I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The Tianshan Mountains are vast and stretch for thousands of miles.

Below the snow line, at the foot of an extremely steep, solitary peak, a secluded bamboo forest suddenly appears.

On the rugged gravel path in the forest.

Five people were riding extremely valuable Akhal-Teke horses, heading deeper into the forest along the path.

Surprisingly.

These five spirited steeds, capable of traveling a thousand miles a day, now seemed to be deliberately restrained, their reins tightened, making them walk extremely slowly and with restraint.

With each step of the horse's hooves, it was as if afraid of crushing a single withered leaf and disturbing some terrifying being in this bamboo forest.

Five people on horseback.

It was the emperor who had abandoned the city and fled, along with his four top imperial attendants.

At this moment, the expressions of these four attendants, besides being wary, also revealed a deep sense of doubt.

They simply couldn't understand it—

The border region clearly has a million regular cavalrymen of the Ming Dynasty.

After Your Majesty escaped, why didn't you immediately join up with the border army and rely on the strength of your thousands of troops to fight your way back to the capital?

Instead, they had to travel thousands of miles, sneaking off to the remote and untouched Tianshan Mountains.

What kind of people could be in this dilapidated bamboo forest who could be more effective than the million-strong iron cavalry on the border?

Although the four were full of questions, none of them dared to ask the emperor, whose face was deathly pale and unreadable.

They could only hold their breath.

We walked slowly and silently along this secluded bamboo path.

One hour later.

At the end of the path, a stream appeared, with a small wooden bridge spanning the water.

Looking through the small bridge, a bamboo house stands abruptly in front of you.

In the open space outside the bamboo house, a boy was practicing a monotonous thrusting move repeatedly with an iron sword in his hand.

"Whoa—"

The emperor suddenly pulled on the reins and dismounted.

He turned his head, stared intently at the four imperial attendants behind him, and issued an extremely stern and deadly order:

"All four of you, guard this bridgehead for me!"

"Remember! No matter what happens ahead..."

"No one is allowed to cross this bridge, not even a single step!"

The four listened to this stern warning, which even carried a hint of fear, and were filled with doubt.

There was only a bamboo hut and a young boy practicing swordsmanship on the other side. What could possibly happen to make the master so afraid?

But even if I don't understand, I cannot disobey the emperor's orders.

The four imperial guards could only suppress their doubts, dismounted in unison, and bowed their heads in a fist salute at the bridgehead.

"As you command!"

The emperor crossed the wooden bridge alone, his steps heavy and hesitant, and slowly approached the young man practicing swordsmanship.

Hearing footsteps, the boy stopped his thrusting.

He turned his head and saw the emperor's face clearly in an instant.

The boy was clearly taken aback for a moment.

This person... why does he look so much like my father?

But he quickly suppressed his surprise and unceremoniously raised his iron sword, the tip pointing directly at the uninvited guest before him:

"stop!"

"Father said he won't see any outsiders! You should go back!"

Faced with this extremely offensive pointing of the sword and expulsion.

The emperor showed no anger whatsoever.

Instead, the four imperial attendants in the distance watched in utter horror!

With a "plop" sound!

This man, who had just lost his kingdom but was still the ruler of the country, lowered his knees heavily and knelt down directly in front of the closed bamboo house without hesitation!

This kneeling.

The four top experts at the far end of the bridge were struck dumb, their jaws nearly falling to the ground!

That's the emperor!!

The emperor, being of such high status, kneels to heaven and his ancestors. There is absolutely no living person under heaven who is worthy of his kneeling!

Even the world-renowned martial arts legend, Nameless, would never make a king kneel so humbly!

Who exactly is sitting in that bamboo house?!

And in front of the bamboo house.

The boy frowned as he looked at the middle-aged man who had inexplicably knelt down.

Seeing that this outsider wouldn't listen to any advice and just stubbornly knelt there like a mute, refusing to leave.

The boy was too lazy to pay him any more attention.

He withdrew his sword stance and flicked his wrist.

He completely ignored the king kneeling beside him and continued practicing his tedious and boring thrusting techniques.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

The extremely cold, hard sound of something cutting through the air, along with the powerful figure of the emperor kneeling like a sculpture, created an eerily balanced atmosphere in the forest.

I don't know how much time passed.

The dim afterglow filtered through the bamboo forest and fell on the shoulders of the emperor, who was still kneeling upright on the ground.

"Squeak."

The door to the bamboo house was finally pushed open.

A woman dressed in simple clothes came out carrying a wooden basin.

She looked up and happened to bump into the emperor kneeling outside the courtyard, and she was visibly stunned for a moment.

But then, the woman glanced into the room.

Since her husband had not spoken, she, a mere woman, naturally dared not presume to meddle in such a taboo matter.

She simply withdrew her gaze and walked straight to the young man practicing swordsmanship:

"Alright, stop practicing. Go wash your hands and come inside for dinner."

"Okay, Mother."

The young man deftly sheathed his iron sword and followed the woman as she turned and entered the bamboo house.

"Bang."

The bamboo door was closed again.

The kneeling monarch was left to stand awkwardly in the cold wind outside the door, like a transparent piece of trash.

This scene was witnessed by the four imperial attendants at the far end of the bridge.

The true energy emanating from the four of them almost exploded on the spot!

"Outrageous... This is utterly rebellious and courts death!!!"

One of the attendants had bloodshot eyes, and the knuckles of his fingers gripping his weapon were pale from the extreme force he was using.

The four men stared intently at the bamboo house with its faint candlelight, wishing they could rush across the bridge right then and there, drag out the arrogant scoundrel who dared to scorn the emperor and humiliate him, and beat him to a pulp on the spot!

but!

The thought of his master dismounting and issuing that stern order, "You are not allowed to cross the bridge, even if you die," filled him with rage.

The four top experts bit their lips until they bled, forcing back their almost out-of-control rage and murderous intent.

Not even half a step was too far.

After an incense stick has burned.

"Squeak."

The wooden door of the bamboo house was pushed open again.

The elegantly dressed woman led the boy out.

Just as the two stepped out of the room.

In the dim light of the room, a very faint but sighing voice suddenly drifted out.

"Come in."

Just these three words!

The emperor, who had been kneeling like a clay sculpture in the night wind for several hours, was suddenly granted a pardon!

He scrambled to his feet, ignoring the soreness and numbness in his legs, and immediately began to frantically brush off and straighten the mud-covered dragon robe covering his body.

Only after confirming that the demeanor is respectful enough and there are no faults can be found.

The emperor took a deep breath, bowed, and humbly stepped through the bamboo gate.

inside the house.

It is a hall with extremely simple yet elegant furnishings.

At this moment, a man dressed in coarse linen clothes is sitting on the ground, holding a rough porcelain teacup in his hand, quietly sipping tea.

When the light illuminated the man's face.

If those four imperial attendants outside had dared to peek inside, they would have been so shocked they would have gasped in horror!

Because the facial features of this plain-clothed man sitting in this secluded paradise drinking tea are exactly the same as those of the current emperor of the Ming Dynasty!

The only difference was that he had a pair of deep eyes that seemed to have seen through the entire world.

"Thump!"

The moment the emperor saw the man's face clearly, he rushed forward and knelt down heavily once again!

This supreme ruler, who held the power of life and death, could no longer contain the extreme fear and psychological barriers of the past few days, and burst into tears on the spot.

"Brother!"

"I am guilty!!!"

The emperor pounded his fists on the hard bamboo floor, tears streaming down his face, weeping as if his heart was breaking.

"It's my incompetence..."

"I have failed my elder brother in his painstaking efforts back then! I have failed our ancestors!"

"I've completely lost the great Ming Dynasty that our ancestors built up over generations!!!"

The seemingly ordinary man in plain clothes who lives in seclusion deep in the Tianshan Mountains is the real Wenlong!

The deposed monarch kneeling at this moment was actually his twin brother, Wuchang!

When the late emperor passed away, Wenlong, as the eldest son of the legitimate wife, should have inherited the throne.

However, Wenlong was born weak and sickly, and deep down he regarded the supreme imperial power as dirt, longing only for the clear breeze and bright moon in the mountains and forests.

On the eve of the grand ceremony, the twin brothers, born of the same mother, secretly made a strange pact to switch identities.

The younger brother, Wuchang, took the place of his elder brother, donned the dragon robe, and became the supreme ruler of the land.

The real Wenlong abandoned worldly affairs and completely retired with his family to the bamboo forests of the Tianshan Mountains.

Over the decades, the common people and officials of all dynasties believed that Wenlong was the one who presided over the Ming Dynasty.

No one noticed that the emperor on the dragon throne had been replaced by a substitute.

Listening to my younger brother kneeling on the ground, his cries were as mournful as a cuckoo's lament.

Wenlong, who was calmly enjoying his tea, suddenly stiffened his wrist as he held the teacup.

A flicker of extreme astonishment crossed his usually placid eyes:

"What did you say?"

"The country... is lost?!"

Wenlong never expected that although his younger brother Wuchang's martial arts skills were mediocre, his imperial mind and political acumen far surpassed his own. With the addition of 100,000 imperial guards and countless top-notch palace experts, how could the country possibly fall so easily?!

He slammed the coarse porcelain teacup onto the low wooden table with a "bang".

That fleeting, terrifying fluctuation of energy caused the walls of the solid bamboo house to emit a teeth-grinding squeaking sound!

"What kind of major change has occurred?"

Wenlong took a deep breath, suppressed his murderous intent, and pulled Wuchang, who was kneeling on the floor and wailing, to his feet.

He pointed to the prayer mat opposite him, his eyes as heavy as iron:

"sit down."

"Explain everything to your elder brother in detail!"

The two brothers sat facing each other on the ground.

Wu Chang clutched the hem of his clothes tightly, his voice still trembling uncontrollably.

He recounted in detail how Dugu Ming single-handedly stormed the palace and how he casually and effortlessly seized the throne.

"Big brother! Dugu Ming is too arrogant!"

Wu Chang's eyes were bloodshot, and he almost pleaded as he grabbed Wen Long's sleeve tightly:

"Now the imperial throne has fallen into the wrong hands, and the land is stained with blood!"

"Under the whole world, only my elder brother, with his extraordinary cultivation, can suppress this demon and reclaim our Ming Dynasty!"

"Please, Big Brother, come out of retirement!!!"