Martial arts of the heavens, I am unstoppable since I was born

Chapter 134: The Trouble Leads to the Wanjie Valley (asking for monthly tickets)
"Brother Emperor, it's not that I'm anxious. It's just that although Fenghuang'er doesn't have a stunning beauty, she's still a beauty, a feast for the eyes. That evil person has a 'very vicious' fourth brother, the lecherous demon Yun Zhonghe. I'm afraid..."

Although Duan Zhengchun did not say it explicitly, the meaning of his words was clear, and his worry was evident.

Not to mention Duan Zhengchun, Duan Zhengming was also worried about Dao Baifeng - Dao Baifeng was not only the princess of Dali, but also the chief of the Baiyi tribe. It should be noted that the Baiyi tribe occupied more than 70% of the population of Dali, and they had always been united, respecting the chief more than the king. If they knew that something happened to the chief in the Dali Imperial City, I am afraid that the Dali Kingdom would have no peace in the next few years.

I didn't expect Duan Zhengchun to know something about Yun Zhonghe...

Duan Zhengming's gaze was a little dazzling.

Duan Zhengchun's face turned dark blue as he explained in a deep voice, "I've heard of the Four Evils before when I was traveling around the martial arts world, but I've never seen them."

"Now is not the time to worry about these things. The most urgent thing is to find out where my sister-in-law and Yu'er were captured. It's a pity that Zen Master Kurong and Abbot Benyin have already returned to Tianlong Temple. Otherwise... Sigh!"

Duan Zhengming sighed. The Duan family has been devout Buddhists for generations, and many royal family members and even kings have the tradition of shaving their heads to become monks and worshipping Buddhism.

It just so happens that these people cut off their worldly ties as soon as they entered Tianlong Temple, and most of them ignored worldly affairs. Otherwise, how many people would dare to bully Dali like this?

Duan Zhengchun struggled to his feet and said, "Brother, why don't you ask Zhong Wanchou? Since he's colluding with Duan Yanqing, he might know where the person is."

"I've used the Fate Stone to try him out. I hope there will be a result."

Duan Zhengming wore a wry smile and sighed, "Dali has only been peaceful for a few years, and yet something like this has happened again. It's truly disheartening. No wonder so many of our ancestors chose to become monks."

Duan Zhengchun's heart instantly jumped into his throat when he heard his disheartened tone. He muttered, "Why are you so dejected, my brother?"

Duan Zhengming just glanced at him, but shook his head and said, "You have not sat on the throne, so you don't know the hardships. It's a pity..." But he stopped here, and there was no need to say the rest of the sentence "Your arm is broken, so you can't inherit the throne."

Duan Zhengchun naturally understood what he meant. His facial features twisted together in an instant, and the emotions in his heart were like a mountain torrent, making his expression extremely complicated.

Just as the two were worried, a guard hurried in, clasped his fists and saluted, saying, "Your Majesty, Your Highness, there's a man outside the palace calling himself Tan Qing, the 'Soul Chaser,' and he has something important to report."

Duan Zhengchun was now extremely sensitive to the word "stick". For a moment, his chest rose and fell, and a beast-like gasping sound came from his throat.

"Brother Chun! Control your anger!" Duan Zhengming came to the bedside like the wind and pressed several key points on Duan Zhengchun's body. "Your injuries are just beginning to heal, so don't get angry."

Duan Zhengchun's face flushed red like a balloon, but he reluctantly nodded and pleaded, "Brother, please call the people over to me. Otherwise, I'll be feeling uneasy and start to have wild thoughts."

Seeing that he was determined to do so, Emperor Baoding had no choice but to fulfill his wish.

Tan Qing, the "Soul Chaser," swaggered in behind the captain of the guards. As soon as he entered the room, he shouted, "What a strong smell of blood, what a strange smell of medicine! Who's been seriously injured?"

He glanced at Duan Zhengchun lying on the bed, a mocking smile on his face. His lips didn't move at all, but a strange sound suddenly came from his stomach: "Hehe, if I were injured like this, I would be useless anyway. Why bother living in this world and dragging others down?"

Ventriloquism!
But it was not ordinary ventriloquism, but a soul-stirring sound mixed with true qi!
This martial art has a unique effect. It can captivate people and confuse their minds. Those who are affected by it will lose their judgment and will do what he says in a daze.

Duan Zhengchun was suffering from all kinds of fatigue and mental damage at this time. After being stimulated by his ventriloquism, his consciousness suddenly became confused and he muttered, "Why live, why live!" "Shut up!" Duan Zhengming was furious and pointed his finger at the Soul-Chasing Staff.

Tan Qing relied on these unorthodox martial arts to navigate the martial world. How could he dare to take the Emperor Baoding's finger? He immediately dodged and released the soul-stealing sound, saying with a strange smile, "Master Duan, please don't be angry. I'm only here to pass on a message for my master."

Although Duan Zhengming is the ruler of Dali, Dali is also a martial arts family. Therefore, Tan Qing calls him "Master Duan" to ask him to speak as a martial artist.

Duan Zhengming suppressed his anger and asked, "Who is your master?"

"Master Duan Yanqing," Tan Qing said proudly when he mentioned Duan Yanqing. He raised his fists to the sky and said, "My master said that the Princess of Zhennan and the Prince of Zhennan are now in Wanjie Valley. If Master Duan wants to bring them back, he has to go to Wanjie Valley in person."

Duan Yanqing did not get any promise from Zhang Kuang, so he specially sent his apprentice to "give Duan Zhengming some advice" in order to let Duan Zhengming face off against Zhang Kuang.

He believed that Duan Zhengming was slightly stronger than him, but was definitely no match for Zhang Kuang. When Duan Zhengming and his men died in Wanjie Valley and Dali had no successor, he could reveal his identity and take back the throne of Dali.

Duan Zhengming knew that Duan Yanqing would never make peace and that there would definitely be danger in Wanjie Valley, but whether for the Duan family's reputation or the stability of Dali Kingdom, he had to go to Wanjie Valley in person.

Due to Dao Baifeng's special identity, Duan Zhengming did not dare to make a big move, for fear of letting the Baiyi people know about this, which led to complications.

So he came to Tianlong Temple again and found the abbot Benyin. However, many monks in Tianlong Temple were determined to practice in seclusion and were unwilling to show up.

Duan Zhengming had no choice but to seek the help of the Yellow-browed Monk. He also brought the Three Dukes with him and asked Zhong Wanchou to lead the way. He only left Prime Minister Gao Shengtai to look after Dali. He said:

"I don't know if we can return safely from this trip. If anything happens to us, the Prince of Zhennan will be seriously injured and unable to succeed to the throne. Dali will be entrusted to you, Shengtai."

Gao Shengtai's expression changed three times in an instant, and he said repeatedly: "I dare not."

But Duan Zhengming raised his hand to stop his refusal and said, "Regardless of whether Duan Yanqing is the former Crown Prince Yanqing or not, he deliberately led us to the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations with ill intentions. We should be prepared for the worst.

No matter what, Dali cannot fall into the hands of such ruthless and ruthless people! "

After hearing what he said seriously, Gao Shengtai lowered his eyes and bowed to accept the entrustment. He watched Duan Zhengming and others leave with a dim look in his eyes.

At the same time, Duan Yanqing revisited the outside of Tianlong Temple.

"It's been eighteen years since we last met. I wonder if my uncle is doing well?"

A long sigh carried the energy into the temple, but it dissipated at the touch of a finger. A thunderous lion roar, like a bolt from the blue sky, exploded in Duan Yanqing's ears:

"roll!"

(End of this chapter)