Murong Hongxue, leaning on a wooden stick, limped and fell at the entrance of Chengxi Village.
The clever and brave Lin Dongdong carefully walked over with the wooden stick in her hand.
He poked his head with the stick he had just used to poke cow dung.
"Hmm, this looks familiar."
Several village children recognized Murong Hongxue.
They quickly had someone carry him back.
Li Chang'an was drinking in the village at this time, and he got Nie Feng and his two fellow disciples completely drunk.
"Hey, Brother Nie, listen to me, listen to me."
"Among the heroes of the world, each has their strengths and weaknesses. You are skilled in leg techniques, Brother Bu is skilled in palm techniques, but I wonder what your master is skilled in?"
Nie Feng slurred his words, feeling dizzy and his head was a complete mess.
"Me! My master, Xiong Ba, knows everything, he knows everything. Stop talking, stop talking. What are you good at? Tell me."
He pointed at Li Chang'an and lay on the table, grinning foolishly.
"hehe."
Li Chang'an sneered.
"I'm fucking invincible!"
"He's bragging, Senior Brother Bu, he's bragging!"
Nie Feng tried to turn his head, but fell straight to the ground with a "poof," turning into an artificial fountain.
Bu Jingyun was already barking like a dog on the ground and throwing a tantrum at the chair.
He was talking while holding the chair, but people ignored him, so he got angry and wanted to fight the chair.
Looking at the two weaklings lying on the ground, Li Chang'an shook his head.
"Alas, you two are lucky to have met me, otherwise you would have drowned in the martial world long ago."
The rice wine from this system has a high alcohol content, but it's easy to drink.
After drinking one can, I didn't feel anything.
But they couldn't resist Li Chang'an fanning them.
These ten or so jars of rice wine weigh more than twenty jin (approximately 30 kg).
After pouring it down his throat, Li Chang'an waved his fan a couple of times, and with that gentle breeze, he was guaranteed to lie there completely still.
Even Wang Zhongxian, who was at the Grandmaster level, couldn't neutralize the effects of this rice wine.
You two think you can use internal energy to counteract the effects of alcohol? You're dreaming.
He instructed Zhao Hu to carry the two of them away, and then shook his head as he looked at Su Xiao, who was talking in her sleep, in his arms.
He carried his silly apprentice back to his room.
Youchu came over with a bowl of hot water: "Drink some water to sober up."
"Leave it there, I need to think about something."
Li Chang'an sat in a chair, took out his writing implements, and began to write.
A thick stack of papers lay beside him.
Youchu held the little girl in her arms, feeling a pang of heartache as she looked at her husband.
Everyone else thought he was always smiling, but only he knew the truth.
My husband writes and draws until dawn every night before he stops to sleep.
Youchu sighed and walked out of the room.
I felt a little sad, thinking that I couldn't help my husband much.
She only knows how to do some housework and cook a little bit of food.
She touched her stomach, looking somewhat puzzled.
How come I haven't gotten pregnant after sleeping with my husband for so long?
If only I could help my husband have children to carry on the family line.
Youchu knew that Li Chang'an liked children, and she would always see him playing with Dongdong Xiaoya.
Only then did her husband lower his guard and smile happily.
Youchu suddenly smiled, remembering what her husband had said to Dongdong.
"You are all evil little monsters, and one day you will be killed by me, the righteous Ultraman."
Although I don't understand what it means, my husband looks like a little child.
Such a big man, yet he still has such a childish side.
After Youchu left the room, Li Chang'an closed his eyes and wrote down everything that had been said at the dinner table and all the information he had obtained.
From Bu Jingyun's words, Li Chang'an learned that the most famous forces in the martial arts world of the Ming Dynasty were divided into one sword, two sects, three religions, four factions, five gangs, and six associations.
Hidden Sword Manor is the leader.
Below are the Buddhist and Taoist sects.
The Three Teachings refer to the three major evil sects.
The Ming Cult, the Divine Dragon Cult, and the Sun Moon Cult.
The Huashan Sect, Emei Sect, Ancient Tomb Sect, and Xiaoyao Sect are collectively known as the Four Great Sects.
The five gangs are the Beggars' Gang, the Salt Gang, the Boat Gang, the Hong Gang, and the East Star Gang.
The final six gatherings consisted of some newly emerging sects that were also joined by people from the martial arts world.
The Heaven and Earth Society, the Red Flower Society, the White Lotus Sect, the Dragon Gate Escort Agency, the Wo Luen Shing, and the Golden Wind and Drizzle Pavilion.
These six sects are not as well-established as the previous ones, but they are still considered powerful forces in their own right.
Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng were the hall masters of the Heaven and Earth Society.
His strength is comparable to that of Meng He, a Grandmaster.
Their master, Xiong Ba, is currently in seclusion, preparing to break through to the realm of a terrestrial immortal.
The strongest terrestrial immortal in the martial arts world is revered as a martial arts legend.
There were only four people in the entire Ming Dynasty.
They are none other than Wuming, the Sword Saint of Cangjian Manor.
Master Zhang of Wudang Mountain.
Wang Xianzhi of Wudi City.
There is also the clay bodhisattva, the tutor of the Ming emperor.
These people, although they have long since left the martial arts world.
But their legend still lives on in the martial arts world.
Everyone in the martial arts world believes that these four are the greatest masters in the world.
Everyone has their own opinion.
The disciples of Wudang Mountain all believed that their Master Zhang was invincible, with an inner strength that was unmatched even at over a hundred years old.
He is undoubtedly the number one person in the world.
Hidden Sword Manor was somewhat disdainful.
The Sword Saint, Nameless, had never practiced martial arts before the age of fifteen.
The first time he picked up a sword, it was like ten thousand swords clashing together. Then, with a single swing, he severed the river for hundreds of meters.
His self-created move, "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source," was so powerful that it was said to be earth-shattering and awe-inspiring, and no one could withstand it.
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