Chapter 275: Borrowing a Sword! Emperor Taizu's Divine Weapon Appears (6,000 words)
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At this moment, Zhao Duan stood on the stage, his deep and steady voice amplified many times by the magic array around the stage.
Clearly sweeping across the entire square.
For a moment, Bian Ji, who was standing next to him, was stunned, and a moment of confusion appeared on his indifferent face.
And sat cross-legged in the center of the ring.
The young monk "Tianhai", who was about sixteen or seventeen years old, was wrapped in a yellow-brown monk's robe, dark shorts, and cloth shoes of the same color. His two muscular arms were placed on his knees. His eyes suddenly opened!
At this moment, a sharp cold light flashed across the eyes embedded in his ordinary face.
He stared at Zhao Duan who was challenging him to a fight, and the yellow silk ribbon above his head moved without wind.
"You? Challenge me?"
The young boy Tianhai asked coldly.
Zhao Duan smiled and said, "Yes."
beside.
Bian Ji quickly calmed down, and a smile spread across his handsome face:
"Master Zhao, please don't joke. There are rules for challenges..."
Zhao Duan looked at him and said calmly:
"I'm of the right age, and I'm not a sorcerer from the Tianshi Mansion. As for my realm, unfortunately, I just entered the Divine Chapter two days ago, so I think it's in accordance with the rules."
As he spoke, a faint halo suddenly rose up around him, enveloping his entire body, making it hazy and mysterious.
This is the method of "releasing Qi" that all warriors will master after they advance to the divine level. It is also called "body-protecting Qi".
When he fought against the rebel leader Frost Sword, the other party used this trick to block his flying knife.
Demonstrating it at this moment is undoubtedly a powerful means to prove his cultivation level.
Zhao Duan retracted his Qi, turned towards Bian Ji, and asked with a smile:
"Why, is it not possible?"
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Wow——
The conversation between the three people on the stage lasted only a few breaths, and at this time, the noise of the crowd in the square suddenly came like hot oil poured into cold water.
The onlookers could not hide their surprise.
"Zhao Duan? Is that person on the stage the legendary King Zhao in the imperial court?"
"Is it true or false? The one who was favored by the saint as rumored?"
"Isn't it said that this man is a wicked and ugly villain...how come he is so handsome?"
"Bah, people talk about moral character, and the appearance must be good, otherwise how could the saint take notice..."
The law does not hold everyone responsible.
What's more, quite a lot of people in the crowd are from other places.
Surprised, he spoke without much hesitation.
Some women, in particular, had bright eyes, staring at the image on the light screen in the air with seductive looks.
In the past six months, Zhao Duan's reputation has spread far and wide, but not many people have actually seen him.
At this moment, he actually wanted to challenge the little monk, and the commotion he caused was no less than that of Jin Jian's defeat.
As for the people in the stands who were familiar with Zhao Duan, they were even more stunned.
Not only were they shocked by Zhao Duan's challenging behavior, but they were even more surprised that "King Zhao Yan" had quietly entered the realm of Shenzhang.
"Hai Gongfu, did you know this a long time ago?"
Mo Chou was stunned and turned her head to look at the old eunuch in the python robe.
The latter said with a complicated expression:
"His breakthrough was predictable. But his rise to power was also unexpected for our family."
"Then...how confident is he?" Mo Chou asked subconsciously.
"Are you sure?" The eunuch in the dragon robe glanced at her strangely without saying anything.
On the side, Xue Shence, who was dressed in a military officer's robe, spoke in a deep voice and explained:
"Master Zhao is only a beginner. Even if the royal family's inheritance is profound, it is impossible to bridge the gap. The only thing to worry about is whether this young monk is sensible and how much he will hold back."
Is the difference so huge... Mo Chou was stunned. She didn't understand cultivation, so she subconsciously said:
"Given his scheming, he must have the confidence to go up there."
In fact, the image that Zhao Duan secretly criticized had already "penetrated deeply into the heart" of the female prime minister.
I instinctively don't believe that with Zhao Duan's intelligence, he would do something stupid like passively accepting a beating.
Ma Yan interrupted the topic, and the eunuch's expression became serious:
"Or is it to sharpen one's heart for martial arts?"
As a "fellow senior brother", he had also received instruction from Hai Gongfeng and knew deeply about Lao Hai's teaching style.
Therefore, even though the details are not clear, one can guess that the reason why Zhao Duan changed his temperament and was willing to face risks must have been influenced by Eunuch Hai.
Little did they know that Hai Gongsheng was also cursing in his heart at this moment:
"I only said that you should have the courage of a warrior and not shy away from battle. I didn't say you should seek death. When Emperor Taizu first honed his Daoist heart, he also challenged those who were slightly stronger than himself. He didn't say that you would..."
But, think positively.
Under the circumstances today, no matter what the young monk Tianhai does, it is impossible for him to cause a death.
Moreover, His Majesty and even Zhang Tianshi are also sitting not far away...nothing serious will happen...The old eunuch was relieved, hummed, and muttered:
"It's better to let this kid suffer a little. At most, he'll have to lie down for a month to learn his lesson."
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at the same time.
In a small courtyard deep in the Tianshi Mansion.
The empress and the old Taoist priest who were sitting opposite each other under the banyan tree were both stunned.
Xu Zhenguan was shocked that his loyal dog suddenly went up to the ring and sought death.
Zhang Yan was surprised that his "little friend" showed up at this moment.
Fortunately, the two top figures in the world today were attracted by Mr. Zhao and did not notice the brief surprise on each other's faces.
"That's just nonsense!"
The Queen of Dayu was not as happy as she had expected when she learned that her favorite minister had been promoted. Instead, her face darkened.
Deep in her beautiful eyes, deep worry flashed:
"It's only been a few days since the breakthrough, and you're already so ignorant of your own limitations!"
At this moment, she even had the urge to rush out and forcibly stop this farce.
Not really angry, but worried!
With her eyesight, how could she not see that Zhao Duan would only be ravaged and beaten if he faced Tian Hai?
But her sobriety as an emperor forced her to hold herself back.
She knew that if she really did this, she would become a laughing stock in the eyes of the world.
"Your Majesty, rest assured,"
The old Taoist priest was old and wise, with a steady mind. He smiled and said:
"The arena has its own rules, there's nothing wrong with it."
The implication is that with so many powerful people present, nothing will happen to anyone.
Xu Zhen realized that he had lost his composure, and quickly collected his thoughts, saying bitterly:
"I never thought there would be such a move."
Zhang Yan smiled and waved his hand, indicating that Your Majesty did not need to explain, and suddenly said with emotion:
"I think it's this young friend Zhao who also wants to restore some glory to the Xu royal family."
Xu Zhenguan was stunned and distracted.
Her phoenix eyes looked at the tall and upright figure in the water curtain, and she couldn't help but feel touched.
Thinking back to the past, I did talk to him about how the powerful royal family members in the past took over the fighting style.
So... he did this for me?
Yes, with this little thief's cunning and intelligence, and his style of asking the court for help as soon as possible whenever there is a fight, how could he not know the risks of going into the ring?
Presumably, it can be seen that from the perspective of the imperial court, it does not want the Shenlong Temple to become famous.
So, you stood up?
Taking the stage in the name of worship?
But... the little monk Tianhai's personality is such that he might not care about the face of the imperial court, so he should hold back...
"Your Majesty, just wait and see what happens." Zhang Yan said leisurely.
The old Taoist priest looked like he was watching a show, but just a moment ago, he had already activated the power of "Heaven's Way" and silently made a divination.
He was quite surprised by the result of the divination, but he did not know how to tell the empress.
Xu Zhenguan sighed lightly, calmed himself down, frowned and looked at the light curtain, thinking in his heart how to treat the patient later.
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"sure."
Bian Ji hesitated for a moment, then nodded with a smile.
The demeanor of a Buddhist monk.
He smiled and exclaimed:
"I didn't expect that Lord Zhao has already crossed this threshold in just a few months. This is a cause for celebration. According to the rules, he can indeed go on stage, but I think..."
Zhao Duan interrupted him and said calmly:
"If that's okay, let's get started."
"..." Bian Ji had no choice but to swallow the thought that was about to come out of his mouth, looked at him deeply, and nodded slightly:
"In that case, Tianhai, you will have a fight with Lord Zhao. Remember, don't get too angry, and stop when you're ready."
Bian Ji knew the little monk's character very well: he was perverse, weird, and hated evil.
It was obvious that Zhao Duan was one of the "evil guys". He was afraid that the little monk would lose his temper and beat him seriously, which would make things difficult for Shenlong Temple and the court.
Therefore, it is emphasized and implied that it is enough to defeat the person and do not hurt him if possible.
"Hmph." The young monk Tianhai stood up, not knowing whether he heard it or not, but just sneered.
Bian Ji sighed, chanted a Buddhist name, and suddenly flew away from the arena.
"Brother Zhao..." On the other side, Gongshu Tianyuan supported Jin Jian and couldn't help but speak, trying to dissuade him.
But it was too late.
Around the circular arena, the ground rumbled and the huge barrier that had been removed slowly rose again, blocking the inside and outside.
It also heralds the beginning of the challenge.
"If we really fight, I don't know who will win."
In the stands, some wives of officials were worried, "How can a man like Lord Zhao wield a spear or a club? What if he gets hurt?"
Eugene Hua didn't bother to pay attention to the strange attention paid by these women. She clutched her handkerchief tightly in her right hand and held her daughter's hand in her left hand, feeling extremely nervous.
"Why are we really going to fight? That monk is so powerful, if..."
Zhao Pan was also very panicked, but now he tried to stay calm and comfort his mother:
"It's okay, big brother is also in the Divine Chapter realm. Besides, the monk has already fought a battle, so he must not have much strength..."
A noble lady sitting at the next table had already recognized that these two were the daughters of the Zhao family and could not help but explain:
"One is just entering the divine realm, and the other is at the peak. The difference is huge. The young monk Tianhai has also taken the great elixir. Even if he is not at his peak, he is almost there."
The women of the Zhao family suddenly became even more panicked. They held onto the railings and stared at the arena, fearing that something might happen.
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On stage.
As the huge light shield fell, Zhao Duan felt that the sounds from the outside world were suddenly blocked.
At the same time, the internal voice is also greatly weakened.
In the spacious square, there were only him and the three-eyed little monk opposite him.
"Bang!"
The young monk Tianhai, who was about sixteen or seventeen years old, stood several feet away. The brass "Six Paths Stick" in his hand whistled through the wind, turned a circle in his hand nimbly, and then landed heavily on the ground.
With the hexagonal prism as the center, dust and ripples rise around it.
The autumn wind blew through the light shield, causing the monk's robe to shake like waves and the ribbon on his bald head to flutter.
"I know you,"
Tianhai's face was plain except for his slightly pointed jaw. His eyes were cold but with a hint of interest as he stared at Zhao Duan, the corners of his mouth curled up.
"I've heard a lot about you since I returned to Beijing."
Zhao Duan stood with his hands behind his back, looking calmly into the eyes of this Buddhist monster.
In a trance, I had the illusion that I was a prey, being stared at by tigers in the mountains and lions in the grasslands.
He smiled: "Really? What did they say about me?"
Tianhai showed his white teeth, and his pupils seemed to be overflowing with sharp light:
"They say you are a perpetrator of all kinds of evil and a first-rate traitor."
"Oh?" Zhao Duan looked at the little monk's head curiously:
"I also heard that you were born with a third eye called the 'Eye of Compassion' that can distinguish between good and evil. Can you see through a ribbon?
Or do you still feel too ugly and embarrassed to see people?
I just saw you fighting with Jin Jian, and I wanted to pull off my silk scarf to take a look, but I couldn't do it, so I came up here myself."
Tianhai seemed to have not expected that this court henchman surnamed Zhao was quite talkative. The boy's thin face became more and more expressionless.
"You are not worthy of my using the Eye of Compassion."
"Really? So, since you haven't seen it, you're sure I'm a traitor?"
Zhao Duan was surprised and said, "I heard that you often take action outside to convert evil people. So, the so-called conversion means killing at will. It's really strange that Buddhism can tolerate you."
"You..." Tian Hai choked, and immediately suffered a loss of speech. The young man said angrily:
"I can judge people by myself when I look at them. I don't need your teaching!"
Then, he said irritably:
"Don't waste your time talking. Take out your weapons and finish this fight."
Zhao Duan stared at the stick in his hand, shook his head and said:
"The only weapon I have is a flying knife, which is for the Mortal Realm. I thought it would not be suitable for the arena, and it cannot compare to your treasure, so I will not use it to show off."
Tian Hai was stunned for a moment, frowned, and sneered:
"Then go and borrow some weapons, so you don't get beaten by me later and people will accuse me of bullying people from the Shenlong Temple."
Zhao Duan said: "What kind of weapons can be used?"
Tianhai frowned, feeling that this person was being nagging and irritating:
"As long as you can drive it, anything is fine!"
"Okay, then please wait a moment, little monk."
Zhao Duan smiled and said:
"You came in a hurry, but please let me borrow a weapon to fight."
The young monk was arrogant, having just won a battle between Buddhism and Taoism. He was full of vigor and ambition, and he would not take a lackey of the imperial court seriously.
He stood with his shoulders folded, looking at others with an expression of "whatever you want" and standing beside him.
However, Zhao Duan did not leave the ring or ask anyone to borrow troops.
He just suddenly closed his eyes.
The night a few days ago, the night before he entered the Divine Chapter realm, emerged in his mind.
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In the picture of the God of War.
Once again, Emperor Taizu walked down from the green hill, covered in blood.
Zhao Duan carried him back to the inn in the town, threw him into the bathtub, washed away the blood, replaced the water with hot water, and poured in the healing medicine bag.
Amidst the rich aroma of medicine, Zhao Duan pushed open the window of the inn. Outside the window was a mountain landscape with green mountains towering into the clouds.
The setting sun sank slowly into the ground. From this angle, the back of the mountain was vaguely visible, revealing a corner of the sea.
The waves sparkle like broken gold.
"Old Xu,"
Zhao Duan sat on a round stool in front of the window, his hands supporting his chin, looking at the scenery outside, letting the wind lift his messy hair:
"I kind of understand now why you keep going up the mountain to fight, but... let's just say, can't you bring a weapon or something?
We're going to challenge, not get beaten. A warrior's heart isn't meant to get beaten, right?
Look at other warriors, they all go up the mountain with swords and knives, but you... foolishly fight with your bare fists. If you don't get beaten, who will? Aren't you stupid?"
Behind him, in the bathtub.
The burly man with disheveled hair soaking in the medicinal soup leaned his head against the bathtub with his eyelids closed.
The thick beard on his chin moved, and he said in a hoarse voice:
"I have weapons."
"Where is it? Why can't I see it?" Zhao Duan turned his head and looked at him curiously.
Old Xu opened his eyes and gestured towards the two people's luggage.
Zhao Duan stood up swiftly and picked up the big sack that Old Xu had been carrying with him since they arrived in the desert.
"Open it." said Old Xu.
Zhao Duan untied his sack and actually pulled out a weapon from it.
It was long and thin, wrapped in rags. He quickly untied it and was stunned.
The room suddenly lit up for a moment.
There was actually a sword wrapped in the saddle bag.
A sword with a slender handle, a blade covered with dark red patterns, made of an unknown metal, and with an extremely sharp edge.
Without a scabbard, there is just a lonely sword.
The wind blew by, and a strand of Zhao Duan's hair fell off, floating lightly on the sword blade and breaking into two pieces in an instant.
Old Xu stretched out his hand and held the sword in Zhao Duan's hand. The sword suddenly trembled slightly, then turned over by itself and fell into the rough palm of Taizu who was sitting in the bathtub.
Zhao Duan was stunned for a moment, because just now, he vaguely saw Lao Xu's Dantian, and a vague dragon shape was faintly visible through his skin.
It's somewhat similar to the dragon soul in his body right now...
Yes, the so-called dragon soul is actually the condensed internal strength of Emperor Taizu.
It was also said in the biography that the Emperor Taizu of Dayu measured the earth with his feet and walked across mountains and seas before he was able to refine a breath of mysterious yellow energy.
For no apparent reason, he suddenly understood something.
"You have a sword, why don't you use it?" Zhao Duan couldn't help but say.
Old Xu looked up and glanced at him.
At this moment, the Great Yu Taizu in the scroll looked as vivid as a living person. For the first time, his slightly stiff face showed a human expression, as if he was alive at this moment.
"Because I don't have this sword at the moment."
Old Xu casually threw the sword back to Zhao Duan, and under his thick beard, his lips seemed to smile:
"It's for you."
Zhao Duan was stunned for a moment, then asked, "What's it called?"
"The sword's name is Tai'a."
…
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outside world.
Just as Zhao Duan was lost in his memories, he quietly aroused the dragon soul sleeping in his Dantian.
In a corner of the imperial palace, at the deepest part of the magnificent Taimiao.
In the center of the hall, the spirit tablets of the emperors of the Dayu Dynasty are enshrined.
A dark sword case suddenly vibrated.
“Clatter…”
Immediately afterwards, the huge table filled with spirit tablets began to shake, the candlesticks swayed, and the curtains swayed.
One by one, the spirit tablets fell down with a crash.
"Bang!"
The dark sword case suddenly opened, and inside the wooden box covered with bright yellow silk cloth, the Tai'a sword, the sword worn by the Great Yu Emperor and also the sacred weapon of the Xu royal family, seemed to feel an invisible call.
It flew out on its own, broke through the roof, made a big hole, turned into a streak of light, rose from the ground, swept across the entire palace, and flew in a certain direction.
"What's going on?!"
The imperial guards stationed in the Taimiao were horrified and rushed over immediately, but they could only look in shock at a dazzling golden light streaking across the gloomy sky.
"Taizu's sword!"
"Hurry and report to His Majesty, the Tai'a Sword has flown away!"
There was chaos in the palace.
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…
"Hey, what's going on? Are you still going to fight?"
"Yeah, why did King Zhao close his eyes and stop moving?"
"Could it be some kind of invisible spiritual battle? We can't see it?"
Around the arena, the huge crowd gradually began to make noisy noises.
Unfortunately, because the sound was weakened, the conversation between the two people on the scene was not heard by the people, which made them particularly puzzled.
"Brother, why aren't you moving? Is he regulating his internal energy?"
Zhao Pan's expression was serious as he tried to analyze the situation with his extremely limited knowledge of martial arts.
Eugene Hua just stared at it nervously, then looked at the lady next to her who seemed to know a lot and tried to ask.
The other party also shook his head with a confused expression.
"What is Lord Zhao doing?"
An official couldn't help but ask, "Aren't we going to fight? Are we going to fight or not? It's been so long..."
Many people were confused and annoyed, as the long-awaited fight between the two sides had yet to take place.
I thought we were going to take action, but then something unexpected happened.
"This is……"
Mo Chou looked at Eunuch Hai and Xue Shence in confusion, seeking help from these two powerful men of the imperial court.
Xue Shence was very sharp-eyed and could hear the conversation coming from the hood. He forced an explanation:
"Lord Zhao seems to be waiting for weapons. Perhaps someone has delivered them to him."
The Privy Councilor really couldn't figure it out.
However, at this moment, the old eunuch in the dragon robe suddenly raised his head.
The gray hair danced in the wind, and the old eyes suddenly flashed with a chilling light. In an instant, he became extremely alert.
The next second, Xue Shence's ears moved slightly, and he turned around suddenly and looked towards the direction of the palace.
Bian Ji looked up.
Gongshu Tianyuan and Jin Jian also stood up suddenly.
At this moment, many powerful people in the field turned their heads and looked into the distance in astonishment, followed by countless ordinary people who exclaimed:
"What is that?!"
On the ring.
Tianhai, who was folding his arms, was feeling irritable and a little impatient. Just as he was about to urge someone, he suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head in shock.
In his pupils, there was a clear reflection of a dark and dense cloud, as well as the accumulation of days of autumn rain. At the end of the dark clouds, there was a sudden flash of golden light that cut through the sky at a terrifying speed!
At that moment, a golden light broke through the air, accompanied by a dull "boom" sound.
With unmatched power, in an instant, he crashed into the light shield that blocked the arena.
The protective shield that could weaken and block the power of the "World Realm" level dimmed for a moment, then flashed wildly dozens of times in an instant, and then collapsed with a loud bang!
Immediately, there was a series of motor-like explosions.
As the light shield was broken, a strong wind blew, causing the flags to shake. The people around were terrified and fled for their lives.
On both sides of the ring.
In the Tianshi Mansion, Shenlong Temple, and the stands where high-ranking officials of the court were sitting, countless people stood up in astonishment!
Open your eyes wide.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhao Duan, who had been closing his eyes in deep thought, had raised his hand and clenched his five fingers.
In his palm, there suddenly appeared a heavy sword with unmatched sharpness.
Sword Name: Tai'a
Zhao Duan was at peace in the raging wind. He opened his eyes and smiled at the startled monk Tianhai across from him.
"The weapon I borrowed is here."
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ps: I am a little afraid to click the publish button, I can already imagine the unhappy expressions of the readers, but it is really boring (crying)
After repeated consideration, I decided whether I should write this paragraph first and then fight, or fight first... fight to the end and then summon the Taia Sword... In fact, the latter has stronger dramatic tension, but the former is more logical, so I used a chapter to summon it first and then fight.
No need to wait for the next chapter. I will try to stay up late to write and see how many words I can write. Readers can read it tomorrow morning.
(End of this chapter)
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