The Emperor Comes to the Heavens

Chapter 70 Waiting for good news

When you step on the top of the peak, you will see a bamboo building surrounded by a fence surrounded by flowers and plants.

Outside the fence, there was an old man in white robe with a broom in his hand, sweeping the dead leaves all over the ground.

Sensing Qingxuan's arrival, Zhang Sanfeng paused, and said in a warm voice: "Little friend, what's the matter here?"

"On a whim, I want to talk to Zhenren Zhang about world affairs."

Zhang Sanfeng was stunned, he leaned his broom against the fence, walked slowly towards the bamboo house, and said, "Please come inside."

Stepping into the clean and tidy bamboo house filled with fragrance, Qingxuan unceremoniously sat on the futon.

"After half a year, my little friend's skills have improved again."

Qingxuan smiled lightly. For nearly half a year, although he hadn't made a breakthrough in his realm, the aura in his body was extremely strong, and he was only a step away from the fourth level of foundation establishment.

After the tea was brewed, Zhang Sanfeng sat on the futon, with a warm smile on his face, he said: "The old man has retreated into the world and has no intention of asking about world affairs. Since the little friend is interested, the old man might as well listen."

"I'm not interested in world affairs, and if it's not necessary, I won't waste my energy."

Picking up the tea and taking a sip, Qingxuan pointed to the ground and asked, "Master Zhang, who owns the land under his feet?"

"Little friend asked the question knowingly, the land under his feet naturally belongs to the Central Plains."

As he spoke, the sharpness in Zhang Sanfeng's deep eyes flashed away, and he raised his eyes slightly, and said, "Half a year ago, the assassination of King Ruyang was done by my little friend, right?"

Qing Xuan's expression was startled, and a smile appeared immediately.

It is said that people are old and mature, and it looks really good. Although Zhang Sanfeng has retired from the world, he probably knows everything in the world well, and he probably won't be able to relax.

"It can be said yes, or it can be said no."

King Ruyang was killed by Cheng Kun, and he was just helping to mend the knife. Even if he didn't mend the needle, King Ruyang would not be able to see the sun tomorrow morning with his injuries.

"Little friend wants to be emperor?"

Qingxuan waved his hand and said, "I'm not interested in the throne, and I'm just doing this as a matter of convenience."

"Then the little friend came to find the old man?"

"Shaolin in the north and Wudang in the south, Yuan soldiers encircled Guangmingding half a year ago. Master Zhang should know that the Dayuan court has long been dissatisfied with the martial arts in the Central Plains, but they don't know when the butcher's knife will come down. If so, why not just cut off the butcher's knife? "

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Sanfeng took a deep look at the young man opposite him.

Qingxuan smiled lightly, and said: "The rivers and lakes seem to be calm now, but in fact there are dark tides surging. In fact, only one fuse is needed, and Zhang Zhenren does not need to come forward at all, and the future troubles can be eliminated forever."

Putting the tea to his mouth, Zhang Sanfeng said in a flat tone: "Fan Yuan is not as simple as just saying a few words, otherwise the land in the Central Plains would not have fallen into the hands of Mongolia."

"That's why I came to look for Master Zhang. In Jianghu, your prestige is unmatched, and your disciples are well-known. If you can take the lead, I don't mind helping Wudang."

"Oh?"

Zhang Sanfeng was a little curious about Qingxuan's words.

Seeing this, Qingxuan stretched his right hand into the sleeve robe, pulled out the folded sheepskin roll, and gently placed it on the table.

Zhang Sanfeng put down the teacup, spread out the yellowed parchment, looked at the ancient seal characters that came into view, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Wu Mu's suicide note!"

Taking a deep breath and folding the sheepskin, Zhang Sanfeng's face changed slightly, but he regained his composure in a blink of an eye.

"I don't know the fuse that the little friend said?"

"I've already planned the fuse, the martial arts supreme, the sword slaying the dragon... As long as someone becomes the leader of the martial arts and orders the world, it's only a matter of time before he turns against the Yuan."

Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but fell into deep thought, thinking of certain figures in his mind, he said after a while: "This old man knows the strength of his disciples, there are countless masters in the rivers and lakes, they may not be able to win the throne of the martial arts leader."

Qingxuan smiled slightly, knowing that Zhang Sanfeng had moved his mind, after all, Wudang was the sect he founded, and he would naturally like to see it prosper.

"As long as Zhenren Zhang nods, I will do it myself."

Speaking of this point, Zhang Sanfeng already understood what he meant, the latter wanted to hand over the power to him from the Wudang faction, if Qingxuan made a move, the martial arts supreme would be sure.

"Little friend, isn't he interested in power?"

Qingxuan knew what Zhang Sanfeng was worried about, and said bluntly: "I pay attention to personal strength. I will leave here soon and go to a far away place. I just push and don't ask about other things."

"Hehe, it's a blessing in the Central Plains to have a little friend here."

To Zhang Sanfeng's words, Qingxuan smiled back, he had his own purpose, and the fuse of rebelling against Yuan was just doing it conveniently, not to mention the word blessing.

Anyway, sooner or later you have to go against the yuan, so it's better to push it.

Putting away the sheepskin rolls on the table, Zhang Sanfeng said: "Then the old man will wait for the good news of my friend."

After drinking the tea, a smile appeared on Qingxuan's face. After chatting with Zhang Sanfeng for a while, he turned and left.

When they came to Gongde Hall, Wudang Seven Heroes were waiting here. Seeing Qingxuan coming down, Song Yuanqiao took a step forward and said, "Master Qingxuan, the evil son Song Qingshu offended him in Qubo City that day, please forgive me."

"Song Daxia is waiting for this seat, isn't he just saying this?"

Song Yuanqiao nodded heavily, and said: "Although Qingshu deserves what he deserves, he is the only son, so I have the courage to ask the head of Qingxuan for advice."

"You have an extremely high level of cultivation, but...forget it, for the sake of Zhenren Zhang, I will give you a chance."

Taking a look at Song Yuanqiao, Qingxuan shook his head slightly.

The latter is only at the peak of his cultivation, not to mention asking for advice, I'm afraid he won't be able to make a single move in his hands. Since Song Yuanqiao has spoken so politely, he must be given a step down.

"Master Qingxuan, please move."

Following behind Song Yuanqiao and the others, they soon came to the Wudang faction's training ground.

At this time, there were still many Wudang disciples on the training ground, and several of them couldn't help but tremble when they saw Qing Xuan, and their eyes averted a little.

At Song Yuanqiao's order, all the disciples dispersed, and the martial arts training ground immediately became empty.

"Master Qingxuan, please!"

Hearing this, Qingxuan walked slowly into the training ground, glanced at Song Yuanqiao, and said in a flat tone, "Let's do it."

Song Yuanqiao nodded slightly. The latter was able to sit on an equal footing with his master, but he didn't dare to overdo it. With a flick of his robe sleeves, a gust of wind swept out, his footsteps burst out, his right hand formed a palm, and instantly slapped his chest.

"The internal strength is profound, but that's all."

After finishing speaking, with a wave of Qingxuan's sleeve robe, a powerful spiritual energy swept out.

Feeling the oncoming pressure, Song Yuanqiao's pupils shrank, the energy in his palm dissipated, and he hurriedly released his internal energy, but the terrifying force still knocked him back a few steps.

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