I, the wanderer of the universe, love making friends

Chapter 219 I'm in a hurry, you guys come together
Just as he finished speaking, he heard several sounds of breaking wind.

The sound of whooshing was endless.

Several figures also rushed to the Tai Chi Hall.

Among them were You Chuhong and Dugu Feng from the Dugu clan, and the other two were Li Yuan and Yuwen Shang, the leader of the Yuwen clan.

Now the Dugu clan and the Yuwen clan have both defected to Li Yuan. The three clans have always had a close relationship. Now both clans must understand that the only way to preserve wealth and power is to fully support Li Yuan.

Since Li Yuan is here in person, they will naturally be there as well.

Dugu Feng led several masters with bows and arrows and fell into the surrounding area. Li Shimin and Li Jiancheng also led several masters from the palace.

In addition, there were Turks headed by Tuli, numbering no more than ten people.

However, everyone's eyes were like lightning, and they were obviously masters, but not a single one was a woman.

Three sisters, Fu Jun'er, Fu Junyu and Fu Junqian, also arrived together.

As these people arrived, they heard the sound of clothes, and four people rushed over. The leader was Feiying Qu Ao, followed by his three apprentices Chang Shumou, Hua Lingzi and Geng Ge Huer.

Qu Ao took three steps forward, lifted the hem of his robe, tucked it into his belt, looked up at the sky and laughed loudly, "Tonight, the four of you will duel. I have come uninvited. Firstly, I want to be a witness, and secondly, I want to experience some of the Central Plains martial arts. Do you all mind?"

You Chuhong leaned on the jade staff in her right hand and let out an unpleasant, throaty laugh. She coughed dryly before coldly shouting in her hoarse voice, "I wonder who you want to learn from, Qu Ao?"

"My three disciples were all defeated by Shen Lang, so I came to experience his martial arts." Qu Ao said calmly, "Is it that my three disciples are not good enough in learning martial arts, or is it that I am not good enough as their master?"

Shen Lang smiled faintly and said, "You're welcome. Originally, I only invited the three great masters, but I didn't expect you all to come and teach me. I had no choice but to accept it as well. I just don't know if you want a one-on-one duel or a group fight?"

Qu Ao casually asked, "What about a one-on-one fight? What about a group fight?"

"Of course, if it's a one-on-one fight, I'll challenge you alone, and if it's a group fight, I'll fight you all by myself." Shen Lang explained.

Hearing this, Tuli laughed dumbly and said, "Brother Shen is indeed very courageous. He actually wants to fight us in a group. I just don't know if his skills can live up to his words. Master Qu, please take action immediately. It's so cold, let Brother Shen warm up first."

Just from these few sentences, we can see that Tuli is extremely scheming.

Because if Qu Ao was allowed to answer the question himself, due to his status and position, no one could interfere.

If something goes wrong at that time, as long as Shen Lang and I both suffer losses, it would be a problem for others to intervene and help.

But Tuli's words were just right, taking Qu Ao's face into consideration while blocking Shen Lang's speech.

Chang Shumou smirked behind Qu Ao, "I don't know if Brother Shen is truly foolish or just pretending to be. This isn't a typical duel based on the rules of the martial arts world. Since you want to gang up on us, there's no need for any martial arts etiquette or rules, especially since you're being unreasonable."

His words were a subtle reference to what Shen Lang had said to him that day in Xiangyang.

Shen Lang smiled carefreely, looking around at the numerous powerful enemies surrounding him tightly, and said, "That's true. Even if you all attack me together, what do I, Shen Lang, have to fear?"

quiet!
There was a deathly silence.

Including You Chuhong and Li Yuan, everyone secretly admired his courage.

If it were someone else, in this situation where they knew they were doomed, who could be as calm and composed as he is, and still be so talkative and complacent?
Not to mention that the three world-famous masters were also present.

If it was someone with poor skills, with so many people punching him one by one, even if he was healed, he would still be flattened.

There was silence for a moment.

You Chuhong screamed, "Feng'er!"

Dugu Feng nodded and said, "Grandma, I'm here!"

You Chuhong tapped the roof with her jade staff and said, "I'm very clear about gratitude and resentment. I repay others for how they treat me. Young Master Shen saved my face at Fuju Tower. Today, he will duel with the three masters. Regardless of victory or defeat, anyone who dares to interfere will be killed without mercy!"

"Yes!" Dugu Feng responded immediately.

After he finished speaking, everyone in the Dugu clan drew their weapons and the archers drew their bows ready to shoot. The situation instantly became extremely tense.

The archers on the nearby tall building, regardless of being exposed, appeared, drew their bows and arrows, and were ready for battle.

As soon as You Chuhong said this, Yuwen Shang felt unhappy.

Because Shen Lang killed Yu Wenhuaji and hung his body at the city gate, how could he let go of such a humiliating event for the Yuwen family?
However, for the sake of the Yuwen family's glory and wealth, he kept this hatred in his heart and did not seek revenge on Shen Lang.

When he learned that Shen Lang was going to challenge the three great masters, he was extremely happy.

Whether it was the three great masters who killed Shen Lang, or someone else who killed Shen Lang, they were able to avenge his great hatred.

But this unhappiness disappeared in an instant. Even if the Turks, Qu Ao and others did not intervene, it would not be easy to escape from the three masters.

Fu Cailin sighed suddenly and said calmly, "Jun'er, Jun Yu, Jun Qiang."

"Master." Fu Jun'er and the other two answered in unison.

"Jun'er and Jun'yu, you all came back to life because of his hands. I will duel with him tonight, and no outsiders are allowed to disturb us. If anyone takes advantage of the chaos to intervene, you will take action to deal with them." Fu Cailin said lightly.

"Disciple obey!"

Li Yuan also spoke slowly, "Today is a major event, Young Master Shen's duel with three Grandmasters. Others should not participate. If you have any grudges or grievances against Young Master Shen, it is better to wait until later."

After he finished speaking, Ning Daoqi, who had been looking up at the starry sky, suddenly spoke softly, "Look! How beautiful the starry sky is! The entire set of constellations that is impossible in the human world will become possible."

Everyone present was confused by his words, but no one dared to speak, and they all looked up at the starry sky.

Ning Daoqi still stared at the starry sky, and said calmly, "I am nearly a hundred years old. In the past thirty years, I have long lost the desire to show off my strength and win. It is not my will to take action this time. Young Master Shen, since you have no intention of fighting for the world, why not return the Heshi Bi to me and stop the fight now."

Just as he finished speaking, a voice seemed to come from the horizon: "Song Que is here, please teach me, Brother Daoqi!"

The sound spread far away, roaring above the palace and shaking every corner.

Everyone present was surprised.

I never expected that Song Que would also come to participate in this duel.

The only possibility is to help Shen Lang, otherwise why would he come all the way from Lingnan?

As soon as Song Que finished speaking, the originally bustling palace suddenly became quiet, as if all the people attending the banquet had disappeared at once.

The bright moon rises in the gray-blue night sky. The square is covered with snow, and every brick and tile in the silver coat gently reflects the soft moonlight.

In this moving world where the white snow and the moonlight blend into one.

Ning Daoqi said slowly, "I really hope that Brother Song has come here tonight to drink and chat with me, to share his insights on life. I only regret that the heavens and earth are so cruel, treating all things as straw dogs, allowing us to sink into depravity. But since Brother Song has come all the way here, I have no choice but to ask Brother Song to teach me the two Heavenly Swords. Please show some mercy."

Everyone present was suddenly filled with uncontrollable admiration. Ning Daoqi's words fully demonstrated the identity and bearing of a Taoist grandmaster.

In the most humble way, he directly declared war on Song Que. If Song Que made any mistake, even a wrong answer, it could become the factor that led to his defeat tonight.

When masters compete, there is no room for error, even if it's just a matter of millimeters.

Song Que came to the Taiji Hall with his hands behind his back as if walking in the air. His body was as strong as a javelin. He was wearing a blue-green robe that reached the ground. He stood majestically like a mountain, with his black hair tied into a bun on top of his head with a red center.

His face was handsome, without a single flaw. Beneath his thick, yet clear eyebrows were a pair of eyes that shone like gems and were full of spirit. His broad forehead revealed wisdom beyond ordinary people. His expression of calmness carried a melancholy that could move anyone, yet it also made one feel that the emotion was deep and elusive.

Although his temples are graying, he does not look old at all. Instead, he has the aristocratic air of a wealthy family and the demeanor of a Confucian scholar.

He is both intimidating and unattainable. Combined with his well-proportioned and graceful figure and his majestic and towering posture, he truly has the intoxicating aura of an unparalleled top master.

He laughed dumbly and said, "Brother Dao's words are really interesting. I, Song Que, am really convinced that this trip is worthwhile. Brother Dao's humble and self-disciplined mindset has reached the state of complete selflessness. He has deeply grasped the Taoist principle of emptiness and tranquility. Song Que has learned from you!"

Ning Daoqi said happily, "Brother Song, you flatter me too much! I've never liked Laozi's seriousness. I prefer Zhuangzi's eccentricity. I love his way of entering the world and yet detaching from it, following the way of nature. Otherwise, I wouldn't have embarrassed myself here tonight."

The conversation between the two is full of witty remarks and contains profound meanings.

Song Que was surprised and said, "So what you seek, brother Dao, is to be indifferent to life and death, success and failure, right and wrong, praise and criticism, and to transcend all desires. You will see the universe and everything in it as one, and you will not know whether there is a self or not. You will be a 'sage' who is free and at ease. Then my nagging is definitely not worthy of your Daoist teachings."

Song Que's words seemed to be a compliment, but in fact they pointed out that Ning Daoqi was involved in the vortex of fighting for the Heshi Bi this time, and he had ulterior motives in his heart, which went against Zhuang Zhou's purpose of transcending everything.

As long as Ning Daoqi's determination is not firm enough and he begins to doubt himself, this mental and spiritual flaw will surely lead to his defeat.

Song Que, who was good at attacking from the beginning, was advancing step by step, while Ning Daoqi retreated to advance and used softness to overcome hardness.

Wait until Song Que stands next to Shen Lang.

Everyone present felt their heartbeats quicken, simply because they were about to witness the most far-reaching and earth-shaking battle in the Chinese and foreign martial arts world in the past hundred years.

Bi Xuan looked at Song Que and said, "I suddenly have something unclear. I would like to ask Brother Song to help me clear it up."

"Brother Bi, please speak."

"Brother Dodge, Brother Fu, and I are all here because we received his challenge." Bi Xuan glanced at Shen Lang and said, "I wonder why Brother Song suddenly challenged Brother Dodge? Are you trying to help him?"

Song Que sighed, "I came here for my daughter, so I came here."

Fu Cailin laughed heartily. "I didn't expect to meet Heavenly Blade Song Que this time. It's a bit late. Everyone, how about we take action now?"

"That's great." Bi Xuan nodded. "Why waste time?"

Ning Daoqi looked at Song Que and said, "Brother Song, are you confident that you can defeat me in just a few strikes?"

Song Que smiled and said, "How about nine swords?"

Ning Daoqi was stunned and said, "If Brother Song thinks Daoqi's Sanshou Bapu is just eight moves, I'm afraid there is a misunderstanding."

Song Que looked up to the sky and smiled, "The great Dao is extremely simple and easy. It begins with one and ends with nine. Although the eight strikes of Sanshou can be varied infinitely, they still fall within eight essential principles. Otherwise, Brother Dao would not have named them the eight strikes."

"If I, Song Que, cannot make you dare not repeat yourself, then we can leave the outcome undetermined. However, if you are forced to use all eight techniques simultaneously, then the outcome will naturally be clear by the ninth strike. Do you still think this is a misunderstanding?"

Ning Daoqi laughed dumbly and said, "In fact, I used some tricks to hope that Brother Song would say this. If Daoqi can block Brother Song's nine swords, Brother Song will be free from now on, and you and I will no longer care about the affairs of the younger generation."

Song Que was silent for a moment, then asked in a deep voice, "Brother Dao, have you ever killed anyone?"

Ning Daoqi was slightly surprised, then said frankly, "I have never killed anyone. Why do you ask this, Brother Song?"

Song Que sighed, "Song's swordsmanship is a lethal swordsmanship honed through bloody battles, big and small. It's either you die or I die. Although there is no life or death in the process, the consequences are inevitable."

"If Brother Dao doesn't fight back with all his might and kill me, you will undoubtedly die in this battle. There is no room for maneuver. I, Song Que, will make an exception for Qing Hui tonight and let Brother Dao choose whether or not to accept my nine sword strikes."

Ning Daoqi clasped his hands together and said calmly, "If Daoqi can truly survive nine blows, would Brother Song be willing to follow my earlier proposal?"

Song Que looked up to the sky and smiled, "Of course I'll follow Brother Zudao's advice. Look at the knife!"

Seeing that the two of them were about to fight, those with lower skills rushed to the side.

You Chuhong and Yuwen Shang also escorted Li Yuan to the side.

At this moment, Shen Lang suddenly said: "Wait a minute, don't rush into it."

Song Que glanced at him and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Is the Song clan leader here for Yuzhi?" Shen Lang asked.

Song Que nodded slowly, "If not for this, why would I come here?"

"Senior Ning, you are doing this for Cihang Jingzhai, right?" Shen Lang asked again.

Ning Daoqi said, "This old man is here for the Heshi Bi."

Shen Lang looked at Qu Ao again: "Are you here to avenge your disciple?"

"That's right." Qu Ao said.

"In that case, Master Song, you don't have to stand up for me. Just join them in dealing with me." Shen Lang said proudly.

Song Que was stunned. He had come all the way to help, but he actually asked him to deal with him?

Before the question could be uttered, Shen Lang continued, "I don't know how much effort and hard work Yu Zhi put into getting you, so I can't let you down."

Hearing this, Song Que laughed heartily and said cheerfully, "In that case, my duel with Brother Dodge will have to be postponed to another day."

Shen Lang smiled faintly, "It would be extremely difficult for others to fight with you, but tonight, I, Shen Lang, want to fight ten of you!"

"But apart from Clan Master Song, Senior Ning, Master Fu, and Wu Zun, plus Master Qu and your three disciples, there are only eight of us." He sighed, "Eight is eight."

Just as he finished speaking, a soft, deep, and very pleasant male voice suddenly rang out: "I wonder if I, the Crazy Monk of India, am qualified to challenge you, sir?"

A tall, thin, dark-skinned Indian with a high nose and deep eyes slowly walked onto the roof.

He was wearing an extra-wide white robe of orange-apricot color, and his hair was tied in a bun and heavily wrapped in white gauze, which made his nose look more prominent and his eyes look deeper and more unfathomable.

At first glance it was hard to tell whether he was handsome or ugly, or how old he was.

But he has a charm that makes people admire him and feel that he is an extraordinary person.

"So the crazy monk from India has also come to the Central Plains." Shen Lang said with a smile, "Including you, there are exactly nine of us. Just now, the Song clan leader said that the great way is the simplest and easiest, starting from one and ending with nine. In my opinion, nine is a very good number, as the saying goes, everything returns to one."

"One begets two, two begets three, three begets all things, all things change, and after ninety-nine eighty-one, the cycle repeats itself, returning to one."

He swept his eyes over the faces of the nine people one by one and said, "I'm in a hurry. You all come together."

(End of this chapter)