The Legend of the Condor Heroes: From Being Expelled from Peach Blossom Island

Chapter 391 The Young Prodigal of Daxing

Daxing City, which later became the imperial capital, is the true dragon vein of the Chinese nation.

Hangzhou, the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty, also known as Lin'an Prefecture, was a temporary and peaceful city. It was beautiful but always had a touch of effeminacy. The men of Han Chinese men lacked their spirit, and the songs and dances on West Lake were always a drunken affair, with people singing "The Song of the Rear Courtyard" across the river.

As for Xingqing Prefecture, the capital of Western Xia, which is the later Yinchuan, Western Xia at that time was economically backward and culturally undeveloped. The capital was not large, and the city was not particularly prosperous, with a rough exterior but also a somewhat petty and small-minded feel.

However, the sight of Daxing City before him filled Wu Chengyu with a sense of wonder. What he saw before him bore little resemblance to the imperial capitals of later generations. There was no Forbidden City, no Summer Palace, and none of the traditional courtyard houses and alleyways.

It took the continuous repairs and expansions of the Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties to nurture the imperial capital that Wu Chengyu longed for.

The present-day Daxing City only has the framework of later generations, but after the Jin Dynasty conquered the Northern Song Dynasty, it plundered the Han Dynasty's land and countless wealth. After the nobles moved the capital, they indulged in extravagance and extravagance, and carried out large-scale construction projects, which made Daxing City more prosperous than ever before.

Overall, this capital of the Jin Dynasty was more grand than Hangzhou and more elegant than Xingqing Prefecture, but its decadent atmosphere concealed the decline of the Jin Dynasty. In terms of education, it was not as good as Hangzhou, and in terms of martial spirit, it was not as good as Xingqing.

The two groups of Jin Dynasty noble youths playing and even fighting in the street had a similar feel to the brawls of the capital city in later generations.

“Wanyan Kang, you lost last time, so I brought extra men today. If I don’t beat you so badly you can’t get out of bed for three days, I’m not Wanyan Que.”

"You're no match for me in a one-on-one fight, but now you want to gang up on me? You're shameless! What do I, Wanyan Kang, have to fear?"

"Haha, I heard your dad has a strange disease and he has no hair on his body. He doesn't dare to go out at all. You have a thick skin and you still dare to come out and embarrass him."

"You dare speak ill of my father? I will not let this go today! Beat him!"

The two sides were not equal in number. Wanyan Kang's side had only a dozen or so people, while Wanyan Que's side had at least thirty or so. Each of them was dressed in fine clothes and should be a nobleman from the Jin Dynasty. They followed the lead of the two men.

The two sides immediately clashed, turning the street into chaos. Nearby residents were caught off guard and shops and vendors along the street suffered greatly, but they dared not speak out and fled with long faces.

Behind these fighting noble youths stood several burly men, some carrying weapons, others powerful and strong, all clearly martial arts practitioners.

These people were probably the guards of these noble youths, but they just stood by with their arms crossed, watching the fight between the youths without intending to get involved.

Wanyan Kang's side was outnumbered, mostly fighting one against two, and was quickly forced to retreat. Wanyan Kang, on the other hand, showed more ferocity. Surrounded by five or six teenagers, he fought with strict discipline and orderly offense and defense, and gained the upper hand.

However, his men were quickly knocked to the ground, and Wanyan Que's men joined the attack. Wanyan Kang, being only a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, gradually became unable to defend himself and was hit by several punches.

In pain, Wanyan Kang's face flushed red, and he suddenly exerted force with both arms, knocking away two boys who were about to kick him in the groin. With the sound of bones breaking, the two boys rolled on the ground and screamed in agony.

He had only been testing his fists and feet before, but now that he had suffered a loss, he was furious and finally used his internal energy.

Wanyan Kang pressed his advantage, striking Wanyan Que, who was in a daze, with a palm strike. If he succeeded, Wanyan Que would be seriously injured, possibly even breaking several bones.

Finally, Wanyan Que's guards couldn't hold back any longer. One of them rushed into the arena and struck Wanyan Kang with a palm. His palm was black and his five finger joints were twisted. He was another martial arts practitioner who practiced Iron Palm.

Wanyan Kang never expected that the other party's guards would dare to attack him. In his haste, he let Wanyan Que go and only had time to put his palms together to try to block the other party's Iron Sand Palm. Fortunately, a guard behind him had a flash of insight and quickly blocked Wanyan Kang's path.

This person was short and stocky, but had long arms and was skilled in palm techniques; his martial arts were clearly superior to his opponent's.

A muffled thud was heard in the arena. Wanyan Que's guards were clearly at a disadvantage, as the short guard was knocked back several steps by a single palm strike, causing their blood and qi to surge.

The short guard shielded Wanyan Kang behind him and said loudly, "Iron Palm Shakes All Directions is indeed remarkable, and Iron Sand Palm is incredibly powerful. However, these nobles are all children. It's just children fighting, yet you're going all out. You really don't understand the rules."

Iron Palm Shakes All Directions took a few deep breaths to forcefully suppress the stinging pain in his lungs. He practiced external martial arts and did not generate internal force from the outside in, while his opponent clearly practiced internal true qi. In a head-on clash, the difference in skill was immediately apparent.

"You said it was just kids fighting, but who would have thought that Prince Kang had actually cultivated internal energy techniques and was using his internal martial arts to bully ordinary people who didn't know martial arts? That just doesn't make sense."

"You, the Thousand-Handed Butcher, are infamous throughout the Yellow River region. I wonder when you joined Prince Zhao's household. But I am not afraid of you, and my Rong Prince's household is even less afraid of your Zhao Prince's household."

As the guards from both sides gradually left the arena, the atmosphere became tense, and it looked like a fight was about to break out. However, after a standoff, neither side dared to make the first move.

Before, it was just kids fooling around; if they lost, they would just go home. But if these guards were to intervene, it would really turn into a battle between the Rong Prince's Mansion and the Zhao Prince's Mansion. These guards have impressive titles, but they are all lackeys; they wouldn't dare to take on such a big responsibility.

In the end, both sides stubbornly continued their arguing, but it was the Rong Prince's mansion that retreated first. Wanyan Kang, feeling he had won a battle, immediately became arrogant and swaggered away with his bruised and battered underlings. The farce in the street finally came to an end.

At this time, about twenty paces away from where they were fighting in the street, there was a pancake shop. When these thugs started fighting, the people in the pancake shop were frightened and ran away.

There was only one unremarkable-looking man, dressed like an ordinary江湖人 (jianghu person, a term referring to people from out of town or江湖江湖人士, often implying a kind of江湖江湖人, ...

"So this kid is Yang Kang. I bumped into him as soon as I entered the city. He's a complete spoiled brat at such a young age. At first glance, he seems brave and fierce, but his eyes are always darting around. He's also a cunning character."

His palm strike just now was a deadly move from the Quanzhen Palm Technique. It looked fierce, and while it might fool others, it couldn't fool me. The placement was clever; it would cause the opponent excruciating pain without truly injuring them, thus preventing a complete breakdown in relations. Despite his young age, his internal strength foundation is already solid. It's authentic Quanzhen Palm Technique; it seems he's been practicing for quite some time.

Unfortunately, the Quanzhen Palm Technique in this kid's hands has completely lost its Taoist charm, leaving only competitiveness and ruthless moves. Sure enough, Qiu Chuji had no patience and didn't teach him properly at all.

That makes sense, though. He taught him a few moves and then ran off, leaving the kid in this cesspool. It's no wonder he can't learn anything good. When it comes to being irresponsible, Qiu Chuji is one of the best in The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

Now that kid's character is formed, and in a few years he'll develop a cunning and calculating nature, he'll be the Yang Kang of our memories—there'll be no going back.

What if they can't turn the tide? Should they just kill him? Wu Chengyu knew that killing a mere child would be beneath the dignity of a top-tier martial arts master, and now was not the time.

By this time, the street bullies had all left, and the pancake shop owner had just returned. This time, the pancake shop was far away and hadn't been affected. The owner of the pancake shop had a smile on his face, but the plump proprietress kept muttering and cursing.

"Sir, I'm sorry you were frightened. This bowl of vegetable porridge is on me, to help you calm down."

"Boss, I'm new to Daxing City, but I've certainly learned a lot. Does this kind of thing happen often?"

"Sigh, they're all young noblemen, so impulsive. To be honest, I've seen countless cases like this. A few times they even smashed up my shop. I was lucky today, I was a little further away, so I didn't suffer any losses."

The proprietress next to her then spoke up and scolded, "How could there be no money? Several people who wanted to eat sesame cakes just now ran away without paying. It's like I've worked for nothing today."

"Hey, keep your voice down, it wouldn't be good if someone heard. We're lucky that things turned out this way today."

Wu Chengyu recalled the scene just now. The King of Zhao was naturally Wanyan Honglie, and the Thousand-Handed Butcher was naturally Peng Lianhu, one of the experts recruited by Wanyan Honglie. He seemed to have good martial arts skills, top-tier second-rate, but not quite first-rate.

In the original story, this guy was good at playing mind games. He couldn't beat Wang Chuyi, so he directly used a poisoned iron ring to ambush him.

As for the other side, this Wanyan Que, judging from his status, should be no less than Wanyan Kang. And who is this Prince Rong?

Wu Chengyu turned to look at the proprietress, who was clearly someone who couldn't keep her mouth shut. He casually took out two coins and placed them in front of her.

"Boss lady, I'm new to Daxing and completely clueless. I don't know anything. Can I ask you for some information?"

The proprietress's eyes lit up when she saw the silver. Two qian of silver was enough for her to sell hundreds of sesame cakes. She immediately put on a smile, but her hands moved with surprising speed. In the blink of an eye, she took the silver away. If she practiced martial arts, she might be a thousand-armed Guanyin.

"Sir, you're too kind. Just ask me anything. There's no need to give me money. It's too polite."

"Who is this Prince Rong they were just talking about?"

"This Prince Rong is the third prince of the current royal family, I think his name is Wanyan Hongxi."

Wu Chengyu immediately knew who it was. He could remember Wanyan Hongxi's name, but he couldn't remember his title.

In the original novel of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, Wanyan Hongxi and Wanyan Honglie once went to the Mongolian grasslands together. On the surface, they were bestowing official titles upon the Mongols, but in reality, they were trying to find out the true strength of the Mongols and stir up conflict between Temujin and Wang Khan and Sangkun.

That time, if Guo Jing hadn't stepped forward and blocked the Four Devils of the Yellow River, they might have actually been able to kill Temujin.

However, this Third Prince was far less shrewd than Wanyan Honglie, arrogant and domineering, and quite incompetent.

This guy is only superficially friendly with Wanyan Honglie; they are secretly vying for the throne. So, the fight between Wanyan Que and Wanyan Kang today was actually influenced by their father.

"Sir, this Rongwang Mansion is not a good place. They bully men and women and do all sorts of evil things. You'd better go around it."

On the other hand, the Zhao Prince's Mansion on the other side has a good reputation in Daxing, and there has never been any news of His Highness the Zhao Prince bullying the people.

Although the young prince of that family liked to fight, every time he disturbed the surrounding shops, Princess Zhao would send him silver afterwards.

Unfortunately, this Prince Zhao was unlucky. He was recently reprimanded by the emperor and is said to have fallen ill. Now he hides in his palace, refusing to see any visitors.

Wu Chengyu knew, of course, what illness Wanyan Honglie had, but he was more concerned about why the old man had been reprimanded by the emperor.

　There was a power outage in the morning, and the power didn't come back on until 2 p.m. Not only was it unbearably hot, but I also couldn't type. The main problem is that I just can't get the hang of typing on my phone.

　　This is the first chapter for today; the second chapter will be coming soon.

　　I'm not going to make a big deal out of the Jin capital; it's just a transition. The next step is to go to the Mongolian grasslands, where Guo Jing will make his appearance.

　　I wrote a Condor Heroes fanfiction, and Guo Jing only appeared after more than 900,000 words. No wonder so many people criticized me. But I really don't want to follow the original work exactly. If I were to follow the original work too closely, I might as well just read the original work.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)