The heavens: pushing across all realms

"Junior Brother Di, Di Yun?"

In the middle of the night, Di Yun was so drunk that he didn't wake up until midnight.

It turned out that at the wedding banquet in the evening, the eight disciples of the Wan family took turns to pour wine. He was from the country and did not know how to drink. He was forced to drink a few glasses of wine and fell unconscious.

When he woke up at this time, he felt burning pain all over his body where Lu Tong had beaten him.

But at this moment, he heard someone calling him outside.

Di Yun opened his eyes and couldn't help but said: "Who?"

"Senior Brother Di and my younger brother Wan Gui, please come out if we need to discuss something."

Di Yun was stunned for a moment, endured his headache, put on his clothes and shoes and got out of the bed. He opened the window and saw eight disciples of the Wan family lined up in a row, each holding a long sword.

Di Yun asked curiously: "What are you doing?"

Lu Kun said calmly: "We want to learn from Junior Brother Di's sword moves."

Wan Gui nodded and said, "Yes, Senior Brother Di invited me."

Di Yun immediately shook his head: "My master has said not to compete with Master Wan's disciples in martial arts."

Wan Gui immediately sneered: "It turns out that Uncle Qi is self-aware."

Di Yun was furious: "What kind of self-knowledge!"

Suddenly, Wan Gui stabbed fiercely with his sword.

Tsk tsk tsk!

Three sword sounds rang out, and the sword blade passed by Di Yun's cheek, with only an inch difference.

Di Yun was suddenly startled, and he was sober. He hurriedly took a step back, but accidentally tripped over a stool and fell down awkwardly.

The disciples of Wanmen suddenly burst out laughing.

Di Yun was instantly furious, turned his head suddenly, pulled out his long sword from under the pillow, jumped out of the window, and said angrily: "What do you want?"

Wan Gui sneered: "Senior Brother Di, you are so majestic today and you show off your strength. Others say that you, Di Yun, are a young hero. They only think that everyone in my Wan family has died, right? Hey, let's just say, No one in my Wan family is as skilled as you, Senior Brother Di?"

"Are you trying to show off like this to help, or are you trying to humiliate my disciples?"

"My master asked you to retreat several times, but you refused to retreat. Isn't that intentional?"

Di Yun frowned and said, "That man soiled my master's clothes. Of course I want him to pay for it. What does it have to do with you?"

"Ha, you became famous in front of all the guests and showed off your face, but all eight of my brothers were embarrassed. How will we brothers get around in the world in the future? This is the city of Jingzhou. , there is no place for you to stand, isn’t what you did today too excessive?”

Di Yun was stunned: "I...I don't know?"

He was a country boy, so he didn't know all these twists and turns. He only knew that Lu Tong had soiled his master's clothes, and he was just fighting for compensation for his master.

Lu Kun sneered directly: "Third Junior Brother, this guy is pretending, what more can you say to him? Try his methods!"

Wan Kui immediately raised his sword and stabbed him fiercely. Di Yun subconsciously took a step back and did not fight back with his sword.

Wan Kui immediately sneered: "Okay, you don't like me? Don't you bother to fight with me?"

"Master said not to do anything with Master Wan's disciples."

Bah!

Suddenly, Di Yun's sleeves were torn apart, but he saw that Wan Gui had sheathed his sword and sneered: "You love clothes so much? I want to tear it apart!"

Di Yun took special care of his new clothes. His master had saved money by selling a big scalper, but when he was cut by the other party, he immediately became furious: "You tear my clothes, I want you to pay for it!"

He immediately drew his sword and fought with each other. The two fought with each other faster and faster.

He didn't notice at all that a Taoist priest was watching this scene on the roof.

At this time, Di Yun suddenly rose up and used a rhinoceros movement to look at the moon, heading straight for Wan Gui's vital point.

Na Wan Gui was suddenly startled and his sword moves were scattered.

At this moment, a brick suddenly hit Di Yun behind him.

There was a bang, and he felt a pain in the back of his heart and staggered.

He suddenly turned around in anger and saw Wanmen disciple Feng Tan standing behind him with a smile.

There was a brick falling on the ground next to it.

He said angrily: "Shameless, two against one?"

Feng Tan pretended to be surprised: "What? What did you say?"

At this time, Lu Kun suddenly winked at Bu Yuan and said: "Fifth Junior Brother, Third Junior Brother is very skilled in swordsmanship. If we hurt this country bumpkin's life, it will be a disgrace to Master Qi, so let's go forward and raid the formation."

Bu Yuan immediately laughed, already understanding, and immediately nodded and said: "That's right, we brothers should be careful and don't let Third Senior Brother hurt anyone with his sword."

After saying that, the two of them jumped into the battle circle at the same time.

Di Yun was extremely angry at this time, but his swordsmanship was not much better than Wan Gui's. He only gained the upper hand with the blood and hard work of a peasant boy.

At this time, Lu Kun and Bu Yuan joined in. Whenever Di Yun gained the upper hand, the two of them immediately took action to block Di Yun's sword path.

After doing this twice, Wan Gui seized the opportunity, and with a puff, he knocked Di Yun's sword away with one strike.

Immediately, the tip of the sword was pressed against Di Yun's throat.

Wan Gui chuckled: "Hillbilly, are you convinced?"

Di Yun cursed angrily: "What a fool! Four of you beat one of me, how can you be considered a hero!"

Wan Gui's long sword moved forward and immediately pierced the soft flesh of Di Yun's throat. He cursed, "You dare to be so harsh? If I use a little more force, I'll cut your throat immediately!"

Di Yun scolded: "You use your strength. If you don't use your strength, you are a turtle bastard."

Snapped!

Lu Kun came up and slapped Di Yun hard on the cheek.

Bu Yuan on the other side also came up and kicked Di Yun in the crook of his leg.

Suddenly Di Yun knelt on the ground with a thud.

"Hillbilly, do you still dare to speak harshly?"

"Son of a bitch!"

The two cursed and kicked.

Di Yun suddenly couldn't curse and felt dizzy.

Wan Gui sneered: "I will spare you today. If you have the ability, go and cry to your junior sister and master, saying that we are outnumbered and beat you."

Di Yun said angrily: "Why are you crying? A man can only take revenge by himself!"

Wan Gui suddenly showed a smile of success and provoked him: "Leave a mark on this little bastard so that your master can ask."

After that, he kicked Di Yun in the face, and half of Di Yun's face suddenly swelled.

The eighth disciple of Wanmen suddenly burst out laughing, relieved from the suffocation during the day, and left together.

Di Yun was angry and puzzled: "I didn't offend them or their master, so why did they come and beat me up for no reason? Are the people in the city so unreasonable?"

He struggled to get up, feeling very angry.

Feng Ji stood on the top of the building and had a panoramic view of this scene.

He did not show up, but looked at another shadow not far away.

Sure enough, in the shadow, a figure flashed and landed lightly behind Di Yun.

"Hey, if you can't beat someone, you should kowtow and beg for mercy. Isn't it unfair to receive a beating in vain?"

But he saw that the person who came was unkempt and disheveled. He was the beggar who had helped Di Yun during the day.

Di Yun turned to see him and said angrily: "A man, even if he dies, he won't beg for mercy!"

The old beggar laughed and said: "What a man. You man, can you give me a pat on the back? My old rheumatism problem has occurred again."

Di Yun was angry and ignored him.

The old beggar sighed: "Oh, I am an old beggar. I have no children and no grandchildren. When I grow old, I have no one to take care of me. Ouch, ouch..."

Seeing how pitiful he was, Di Yun said, "I still have a dozen big bucks here. You can use it to buy some food."

The old beggar took the copper coin and said, "My back hurts so much, please give me a pound."

Di Yun was kind-hearted and said, "Okay."

He then gently slapped the old beggar on the back.

But the old beggar shook his head and said: "It's too light."

Di Yun was stunned and immediately increased his strength.

Unexpectedly, the old beggar shook his head again: "Oh, you are so young and useless. If you give me a beating, you will die. You won't even have the strength to beat me on the back."

Di Yun was furious and said, "I'm afraid I might break your bones with my strength."

"Hahaha, if you could break my bones, how could you be beaten until I couldn't move on the ground?"

Di Yun was furious and punched him hard.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and he still gathered some strength at the critical moment.

But the old beggar shook his head and chuckled: "It's too light, it's too light."

Di Yun said: "Old man, don't be joking, I don't want to hurt you."

The old beggar sneered: "How dare you hurt me? Try your best to punch me."

Di Yun frowned and raised his fist, trying to use force, but seeing his old appearance, he still softened a bit.

At that moment, he relaxed his inner strength, knocked it down gently, and said, "I don't have the same experience as you."

However, just by tapping his palm so lightly, he suddenly felt as if someone patted him from behind.

In an instant, his right arm suddenly whined and banged directly on the old beggar's back.

Click!

The bones in the old beggar's back were broken. The old beggar vomited blood and rolled his body on the ground several times before he could stop!

He kept burping in his throat and glared at Di Yun: "You...you..."

Di Yun quickly turned around to look, only to see that there was no one behind him.

He was shocked and looked at his fist: "I...hey, old beggar, I didn't mean to..."

"Okay, what a Qi Changfa! The disciple he taught is so sinister and vicious. I made a miscalculation."

The old beggar endured the pain of broken bones, stamped his feet, and immediately used Qinggong to quickly escape from the place.

Di Yun couldn't help shouting: "Hey..."

He wanted to chase him, but he was not familiar with Jingzhou City, so he stopped quickly.

He turned around and looked around, wondering: "Who was pushing me from behind just now? Master?"

Above the house, Feng Ji smiled: "This old beggar must be Yan Daping."

He could see that Yan Daping wanted to pretend to be a senior and show off his skills in front of Di Yun.

According to the original plot, Yan Daping taught Di Yun the swordsmanship of Three Moves to Connect the City.

Di Yun later used these three sword techniques to defeat eight disciples of the Wan family.

But this move also made Wan Zhenshan and Qi Changfa face each other.

Wan Zhenshan thought Qi Changfa had obtained the Liancheng Jue, and the two fought in the house, which ended with Qi Changfa failing and being built into the wall by Wan Zhenshan.

Speaking of Daping's teaching of Di Yun's swordsmanship, he had bad intentions in the first place, just to provoke a fight between Wan Zhenshan and Qi Changfa.

Apparently, his plan worked.

But Qi Changfa was also a ruthless person. He faked his death and escaped from the wall.

In the end, he watched helplessly as his daughter Qi Fang married Wan Gui, the son of his enemy Wan Zhenshan. His only apprentice was framed and imprisoned, and his fingers were cut off. He remained indifferent and never showed up.

Such a ruthless person is really rare in the world.

Of course, in this Liancheng Jue background, such people are not uncommon.

Feng Ji swayed and chased Yan Daping.

Not long after, he found traces of Yan Daping in the woods outside the city.

In the woods, Yan Daping was panting and cursed: "What a Qi Changfa, he deserves to be the Iron Lock Hengjiang. Damn, the disciples he raised are so cunning."

"Damn it, he must have known my identity a long time ago, but at this moment, he suddenly secretly assassinated me. Grandma, he was just pretending during the day!"

Cursing angrily, he stopped and began to heal himself.

But at this moment, I suddenly heard a laugh: "The heart of a villain can judge the heart of a gentleman. That kid is really honest, and he is not pretending."

"who!"

Yan Daping stood up suddenly and turned back in anger.

Someone is actually following me!

He didn't know?

This surprise was no small matter. The moment he turned his head, he waved his hand and dozens of steel darts shot out.

Immediately, he did not look at the result, and hurriedly dodged and fled quickly.

Such adaptability is really amazing.

Because he knew very well that based on his current situation, no matter whether it was Di Yun or Qi Changfa, he was not sure of defeating the other party.

The only option now is to escape.

Just after running a few steps, an acupuncture point on his back was suddenly tapped, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground with a bang.

He was filled with fear and shouted, "Junior Brother Qi? Junior Brother Qi, I have something to say."

Feng Ji kicked him over, looked down at Yan Daping, who was dressed as an old beggar, and said with a smile: "You are dressed like this, let alone your junior brother Qi, even if your master Mei Niansheng is still alive, I'm afraid You can’t recognize it.”

Yan Daping was stunned: "You...who are you?"

Feng Ji smiled: "Yan Daping, have you found the City-Linking Technique?"

Yan Daping's heart suddenly beat wildly, but a look of astonishment appeared on his face: "Liancheng Jue? What is it? This hero, do we have any grudges?"

Feng Ji smiled, didn't say anything more to him, and stretched out his hand.

Yan Daping was immediately horrified and shouted hurriedly: "Wait, wait! I know the Liancheng Jue, I know!"

Feng Ji pointed his fingers and said with a half-smile, "You know again?"

Yan Daping hurriedly said: "I know, I know, my master is indeed Mei Niansheng. He once taught us Liancheng Sword Technique."

Feng Ji snorted and said, "Tell me."

Yan Daping asked: "Can you let me live if you tell me?"

"That depends on whether what you say is true or false."

Yan Daping hurriedly said: "How dare you deceive you? Liancheng Sword Technique has many changes and cannot be explained clearly. Why don't you unlock my acupuncture points and let me demonstrate it?"

Feng Ji smiled and said, "Are you still lying to me?"

"No."

"No? When Mei Niansheng was killed by the three of you and the sword manual was stolen, the three of you were together day and night. In the end, the sword manual was stolen, wasn't it?"

"You...how do you know?" Yan Daping asked in shock.

Feng Ji smiled and said: "If you don't have the sword manual in your hand, how can you know Liancheng swordsmanship? And you said you weren't lying to me?"

Yan Daping said quickly: "No, no, our master has taught us the Liancheng Sword Technique, but he has some reservations, and the sword technique he taught is not correct. Over the years, I have practiced hard day and night, and I have become I found the right way to practice..."

Feng Ji suddenly realized that he had a certain understanding of the original plot, but in fact there were many confusing aspects in the original plot.

Mei Niansheng clearly had reservations about the three apprentices and did not teach the real city-linking sword technique.

After the three apprentices killed the master and seized the sword manual, the sword manual was stolen by Qi Changfa, the third child. Logically speaking, the other two did not know the complete Liancheng Sword Technique.

Now that I heard what Yan Daping said, Mei Niansheng taught the swordsmanship in a disordered way.

Yan Daping has been practicing swordsmanship for many years and seems to have found what he considers to be the correct training method.

He should have summed it up from Mei Niansheng's previous fights with others.

In the original plot, what he taught Di Yun was indeed the moves in Liancheng Sword Technique.

After Feng Ji asked this little doubt, he didn't hesitate anymore.

With a slight click and a pop, a bloody hole opened between Yan Daping's eyebrows and he died.

Feng Ji put away his fingers, swayed, no longer paid attention to Liancheng Jue, and went straight to Beijing.

In addition to Feng Tan, he did feel the breath of blood in the north.

However, these bloodlines are extremely weak and appear to have been diluted over countless generations.

One month later, Beijing.

Feng Ji looked at this familiar city and was filled with emotion.

"It's back again."

As his queen, Zhou Zhiruo must be buried with great splendor.

The location of her mausoleum has always been very secret.

Feng Ji went straight to the antique market, where he was waiting for some tomb robber gangs to sell the stolen goods.

Not long after, he met a group of people.

Feng Ji watched them go around the antique market, sold a few artifacts, and immediately left the market quietly.

Feng Ji followed immediately.

"Boss Wu, how was the harvest this time?"

"It's not bad. Two pieces of Blood Ruyi, and two pieces of precious jade from Qian Ming have been sold. This time I can have a good rest for a few years."

"Shh, keep your voice down, be careful that the walls have ears."

"Let's go, I want to give Mr. Hu half of the profit."

"Damn, the one with the surname Hu is pretty cool. He doesn't have to do anything. He just finds a tomb and gets half of it."

"Who knows what to do? Stop talking nonsense. You will have to rely on him to find holes in the future."

Two men in black cloth, who looked like old farmers, were talking in low voices as they walked quickly into the alley.

They didn't notice at all that a tall man was following them not far behind them.

After entering the alley, Mr. Wu knocked on a small door. After a while, the door opened and a head stuck out. They both nodded to each other and looked at the entrance of the alley again to confirm that there was no one there. The two immediately got in. .

Feng Ji glanced at the alley wall, jumped up to the house.

He looked down at the scene in the courtyard.

This is a small courtyard, less than twenty square meters, and four people gathered at this time.

Mr. Wu and Mr. Wu were standing nearby, and the other two were slender and had a mustache and a rat tail.

The other man was old, in his early fifties, and dressed like a butler.

Just listen to the butler say: "How is it? Have you sold everything?"

Mr. and Mrs. Wu nodded repeatedly and said, "It's a total of one hundred and twenty taels of snowflake silver."

The butler frowned: "So few? That's bloody luck!"

Boss Wu said in a low voice: "Those buyers also know the goods. It can be seen that these things of ours have just been unearthed, and the prices are a bit high."

The steward was dissatisfied and said: "You won't find some fat sheep to take action?"

Boss Wu wanted to explain, but the man with the mustache said: "Okay, Uncle Fu, there are fat sheep every day, one hundred and twenty taels is a lot."

Boss Wu smiled apologetically, handed over half of the silver, and then asked: "Mr. Hu, when will we do it next time?"

Mr. Hu glanced at the two of them and said calmly: "What's the hurry? Kanyu doesn't need time? Use this money first and save it. It will be enough for you to spend four or five years."

"How can that be enough? My son is going to get married next year. He belongs to a high-class family and the betrothal gift is quite large."

"Yeah, I also have places to spend a lot of money."

The two elders Wu started to complain.

Mr. Hu frowned: "Okay, okay, do you think tomb robbers are so easy to rob? These things are all from the tomb of the previous emperor. If you sell them out, who knows if they will be targeted by someone who wants to? Stop it. Let’s talk about it later.”

The two of them immediately stopped talking.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

"You can find the tomb of the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. You are quite capable."

"who!"

"who!"

Several people's expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly looked around, but saw no one.

Mr. Hu seemed to have some foundation in martial arts. He immediately raised his head and saw Feng Ji on the roof.

Without saying a word, he waved his hand and made two pops. Two rays of silver light shot at Feng Ji, and he shouted: "Let's go separately!"

Without saying a word, he grabbed the silver and was about to leave.

However, before he could move, a sound suddenly broke through the air.

Several screams followed.

His body also trembled suddenly, and his breathing immediately felt stagnant, and his acupuncture points seemed to be tapped.

He was frightened and angry, and when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw Boss Wu and others paralyzed on the ground and wailing.

Feng Ji walked up to him, looked at Mr. Hu, and asked, "Do you know Feng Shui?"

Mr. Hu was dripping with cold sweat and said quickly: "This hero, do we have any misunderstanding? I have never met the hero..."

Feng Ji said calmly: "Let me ask you, do you know where the tomb of the famous Queen Zhou is?"

Mr. Hu was stunned and said quickly: "You said you could let me live?"

"Can."

"The mausoleum of Empress Zhou of the Ming Dynasty is not in Beijing. Its location is extremely hidden, and there are many institutions inside it. Over the years, many people have been interested in the mausoleum of the empress. However, although they have found the location, some people have boldly gone to rob the tomb, but none of them have There is no return.”

Feng Ji said calmly: "Where is it? Take me there."

"Well, we are in the Jialing area. It will take some time for you to get there."

Feng Ji was stunned for a moment, his eyes showing a hint of reminiscence.

"Baling..."

When he and Zhou Zhiruo first met, they were by the Baling River.

It was he who saved Zhou Zhiruo and Chang Yuchun at that time.

"Could it be that...she chose the location of the mausoleum, where is it?"

After grabbing Mr. Hu, the others were too lazy to take care of him. They held Mr. Hu hostage and headed west as the other party said.

Half a month later, Feng Ji came to the Jialing area in Sichuan.

The Jialing River flows continuously around the mountains.

Mr. Hu's real name is Hu Guangzhi. After half a month of running around, he has lost a lot of weight and looks dusty.

He looked at the mountains in front of him and said quickly: "My hero, here we are, this is the mountain where several fake mausoleums were built during the Ming Dynasty and the Zhou Dynasty. There are some in Beijing, some in Jiangxi, and even Fengyang."

"Some people have already taken action in those mausoleums, but no one has dared to enter the mausoleum here."

"Why?"

"It is said that when Queen Zhou died, although she was one hundred and twenty-nine years old, her face was still as youthful as an eighteen-year-old girl. Everyone said that she was the reincarnation of the real phoenix. It was also said that she was nourished by Emperor Shenwu, who shattered into the void and left. , she is also imbued with immortality."

"Anyway, there are different opinions on all kinds of strange things, so people on the road are quite afraid of Queen Zhou's tomb."

"However, there are always people who are bold and arrogant. In the early Qing Dynasty, the leader of the Banshan Taoist lineage came here and found the mausoleum of Queen Zhou. They wanted to go to the tomb. There were more than fifty people in this trip. After going down, , the only leader who was lucky enough to escape with his life was also crazy and stupid."

"Everyone I meet tells nonsense that Zhou Hou is not dead, but he died within three days."

"Then the people from the Honghua Society spread the word that anyone who dared to touch the Qianming Emperor's Mausoleum would be an enemy of the Honghua Society."

After hearing this, Feng Ji couldn't help but frown slightly, turned around and asked: "The Red Flower Club? What does it have to do with them?"

"I heard that many of the Red Flower Club are veterans of the former Ming Dynasty, and many disciples named Feng joined. They organized the Red Flower Club and launched a rebellion against the Qing Dynasty and the restoration of the Ming Dynasty..."

Feng Ji suddenly understood that the historical direction of this world was not much different from the previous life.

The Red Flower Society's main purpose is to fight against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty, and the core figures in it are all loyal to the Ming Dynasty.

There were even Feng disciples joining in.

"Anyway, there are Honghua Society who say harsh words in the world, so we naturally keep a low profile as long as we can. I heard that the Red Flower Society also has people stationed near the mausoleum of Queen Zhou to guard the mausoleum all year round."