In the early morning in God’s capital, the spring chill was freezing the young.
Qing Yu, dressed as a scholar, casually ordered a few meat buns from some breakfast stall on the roadside and sat at the guest table next to the stall, chewing on the buns over soy milk.
“Brother, may I have a seat?” A man asked politely shortly after sitting down.
“Feel free.” Qing Yu smiled at the visitor and said.
The man sat down with a cage of small dumplings and casually picked up a small dumpling with his chopsticks and said through his voice, “I have already explained to Mr. Ouyang that Meng De has found traces of the Cang Sheng Sect in the Western Region and seems to be looking for an opportunity to plot mischief, so he has gone over to track down their movements.”
As he spoke, the man did not look away, as if he was not the one talking to Qing Yu, but looking at him, was he not Feng Jiu?
Qing Yu nodded wordlessly, signalling that he knew.
“The situation has recently started to turn urgent, the academy is watching more closely, I am now extremely noticeable, this next period of time is inconvenient to contact.” Feng Jiu then transmitted his voice.
“I can see that there are at least three eyes on you, the first scholar to break through the Divine Origin realm in the Mountain River Academy.” Qing Yu did not move his voice and transmitted back.
Although he had been eating the bun without looking away, the power of his mind had already enveloped his surroundings, and he could instantly detect any sight of people around him.
“Hmm? There’s someone coming.” Qing Yu said through his voice.
Although he did not specify who this person was, Feng Jiu already understood that this person was the one whose eyes had rested on her earlier.
At that moment, Feng Jiu finished eating the last Xiao Long Bao, got up and smiled goodbye to Qing Yu and turned to leave.
The man who came along did not follow Feng Jiu, but also ordered a small dumpling and also came over to share a table with Qing Yu, “This little brother, don’t you suggest sharing a table?”
The man’s tone was very familiar, and before Qing Yu could say anything back, the man settled down directly and sat at the seat before Feng Jiu.
Qing Yu looked sideways at the only person who had stayed, the other two had long since left after Feng Jiu, except for this man, who had stayed behind.
This man was slightly dark-skinned, turned in a grey robe, carrying a long knife with its sheath falling off the paint, the dress of a man from the backward jianghu. Such people are plentiful in God’s capital these days. They all came to see the Tantric Buddhism and the Great Zen Temple fight to see if this originally Zen dominant Buddhist sect in the Central Plains would break open a hole.
This time, the Water and Land Conference is not like a fight that will hurt the audience. The upcoming battle of the Zen and Secret is destined to have strong fighters of the Tong Shen realm. When that happens, even the aftermath is not something that the rest of the people will be able to withstand.
Qing Yu asked himself if he had the strength to be a spectator at the Water Land Puja, and these Jianghu people naturally had even less strength. When the aftermath swept through, these people would be dead bodies on the ground.
In contrast to these foolish Jianghu people, the dignitaries in God’s capital had already got wind of the event. Some of those who were close to them knew that what was to come was not a puja to appease the dead, but a battle to reap their lives. They had left the divine capital several days earlier, either to go to the greenery or to visit their relatives, to avoid the coming battle of the Zen secret.
Wait ——
Qing Yu felt that he had underestimated this seemingly backward Jianghu visitor; this person actually had the realm of the Divine Origin realm, which could be very rare among the casual Jianghu cultivators. If this person was around thirty years old, he had a divine Origin realm cultivation, so he either had a strange encounter or was disguised as a Jianghu casual cultivator.
“This little brother, the one just now, is Feng Jiu of the Shanhe Academy, right?” This unknown swordsman asked with a playful smile.
“Oh yes, I have not yet asked your name, my surname is Ping, I am the second in my family, so I am called Ping Er.” Ping Er said with a pretentious arch of his hand.
I could see that this man was a spontaneous person, not good at red tape, and only saw that Qing Yu was dressed as a scholar, so he arched his hand and bowed.
However, while he was free, Qing Yu didn’t have the heart to pretend to be an unconventional madman. At this time, it can be said that there are a lot of fish and dragons in God’s Capital City, and although God Yuan Realm martial artists are rare, there are also many.
The number of people staring at Feng Jiu was also quite a lot, and Qing Yu didn’t have the heart to check them out one by one.
At that moment, Qing Yu pretended to be disdainful, swallowed the last bit of the bun and wanted to get up and leave. The man’s dress gave Qing Yu an excuse, if he was also dressed as a scholar, it was not good to be rude and leave immediately.
“Eh eh eh, little brother, you don’t go ——” as he spoke, Ping Er reached out to stop Qing Yu’s way, but was dodged by Qing Yu.
The two sides of this action, but the two are the eyes of a slight movement, seems to be found.
However, neither side had any intention of saying anything directly. After seeing that the other side really did not want to talk to him, Ping Er did not continue to block the way and let Qing Yu go.
As for Qing Yu, he also left with a disdainful look on his face and an uncaring look on his face as he brushed his sleeves away.
“Expert.” Ping Er gazed at Qing Yu’s departing back and read in a low voice.
Otherwise, Ping Er could not have been unaware that the seemingly ordinary scholar possessed extraordinary strength.
At the same time, Kiyoharu, who had left, felt the sight staring straight at his back and chanted in his mind, ‘A Japanese from the East.’
Kiyoharu was quite sure that this Heji was a native of the East. Although his every move had been incorporated into the habits of the Chinese, even his accent was a standard Chinese accent, and Kiyoharu had not been able to detect Heiji’s identity at first.
But his hand was the one that rendered all his disguises useless.
There is a significant difference between the so-called kendo of eastern Japan and the martial arts of the Middle Kingdom. The most characteristic feature of using a katana is that the left side of the second joint of the forefinger and the mouth of the tiger become calloused, as the force of the sword is used to produce calluses on the hand.
In addition, most of the samurai of the East had practised the ikebana, and those who had practised the ikebana for a long time had a strange coordination of the arms, with the lower arms being strong and powerful, while the upper arms were soft.
The features of Ping Er’s hands revealed his carefully disguised identity as a Japanese warrior, and made Qing Yu understand why the Great Qian court had searched the world for so long, but found so few Japanese.
If all the Eastern Japanese who had infiltrated the Central Plains were like Ping Er, then it was no wonder they were so difficult to catch. Perhaps the first thing anyone would think of when they saw them, except for themselves, was that they were Easterners.
It would have been difficult for Kiyoharu to see through Heiji’s disguise if he hadn’t been so observant.
”I didn’t expect that the easterners who have been lurking for almost a year have also moved, it seems that this Water and Land Puja is really very lively.”
Feeling the gaze staring back disappear, Kiyoharu thought to himself.
This Water and Land Dharma Meeting might be more lively than anyone could imagine.
