Chapter 178: The beggar is disheveled, Guanyin has long hair, they rush in and storm the royal court
Chapter 178: The beggar is disheveled, Guanyin has long hair, they rush in and storm the royal court
"Monk, aren't you afraid I'll kill you if you keep following me like this?"
Duan Yanqing stopped and glared fiercely at Master Yideng who was following behind.
Master Yideng had a solemn appearance, but in his heart he was cursing the heavens. He respectfully bowed and said, "Duan Zhixing greets his great-grandfather."
These words struck Duan Yanqing like a bolt from the blue, leaving him stunned on the spot.
He stared at Master Yideng in disbelief: "What did you say?"
Master Yideng clasped his hands together and lowered his head, saying, "Greetings, Great-Grandfather."
Great-grandfather?
Do I have a great-grandson?
If I have a great-grandson, then I must have a son!
How could I possibly have a son?
However, given this person's cultivation level and mastery of the One-Finger Divine Skill, he is definitely capable of fighting me. There is no need for him to lower himself to such an extent to deceive me.
Duan Yanqing raised his cane and pointed it at Master Yideng, his whole body trembling slightly: "What, what are you talking about? Explain yourself."
The Duan family's affairs were not as widely known as those of Yang Guo and Guo Jing; they were family secrets. Therefore, even though Duan Yanqing had collected information about the Dali Duan family, he still did not know the truth of the matter.
Master Yideng let out a long sigh: "Outside Tianlong Temple, under the Bodhi tree, there is a disheveled beggar and Guanyin with long hair."
Duan Yanqing trembled even more violently. If Yideng were to make a move now, he could probably take him down in one strike.
He trembled for a long time before looking at Yideng, his eyes filled with a mixture of expectation and fear: "Who is Guanyin? My son, and who is my son...?"
When it came to these matters, Master Yideng couldn't help but sigh: "You've already met your grandfather."
Duan Yanqing took two steps back, his cane fell out of his hand, and he fell to the ground.
Duan Yu?
Duan Yu?!
That silly boy is actually my son?
How is this possible? How is this possible?
Yes, yes, if you look closely, his lips and eyebrows actually look a lot like mine when I was young!
Oh, that Guanyin, could it be... could it be...?
Without Yideng saying anything, he already knew who that Guanyin was.
Tears suddenly welled up in his eyes, then he burst into laughter, laughing and crying at the same time, his expression almost manic.
Then he suddenly regained his composure, picked up his cane and tucked it under his arm, staring intently at Yideng: "I can't tell Yu'er, and I can't let the world know that his biological father is this kind of person."
If the world knew that Duan Yu's father was the leader of the Four Evils, his reputation would be ruined.
Duan Yanqing now longs to see Dao Baifeng, he really, really wants to, but he feels ashamed of himself, not to mention how Yu'er behaves after he sees her.
No, we can't go! We can't go!
Master Yideng clasped his hands together and said, "Grandson understands."
Duan Yanqing continued, "Tomorrow I will challenge the Dali Duan family, send Yu'er to the stage, and let me die at their hands."
"Let the Duan family of Dali once again display their might in the martial arts world."
Master Yideng was shocked. Even decades of Buddhist practice couldn't keep up. What kind of brain circuit is this?
He quickly shook his head: "No! Absolutely not, this is absolutely not allowed."
Ha ha ha ha...
Duan Yanqing's slit throat emitted a strange, ghostly sound.
"Great-grandson, you should know that I should have died when we were defeated back then."
"I've lived like a ghost until now, not quite human, just to reclaim the throne and take revenge on the Duan brothers, Duan Zhengming and Duan Zhengchun."
"Now, I have no intention of living on."
They saw Duan Yanqing fly away.
Yideng felt a chill run down his spine!
孽 孽!
How could I stand by and watch this happen?!
Even if a monk is detached from worldly desires, he should at least be a human being first and foremost.
……
Li family.
Huang Rong played the jade flute, Lianxing gently plucked the strings with her fair hands, Li Ping hummed "May we all live long and share the beauty of the moon, though separated by a thousand miles," and Su Ying waved her sleeves and danced in response.
As for Yaoyue, she just watched quietly.
After all, this person has put all their talent into martial arts; they can't play any musical instruments and are tone-deaf when it comes to singing.
The family was enjoying a happy time together.
Just then, the sound of wind breaking rang out, and a beautiful woman in palace attire descended from the sky. Seeing this scene, she said with some envy, "You all are really enjoying yourselves."
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Li Ping said helplessly, "Miss Zhao, don't you people know how to knock? Is the door just for decoration?"
Zhao Shirong smiled slightly: "I apologize for disturbing your enjoyment, but the matter is urgent. I hope Brother Li will forgive me!"
Then, a piece of white paper flew out of his hand and landed in Li Ping's hand. It contained the names of the tribute missions.
"The Tatars are here? Kumārajīva, Yang Kang, Duan Yanqing, Murong Fu... What a bunch of freaks!"
"But that makes sense. No matter how lawless and tyrannical people in the martial arts world are, they generally wouldn't become traitors."
"So Kumārajīva didn't make a single move the whole way?"
Zhao Shirong's expression was somewhat solemn: "His only recorded instance of fighting was when he was vying with the Golden Wheel Monk for the position of Imperial Preceptor, and the Golden Wheel Monk was defeated in a single move."
"No one could tell what kind of martial art he used, nor did anyone know what his supernatural power was!"
Li Ping also knew about this. He pointed to Yang Kang's name and asked, "Yang Kang, who is this guy? How did he become the deputy envoy of the mission?"
Zhao Shirong knew the information about these people by heart: "They have never shown their martial arts skills, but judging from their movements, they are also great masters."
Li Ping scratched his chin: "Then it's probably not the one I know. It's not a big problem, don't worry about it."
At this moment, Zhao Shirong smiled and said, "His Majesty knew I was coming, so he asked me to give you a message. He said the Tatars have been dealt with and are no longer a concern."
"So, when the time comes, just go all out."
Li Ping was taken aback: "Resolved?"
Zhao Shirong sighed, "Your Majesty's military strategy is divine, but I cannot say so."
If Emperor Zhao of that time had even a fraction of the power of this emperor, there would have been no Jingkang Incident!
Li Ping was utterly astonished: "Is it that amazing?"
Although Zhu Houzhao was also a skilled military strategist, the fact that he could defeat the Tatars so quietly was still beyond his expectations.
He then threw the list in his hand aside: "What's the point of a martial arts competition then? Just gather the archers, the Divine Machine Battalion, and a few cannons, and blast them to smithereens."
Zhao Shirong sighed, "Brother Li also knows what has happened in this world, so His Majesty hopes that you can achieve a great victory over that Great Wheel King to restore the prestige of the nation and boost the morale of its people!"
Li Ping curled his lip: "That guy, he just wants to see me fight, right? Fine..."
Killing more people will yield more Creation Essence. Killing Kumārajīva will at least get you a Time Crystal Sand, so it's not a bad deal.
However, Kumārajīva was quite capable to defeat the Golden Wheel Monk's Dragon Elephant Divine Power in one move.
We must not be too careless.
After Zhao Shirong left, Su Ying was extremely surprised: "Did you really defeat the Tatars? Or are you just bragging?"
Li Ping shook his head: "While this emperor is absurd, it's unlikely he would go to such lengths!"
"That Zhengde Emperor was truly remarkable. How exactly did he manage to do it?"
"We haven't received a single word from them!"
Huang Rong said with a grin, "If we all knew the news, this plan definitely wouldn't work out!"
"Haven't you noticed that there seem to be far fewer skilled martial artists in the capital lately?"
Inviting the Moon was taken aback: "That's true, but can we really rely on martial arts masters to assassinate him? You said it would be difficult to assassinate Li Ping..."
Huang Rong tapped her chin with her finger and looked up at the sky: "Of course not! Throughout history, the best way to truly defeat the nomadic tribes of the northern grasslands has always been through decapitation strikes."
"Whether it was Huo Qubing or Li Jing, they both made a long-distance raid, heading straight for the royal court."
"I suspect that His Majesty's recent pronouncements about recruiting remnants of the Western Regions and the increased military buildup on the border are merely a deceptive facade!"
"He used the Stone Wall Martial Arts to make martial arts masters serve the court, and then sent a small number of elite cavalry to storm the royal court, imitating the Champion Marquis and Li Weigong of that year, to have these martial arts masters infiltrate and assassinate, or lead the charge."
"The Tatars have sent so many experts; their royal court may not have many left. It's quite possible we could take down the Tatar royal court in one battle!"
"We really underestimated His Majesty..."
"Nomadic peoples of the grasslands have no fixed abode, so it is already very difficult to find their royal court. To have to lead troops on a raid thousands of miles away is something that even the best generals cannot do."
"Martial arts masters are even more unruly, and getting them to obey orders is as difficult as ascending to heaven. Brother Li is still in the capital; who exactly can subdue this group of unruly martial arts figures?"
"Who in the current imperial court could pull off such a long-distance raid?"
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