The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 306 Hong Qigong is angry, the consequences.
"Do you want to give the Southern Song Dynasty a boost?"

With this thought in mind, Xu Xingchen left Lin'an and walked along a gurgling river for more than ten miles to a beautiful valley with green mountains and clear water.

Wow~~~!

A waterfall cascades down from the ravines on the rock wall that have been worn out over the years, and the mosses nourished by the rich water vapor exude a fresh green.
The shallow pool below was rippling with endless waves, pushing the overflowing water into a long and narrow channel, flowing happily into the distance.

Surrounded by green trees and lush grass, there are clusters of small flowers in the area, ranging from sky blue, bright yellow, dark purple, to pink.
Quiet and peaceful.
"What a nice place!"

Xu Xingchen smiled, walked to the edge of the pond, swung his arm, and the black and white magnetic ring flew out and rushed into the water.

next moment.
Water splashed everywhere, and the Yuan magnetic ring rushed out of the water with a fat and energetic fish and fell into Xu Xingchen's hands.

He picked up some wet dead branches from the surrounding area, stacked them together, and gently wiped them with his palm. A ball of bright red flame fell on them.

The power of the flame was extremely strong. The wet dead branches were forcibly ignited. A large amount of water vapor evaporated and mixed with the green smoke from the burning dead branches, rolling towards the sky.

During this time, Xu Xingchen used the Dragon Slaying Sword to remove the scales and gut the big fish and clean it; then he stuck it on a dead branch and grilled it over the fire.

".Hmm! There's a lot of smoke. It looks like this grilled fish is going to turn into smoked fish!"

He has been traveling around the world for quite some time, and has already honed his skills in roasting these foods. Even if he doesn't have salt or other condiments with him, he can still roast them to make them crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, and vivid and delicious.

What's more, things like grilled fish are actually quite delicious in their original flavor.

after awhile.

The grilled fish gave off a fragrant aroma, and the skin was black with a hint of brown.

"Hey, my friend in the tree, I have prepared the food for you, why don't you come down?"

Xu Xingchen raised the grilled fish in his hand, tore off a piece and put it in his mouth to taste it, nodded with satisfaction, then looked up at a big tree nearby.

Whoosh!
A figure jumped out from the crown of a nearby tree, walked neatly to the bonfire, sat down on the ground, and said, "I don't want to eat the tail of the fish, give me the front half!"

The man who came was a middle-aged man with a strong build, big hands and feet, and he was wearing a clean suit with patches all over it.

There was a red gourd hanging behind his belt, and in his right hand he was holding a bamboo stick, which was emerald green and smooth, and it was obvious at first glance that it was not an ordinary item.

Xu Xingchen looked at the visitor's attire, his eyes swept over his right hand with the missing index finger, and he couldn't help laughing: "I thought the person who has been following me closely these days was some rare old monster in the palace, but I didn't expect it to be the Nine-Fingered Divine Beggar Hong Qigong."

As he spoke, he cut the grilled fish into two halves and handed the front half to Hong Qigong.

Hong Qigong grabbed the grilled fish and stuffed it into his mouth, complaining as he ate: "Your cooking skills are so-so, it's barely enough to fill my stomach."

Xu Xingchen said unhappily, "I'm not one of those imperial chefs in the imperial kitchen. How can I prepare any decent food for you? You greedy old man!"

Hong Qigong chewed a piece of fish and swallowed it, saying unconvincedly: "Although I am in my early sixties, I look only in my forties. How can I be considered old?"

"Besides, so what if I'm greedy? Can't people have some other hobbies in their lives?!"

Xu Xingchen thought about it, nodded and admitted: "That makes sense!"

After saying that, he started eating the grilled fish in his hand.

After a while, a big fish entered the stomach of each person.

Hong Qigong wiped his greasy hands on the grass beside him and looked up at the young man opposite him: "A young man like you can come and go freely in the palace. Your martial arts skills are really good!"

Xu Xingchen threw away the branch in his hand, took out a handkerchief from his bosom and wiped his palms, then said with a smile: "Senior Hong, you are too kind!"

Hong Qigong asked again: "I go in and out of the palace because I want to taste how delicious the food that the emperor eats in the imperial kitchen is. Boy, why do you go into the palace?"

Xu Xingchen looked at the serious look in Hong Qigong's eyes, and a flash of realization flashed through his mind. After pondering for a moment, he suddenly smiled and said leisurely: "Senior, have you ever heard such a saying?"

Hong Qigong frowned and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Xu Xingchen's face also became serious: "The emperor takes turns to sit at my house this year!"

"What?" Hong Qigong's eyes flashed with a frightening light, and he shouted loudly: "You kid actually want to be the emperor?!"

Xu Xingchen smiled faintly: "The Zhao family can be the emperor, why can't I sit in that position?"

Hong Qigong laughed angrily and said, "The reason why the Zhao family can sit in that position is because they follow the will of heaven and win the support of the people. What's your reason?" Xu Xingchen raised his eyebrows, his eyes as sharp as arrows, "Bullshit about following the will of heaven and winning the support of the people. Since Yue Fei was killed by that dog emperor and his treacherous minister Qin Hui, the Song Dynasty has lost its last chance to turn the tide. In my opinion, it is not far from destruction."

Hong Qigong looked a little surprised: "So you are speaking up for General Yue Wumu; but, it was the traitor Qin Hui who killed General Yue, what does it have to do with the emperor?"

Xu Xingchen laughed dumbly and said, "Senior, you are not so naive as to think that without the instruction of Zhao Gou, a treacherous minister Qin Hui could have killed General Yue Fei, right?!"

Hong Qigong frowned. He knew what the young man in front of him meant. But as a citizen of the Song Dynasty, it was wrong to make fun of the emperor. Moreover, the affairs of the court were often turbulent and treacherous. How could it be so easy to distinguish right from wrong? !
So, he changed the subject: "Nowadays, under the governance of the Zhao family, the people of Song Dynasty are living in peace and prosperity, but it is not time to change the dynasty yet."

Xu Xingchen looked at Hong Qigong's serious face and whispered softly, "The warm wind makes the tourists drunk. I'm afraid Hangzhou will become Bianzhou. The Song Dynasty has become accustomed to a life of seclusion and no longer has the determination and courage to march north to recover the lost territory."

"How long do you think these guys who have lost their fighting spirit can hold on?"

Hong Qigong said: "These are not things you and I should consider, nor are they things you and I can control. Besides, I think the Great Jin Kingdom is now living a comfortable life and no longer has the ambition to conquer the world. The two countries can coexist in peace and stability for a long time."

Xu Xingchen's face flashed with surprise: "I didn't expect that you could see so far."

Then he continued, "The situation you mentioned would only happen if there were only two countries in the world, the Song Dynasty and the Jin Dynasty. If a force like the one that the Jin Dynasty had at the beginning of its founding rises again on the northern grasslands and moves south, what can the Jin Dynasty and the Song Dynasty do to resist it?"

Hong Qigong shook his head and said, "Even if such a force really rises one day, they will have to defeat the Jin Kingdom first if they want to go south. That will be many years in the future."

Xu Xingchen thought about it carefully. If he didn't know what would happen next, if he was also an ordinary citizen of the Song Dynasty living in this era, even if he read a lot and was wise, the conclusion he came to would be exactly the same as Hong Qigong's.

"Alas! There are unexpected changes in the weather, and the moon waxes and wanes." Xu Xingchen sighed: "It's a pity that I still don't have a good impression of the Song Dynasty, nor do I have a good impression of the Jin Dynasty."

Hong Qigong's face turned cold: "So, you still have evil intentions and want to cause unrest in the world and make the people of the world homeless?"

Xu Xingchen showed a mocking smile: "Yes, I just can't stand the weakness and incompetence of the Emperor of Song and the people of Song. I want to restore order, I want to replace them, I want to drive the Jin people out of Yumen Pass and complete the ambition that Yue Wumu failed to complete."

"Humph! You refuse to change despite repeated admonitions." Hong Qigong shouted angrily, "Then let me test your martial arts skills and see what you have the right to say such arrogant words!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his sturdy arm suddenly raised up and punched over.

Xu Xingchen's eyes lit up and he also punched out.

Bang!
The two fists collided violently above the fire.

A violent gust of wind spread out from where the fists collided.

The bonfire below exploded with a bang, and countless burning dead branches and red charcoal, like beautiful fireworks blooming in the night sky, rushed past the two figures with flying sleeves, and scattered in all directions with a whoosh.

The green grass within a few feet suddenly shook and fell down in a circle.

Their fists collided, and both of their bodies shook.

There was a flash of surprise in Hong Qigong's eyes!
Xu Xingchen laughed and said, "Come again!"

As the right fist was retracted, the left fist flew out like lightning.

Hong Qigong reacted extremely quickly and also threw out with his left fist.

Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
One punch, two punches, three punches.
The four iron fists bombarded and collided in succession. Gusts of wind spread outward from the collision of the four fists one after another.

The grass on the ground is like seaweed washed by wave after wave, rising and falling outward in concentric circles.

After eight consecutive punches, the two men jumped back at the same time, placing a distance of three meters between each other.

Xu Xingchen said with joy: "Senior's martial arts are indeed well-deserved!"

Hong Qigong responded in a deep voice: "You want to disrupt the world, so you really have something to rely on."

Xu Xingchen smiled and said, "Senior, do you think that with my martial arts skills, I can rule the Song Dynasty? Can I?"

Hong Qigong snorted coldly: "It was just a test just now, you think the situation is settled?!"

"Wait until I show you my real martial arts skills. This world is so big, there are many people with great martial arts skills. With your martial arts skills, you are not invincible yet."

Xu Xingchen laughed and said, "Senior Hong, just use whatever you are capable of!"

"If you can't defeat me today, I will take the life of the Emperor of Song."

(End of this chapter)