Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Chapter 115: The Battle between Heaven and Man (×)
It was the third day of the first lunar month of the thirty-eighth year of Yuanjing in Dafeng, less than a month away from the New Year in Dafeng.

At the beginning of the Mao hour, both sides of the Wei River were crowded with people. There were people from the martial arts world with swords and knives on their backs, common people from the capital who came out to watch the excitement, idle young men in the capital, officials who took leave to watch the battle between heaven and man, and nobles and other aristocrats.

Outside the crowd, vendors set up sheds to sell tea and breakfast, the prices of which were higher than those at the stalls in the inner city.

The expressions of the people in the underworld were full of anticipation and excitement. They had been here for nearly two months. Due to the extremely high prices in the capital and the business level of the girls in the brothels far exceeding that of other places, there was not much money left in their other wallets.

But they did not regret it at all. The battle between heaven and man occurs once every sixty years, which is much longer than the cycle of the martial arts conference which occurs every thirteen years. In a person's lifetime, they can see the martial arts conference many times, but unless something unexpected happens, they can only see the battle between heaven and man once. Therefore, there has been a saying in the martial arts world that a person must see the battle between heaven and man once in his lifetime.

"Why isn't Xu Ningyan here?"

In the royal circle, Huaiqing glanced around for a while, then looked sideways at Jiang Luzhong. The night watchman had a lot of things to be responsible for today, and both parties involved in the war were friends. It was impossible for Xu Qian'an not to be present on such an important occasion.

Jiang Luzhong shook his head and scolded with a smile, "This kid is always on duty, fishing for three days and drying his nets for two days. Most of the time, he's nowhere to be found. Who knows where he's been?"

Huaiqing nodded and stopped asking questions, but some guesses arose in his mind.

The National Master has been unable to break through to the first rank. No matter whether he wins or loses the battle between the younger generations, he will have no chance of winning against the Heavenly Lord when the first battle comes. The only way now is to delay the battle between the Heavenly Lord and the Heavenly Lord as much as possible.

But as far as she knew, Li Miaozhen had already reached the fourth rank, Chu Yuanzhen also had the combat power of the fourth rank, and Xu Qiyan had just started to refine his spirit. If Xu Qiyan was chosen to stop the battle between heaven and man, how could he contend with two fourth-rank masters at the same time?

Is it the emperor, the national teacher, or the supervisor?

A playful smile appeared on Huaiqing's lips. It seemed that there would be another good show to watch today.

At this moment, the sound of whistling wind came from overhead, and a figure flew on a sword, stopping above the Weishui River.

The man was dressed in blue and had a handsome face. He was not very old, but not young either. A wisp of white hair hanging from his forehead told of his vicissitudes of life.

"Chu Yuanzhen!"

Below, shouts of surprise rang out from the crowd.

Chu Yuanzhen, one of the protagonists of the dispute between heaven and man, came riding on a sword, which amazed the people in the capital.

Because compared to the crude warriors who can only rush at low altitude, those who fly with swords and stand in the air are all immortal figures that only exist in novels and storytellers.

Before their exclamations ended, there were two more sounds of breaking through the air, and two flying swords cut through the sky and landed steadily on the Wei River, in front of Chu Yuanzhen.

Li Miaozhen was wearing a simple Taoist robe today and an ebony Taoist hairpin to tie her hair. On the hairpin was a small, lifelike butterfly.

Russell was dressed in a black robe with golden patterns, looking handsome and dignified.

"She is the Holy Maiden of Tianzong! And the one next to her is... Young Master Luo!?" The swordsman carrying two swords said in surprise.

"What Young Master Luo? He's obviously General Luo, the third-class General Rongwei appointed by His Majesty!" a nobleman retorted.

"Whether it's Young Master Luo or General Luo, how come they are together and behave so intimately?" The swordsman was not going to waste words with the noble, because if he angered the other party, he would be the one who would suffer.

"You don't know this, right? The Holy Maiden of Tianzong is the female knight Feiyan who suddenly appeared two years ago, and the young knight Russell Luo is her deputy general. The two of them have already secretly decided to spend their lives together." The young knight from Luzhou Jiange said proudly.

"real or fake?"

Seeing the curious looks from the others around him, the young man quickly patted his chest and assured:
"Of course I do. I have a brother from Qingzhou who suddenly returned home at the beginning of the year. He said he had been in Yunzhou that year, following Lady Feiyan and Young Master Luo to fight bandits everywhere, and his cultivation had greatly improved. He was also the one who told me that Lady Feiyan was the Saintess of the Tianzong Sect, and that the story between her and Young Master Luo was a sure thing."

"Hiss... I did hear that during the turmoil in Baidi City, a divine being suppressed tens of thousands of rebels. Judging from this, it must be Young Master Luo."

The evidence that emerged one after another made the audience around them more and more convinced of the relationship between the two. After all, what people like to see and hear most is sweet love stories.

Especially the gods and fairies that they can't touch in their daily lives, the truth plus imagination, the aftertaste is endless. This is the ancient CP.

For a time, the popularity of the two people increased dramatically.

There are even storytellers who plan to compile a heart-wrenching story for them.

"Let's start." Chu Yuanzhen said.

Li Miaozhen and Russell exchanged glances, and Russell consciously moved to the shore where Master Hengyuan and Lina were.

"Let's fight with all our strength today." Li Miaozhen stared at the blue-shirted swordsman opposite him.

"Okay." Chu Yuanzhen nodded.

The duel between the Taoist leaders is their own business, and the current struggle between heaven and man is between the two of them.

Regardless of the final outcome, they will try their best to win and gain the upper hand for their respective Dao leaders.

The battle was about to begin. Li Miaozhen glanced at the long sword behind Chu Yuanzhen and gently touched her hairpin. She was confident that no matter what effect Chu Yuanzhen's sword would have, she had a way to deal with it.

"Catch the sword." Chu Yuanzhen shouted softly, pointed his fingertips at the river surface, and with the help of his Qi, there was a loud "boom" and a water column more than ten feet high exploded in the Wei River.

The water splashes did not fall, but turned into tiny swords, shooting towards Li Miaozhen like thousands of arrows.

Li Miaozhen's body exploded backwards. During this process, her pupils turned into translucent glass and her expression became extremely cold.

In an instant, all the people present felt their weapons begin to tremble, and the vibrations became more and more violent. Suddenly, they broke away from their masters' hands at the same time, soared into the sky, and rushed towards Chu Yuanzhen in groups.

The sword energy surged and the water vapor surged.

The people in the martial arts world who lost their weapons were not angry at all. Instead, they showed an expression of excitement. They were dazzled by what they saw. This kind of magical method was much more entertaining than the crude martial artists' punches and kicks.

"Young Master Luo." On the shore, Master Hengyuan's face was filled with worry. He warned Luo Su, "If Patron Chu draws his sword, you must protect Taoist Li as quickly as possible to prevent her from getting hurt."

"Master, don't worry. I've already made arrangements." Russell didn't explain too much and continued, "How is your Vajra Divine Art going?"

Seeing Luo Su's confident look, Master Hengyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He clasped his hands together and bowed gently to Luo Su, saying gratefully, "I haven't thanked you yet, Young Master Luo, but I have already mastered the basics of Vajra Divine Skills."

The Vajra Divine Art was lost by Buddhism to the Imperial Observatory, but we cannot deny it just because Russell did not understand it.

The plaque recording the Vajra Magical Power was delivered to the Imperial Observatory the day before the Buddhists left, and the director asked Yang Qianhuan to deliver it to Russell.

Russell couldn't understand it either, so he did a favor and gave them to Xu Qian'an and Master Hengyuan respectively.

Xu Qian'an's reward had already been paid, and he also owed Russell a favor. As for Master Hengyuan, Russell did not ask for any reward, because the monk was really poor and all the money he had was sent to Jishengtang to support the poor and elderly.

"Chu Yuanzhen is about to draw his sword!" At this moment, Lina suddenly shouted.

Russell and Master Hengyuan looked up quickly, and saw nine command flags circling around Li Miaozhen, with wisps of black smoke running all over the sky. From time to time, human faces appeared, roaring or wailing. Chu Yuanzhen, who was surrounded by countless ghosts, finally reached out and grasped the long sword behind him.

"Russell, what arrangement are you talking about?" Lina looked at Russell curiously.

"Isn't it here?" Russell smiled and pointed to the center of the lake. Master Hengyuan and Lina looked up, and a melodious piano sound rang out, very penetrating, echoing over the Wei River and in the fields in the dim morning light.

(End of this chapter)