Traveling through various miniature worlds with a small restaurant

Lin Xiaoqian and Jiang Shuang stared intently at the two people standing apart in front of them.

The Taoist priest Cangsong was dressed in a gray Taoist robe, his hair was tied up in a high bun, his eyes were bright and piercing, and he exuded an aura of majesty.

Ye Qingfeng, the leader of the Blackwood Hall, was dressed in black, with a cold and stern face and a fierce look in his eyes.

Master Cangsong was the first to stand up, gather his energy in his hands, and shouted, "Today I'll let you witness my Mountain-Shaking Palm!" With that, he thrust his palms forward, and a powerful stream of air accompanied by the palm wind howled out.

Ye Qingfeng was not to be outdone. He flashed forward, drew his sword from his waist, and began to wield it. The sword flowers flew, forming an impenetrable sword curtain, attempting to block the palm force of Daoist Cangsong.

The palm strike collided with the sword curtain, producing a loud bang. Dust billowed around them, and the wind from the palm strike and the sword energy flew everywhere. The roadside stalls were all overturned.

The onlookers gasped in surprise, some even taking a few steps back for fear of being caught in the crossfire. Jiang Shuang quickly pulled Lin Xiaoqian aside.

The two exchanged blows, their palm strikes and sword energy creating booming sounds, making it difficult to determine a winner for the time being.

This is much better than watching it in the movie theater; it's an immersive experience.

Lin Xiaoqian wished she could take out some melon seeds and popcorn and eat them while watching.

Just as the fight was getting intense, two large iron hammers suddenly appeared and smashed towards Cangsong Daoren and Ye Qingfeng respectively.

The two men glanced warily, then used their inner energy to retreat, dodging the giant iron hammer. The hammer slammed heavily into the ground, instantly creating two large craters.

The onlookers looked in the direction from which the giant hammer had come and shouted, "It's the Wind and Thunder Twin Hammers! It's Sikong Zhenyue!"

Lin Xiaoqian looked in the direction from which the double hammers had come. He saw that the man was tall with a full beard, bright and piercing eyes, and was dressed in a dark blue outfit with a complex bronze plaque hanging from his waist.

Ye Qingfeng narrowed his eyes and pointed his sword at Sikong Zhenyue: "Who do we have here? It turns out to be a lackey of the imperial court."

With his hands behind his back, Daoist Cangsong said to Sikong Zhenyue, "This is a personal feud between Ye Qingfeng and me, and has nothing to do with the Siwei Bureau."

Sikong Zhenyue strode forward, picked up two large iron hammers, and tucked them behind his waist.

His tone was relatively calm: "Private duels are forbidden among martial artists in the capital. If you two wish to fight, you should do so outside the city."

Lin Xiaoqian overheard the whispers of the onlookers around her and learned that Sikong Zhenyue was a member of the Imperial Guard, an official department of the imperial court.

In order to control those who wielded martial arts, the imperial court established the Guard Bureau to recruit martial arts practitioners.

People in the martial arts world yearn for freedom and admire the joy of revenge. They have the utmost contempt for those martial arts practitioners who have submitted to the imperial court.

Not only did they hurl insults at you behind your back, but they also constantly mocked you to your face.

At this moment, Ye Qingfeng snorted coldly: "Hmph, don't try to intimidate me with the imperial court. Mind your own business! I'm going to fight this battle today."

Although the Taoist Cangsong did not speak, he remained unmoved, silently agreeing with Ye Qingfeng's words.

Sikong Zhenyue wasn't angry at all, and said to the two of them, "Then I won't stand on ceremony."

With a clap of his hands, two rows of armored men carrying arrows suddenly appeared on both sides of the street.

Someone in the crowd shouted, "It's the Windbreaker Feather Guard from the Imperial Guard!"

Just as Lin Xiaoqian was wondering who these Broken Wind Feather Guards were, someone in the crowd explained.

"These Windbreaker Guards are all master archers, renowned for their incredible arrow speed. The term 'Windbreaker' describes the speed of their arrows, as if they could break through the resistance of the wind. In all martial arts, speed is the only thing that cannot be broken. No matter how profound one's internal strength is, one cannot dodge them in time."

Ye Qingfeng and Cangsong Daoren were naturally aware of the reputation of the Pofeng Feather Guards, and their expressions changed upon seeing this.

"Despicable!" Ye Qingfeng cursed. "Sikong Zhenyue, after becoming a lackey of the imperial court, you've lost all sense of chivalry. What kind of hero bullies the weak with numbers!"

Sikong Zhenyue nodded casually, then picked at his ear with his little finger: "Hmm, you're right."

Then he asked, "So are you still going to fight? If you do, I'll order you all shot."

He didn't say the last sentence aloud, but everyone knew what he meant.

Ye Qingfeng's face turned red with anger: "You!"

Although Daoist Cangsong disapproved of Sikong Zhenyue's actions, he did not want to oppose the imperial court, so he turned around and left the place.

Ye Qingfeng glanced at the departing Cangsong Daoist and muttered under his breath, "Cowardly as a mouse, hypocritical villain!"

He sheathed his sword and walked in the opposite direction from the Taoist Cangsong.

Seeing that the two parties involved had left, Sikong Zhenyue waved his hand at the Pofeng Feather Guards: "Brothers, retreat!"

The Windbreaker Feather Guards vanished from the street like the wind.

Sikong Zhenyue also used his lightness skill to disappear from everyone's sight.

Seeing that there was no excitement to be had, the crowd dispersed.

Lin Xiaoqian and Jiang Shuang returned to the shop and sat down, extremely excited.

Jiang Shuang's eyes lit up, and she said to Lin Xiaoqian, "We must bring the martial arts manual back!"

Lin Xiaoqian raised both hands and feet in agreement.

"But what can we use to exchange for it?" Lin Xiaoqian asked, somewhat worried.

She didn't expect her braised pork trotter rice to be exchanged for a martial arts manual. Even if the pork trotter rice was delicious, martial arts practitioners weren't fools.

Jiang Shuang smiled and touched the spatial ring on her hand. She had had an idea in her mind when she saw the Windbreaker Feather Guard.

While the onlookers were watching, Lin Xiaoqian translated everything they said to her, and she remembered every single word they said.

Someone is right: in the world of martial arts, speed is the only thing that cannot be broken.

When it comes to speed, what can be faster than a gun!

Moreover, she had already figured out some things from the farce that had just happened.

This world has both martial arts circles and imperial courts.

Martial arts practitioners are highly skilled, and there are many different schools and sects.

The imperial court could not allow this force to threaten the safety of the dynasty, so it established the Guard Bureau to recruit martial arts figures for its own use.

After all, not everyone is willing to live a life of constant danger, so naturally some martial arts practitioners come to seek refuge with them, but such behavior is despised by other martial arts practitioners.

Although the imperial court seems to be in a stronger position at present, martial arts practitioners are used to living a life of chivalry and revenge, and it will not be an easy task for the imperial court to subdue them.

However, as a dynasty in the world of martial arts, it must have collected a lot of martial arts manuals.

She believed that if she were to exchange guns for martial arts manuals from the imperial court, the court would definitely be willing to make the deal.

Jiang Shuang shared her thoughts with Lin Xiaoqian.

Lin Xiaoqian was not surprised to learn that Jiang Shuang's spatial ring was full of guns and ammunition.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Sister Shuang, I think it's feasible. However, it doesn't necessarily have to be sold only to the imperial court. There are many sects in the martial arts world, and each sect has its own characteristics. Don't you, Sister Shuang, feel tempted?"

Aren't you tempted, Sister Shuang? I'm absolutely smitten!

However, the most important thing right now is to help Lin Xiaoqian complete the mission. If the mission is not completed, even if the two of them exchange a lot of martial arts manuals, they won't be able to bring them back.

Seeing that it was still early, the two quickly went into the kitchen and began preparing to make braised pork trotters rice.