Zhu Tian: A journey of spiritual practice starting from Joy of Life

Chapter 27: Si Gu Jian's Disciple Yunjin Conference
Leng Feibai could tell at a glance that the old man's strength was only about the seventh level, and he kicked him to the ground with a high kick.

"Soaring Dragon Technique: Spinning Dragon Sky-shaking Strike!"

Under the heavy blow, the true energy turned into an endless air wave and flew out, knocking Li Erhe away on the spot.

"puff"

Li Erhe spat out a mouthful of blood, and the bamboo stick in his hand broke at the same time, spraying out a stream of light pink powder and floating towards Leng Feibai.

"Humph"

Leng Feibai stepped back to avoid the pink smoke, and at the same time a ball of flame spurted out from his palm, burning the smoke ashes.

When Leng Feibai came to his senses, Li Erhe had already died, lying motionless on the ground.

"Humph, you drug dealer deserves to die!"

Leng Feibai cursed. According to Li Yitian, Li Erhe was also a guy who liked to make aphrodisiacs.

During this period of time, he has been researching a new type of medicine, which is why Li Yitian has been robbing women everywhere as an antidote!
"Once the government finds out the reason from Li Yitian, they'll probably be able to find this place!"

After Leng Feibai finished speaking, he grabbed a charcoaled branch from the fire, left four black characters written in iron and silver on the ground, then turned around, left the ruined temple, and returned to the inn.

Not long after, a group of yamen runners with swords came to the outside of the dilapidated temple.

"head!"

A constable whispered, "Li Yitian is completely defeated. Yun Yinfeng is a seventh-rank warrior. Are we a match for him?"

The captain of the police gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, a skinny old man, how can he fight well? I am also a peak sixth-rank warrior. I don't believe I can't take him down!"

After saying that, a group of detectives rushed in together.

When they went in, they saw a cold body lying on the ground.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, a solemn look flashed across the captain's face.

A sharp-eyed constable nearby noticed the writing on the ground and said, "Boss, there are words on the ground!"

When the captain heard this, he looked down and said, "Don't bother me!"

Looking at the handwriting on the ground, the captain said doubtfully, "Could this handwriting be written by the hero who sent Li Yitian to the yamen?"

Another constable who was also literate said, "The handwriting is similar. The hero probably doesn't want us to disturb him."

The captain curled his lips and said, "Alright, take the body back and tell the boss that the old man resisted arrest and was killed by us!"

The constables nodded, and together with the chief constable, they stabbed the corpse several times, then returned to the yamen with the corpse.

At the same time, on a street in Yuncheng, Leng Feibai, who was originally planning to go back to rest, was stopped on the street.

Leng Feibai stared at the man intently, but could not tell his cultivation level. However, the man's clothing was in the style of Dongyi City, and he was holding a three-foot-long green sword in his hand.

"You are the successor of Si Gu Jian!"

Leng Feibai asked tentatively, "I wonder which of the twelve disciples you are?"

"Humph!"

The man snorted coldly and said in a very cold tone, "Sixth Disciple, Wang Shun! Boy, do you know why I came to you!"

Leng Feibai thought of something after hearing this, raised his hand and drew out the Kanglong Mace, saying, "You came to me because of those three guys, do you know what they did in Suzhou City?"

"I'm not interested in knowing!"

Wang Shun said coldly, "I only know that you hurt my apprentice!"

"It turns out he's a brainless and protective person!"

Leng Feibai laughed in anger, "Then let me ask you, how did you know I was in Zhangzhou?"

Wang Shun drew his sword and said, "I'll tell you when you die!"

After Wang Shun finished speaking, he swung his sword and killed Leng Feibai, revealing all his ninth-grade cultivation.

Leng Feibai wielded his mace to resist, focusing on defense.

More importantly, I wanted to see what Si Gu Jian's so-called sword technique of not caring about the front but the back, and the left but not the right was.

The sword flashed faster and faster, but Leng Feibai was at ease, waving the Kanglong mace to block all of Wang Shun's attacks.

The two men fought and dodged as they crossed the streets, stuck in a stalemate with each other, neither able to defeat the other.

As the sword and mace clashed, Wang Shun snorted coldly, "You used this iron mace to break the Autumn Water Sword I gave to my apprentice!"

"I just want to see how good your swordsmanship is!"

Leng Feibai said unhappily, "Otherwise your sword would have broken long ago! Tenglong Jue: Thirteen Strikes of Torrential Rain and Wild Waves"

As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Feibai turned from defense to offense, and the attack of the iron mace in his hand suddenly became extremely fierce. Every blow was like a storm, forcing Wang Shun to unable to advance.

"Two times!"

Wang Shun swung his sword repeatedly and easily blocked Leng Feibai's iron mace attack.

Seeing this, Leng Feibai drew his iron mace to the tip of his sword and swung it upwards...

When Wang Shun saw this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the long sword in his hand flew out and circled in the air.

"Um"

Leng Feibai was stunned. Wang Shun grabbed the hilt of the sword and leaped forward at lightning speed, trying to guide the sword to pass across Leng Feibai's neck.

"boom"

The iron sword slashed across Leng Feibai's neck. Wang Shun smiled and turned to look...

"Soaring Dragon Art: Mountain-Splitting and Monument-Breaking Palm!"

Leng Feibai swung his palm and hit Wang Shun directly on the chest.

Wang Shun flew out on the spot, spitting out a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

"You, how is that possible!"

Leng Feibai looked at Wang Shun and sneered. After the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art merged into the Chaos Qi Sea, it could be controlled and released freely, and could block the opponent's attack at any time.

"I still say that, for Si Gu Jian's sake, I won't kill you!"

Leng Feibai asked coldly, "But you have to tell me how you knew I was in Zhangzhou!"

Wang Shun struggled to stand up, but instead of being stubborn, he said directly, "It seems you've only been in the martial arts world for so long that you don't even know about Qingfeng Xiaozhu."

"Qingfeng Cottage!"

Leng Feibai was stunned. Wang Shun continued to explain, "That's a place where intelligence is sold in the underworld. It's said that your Qing State Inspection Institute is behind it. Plus, you're the only one in the world, so finding you is a piece of cake."

Leng Feibai's mouth twitched after hearing this, and he raised his hands to cover his face, "Get out! Get out now before I change my mind!"

After saying that, Leng Feibai took a step and disappeared into the street.

Wang Shun looked at the disappearing Leng Feibai, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Inside the inn, Leng Feibai's face was filled with depression. He thought to himself, "I didn't expect that besides Kyoto, there are shops selling intelligence information among the common people. Come to think of it, selling intelligence is extremely profitable. Given that old loach's personality, he will definitely turn a blind eye! I was careless. It seems I have to be more vigilant about my surroundings and be more cautious when using magic."

Thinking of this, Leng Feibai gave up the idea of ​​wasting time and took out the intelligence scroll given to him by Chen Pingping.

"After the bandit problem in Huizhou was eradicated, the level of banditry in various places has significantly decreased. Except for Lanzhou..."

Lanzhou is one of the three major provincial capitals close to the western Hu border.

The bandits in the country mainly harm merchants from both countries. Although the bandit problem is not as serious as that in Huizhou, it should not be underestimated.

"Let's practice on the bandits in Lanzhou. They're not good people anyway."

Leng Feibai finished speaking and flipped through the map to continue reading. "Crossing Zhangzhou will lead you to Lanzhou! If you want to go faster, you can fly over Fengyunling. But if you do that, you'll need to prepare more dry food!"

After saying that, Leng Feibai put away his things, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to practice quietly.

Early the next morning, Leng Feibai paid the rent and wandered around Yuncheng.

Not long after, the sound of gongs and drums came from a distance.

Leng Feibai looked over from afar and saw the people in the city running over quickly.

Out of curiosity, Leng Feibai couldn't help but stop someone and asked, "Big brother, what happened?"

The man looked at Leng Feibai and couldn't help but said, "You are from another place, right? Today is the Yunjin Conference held once a year in Yuncheng!"

"Yunjin Conference?"

When Leng Feibai heard this, he couldn't help but ask, "What kind of event is this Yunjin Conference?"

The man quickly said, "The Yunjin Conference was jointly established by Yunxi Tower, Qingshui Winery, Yihong Tower, Hanxuan Chess Club, and Danxin Elegant Club in Yuncheng. There are competitions in cooking, drinking, tea tasting, piano competition, painting, calligraphy, and chess. Anyone who wins the first place in any of these competitions will receive rich prizes!"

After saying that, the man quickly ran towards the competition venue in front.

"A playful competition?"

Leng Feibai had an idea and decided to join in the fun, so he walked over quickly.

The Yunjin Conference is held in a famous downtown square in Yuncheng.

At this moment, countless scholars, onlookers, and martial artists gathered in various places in the square, waiting for the competition to begin.

Leng Feibai looked at the crowd in the square and looked around curiously. At this moment, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"ah"

Leng Feibai's expression changed slightly, and he threw the opponent to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

"what!"

A scream was heard, and a scholar in white clothes fell directly to the ground, groaning miserably.

Leng Feibai's expression changed, and he quickly said, "Sir, are you okay?"

The scholar in white waved his hand and said, "It's not bad, brother, your kung fu is quite good. I don't know your name, brother!"

Leng Feibai was about to introduce himself when he realized that his reputation had already been spread by Chen Pingping, so he quickly said, "I'm Fan Bai, from Yingzhou, and I've come to Yuncheng for fun!"

After hearing this, the white-robed scholar quickly said, "So it's Master Fan. I've heard so much about you! My name is Chu Jiang, and I'm here today to participate in the Yunjin Conference."

Leng Feibai heard this and started asking, "I wonder if Brother Chu knows anything about the various competitions at the Yunjin Conference. I'm just here to tell you, but I don't know the rules."

Chu Jiang smiled and said, "Master Fan, you've asked the right person. I'm very familiar with the rules of these conferences..."

Chu Jiang then listed all the events of the Yunjin Conference one by one.

The four competitions of music, chess, calligraphy and painting are the simplest. Participants are divided into groups to compete in musical instruments, Go, calligraphy and painting, and the one with the best skills will be the champion.

The drinking contest is to drink ten jars of wine first within the specified time and become the champion.

Tea tasting is to guess which type of tea is provided by the conference within the specified time.

Cooking is the most difficult. Participants cook a dish according to the ingredients provided by the conference, and the one with the best taste will be the champion.

"Of the seven competitions, the morning competitions will be cooking, tea tasting, and calligraphy! The remaining competitions will begin after lunch!"

Listening to Chu Jiang's introduction, Leng Feibai secretly made a choice in his heart, and then asked, "Brother Chu, how many competitions can one person participate in at most?"

"There's no limit to this, but unless you know how to clone yourself, you can only participate once in the morning and once in the afternoon!"

After hearing this, Leng Feibai secretly made a decision in his heart, "Forget it, let's just have some fun here today. It doesn't matter if I have a little time!"

(End of this chapter)