I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Under the eaves.

Dugu Meng sat in a rattan chair, unbuttoning her clothes as she held her son and breastfed him.

"Bang--!"

Suddenly, the already flimsy wooden door was forcefully pushed open by an extremely heavy palm force.

Nie Renwang, like a tiger whose tail had been stepped on, rushed in from outside, covered in sweat.

"Oh no! Feng'er! Something terrible has happened!!!"

Nie Feng paused slightly, his brows furrowing.

"Father, what happened? Why are you in such a panic?"

"The world has changed!"

Nie Renwang casually grabbed a water ladle from under the stone table and gulped down a mouthful of cold water, his voice hoarse with shock:

"I just saw the imperial edict announcing the whole country in the prefectural capital!"

"That madman Dugu Ming... he actually overthrew the previous dynasty and fucking donned the imperial robes himself!"

"He established a new dynasty, named it the Great Qian, and proclaimed himself the Peerless Emperor! He also issued an imperial edict granting amnesty to the entire realm and exempting all taxes!"

Upon hearing this, a loud "slap" was heard.

Nie Feng's strength instantly spiraled out of control, crushing the willow branch in his hand into dust.

Extreme astonishment immediately welled up in those clear and gentle eyes.

"Dugu Ming... usurped the throne and became emperor?!"

He never expected this, even in his death.

He always thought that Dugu Ming's biggest and only obsession was to frantically revive Wushuang City, defeat him and Senior Brother Yun, and seize the empty title of the number one martial artist in the world.

He never expected this.

Dugu Ming's insane appetite has become so perverse that he wants to devour the entire imperial power of the world!

After his initial shock, Nie Feng subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Dugu Meng, who was sitting under the eaves, with extremely complicated feelings.

She noticed her husband's gaze.

Dugu Meng gently placed the well-fed and sleeping baby boy into the simple cradle, then casually gathered her clothes together.

The gentle tenderness on her face vanished instantly.

Instead, there was an extreme coldness and resoluteness, as if one had already seen through fate:

"Wind, you don't need to consider my feelings."

"Between him and me, we have long since severed all ties and are no longer siblings."

She raised her head and quietly looked into Nie Feng's eyes:

"Do whatever you want, just let go."

Hearing his wife's decisive statement.

Nie Feng took a deep breath, and his originally gentle and reserved gaze suddenly turned as cold as frost.

"Dugu Ming usurped power for his own ambition, and his accession was illegitimate."

"Now, with a sinister imperial edict, they've reignited the bloodshed in the martial world that had just begun to subside, causing widespread death and destruction!"

"This bright and clear world, and the lives of all people, must not be trampled upon by this madman as he pleases!"

Bujia Village, Hangzhou.

In a secluded bamboo grove on the west side of Gushan Mountain, Bu Jingyun was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, meditating and breathing exercises.

Fallen leaves danced around him, but silently slid away as they approached him.

This is the simple secret of tranquility, non-action, and non-seeking.

"rustle--"

A series of hurried footsteps broke the tranquility of the forest.

Bu Tian strode closer, looked at his father on the ground, and spoke, suppressing his breath:

"Dad, I have some news for you that will definitely surprise you."

Bu Jingyun slightly opened his eyes.

Bu Tian took a deep breath:

"A new dynasty has been established outside! The previous dynasty has been overthrown, and now the world is ruled by the Great Qian!"

The bamboo forest remained deathly silent.

After listening, Bu Jingyun remained completely unmoved.

Who becomes emperor and who owns the country is none of his business.

Seeing his father's lack of reaction, a complex emotion flashed in Bu Tian's eyes, and he tentatively added the fatal sentence:

"But what if...it were Dugu Ming sitting on the throne now?"

Before he could finish speaking...

"boom--!!!"

Bu Jingyun's body, which was originally in harmony with the Heavenly Dao and embodied the Wuqiu Yijue, suddenly erupted into an extremely terrifying conflict of energy as his thoughts churned violently!

Bamboo leaves falling from a radius of several dozen feet were instantly pulverized by the wildly surging true energy in mid-air!

Those calm eyes suddenly snapped open, and an extremely sharp killing intent pierced the air as if it were a tangible substance.

"Anyone can be emperor in this world."

Bu Jingyun suddenly stood up, his black cloak fluttering wildly as his true energy surged:

"He's the only one who won't do!"

The words were left unsaid.

Bu Jingyun didn't stop at all, his feet touching the ground:

"Take good care of your mother at home!"

The seven characters still echo among the bamboo grove.

This god of death had already transformed into a faint wisp of cloud, completely disappearing from sight.

The bamboo forest returned to its deathly silence.

All that remained was dust and Bu Tian, ​​who stood there dumbfounded.

"Depend on……"

After a long while, Bu Tian looked at the empty bamboo forest and couldn't help but bite his lip, muttering to himself:

"He fucking refused to take me out again!"

He suddenly threw a punch out of thin air, the violent force creating a sharp whistling sound.

"I have such excellent martial arts skills, but all I can do all day is chop wood and carry water in this little forest. I have no way to realize my ambitions!"

Bu Tian kicked away the broken bamboo at his feet with extreme frustration and sighed heavily.

however.

And in that moment of absolute silence...

Deep in his mind, an extremely familiar and unforgettable beautiful figure appeared uncontrollably.

"I wonder how Senior Sister Qingge is doing these days?"

The thought of Jiang Qingge comes to mind.

Bu Tian's original ambition to make a name for himself in the martial arts world vanished like a deflated balloon.

Only a complex worry remained, one that was difficult to express to others.

A few days later.

Zhonghua Pavilion, rear hall.

The martial arts legend, Nameless, stands quietly with his hands behind his back, beneath a splashed-ink landscape painting on the wall.

They appear to be leisurely appreciating paintings.

In reality, it uses the bold and sweeping ink strokes in the painting to deduce the vast sword intent hidden in the natural world.

In the surrounding air, there was a faint yet indestructible invisible sword energy flowing endlessly along the course of the river in the painting.

Just then.

Wuming's eyes flickered slightly, and the invisible sword intent flowing around him vanished without a trace.

"Wind, clouds, you've come."

Before anyone knew it, two familiar figures were standing side by side in front of the hall, both exuding an aura as deep as abyss.

Nie Feng didn't waste any time with pleasantries and went straight to the point:

"You must already know about the fall of the previous dynasty."

"My brother and I have come here today to ask for the opinion of the nameless senior."

Upon hearing this, Wuming shifted his gaze from the landscape painting, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"The imperial court and the martial arts world have always been two bottom lines of non-interference."

"I do not wish to see the martial world plunged into bloodshed again, but this ironclad rule protecting the common people must not be easily trampled upon!"

The nameless voice suddenly fell silent, resounding with conviction:

"Dugu Ming forcibly usurped the throne; his accession was illegitimate!"

"These treacherous officials and villains deserve to be punished by all the martial arts community!"

They received the unwavering support of this martial arts legend.

Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun exchanged a glance.

The last trace of hesitation in their hearts vanished completely!

"In that case, let's set off for the capital immediately!"

The two turned around and prepared to transform into flowing clouds and rush away.

"Wait a minute."

Suddenly, Wuming called out to the two of them.

He walked slowly outwards with his hands behind his back, his long hair swaying slightly in the breeze.

"How could I be left out in the slaying of demons?"

"I'll go with you!"

Thirty miles from the official road leading to the capital, there was a large, sprawling military camp.

Inside the main tent, the lights were on full display.

The pungent smell of wine and meat, mixed with the foul stench of freshly killed blood, filled the air inside the tent.

"Come on, come on! Keep filling it up!"

A group of martial arts outlaws, armed with swords and knives, were baring their chests and breasts, their left arms around the courtesans they had robbed, their right hands holding golden goblets filled with fine wine, laughing wildly.

Land deeds and chests of silver, looted from wealthy households along the way, were scattered on the ground.

In the very center of the main tent stood a very conspicuous large banner:

"Exterminate evil and uphold justice, overthrow the Qianlong Emperor and restore the Ming Dynasty!"

"Brother, we've made a fortune along the way, all under the guise of serving the emperor!"

A one-eyed man took a big bite of his thigh meat, laughing loudly with grease dripping from his mouth:

"That fake emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty, Dugu Ming, is a real righteous official! If it weren't for his coup, where would we have the righteous pretext to enter the city and legitimately rob money and women?!"

"Exactly!" Scarface chimed in, then a flicker of fear crossed his eyes.

"But brother, we're almost at the capital region. Are we really going to go to the capital to fight that Dugu Ming?"

"Screw you!"

The burly man addressed as "Big Brother" sneered and slapped the wine jug off the table.

"Damn it, even the Emperor's 100,000 unpredictable Imperial Guards were wiped out by that monster like a feather being plucked from the sky. Are we going to throw our lives away?!"

"We'll just wander around the outskirts of the capital, using the banner of punishing traitors and rebels, and squeeze every last drop of profit from those cities before we leave!"

"Go to the Golden Palace to fight that demon? That's hard labor for Fengyun, what does it have to do with us brothers!"

A burst of extremely unrestrained laughter erupted inside the tent.

He talks a lot about national righteousness, but his heart is full of wicked and immoral thoughts.

In contrast to the decadent and absurd hypocritical revelry of the Central Plains martial arts world.

From east to west, it extends from Shanhaiguan, Jizhou, Datong, and Xuanfu in Liaodong, all the way to Jiayuguan in the far west of the Gobi Desert.

Along the nine major border towns of the Ming Dynasty, a different kind of rage and suppressed iron-blooded scene was unfolding in the fortresses.

Take Shanhaiguan, which guards the vital passage to the capital, as an example.

"Ugh—!!!"

A deep, somber war horn rang out sharply amidst the swirling snow.

Hundreds of thousands of heavily armored cavalrymen, their faces weathered by the elements, guarded the border city. They gripped their long sabers tightly, their breaths filled with extreme rage, like white mist.

Here they braved swords and snow, receiving only the meager military pay, working tirelessly to guard this vast border for the Ming Dynasty.

Then I woke up...

The house was robbed, and the imperial court was gone.

"You bastards! We're defending the country's borders on the front lines, and we can't even see our wives when they're in difficult childbirth!"

Inside the central command tent, a border general clad in heavy black iron armor smashed the heavy command desk to pieces with a single punch, his eyes bloodshot.

"That traitor who appeared out of nowhere actually seized my country without shedding a drop of blood?!"

The general suddenly drew the sword from his waist, which was soaked with the blood of foreign enemies.

The blade was pointed directly towards the capital city in the Central Plains:

"We're not going to hold out!"

"Give the order to the entire army!"

"Turn your horses around immediately! Even if it means bearing the eternal infamy of letting the enemy enter the pass!"

"Let's march south, crush the Great Qian Dynasty, and march to the capital to defend the emperor!!!"

"kill!!!"