even force the opponent to use his full strength.

This Senior Long's martial arts has reached an unbelievable level. This is not a competition at all, but a final pointer!

Use martial arts to discuss Tao, so that you can listen to the "Martial Arts Sutra" at the last moment!

It wasn't until this moment, when everyone watching the battle who was still in a daze after hearing what Monk Bu couldn't say, realized that the winner was decided.

Although the results can already be predicted from the previous process.

But that last palm was really frightening. We can’t blame everyone for being so concerned. It wasn’t until this moment that they could confirm that Dragon Warrior had won!

But at this moment, the monk's body seemed to be constantly filled with heat. Even though the fight was over, it still kept others depressed.

Yi Shuyuan took back his hand, looked at the helpless monk calmly, and spoke with regret and emotion.

"Master, why bother!"

The helpless monk made the last move, at the cost of destroying his martial arts, to forcibly raise his Qi, and in exchange for a palm that was evenly matched with Yi Shuyuan's.

The heat that was like a furnace around the monk at this moment was just the last afterglow of a lifetime of martial arts.

At this time, the skill is still there, so the heat will rise. After a while, the skill will begin to dissipate, and the heat will weaken.

The monk is very tolerant. At this moment, his meridians are tingling, but he can smile again.

"A poor monk can compete with his seniors. If he doesn't try his best, won't he have regrets?"

Yi Shuyuan took a few steps forward, reached out and touched several of the monk's large acupuncture points. A stream of true energy merged into the monk's body and traveled around in his meridians, quickly dissipating the heat in his body outside his body.

After the true energy traveled around in a circle, it also dispersed out of the body, but there was a ray of energy that went to the Dantian and was eliminated.

The feeling of steaming heat also quickly weakened.

The helpless monk's face suddenly showed some relief, he could no longer feel any other abnormality, and his body was even more empty. There was no longer strong innate true energy, and there was no longer the stinging pain in his meridians.

"Although you have given up your martial arts skills, Mr. Long doesn't want you to become a useless person."

Hearing Yi Shuyuan's words, the monk's face showed gratitude.

"Thank you, senior, for your mercy!"

In that state just now, the meridians would probably rupture after the exercise, and he might not be able to take care of himself in daily life. But now, at least one part of his body is still there, much stronger than ordinary people.

Yi Shuyuan and Monk Feng both left the pit and walked toward the military attaches over there.

Everyone had complicated expressions, but many of them also felt inexplicably relieved.

Facing the two people approaching, Zou Jie took the first step and saluted, and the other military attachés also saluted the two innate warriors with a little excitement, even though they all knew that the monk's martial arts were useless.

Among them, the most excited person is naturally Duan Silie. Being able to witness the duel between innate masters is both an honor and a great reward.

In the distance, by the arch of the wall inside the temple, Shi Sheng and Hui Mian on his shoulders were hiding here to watch.

Although the duel was over, Shi Sheng still couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Hui, senior, are you so powerful in martial arts? Can you let Master's friend also teach me martial arts?"

Hui Mian tapped Shi Sheng on the head with his claws.

"You little fool, Long Feiyang was transformed by your master!"

"ah?"

"Shhh, stop shouting around!"

"oh!"

Hui Mian knows that multiple changes can not only allow him to blend in with the human world, but also to understand various mysterious ways through various changes, and to integrate into various stories with various identities.

It is also a kind of hidden guarantee. If you need to do something in the future that is not convenient for you to show up, you can get rid of it by changing to another identity.

So naturally it is not easy for people to know the way of change.

But of course the people closest to me are fine.

On the top of a big tree in the courtyard at the other end, Monk Zhaoli also stood on the treetop and looked at the front yard.

From the beginning of the duel between Duan Silie and Monk Wu, to the appearance of Long Feiyang for the final battle with Monk Wu, Monk Teru Li did not miss a single bit of excitement.

At this moment, Monk Zhaoli was extremely shocked.

The power just now actually made me feel scared! How could a mortal warrior be so strong?

I'm afraid it's just like what Long Feiyang said, even monsters and ghosts can be killed, right? ——

Now that things have happened, naturally no one in Xiangshan Zen Monastery will embarrass Monk Wu anymore.

Putting aside Duan Silie's excitement, the others, as Dayong's military attachés, also wanted to get to know a peerless master like Long Feiyang who was in the innate realm, and they also had respect for Monk Wu.

It's just that when the two innate masters came over, the only ones who could really speak were Duan Silie and Chief Governor Zou Jie.

"Dragon Master, Zou Jie is here to greet you!"

"The Governor is welcome!"

Yi Shuyuan returned the salute and stepped aside. Zou Jie understood what he meant and solemnly saluted Monk Wen.

"Master Wuwei, whether you believe it or not, Zou did not mean to embarrass you, let alone excuse himself. As of now, I can only promise to explain it clearly to you in front of the emperor and fight for an ultimatum for you!"

"The great governor does not need to blame himself, the poor monk has no regrets!"

The monk said and looked at Duan Silie.

"General Duan, your spear has been destroyed. The string of Buddhist beads that the poor monk gave you is a black iron made from the magical weapons of masters from Nanyan and the northwest countries, fused with their essence, and given to you to forge a weapon."

Duan Silie was about to express his thanks when he saw the monk continuing to speak.

"Although the Guiyuan Pill is gone, the poor monk will write down the Guiyuan Gong silently and send it to the general. Of course, the general has Senior Long's guidance. This skill can only be used as a reference!"

"Long didn't give him advice, he just taught him how to exercise."

Duan Silie was so excited that he thanked the monk with Buddhist rituals.

"Thank you, Master!"

This kind of reward is not the envy of others, and naturally no one has any objections.

Yi Shuyuan looked at Duan Silie and said, "Good kung fu" without saying anything else, then turned and left.

"Senior Long, where are you going?"

Duan Silie obviously still has many things to say to the senior he misses so much, fearing that he will disappear again.

Yi Shuyuan turned around and looked behind him, glanced at everyone and smiled.

"Originally, it was an appointment with old friends, but now it's natural to go to the appointment. I think Mr. Yi will be able to regain his freedom, right?"

The old governor hurriedly answered.

"That's natural!"

Yi Shuyuan nodded and strode towards the backyard. The soldiers gave way to him wherever he passed. When he passed through the arch and passed Shi Sheng, the little guy made a weird expression on his face.

"Dragon, hello, Master Long."

"Hahahahahaha."

Yi Shuyuan laughed when he heard this, bent down to pick up Shi Sheng, and strode away.

At one end of the front yard in the distance, whether it was the helpless monk or a group of military officers, they all looked at Long Feiyang's retreating back.

"He is really a strange person in the world!"

The helpless monk's murmured words were also the feelings of everyone around him.

Near the monk's house in the backyard, the place where Yi Shuyuan lived had long been unattended. When he walked to the front of the house, he could vaguely hear the even breathing in the room while sleeping.

However, Yi Shuyuan did not enter immediately, but turned his head and looked to one side.

Monk Teru Li, who had used a blind trick, felt his heart skip a beat, and he felt like he had been seen through, and he flew away almost immediately.

It wasn't until this moment that the gaze turned back to the door. Monk Teru Li also understood that he had indeed been seen through.

"Squeak~"

Yi Shuyuan opened the door and went in. After closing the door, Shi Sheng could not restrain his excitement and immediately spoke out.

"I want to learn, I want to learn, Master, I also want to learn martial arts!"

"Hey, if you don't feel tired, then go ahead and learn!"

Yi Shuyuan had no objection to this, while Hui Mian was already snickering on Shi Sheng's shoulder. This little guy was simply asking for trouble, and he hadn't yet perfected his immortal skills.

Hearing Hui Mian's laughter, Shi Sheng felt a little regretful, but still wanted to learn.

——

Later that day, a memorial written by Zou Jie, the governor of the northwest, was rushed to Chengtian Mansion.

The letter passed through various inns along the official road, constantly changing people and horses during the journey, day and night. Nine days later, the memorial arrived in the capital.

As soon as the memorial was sent to Chengtian Mansion, the auxiliary prime minister and the Minister of War, who knew they had a lot of connections, came to see the memorial.

In the imperial study room in the afternoon, Emperor Dayong read the contents of the memorial carefully, clutching the cover tightly.

"Nan Yan has carefully mapped out the terrain of our Dayong border. We can't start a war yet. It's not yet time."

The Changfeng Mansion's grain-producing plain was flooded, which was almost like a stab in the emperor's heart, and it greatly affected the rest of the national policies. But even so, the emperor still stabilized his mentality and slowly governed the country.

The careful drawings provided conclusive evidence, but the emperor could only suppress his anger. He knew that the people's livelihood had not been restored, the military governance was not good, military preparations were insufficient, and food and grass were not abundant. Even the granaries everywhere were not full and could not withstand the war.

"Although we can't start a war, we still have to guard against it. We need to dispatch soldiers to the northwest to ensure that the weapons are complete! Let Nan Yan know that I am war-weary but not afraid of war!"

"Your Majesty, Holy Might!"

"Back off!"

The two ministers glanced at each other and bowed before leaving.

"Yes! Please leave!"

The emperor's eyes fell on the second half of the memorial again, and he was filled with emotion and even more joy.

"For the helpless monk, give him an ultimatum and allow him to become a monk with peace of mind."

As he spoke, the emperor looked to his side.

"Liangxi, send a confidant to Suzhou quickly. In addition to rewarding the relevant people, etc., if Mr. Yi is still there, be sure to keep him for me. It is best to 'persuade' him to come to the capital!"

"According to the order!"

Zhang Liangxi knew the emperor's heart well and bowed before retreating.

The emperor also breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, and was delighted that Yi Shuyuan, who had not been heard from for many years, was fine.

Secondly, Xizuo in the northwest has a lot to do with it. Mr. Yi happened to appear there with his friend Long Feiyang, and he happened to bump into Xizuo and Monk Wenfu. I'm afraid it's not a coincidence!

It can only be said that although Qi Ren is not in the court, he still cares about the Dayong community!

But with an almost invincible master like Long Feiyang here, I'm afraid I can't force people to come to the capital.