Super God: I, who cultivates immortality every day, join the chat group

Chapter 479: Bai Suzhen, the First Female Hero of Qingqing Grassland

In the world of martial arts, Kaifeng Prefecture in the Northern Song Dynasty was also known as Dongjing City.

"I'm so envious. I wonder when I can find my soulmate. No, I'm still so young. I should focus on cultivation."

The capital city was bustling with people, prosperous to the eyes, with an endless stream of people. There were peddlers everywhere selling goods, and many crowded restaurants with people shouting back and forth.

Although the Song Dynasty was not very powerful in terms of military strength and emphasized culture over military power, it was very prosperous in business and was well-known throughout the nine provinces.

After Huang Rong lost Guo Jing, she came here to travel, wearing a green and yellow skirt, jumping around with a candied haws in her hand, full of youthful vitality.

When I looked at the messages in the group, I saw the group owner and Sister Xu Luxueqi together, like a couple from heaven. I was really envious.

But no matter how envious she is, she is still young and should not focus on her children's love affairs.

Huang Rong comforted herself in this way and walked into a restaurant and ordered a table full of dishes.

In response to Huang Rong's arrogance, the waiter smiled happily after seeing a glittering gold ingot, and he was sure to make Huang Rong feel at home.

The reason why Huang Rong ordered such a large table of dishes was because she had a friend coming over.

After waiting for about half an hour, the food and wine were almost all served. A middle-aged man in a Confucian robe and holding a sword walked in at the entrance of the restaurant.

He is dressed like a middle-aged scholar, and although he looks old, one can tell that he must have been a handsome young man when he was young.

"Old Yue, here!" Huang Rong waved her hand, looking excited and happy.

The visitor was none other than Yue Buqun, the leader of the Huashan Sect who was in the Ming Dynasty. Ever since the leader of the sect used his great power to merge the worlds of several members with the world of Huang Rong, everyone had become neighbors. Although they were in different dynasties in Kyushu, it would not take much time for them to get together.

You can also use the chat group function to reach your destination more quickly.

In order to save some points, Yue Buqun left Huashan Sect and headed for the Song Dynasty a month ago.

"Miss Rong, I'm honored." Yue Buqun couldn't help himself and bowed with his fists clasped, acting quite gentlemanly.

"Master Yue, you won't blame me for calling you Old Yue, right?" Huang Rong said.

“Of course not. After all, Miss Rong is also my predecessor, both in the chat group and in history.” Yue Buqun smiled warmly.

In the chat group, Huang Rong was an old member, having joined before him, and had been practicing Taoism for a long time. She was probably already at the pinnacle of the land of Kyushu.

In terms of historical background, he was the leader of the Huashan Sect in the Ming Dynasty timeline, while Huang Rong was a female hero of the Southern Song Dynasty who was praised by people and was much older than him.

The call of "Old Yue" not only did not hurt, on the contrary it brought the two closer together.

"Please sit down quickly and order a table full of delicious dishes. Old Yue, you must be tired from the long journey." Huang Rong said.

"You are indeed a little tired, but it's no big deal, Miss Rong." Yue Buqun said with a smile.

"The Bad Commander didn't come?" Huang Rong asked.

"The Bad Leader can't leave. I heard that the emperor Li Xingyun, whom he personally trained, is going to compete for the world." Yue Buqun said.

"The Bad Commander was born to be a hard worker. The world will eventually unite after a long period of division, and will eventually divide after a long period of unity. Alas." Huang Rong said.

Yue Buqun sighed softly: "As the saying goes, a man will die for his confidant, and a woman will dress up for the man she pleases. The Marshal has been entrusted with the care of the emperor, so he will naturally devote himself to the cause until his death. I just hope that this time the Marshal can fulfill his long-cherished wish."

"That's right. If I fail again after this kind of start, it would be a shame to have gained so many opportunities by joining the chat group." Huang Rong said.

"This matter does not lie with the Marshal, but with Li Xingyun. If he still has no ambition to dominate the world, nothing can be said for sure.

But speaking of it, Tokyo is really fascinating, much more lively than our Ming Dynasty's Jinling City. I met wealthy businessmen from all over Kyushu on my way here." Yue Buqun said.

"Oh, yes. It's a pity that the emperor is not good enough. He has internal and external troubles. He looks gorgeous on the outside but is rotten on the inside." Huang Rong said.

"With Miss Rong's strength, why don't you join the court and change the fate of the Song Dynasty with your own strength. After the fusion of the Nine Provinces, the Song Dynasty is in a very awkward position. It is a plain with no natural defenses, which makes it easy to attack but difficult to defend.

Take the nearest small country, Liyang, for example. Its area is less than half that of the Song Dynasty, but it seems to be on the rise, and it may attack the Song Dynasty in the future." Yue Buqun said.

Recently, he has integrated his memories and learned a lot about the situation in Kyushu. The Ming Dynasty is not bad. Although it is a little poor, it is strong. When facing foreign enemies, they always strike hard. No one dares to start a war.

"Old Yue, it seems that you are very familiar with the general situation of the country and have some ideas." Huang Rong asked, quite curious.

"Ahem, no. I'm just a martial artist, how can I have any ideas?" Yue Buqun said modestly.

"What about your Ming Dynasty? What changes have taken place after the fusion of the worlds?" Huang Rong asked.

"Yes, there is. The current emperor is not the same as the one in my timeline, but the Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang. I don't know much about this emperor. I only know that he is the founder of the Ming Dynasty. In history, he was an iron-blooded emperor who killed countless people and made people tremble with fear. In addition, the East Factory and the Embroidered Uniform Guard played a major role in his hands.

In the martial arts world, apart from the Five Mountains Sword Sect, Shaolin no longer closes its gates, Wudang is also favored by the imperial court, and of course there are the Demon Sect, the Sun and Moon Sect, and the Dragon Guarding Villa... In short, it is much bigger than before, and there are more masters." Yue Buqun narrated slowly.

"Wudang? Don't tell me that the head of Wudang is still Zhang Sanfeng?" Huang Rong said.

"Uh...it's true." Yue Buqun replied, but this Zhang Sanfeng was not the one in the group.

"It's really messy." Huang Rong was powerless to complain.

But when I think about the fact that Guo Jing and Qiao Feng from different dynasties have already become sworn brothers, I feel relieved.

This is how the world is integrated, and history is a mess that cannot be explained.

"Haha, this is more interesting." Yue Buqun laughed.

In his previous timeline, the entire martial arts world cut themselves off because of the Sword Manual of Exorcism, and became sisters. The yin energy was too heavy.

Now that Jiuzhou has merged, the previous incident of the Sword Manual of Exorcism has been covered up, and those martial artists who had been cut off have returned to their original state. However, they will probably still have nightmares in the middle of the night, in which they cut off themselves in their dreams.

"Is there anything else interesting?" Huang Rong continued to ask.

"Interesting thing? There is one, that is, the imperial court has been suppressing the Demon Cult, and the Demon Cult leader Zhang Wuji has been fighting against the imperial court.

It stands to reason that a demon cult could not go against the imperial court, but Zhang Wuji's extraordinary skills made the imperial court extremely wary.

It is said that Zhu Yuanzhang had seized this world from Zhang Wuji." Yue Buqun looked mysterious.

"??? Old Yue, isn't Zhang Wuji the disciple of Zhang Sanfeng? This plot doesn't make sense?" Huang Rong said.

Yue Buqun nodded and said: "This Zhang Wuji is not the Mingjiao Zhang Wuji we know. It is rumored that this demon cult leader is Han Liner, a descendant of the White Lotus leader who resisted the Northern Yuan Dynasty. These people are of royal blood. It's just that during the struggle for hegemony, they suffered a heavy blow. Emperor Hongwu came from behind and needed the name of orthodoxy, so he placed Han Liner under house arrest. When he ascended the throne, Han Liner mysteriously disappeared. It is rumored that he was secretly killed by Emperor Hongwu.

The current Zhang Wuji is an alias, and he has used his influence to gather his old followers, become the leader of the Demon Cult, and learned a set of peerless magic skills that no one knows where he got from. "

"I feel a little dizzy..." Huang Rong was stunned and quickly ate two pieces of beef slices to calm down.

"But this is the court's business, and has nothing to do with us. I am a very honest person, and I will not get involved in these grudges." Yue Buqun said, taking a sip of wine, feeling happy. Yue Buqun noticed that two ragged people at a table not far away seemed to be staring at them.

One of them was about the same age as him, maybe a little older, with a mean appearance, a mouthful of yellow teeth, and a filthy air, like an old dog struggling to survive.

Although he had concealed his inner strength, Yue Buqun could see his strength at a glance. He was a martial arts master who had reached the first level. Moreover, he had thick calluses on his finger bones, so he should be a warrior who used a sword or a knife.

The other is a young man. Although he is also sloppy overall, his facial features are sharp. If he were to dress up, he would be a handsome young man.

"Miss Rong, you know them." Yue Buqun looked at the two people and said,
"I don't know him, what's wrong?" Huang Rong said.

"They seem to be staring at us all the time?" Yue Buqun said.

Hearing this, Huang Rong looked back and indeed saw those two strange beggar-like men, and no one knew how they got into the restaurant.

So she listened to what they were saying.

"Old Huang, Old Huang, that girl has a really thin waist, and her skin is white, and her figure is very good." The beggar young man was cracking peanuts with a lewd look on his face and a gleam in his eyes.

"Master, keep your voice down and keep a low profile when you are outside. Don't you remember that half a year ago, you went to a brothel and got beaten up for not paying?" said the old servant, staring around with shifty eyes, very alert.

The old servant's name was Lao Huang. He was a groom at the Beiliang Palace and also a master swordsman.

Because his family was dissatisfied with the marriage with the royal family, his young master traveled outside for three years, faded out of the royal sight, hid his incompetence, and pretended to be a pig.

But young people are always unruly by nature, so they cause trouble from time to time.

Beiliang was adjacent to the Song Dynasty, and they traveled all the way here and arrived at the prosperous city of Tokyo.

"It's not a big deal. Can't you just take a look? It won't lose anything." said the beggar boy.

"Master, you were just looking at me, and you're just short of digging out my eyeballs and hanging them on someone else." The old servant said unhappily.

"Old Huang, what are you saying? If you have the guts, don't look at it. It's not like you haven't peeked at a widow bathing before, and you still have the nerve to criticize me, haha."

"Wow, this back view is really exquisite. I haven't seen such an exquisite one in a long time." The beggar boy commented in a self-indulgent manner.

But Huang Rong couldn't help it. All she heard were dirty words. She didn't expect that this beggar would be so bold as to take advantage of him.

Yue Buqun looked embarrassed. He had just used his inner strength to attach his ears to listen and couldn't help but shake his head!
Now, these two people are probably in trouble.

Although Miss Rong is young, she is very serious and does not hold back when she strikes.

As the daughter of East Evil, she always does what she wants and doesn't care about worldly opinions at all.

Huang Rong stood up and walked directly to the beggar boy's table with a threatening look on her face.

"Little beauty, is there anything I can help you with?" the beggar boy asked with a smile.

Old Huang was very serious, because he could not sense Huang Rong's aura and could not tell her realm. Huang Rong was obviously not an ordinary person. This was so abnormal, which was worth pondering. It was possible that her skills were far above his.

"What's the matter? You bastard, you speak dirty words, you deserve to die!" Huang Rong's face was murderous.

Just a slight breath, and Old Huang was so scared that he fell to the ground, just like when he faced Emperor Wu in Emperor Wu City. He had no power to resist and could only run away!

He knew that this time the young master had offended a master, and if he didn't handle it properly, he would die.

This is not Beiliang, nor is it in Liyang!
Who is the beggar? Although he looks like a beggar, he is not a beggar. He is the heir of the King of Beiliang. He has never been scolded like this before. His face changed immediately and he asked:
"Girl, did I piss you off?"

"What did you just say? Did you really think I couldn't hear you?" Huang Rong said.

The beggar was stunned for a moment, then immediately said:
"That's it?"

"Is there anything else you need? Don't you know that a girl's reputation is the most important?" Huang Rong said.

"Haha, girl, I'm just purely appreciating. Others want me to comment, but I'm not happy about it. You should feel honored." The beggar young man said arrogantly.

"Very good!"

"Then go to hell!"

Huang Rong glared at the beggar, and although she did not take any action, her gaze turned into a ray of divine light and penetrated into the beggar's body.

Pfft!

The beggar youth was struck by lightning, his internal organs ruptured, blood vomited from his mouth, his mind was traumatized, and his whole body fell limply, with a foolish smile on his face, and his vitality was greatly reduced.

"Master, Master."

Old Huang supported the young beggar, looked at Huang Rong in front of him, and said sadly:
"Senior, why are you so harsh? Young Master has no intention of offending me, please spare his life."

"I am kind-hearted and did not kill him, but you should just be a fool from now on," said Huang Rong.

"And you should be thankful that I didn't kill you."

Huang Rong looked at Old Huang. She took action because of the beggar's rude words and smooth talk.

"Girl, do you know who he is? If his father knew that his son has become a fool, more than one person will die." Old Huang spoke with difficulty, hoping that Huang Rong could save his young master.

"I don't care who he is. If he makes me unhappy, I will kill him even if he is an official." Huang Rong said.

“……”Old Huang’s face turned pale, as if his mother had died.

Isn’t this a monster?
I was going to have a great time traveling, but I never expected to meet an old monster in the last six months!

One look can make a person a fool. Old Huang didn't dare to resist at all. If he died too, who would send the young master to Beiliang or collect his body?
"Can you please leave your name, young lady?" said Lao Huang.

"I will always keep my name and surname, Bai Suzhen, the number one female hero on the Green Grassland." Huang Rong said loudly.

"Green grassland? Bai Suzhen?" Old Huang looked confused.

Not only Lao Huang was confused, but Yue Buqun behind him was also confused!
Miss Rong, are you serious?

"Let's go, Lao Yue, let's go find the Bad Leader."

This was just a minor episode, and Huang Rong didn't bother to care about the life or death of this young beggar.

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(End of this chapter)