Reborn Tianlong: I practice martial arts for immortality

If he doesn't practice martial arts, how can he ensure the stability of the Duan family's kingdom in this era when a great master can rule a country alone?

He originally thought that Duan lacked a talented genius, but he didn't expect that he was a person who was not enterprising and could not see the reality.

Duan Siping snorted coldly and said indifferently, "You guys can leave now. As a descendant of the Duan family, how can you not practice martial arts if you want? I will make him embark on the path of martial arts obediently."

Duan Yu was silent when he came in, but after hearing this, he looked unconvinced: "Brother, you look very familiar. But even my father can't force me to practice martial arts, so why do you force me? I just don't want to practice martial arts. What's the point of fighting and killing all day long? Can't we all just get along peacefully?

The world is in such chaos because there are too many people who fight over things over a disagreement.

What has this world become because of these martial artists? What good is there in practicing martial arts?"

Duan Zhengchun was just about to bow to Duan Siping and take his leave when he heard Duan Yu's outrageous words. He was so angry that his whole body trembled and he almost raised his hand to give Duan Yu two loud slaps.

You unfilial son, do you have any sense? You see I am so respectful to you, yet you call me brother?

Duan Siping was not angry because of the word "brother", but was angry because of Duan Yu's remarks.

You know that the world is ruled by martial arts masters, but you still don't practice martial arts. You must be crazy and have never experienced a beating.

Duan Siping waved his hand, signaling them to leave.

Seeing that their ancestor was not angry, they gave Duan Yu a look that told him to take care of himself, then bowed respectfully and left.

Duan Yu felt a little nervous when he saw that his uncle and father were so respectful. He stared at Duan Siping's face carefully and suddenly looked a little surprised.

"What? Have you recognized my identity? You don't call me brother anymore?" Duan Siping asked with interest.

Duan Yu replied, "Brother, I find that you look almost exactly like my ancestor, even more lifelike than the portrait of my ancestor.

My dear brother, you are also a descendant of the Duan family, right? My name is Duan Yu. May I ask your name? Why have I never seen you before?

Duan Siping was stunned when he heard Duan Yu's words, then his face darkened, and he said: "I am your ancestor, the portrait you saw is me."

Duan Yu's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief. "Don't try to fool me. My ancestor passed away many years ago. This is well known in Dali."

Duan Siping stood with his hands behind his back, "I faked my death and now I'm resurrected. You have such great talent but you don't practice martial arts. It's a waste of talent."

"A gentleman does not speak of strange things. My ancestor was born two hundred years ago. It is impossible for him to still be alive." Duan Yu still did not believe it.

Duan Siping was speechless. He was indeed deeply poisoned by Confucianism and turned into a nerd.

"You are so ignorant! You didn't realize that practicing martial arts and breaking through the innate realm can extend your lifespan. Your ancestor, I, was able to achieve great success in troubled times. How could we be so powerless?"

"Are you really my ancestor?" Duan Yu felt a little unconfident after hearing Duan Siping's words and used the honorific title.

"If I were not your ancestor, why would your father and uncle be so respectful to me?" Duan Siping asked back.

Duan Yu was now certain that the person before him was indeed his ancestor, and he quickly knelt down and said, "Duan Yu, descendant of the Duan family, greets the ancestor."

"Get up." Duan Siping said in a flat tone.

Duan Yu stood up, then thought of his ancestor's words. His face turned slightly bitter, and he thought to himself: "If my father asked me to practice martial arts, I could refuse. But if my ancestor asked me to practice martial arts, could I still refuse?"

"Boy, I've just revived and I've met a young man like you who possesses great luck. This is a good omen. With such talent and luck, it would be a shame if you didn't practice martial arts.

"Just follow me for a while. I will pass on all I have learned throughout my life to you. I hope you will study hard." Duan Siping said calmly.

Duan Yu had a sad face and wanted to refuse, but he didn't want to go against the wishes of his ancestors. He thought to himself: I will agree for now, and then not practice martial arts seriously, so that my ancestors will think that my aptitude is too poor. Then I am sure that my ancestors will not force me to practice martial arts anymore.

Thinking of this, Duan Yu couldn't help but praise his own wit, and then he bowed and replied, "I will follow the instructions of the ancestors."

Duan Siping nodded, and Duan Yu was secretly happy, but he didn't know that Duan Siping could see through his arrogance at a glance.

The more pretentious he is, the more suffering he will suffer.

Chapter 399: Deterring Tubo

The ninth day of the eighth month is auspicious for getting married, traveling, and breaking ground, but inauspicious for building a house or putting up beams.

Jinzhou City, Lai Fu Restaurant.

"Hey, brothers, it's been two months since the ninth day of the ninth lunar month. Shouldn't we set off now?"

"Let's go? Where?"

"After a decade of silence, the ancestor came out of seclusion again, and as soon as he came out he faced Murong Longcheng. After all, we have inherited his skills, so shouldn't we go and show our support?"

"Disciple? There are so many people practicing the [Northern Dark Demonic Art], how could they know who you are?"

"And maybe the devil passed down this technique just to wait for you to master it so he can come and harvest you again."

"Support? That's even more ridiculous. You might die without knowing how."

“Think about it, during the battle at Yunwu Mountain, blood flowed from the mountainside along the steps to the foot of the mountain. Of the thousands of people who climbed the mountain, how many survived?

"In the Battle of Shaoshi Mountain, tens of thousands responded to the call to exorcise demons, but what was the result? How many were killed or wounded? The smell of blood lingered for months."

"Let's talk about Murong Longcheng. When he gave a sermon at Taihu Lake, 50 to 60 percent of the people who attended were converted by him.

So it’s better not to join in the fun, or else you’ll end up being the one making it happen.”

"Alas, this is a bit regrettable. This kind of battle only happens once in decades."

"Even though this Jiang Demon has been silent for ten years, his intimidation is still considerable. Just by releasing a piece of news, the Liao Kingdom lost 100,000 troops, not to mention the fact that.

Dali and Xixia withdrew their troops immediately upon receiving the news. A single word shook an entire nation; he was not the emperor, but he acted like one.

"What do you know? I heard a rumor from the Liao Kingdom that their powerful guardian of the country, the Liao Kingdom's high priest, was abolished by the demon Jiang.

Li Yuanhao, the founder of the Western Xia Dynasty, and Duan Zhengchun of Dali must have known this news, otherwise why would they obey so obediently?

"Is this true? How could we not have heard of such a big thing?"

"Why didn't the Tibetan army withdraw? Instead, they took advantage of the Yan border troops' inability to resist and occupied territory?"

"........."

"Tibet? They don't take my warning seriously." Jiang Weichen, who was wearing a navy blue gown, whispered to himself at the window.

I was originally planning to walk slowly all the way to Bianliang, but it seems I have to go to Tubo first.

Throwing down a coin of silver, Jiang Weichen stood up and left the restaurant.

In the border areas, it was seen that the Tubo army was taking the opportunity to occupy the territory. It would have been fine if they had just occupied the territory, but they also allowed their soldiers to become bandits and plunder everywhere.

Two days later, Jiang Weichen arrived at the Tubo land on the plateau.

When Jiang Weichen first entered Tubo, he felt an atmosphere different from that of the Central Plains.

This is the territory of Tibetan Buddhism. The people here are very devout in their belief in Buddhism and only believe in Buddhism.

Here, the status of Buddhist monks in the hearts of the common people is even higher than that of the king.

"If Murong Longcheng came to Tubo to become a living Buddha, then his faith and power would be endless. This seems to be the place where Murong Longcheng should be born."

It was Jiang Weichen’s first time in Tubo. After briefly experiencing the local customs and culture, he headed straight for the Tubo royal city.

After arriving at the royal city, Jiang Weichen flew directly to the top of the palace and shouted loudly to attract the master of the Nyingma sect.

"Flying?" Everyone was shocked.

The Nyingma sect's master quickly bowed respectfully and said, "I am the Tibetan Imperial Master. May I ask what brings you to Tibet?"

"Hmph, I, Jiang Weichen, said two months ago that I hope you will behave yourself during this period.

But you don't take my words seriously and take advantage of the situation to kill and plunder on the border. Are you prepared to pay the price?"

"Your Excellency, although Tubo is small, it is also a respected country. If you expect Tubo to obey you with just one word, you are overestimating yourself." The person who spoke was the newly appointed king of Tubo.

"Very good, it seems that Murong Longcheng is merciful." After Jiang Weichen finished speaking, he punched out, and his artistic conception locked the soul.

"How could this happen?" The Nyingma master exclaimed. He found himself as if frozen in place, unable to dodge.

With a bang, the master of the Nyingma sect was directly blasted into a bloody mist.

For people at a lower level, artistic conception is like a dimensionality-reduction attack, which directly affects the mind and soul, and they cannot escape it even if they want to.

"Imperial Master!" everyone exclaimed. The king turned pale with fright and took several steps back.

He was able to ascend to the throne thanks to the National Master who eliminated those who had been converted before, but now the National Master, who he thought was invincible, could not withstand a punch from this man?

Jiang Weichen stretched out his hand, and a blood-red sword appeared out of thin air in his hand. Then he chopped down with the sword in his hand, and a sharp sword energy that was ten feet long whizzed out!

The terrifying sword energy carried unparalleled power and slashed straight towards the new king of Tubo and the palace.

In an instant, there was a loud "boom" and the entire hall was split in half by the sword energy! The cut was neat and smooth, like a mirror.

At this time, after the sword energy passed through the Tubo King, it once again split the ground into two halves.

All the ministers nearby were dumbfounded and didn't dare to breathe.

"Is this still a human? My huge Tibetan palace was split in half by a single sword strike?"

Many people collapsed to the ground in fear, and then the ground gradually became wet.

"Withdraw the troops. Do not act rashly until Murong Longcheng and I have decided the outcome."

After saying this, Jiang Weichen turned and left without waiting for anyone to respond.

He believed these people would make the right choice.

If he wins this time, he can act according to his wishes afterwards.

If he failed to kill Murong Longcheng, then let it develop.

……

More than twenty days later, Jiang Weichen finally arrived in Bianliang City.

He did not deal with Murong Longcheng directly, but sneaked into the palace.

Murong Longcheng had plundered the wealth of several countries before, and Jiang Weichen didn't care about money and other material things.

However, the medicinal herbs collected by Murong Longcheng were what he urgently needed. Regardless of the outcome, he had to get these herbs first.

Under the night sky, the city of Bianliang no longer had the prosperity it had a few years ago. The wealthy merchants in the capital had either had their properties confiscated or had already fled. Instead, the huge city of Bianliang seemed somewhat depressed, not even as prosperous as a provincial capital.

At his current level, with the power of his mind and the cover of his spiritual consciousness, he doesn't even need to deliberately avoid these imperial guards.

As a grandmaster, he could walk past others without them noticing.

"Oh wow, isn't this the new Shaolin Temple abbot, Xuanji? He's actually standing guard at the Imperial Palace?"

In front of a palace gate, Jiang Weichen stopped and looked at the big bald man in front of him.

"Grandmaster Xuan Ji is guarding the gate of the imperial palace. Murong Longcheng is quite high-class."