The heavens begin from Pingyang City

Dajin, the capital of gods.

As the capital of the Jin Dynasty and one of the most famous cities in the world, the Divine Capital is divided into five levels: inner and outer.

The core is the palace city, followed by the imperial city, followed by the inner city, the outer city, and various houses built along both sides of the canal outside the city.

If you look down from a high place, these buildings are lined up in rows, and each city is intertwined according to some indescribable rules, circle after circle, and finally converges in the imperial city.

If a formation master saw these layouts, he would be amazed. This criss-crossing layout is obviously an extremely powerful formation.

It was the weather in July at this time, and although there was still some scorching heat left in the sky and the earth, it was much cooler at night with the gentle autumn breeze.

As the center of Dajin, the streets of Shendu are also full of people.

Compared with the people of other cities, the people of the Divine Capital may not be much better dressed, but their energy and energy are obviously higher, with a hint of pride as the people of the Imperial Capital.

In a small courtyard in Kyoto, three figures were sitting opposite each other. They were Meng Qi, Zhang Yuanshan and Fu Zhenzhen.

Meng Qi is dressed in a white monk's robe, and his every move is becoming more and more indifferent and refined. The temperament of the eminent monk has been completely integrated into his own details.

He looked at the two people opposite and said: "I didn't expect that a mission would actually be completed in our main world!"

"yes!"

Zhang Yuanshan also sighed: "I thought our world was special, but I didn't expect it."

As he said that, he looked at Meng Qi and said with a smile: "By the way, congratulations to Junior Brother Zhending for being ranked first on the list. I didn't expect that you could kill the Wolf King so powerfully. You are worthy of being the Mang King Kong!"

"Well"

Hearing the first half of Zhang Yuanshan's words, Meng Qi felt a little happy, but when he heard the rest of his words, his expression froze.

Over the past year or so, he has changed his painting style through his own efforts, and everyone has gradually remembered the title of the Monk in White.

However, in a battle with the Wolf King, a strong man who had broken through the perfect half-step, he could not restrain his strength. He could only fully activate "Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills", "Golden Bell Cover" and various Buddhist martial arts. His whole body was like a body filled with darkness. The golden King Kong came down to earth and defeated the Wolf King forcefully.

However, this battle was won and he became the number one person on the list. However, the result was that his style of painting completely collapsed and his title became Mang King Kong again, and it is foreseeable that this title will remain for a long time.

It was quite exciting during the battle, but after the battle, Meng Qi regretted that his intestines were green, and secretly regretted why he couldn't control his rampant temper when the battle came.

But there was no way, things had happened, and he could only try his best to restore his painting style, but now it seems that the effect is not very satisfactory.

Looking at Fu Zhenzhen who was snickering next to him, Meng Qi could only pretend to be nonchalant and said modestly: "Senior Brother Zhang, thank you!"

"Ha ha."

After knowing him for so long, Zhang Yuanshan was still not familiar with this young monk's character. Seeing his expression, he couldn't help but laugh.

Just when Meng Qi was about to change the topic, two figures walked in.

One is Qing Jing, who is wearing a blue Taoist robe and has a slightly majestic temperament.

As he grew older, he gradually curbed his arrogance and became much more stable, but the aura of the Xuantian Sect's skills made his figure look a bit majestic.

And coming in with him, the descendant of the Emperor of Heaven, was a man in green with ordinary facial features, but with a faint mark between his eyebrows. It was Qi Zhengyan, the descendant of the Demon Lord.

I don’t know how these two came to Beijing together.

Seeing the two people coming in, Meng Qi seemed to have met his savior, and he quickly smiled and said: "Haha, senior brother Qi and senior brother Qingjing, we haven't seen each other for more than a year, and the two of them are becoming more and more extraordinary!"

Just as the two were about to speak, they suddenly sensed something and turned their heads and looked outside.

I saw two women wearing gauze hats walking in.

One is dressed in moon-white clothes and has a cold temperament, while the other is tall and has a gentle temperament. They are Ruan Yushu and Qi Xia.

With the arrival of the two men, only Jiang Yao and Jiang Zhiwei were left in the team.

A few people exchanged pleasantries, and Meng Qi sighed: "Senior Sister Jiang chose to live in seclusion like Senior Su Wuming did back then. I wonder what's going on now?"

After hearing these words, everyone was silent. Although they knew Jiang Zhiwei's talent and strength, everyone was still a little worried because after all, going into seclusion was a struggle with oneself and heaven. If you failed, you would die.

Just when everyone was distracted, the familiar voice of the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation suddenly sounded in their ears:

‘All six people have arrived in the divine capital. Main mission one is completed and main mission two is started. ’

‘Main mission two, sneak into the Qionghua Banquet, and any one of the six people will win the first place. ’

‘If the task is successful, one thousand five hundred good deeds will be rewarded. If it fails, the corresponding good deeds will be deducted. The same applies to those who have not been mixed in. ’

"Qionghua Banquet?"

Meng Qi frowned and whispered, and then looked at Ruan Yushu. She was the legitimate daughter of a noble family, and the elder of the family was also the boss of the political hall, so she should know what was going on here.

Ruan Yushu thought for a while and said: "The current emperor is scheduled to hold a Qionghua Banquet at the height of autumn in August, where he will compete in martial arts essays and evaluate talents. I heard that my uncle said that he is dissatisfied with the prince. This banquet may test several princes."

‘Choose a prince in disguise! ’

Meng Qi smelled the smell of bloodshed, and more importantly, the Shaolin Temple, as the ancestral home of the Zen sect, somehow participated in the court dispute and assisted the prince. His position as the direct descendant of Shaolin was a little embarrassing!

"We need to find out how to join the Qionghua Banquet!"

Qi Zhengyan directly stated the most important issue.

Meng Qi nodded and said, "Well, we really need to find out what qualifications are required to attend the banquet."

"You still have to figure out what will happen when you take the exam in advance."

Zhang Yuanshan reminded that the mission of these people was to win the first place.

"Where should we start?"

Everyone thought for a moment and finally looked at Ruan Yushu.

Among them all, she is the only legitimate daughter of an aristocratic family, and the elder in the family is also a big shot in the political hall, so she can definitely find out what is going on at the 'Qionghua Banquet'.

Facing everyone's gaze, Ruan Yushu nodded coldly and said, "I will find out more."

As she spoke, there was a hint of strangeness in her eyes as she said, "This time, he will also come to Shendu."

'he! ’

Everyone was stunned and immediately reacted, showing expressions of surprise.

"Brother Jiang {Senior Brother Jiang) will also come to the Capital of Gods?"

"Um."

Ruan Yushu nodded, with a smile on his lips.

"Very good!"

Hearing her words, everyone was overjoyed. With Brother Jiang, a master at the top of the earth rankings and almost at the Grand Master level, everyone could use his power to complete this mission more easily.

After everyone discussed the situation of the mission, they dispersed and returned to their own power's foothold in the divine capital, where they began to use their power to inquire about the Qionghua Banquet.

The river surface is wide, the water waves are undulating, and thousands of sails cover the sun, making it a lively scene.

On a high-rise boat, Yan Chong, the 'Sword Qi Changhe', was toasting with others.

"Brother Fan came to greet you as the number one scholar, which makes Yan very flattered!"

As he spoke, Yan Chong raised his glass and drank it down in one gulp.

Opposite him was a young man wearing a dark red headhunter uniform with a small silver seal hanging on his waist.

The young man has handsome features, a slightly hooked chin, and a calm temperament. He is none other than Fan Changmiao, the current number one scholar in martial arts.

"Haha, Brother Yan is third on the list. No matter where he goes, he will attract more attention than the number one scholar."

Fan Changmiao smiled and said: "And we all have a close relationship with the prince, so why do we need to be polite!"

Yan Chong smiled bitterly and said: "I am the third one who came here without knowing it. It all depends on the breakthrough of the people in front. Those who are killed will be killed."

As he spoke, a look of sadness appeared on his face: "To be honest, I can't see the list of people clearly now!"

In just a few years, three people have appeared on the list of people who have reached heaven in one step. Among them, there is also a person who has been blessed with four tribulations and has reached the top of the earth list.

And he, who is ranked fourth on the list of people who have been able to fight against each other, still has not touched the threshold of returning to his original nature.

"So what!"

Fan Changmiao expressed his enthusiasm: "No matter where you go, No. 3 on the list will not disturb the situation and will not let most of the forces surrender!"

Yan Chong was about to speak when he suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling and suddenly turned his head to look out the window. He happened to see a large ship passing by with a person standing on the bow.

Dressed in moon-white monk robes, this man has a handsome appearance and an indifferent temperament. He forms a harmonious whole with the river, breeze, scattered clouds, ships, etc., exuding a touch of Zen, as if he wants to turn this place into a Buddhist country.

As if feeling Yan Chong's gaze, the man turned his head, met his eyes, and then smiled and nodded in greeting.

"He's here too!"

Yan Chong whispered to himself that he had a deep memory of this person who surpassed him in just a few years and became the number one person on the list, almost as good as that person.

"who?"

Fan Changmiao also saw the monks on the boat and had some speculation in his mind.

"Mang King Kong!"

Yan Chong narrowed his eyes.

Fan Changmiao's expression changed continuously: "He has also arrived in the capital of God!"

This is not a good thing. Now everyone knows that Shaolin somehow participated in the court dispute and supported the prince.

Now that Mang King Kong, the direct descendant of Shaolin and number one on the popular list, has come to Beijing, it may be very detrimental to the prince behind him.

At this time, another building boat passed by, blocking the view. The waves on the river were surging, as if there was a wind.

King Kong enters the capital!

This information quickly spread throughout the city of God, and started to spread wildly in the streets and alleys!

I don't know how many good people are eagerly waiting to find out where this Mang King Kong is staying, guessing his purpose of entering the divine capital with great fanfare.

For many ordinary people in the world, the location is too far away from them.

The talent list is real, and you can talk about it, and you might even think that one day you or your children will be on the list!

Therefore, the entry of the most popular person into Beijing naturally caused a sensation.

However, many powerful forces frowned, secretly guessing whether this direct descendant of Shaolin was supporting the prince on behalf of Shaolin.

But at this moment, Meng Qi, who had everyone guessing, was sitting on a carriage heading towards Taipingfang on the edge of the imperial city.

The destination of his trip was the Su family, the spiritual capital of Su Ziyuan's body that he occupied in this life.