"Why is he here?"
Although he didn't show any expression on his face, Zhang Mingtu's heart instantly tensed up.
Thoughts in my mind flashed by like lightning.
Blood Knife Hongji died at his hands not long after, and was considered his defeated opponent.
But Zhang Mingtu did not dare to underestimate this defeated general at all.
After all, Blood Knife Hongji was seriously injured after killing two masters, and was killed by Zhang Mingtu in a sneak attack. Even so, Zhang Mingtu lost an arm.
Moreover, before Zhang Mingtu killed him, he killed two of the three masters who besieged him, which frightened a martial arts master.
Although Zhang Mingtu was not ashamed of Gan Tiehua's cowardice, he had to admit that Blood Knife Hongji was powerful.
"In fact, it makes perfect sense for him to appear here. It's obvious that Blood Blade Hongji has connections with the people of the Kingdom of the Rising Sun.
“The people from the Rising Sun Country are now interested in both Yaodu and Bashan. After the deaths of so many demons, they won’t just send people at the True Essence Realm to investigate.
"Sending a Grandmaster here is quite reasonable, but this is too much of a coincidence."
Zhang Mingtu secretly cursed his bad luck in his heart, but he did not show it on his face.
"I just didn't expect to see such a figure on the river."
Hearing this, Rui Hai on the opposite side nodded and glanced sideways at the tall middle-aged man standing on the boat next door.
"Yes, I don't know which family this person belongs to, but his posture and demeanor are indeed extraordinary."
Amid the exclamations, the middle-aged man on the boat dozens of meters away noticed something and glanced over. Seeing the two people sitting on the deck and playing chess with each other, he nodded slightly and smiled.
Ruihai smiled back, and Zhang Mingtu did the same without changing his expression.
Hong Ji withdrew his gaze. He had no impression of the two people on the bow of the deck, but he did look sideways at the thin middle-aged man sitting on the deck.
He could sense the vigorous literary aura from the middle-aged man.
Heaven and earth have righteous energy, which is mixed and flowing;
Below are the rivers and mountains, above are the sun and stars.
It was a vigorous, majestic, and extremely masculine power. He even felt a faint tremor in his heart as he stared at that person.
"There really is such a power in the world."
After the death of one of the legendary saints of literature and Taoism, the great righteousness was not lost, but the number of people who possessed it in each generation was extremely small.
Everyone who possesses a great and righteous spirit is a top scholar, but no one can compare to the saint who created the great and righteous spirit.
The reason for this is that the righteous spirit is too masculine, truly the most rigid and masculine, and does not tolerate the slightest distraction.
The literary spirit created by the first generation of sages of literature and Taoism is possessed by many people in the world, and there are countless top-notch masters. However, there are very few people who can inherit the righteous spirit created by the successive sages, as the threshold is too high.
Even if there are successors, it is difficult for them to truly make it to the end, because their righteous spirit is too upright and inflexible, and it is difficult for later generations to match them.
"I never thought I could see such a righteous person here."
Hong Ji sighed in his heart, but did not think too deeply about it.
Such a person, once he becomes a master, will have great restraint for a person like him who has a dark side in his heart. If there really is a person who is like a saint in the past and has cultivated that great righteous spirit, he can be killed suddenly with a loud shout.
But when he saw this natural nemesis, he had no intention of taking action.
There are many people who possess the seeds of righteousness, but no one has yet been seen whose seeds have truly taken root and grown into towering trees.
It is possible to be strong, but it is difficult to reach the top. This path has been proven to be basically unworkable.
As for Zhang Mingtu who was standing opposite Ruihai, Hong Ji just glanced at him and stopped paying attention to him. He was not very old, probably under 20 years old, but he had already cultivated a bit of true energy, which was considered extraordinary.
But any slightly outstanding person in each state can basically reach this level, so it's nothing.
Thinking of the young hero, Hong Ji couldn't help but narrow his eyes, revealing a hint of murderous intent.
"Bashan, which aristocratic family or sect are you the heir of?"
He had already looked at it in Yaodu, and the traces there had basically been wiped out. Through the information reported by relevant people, he learned that the young boy Yu Jiangshang had killed thirteen demons in succession, some of whom were at the Zhenyuan realm.
His body is strong, his true energy is rich, and he even has a special protector to protect him.
This made the murderous intent in his heart surge uncontrollably.
He didn't think about the time when the villa tried its best to train him, but he only reached the peak of the Qi realm when he was twenty years old.
Later, after going through extreme hardships, relying on his talent and the support of No. 3 Middle School, he reached the peak of the True Essence Realm at the age of 28 and was known as the most talented person in the villa in a hundred years.
But he got stuck here and couldn't move forward.
The family-inherited method can only support him to the peak of the True Essence Realm. If he wants to break through to the Grandmaster level, he must choose a sect or aristocratic family to affiliate with and obtain its corresponding inheritance.
Abolish the original practice and start over.
In fact, it didn't have to come to this. As he traveled around the world, his talent and ability gradually became apparent, and many sects and families extended olive branches to him.
If you change your practice in the early stages, you don't need to give up your practice and start over again. It will be relatively gentle.
But he didn't want to. The family had spent all their efforts to cultivate him, but he turned around and went somewhere else. Where would the family be left?
At the same time, he did not think that he was lacking in talent and ability, as he had defeated figures from the aristocratic families of the same period.
Then came more than ten years of wasted time, and...
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