The Heavens Are Unlimited: Starting from One's Martial Arts

Chapter 236 Flower Monk

Doctor Lin and others exclaimed in great surprise: "My lord! My lord! The Princess has woken up!!"

"Oh my god, by the blessing of the late emperor, my daughter actually woke up."

King Anning was surprised, stunned, stunned for a moment in ecstasy, and immediately rushed to the couch, looking closely at Princess Anning who had woken up, for fear that she would fall asleep again.

At this moment, there are no words to describe the joy in King An Ning's heart.

Princess An Ning said with a faint breath, "Father..."

King An Ning nodded quickly and said, "My father is here, my father is here!"

Lu Ming also woke up, stood up from the mat, and came to the couch.

"The princess has just woken up and needs to calm down and adjust her breathing," Lu Ming said.

Princess An Ning saw a familiar face, she was very surprised, and shouted: "It's you!"

Lu Ming smiled, nodded and said, "Amitabha, the benefactor, is the poor monk."

In an instant, a kind of pain that is hard to remember, flooded the heart of the girl who had not tasted the first fruits.

When I woke up from the dream, the pain of being rejected was so vivid.

Princess An Ning couldn't distinguish between reality and dream for a while, and couldn't help crying: "You don't love me, you deceive my feelings!"

Including King An Ning, everyone looked at Lu Ming in unison.

Lu Ming replied calmly, "It was the poor monk who sneaked into the princess's dream just now and woke you up. I offended you so much. Please forgive me, the princess."

"My lord, since the Princess has woken up, the poor monk will leave first."

"The princess still needs a lot of rest to recuperate. Donors, it's best not to bother you too much. Doctor Lin can prescribe a few nourishing medicines."

Lu Ming bowed slightly, turned around and retreated.

King An Ning wanted to see him off in person, but Lu Ming asked him to stay.

After Lu Ming left, Princess An Ning, who was crying sadly, calmed down slowly.

Waiting for the corner of her eye to look for Lu Ming, the empty wing room, the figure of a monk dressed in white, has already gone away.

Princess An Ning couldn't help but feel empty in her heart.

Lu Ming probably didn't expect that he cured Princess An Ning's nightmare syndrome, but made the girl suffer from lovesickness.

After leaving Prince Anning's Mansion, Lu Ming didn't intend to return to the palace either.

He is alone, free.

Between heaven and earth, you can come whenever you want and leave whenever you want.

On the street outside the palace, the crowds were bustling and their voices were buzzing.

The cries of restaurants and shops, the chatter of crowds, and the sound of carriages rolling over the bluestone road symbolize the prosperity of the imperial city.

The Great Zhou was fighting all the year round, and the people were in dire straits. I am afraid that only the imperial capital of the Great Zhou could see a bit of prosperity.

"Where are you going next?"

"Well, I'm going to meet my villain."

"The main altar of the Demon Sect is located in an underground palace on Jiuyi Mountain outside Qingyou Mansion."

Before Lu Ming left the Shaolin Temple and went down the mountain, he naturally asked Zhao Min'er about the location of the Demon Cult's main altar.

It's just that Lu Ming still needs to ask someone about the specific location of Qingyou Mansion.

Zhongzhou is divided into nineteen prefectures.

Qingyou Mansion is considered to be a mansion far from the Great Zhou Imperial City, and it is already close to the Shiwan Mountain in Nanling.

Lu Ming found a restaurant, asked the general direction of Qingyou Mansion, drove the lotus platform, and flew directly to Qingyou Mansion.

The journey is long, and it is obviously impossible for Lu Ming to fly to Qingyou Mansion in one go with only the true energy in his body.

Fortunately, Lu Ming has been receiving rewards from the Sutra Pavilion for 60 years and has not received much else. Shaolin Temple has saved a lot of Great Return Pills.

As the secret treasure of Shaolin Temple, it is naturally extremely precious, but Lu Ming eats it like an ordinary jelly bean.

It's okay to throw one into your mouth, refine the power of the medicine, replenish the consumed Buddhist true energy, and continue flying.

If the three great monks of the Shaolin Temple knew about it, they would be so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven, shouting at Lu Ming that he was wasting all natural resources.

Qingyou Mansion.

After Lu Ming arrived, he found flags fluttering, horses neighing, and all kinds of people gathering in the ancient city.

On the contrary, there are a lot less ordinary people.

People from the rivers and lakes with swords and swords occupied all the restaurants, chatted loudly, drank wantonly, and ate meat.

Many people who had a falling out over disagreements directly drew swords on each other!

A sense of pleasure and revenge came to his face.

Heroes are forbidden by martial arts.

Compared with the imperial city controlled by the imperial court and strictly managed, Qingyou City, where the sky is high and the emperor is far away, has become a paradise for people in the world.

After some inquiring, Lu Ming found out that Qingyou City was holding a martial arts conference, and wanted to elect a martial arts leader, and then use the momentum to fight against the demon cult and the evil emperor Wu Tianchou.

Qingyou City is already a mixed bag of fish and dragons, and with the martial arts conference, it's no wonder that so many people from the world have gathered.

Lu Ming sat quietly in the corner of the restaurant, as if isolated from the world.

He picked up a glass of water and took a sip.

While drinking water, out of the corner of his eye, he was still looking at the groups of people occupying the restaurant.

These sects are easy to distinguish.

Because the costumes of each sect are unified, the attire is consistent, and they have distinctive characteristics.

A group of ferocious bare-armed men, eating wine and meat very noisily, and their voices were so loud that the whole restaurant could hear them, they were the gang members of Black Tiger Hall.

A few women dressed in strange clothes, with cloth scarves on their heads, and mainly using whips as weapons, and who were kept at a distance by others, must be from the Five Poison Sect in Nanling.

There are also well-dressed, bright and beautiful men and women who wear swords around their waists. They are not bad, and they should be disciples of Mingjian Villa.

At this time, the noisy restaurant, which was surprisingly unified, suddenly fell silent.

A group of Taoist priests in navy blue Taoist robes walked into the restaurant.

Unsurprisingly, they are the Taoist priests of "South Wudang"!

North Shaolin, South Wudang!
There are two decent sects in Zhongzhou Jianghu.

Shaolin Temple is known as the No. [-] sect in Jianghu, because the first patriarch Bodhidharma created many martial arts and experienced the glorious period of the sixth patriarch.

Today, Shaolin Temple is in decline, and Wudang Mountain is even more famous.

The reason is very simple. Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang Mountain, is still alive today.

He is also the most senior and respected martial arts master in the world!
Someone once praised Zhenren Zhang for being the best in the world in martial arts. He was a true leader of the martial arts world, a master of a generation, and his prestige was unrivaled.

But no one knows exactly how far Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation has reached.

Some people think it is the second product in the world.

There are also people who think that after Zhang Sanfeng closed the life and death test, he broke through to the first rank in the world.

There are also speculations that Zhang Sanfeng has actually entered the realm of martial arts and has become a real land god.

No matter what, it is also true that Zhang Sanfeng has never been defeated since he became famous.

The most famous achievement probably belongs to defeating Xiaoyao Wang, a strong man in the Western Regions, and saving the world from a catastrophe.

The Taoist priests from Wudang came, which made the other sects in the restaurant quiet down.

The old Taoist headed by him swept across the crowd in the restaurant, saw Lu Ming sitting in the corner, his eyes lit up, and he walked over.

The old Taoist priest put his elbow on the fly whisk, bowed slightly, and said: "I am a humble Taoist. Do you dare to ask if the donor is an eminent monk from Shaolin?"

Lu Ming got up to return the salute, and replied: "The poor monk, whose name is Miaochen, is just a sweeping monk from Shaolin."

"Sweeping monk?"

A strange color flashed in Taiwei's eyes.

"Could it be that Shaolin Temple only sent a sweeping monk to participate in the martial arts conference?"

However, Taoist Priest Taiwei remembered that not long ago, first the demon sect attacked the Shaolin Temple, and then the imperial court implemented the order to exterminate Buddhism.

Shaolin Temple has suffered many hardships and its vitality has been seriously injured, so I can't help but feel relieved.

"Hey, no wonder your temple only sent one sweeping monk here."

Taoist priest Taiwei shook his fly whisk, sighed, and asked with concern: "How is your temple doing now?"

Lu Ming said: "A hundred wastes are waiting to be reborn, and we will be reborn from the cocoon."

Daoist Taiwei nodded: "That's good, that's good."

Because of Taoist Priest Taiwei, other sects in the restaurant also noticed Lu Ming.

They originally thought that Lu Ming was just a bald monk with a handsome face, and he might be a flower monk, but they didn't expect him to come from Shaolin.

"He turned out to be a monk from Shaolin Temple."

"It's a pity to become a monk for being so handsome."

"For this martial arts conference, Shaolin Temple only sent a sweeping monk, which is too insignificant."

"Hey, don't you know that Shaolin Temple has been robbed many times, and its vitality has been seriously injured. It is not bad if someone comes."

"Hehe, Shaolin has declined."

People in the rivers and lakes whispered to each other and talked a lot.

They speak the truth without any taboos.

Lu Ming turned his gaze, thinking that the emperor just issued an imperial decree yesterday, making himself a holy monk, and it's normal for these people not to know.

Daoist Taiwei chatted with Lu Ming for a few words, then led his disciples upstairs to rest.

They traveled far and wide, and had just rushed to Qingyou City from the Wudang faction. They needed to adjust their breathing well in order to prepare for tomorrow's martial arts conference.

As soon as the Taoist priests from the Wudang sect left, a strong man from the Black Tiger Hall came to Lu Ming's wine table with a plate of sauced beef.

I saw that he had a strong back and strong muscles, a ferocious black tiger tattooed on his left shoulder, and shiny iron rings on his right arm.

The strong man brightened the black tiger tattoo on his left shoulder, stepped on the bench, and shouted in a broken voice: "Lao Tzu, the left envoy of the Black Tiger Hall——Li Kui! Fifth rank realm!"

Lu Ming lowered his head and blew on the hot water in the cup, took a shallow sip, completely ignoring Li Kui, the left envoy of the Black Tiger Hall.

The strong man's eyes turned cold, and he shouted loudly: "Young monk, the old bald donkey from Shaolin Temple! Is there no one else, why did you send you a sweeper?"

Lu Ming glanced at Li Kui, and said indifferently: "Little benefactor, the poor monk is old enough to be your grandfather."

"I don't mind having a grandson like you, poor monk. Come on, call me grandpa and listen."

What Lu Ming said caused the restaurant to roar with laughter.

The women of the Five Poisons Sect laugh the most, their flowers and branches are trembling, making others very envious.

Li Kui's rough-featured face immediately darkened.

Instead of being angry, he grinned grimly: "The bald donkey of Shaolin Temple, you are the only one here. If you have something wrong, Shaolin Temple, as the number one sect in the world, will not be absent from the martial arts conference?"

"At that time, all the famous sects in the world will come, but without Shaolin Temple, Shaolin Temple will probably plummet!"

A group of strong men from Black Tiger Hall sat at the next table, laughing loudly.

Lu Ming reached out to pick up a piece of beef with chopsticks, put it into his mouth, and said flatly: "Boy, I want to take this opportunity to step on the name of Shaolin Temple and boost the prestige of the Black Tiger Hall. You are not qualified enough. Let your hall master come."

Li Kui's eyes turned cold, and he shouted angrily, "You're courting death!"

Li Kui swung his arm thicker than Lu Ming's thigh and slammed it down.

The shiny iron rings on his arms collided with each other, making a "dang dang dang" sound.

The power of a punch, supplemented by the iron ring on the arm, and Black Tiger Hall's Mang Niu Black Tiger Kungfu, suddenly burst out ten thousand catties of terrifying strange power.

At such a short distance, even if they are both fifth-rank masters, they dare not easily pick it up.

"The bastard of the Black Tiger Hall, can't afford it!"

The Gu women of the Five Poison Sect grabbed the long whip and stood up.

But it was too late for them to help Lu Ming.

Of course, Lu Ming didn't need assistance either.

Just when everyone in the restaurant thought that Lu Ming was going to be killed by Li Kui's tiger iron fist, the next scene shocked the entire audience.

As the white air wave from the powerful fist dissipated, they saw that Lu Ming was holding a pair of chopsticks, easily resisting Li Kui's iron fist.

Everyone doesn't know how a pair of fragile chopsticks can withstand an iron fist of ten thousand catties! ?

Lu Ming held Li Kui's iron fist with his chopsticks in his left hand, continued to pick up a plate of sauced beef brought by Li Kui with his right hand, and replied casually: "The poor monk said, you are not qualified, let the head of the Black Tiger Hall come here .”

"Of course, the head of the Black Tiger Hall is not qualified either. It's a pity that there are no other people in your Black Tiger Hall."

"Bastard, what did you say!"

The other gang members of the Black Tiger Hall all slapped the table and stood up.

The left envoy Li Kui's eyes were red and bloodshot, and he punched Lu Ming again.

Lu Ming tapped his toes, and at the same time he kicked off the wine table, he sat on the bench, and also moved sideways, and slid to the table of the girls from the Five Poison Sect.

Li Kui's menacing fist naturally waved away again.

"Can I borrow your wine?" Lu Ming asked.

He didn't know when he brought over a plate of beef with sauce on the wine table.

A Gu girl with a beautiful appearance and a unique charm, with colorful eyes and a silver bell-like laughter: "If you are not afraid of being poisoned and dying of bleeding, just drink it."

Lu Ming was not polite, he directly picked up a jar of strong wine, stepped on the bench, stretched his neck, raised his head and drank.

Wanton, free and easy!
No restrictions!

The strong alcohol entered his throat and turned into a hot stream of fire that burned throughout his body.

A sip of wine can make people sweat profusely and heartily.

"Good wine!"

Lu Ming wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, put down the jug, arrogantly.

The front of his clothes, wet with wine, pressed against his muscular chest, adding a bit of evil charm.

"What a wine and meat monk."

The girls from the Five Poison Sect at the same table, their beautiful eyes lit up, they clapped their hands and applauded.

A woman approached the beautiful and beautiful Gu girl, and asked in a low voice: "Guardian Lan, he really drank it, this wine is very poisonous..."

"For those who have not practiced the magic skills I teach, if you take one sip, your orifices will bleed; if you take two sips, your power will be gone; if you take three sips, your meridians will be severed and you will die."

The girl didn't know that Lu Ming's binge drinking was just a few sips, anyway, it was enough for a normal person to die several times!

Lan Yingying raised her slender hand, interrupted her, her eyes flashed strangely, she looked at Lu Ming, and asked: "Dare to ask Monk Miaochen, how is this wine?"

Lu Ming took three slices of sauced beef, put them in his mouth, and praised: "Good wine, strong enough!"

"Compared to the fine nectar and jade dew in the palace, the wine in the Jianghu is much stronger."

With a smile on her face, Lan Yingying tapped her jade-white fingers on the table and replied, "Can it be less intense?"

"To brew a jar of five-poison wine, three green-leaf snakes, five black scorpions, eight red-spotted fire centipedes, one blood toad, and four ghost-faced spiders are needed."

"Not only is it strong, but it's also extremely poisonous!"

If ordinary people listened to it, they would be so frightened that they would break out in a cold sweat, lie down and vomit.

Lu Ming, who has practiced the Sutra of Washing the Marrow and Yijin to a great success, has long been invulnerable to all poisons, and can drink Hedinghong with boiled water. What is this poisonous wine?
Lu Ming smiled disapprovingly.

Seeing that Lu Ming was fearless, Lan Yingying couldn't help being curious.

She took out an exquisite porcelain bottle from her arms, shook it a few times, and replied, "I have the antidote."

"As long as you are willing to go back to the village with me, marry me, and become the village's wife, I can give you the antidote."

"Jie Jie Jie, little girl, I'm afraid he won't be able to go back to the village with you!"

The left envoy Li Kui and the Black Tiger Hall gang members surrounded Lu Ming, looking fierce and eager to fight.

"Black Tiger Hall! Are you bullying our Five Poison Sect members?"

The girls of the Five Poison Sect screamed coquettishly, stood up and took their long whips.

For a time, the atmosphere was tense.

Lu Ming was surrounded by six or seven strong men. He did not panic at all and said calmly: "Walking around the world, those who pay attention to current affairs are considered heroes. Only in this way can they live a long life."

"The poor monk is compassionate, showing his strength a little bit, and telling you the gap. I hope that all benefactors will not die."

"Unfortunately, there are many people with well-developed limbs and simple minds. Why do you insist on seeking death?"

Li Kui shouted: "You are the one looking for death, Monk Stinky, I am going to crush you to pieces!"

"Moo!"

"Roar!!"

The Mang Niu Black Tiger Kung Fu reached its extreme, and the sound of a cow braying and a tiger roaring could be heard.

The masculine and fierce zhenqi surged through Li Kui's body, strengthening his flesh and blood, making his muscles and body swell, blue veins bulged, and his hands and feet became thicker.

Li Kui shouted violently, his muscles were strong and strong, like a ferocious demon ape, he clasped his fists and blasted towards Lu Ming.

(End of this chapter)