Martial Boss Chapter 93

As the cold Qi subsided, a pure white true Qi surfaced between Qing Yu’s palms.

“This is?” Feng Jiu could feel that this true qi came from the same source as the Hao Ran Zheng Qi in his body.

“The palm energy that was intercepted from that Han Wenxin during the final clash just now. It’s a pity that he left it at the end, otherwise, he would have been able to intercept more and had a better chance of finding out what he was up to.”

“It is indeed the authentic Hao Ran Qi without a doubt.” Feng Jiu nodded his head to be sure.

“What about this palm technique, take a look ——”

Saying that, Qing Yu silently exercised the “Little Immortal Kung Fu” to simulate the stance of Han Wenxin’s palm strike just now, forcing this intercepted true qi onto his palm.

“How about it? Have you seen this kind of palm technique before?” Qing Yu asked.

Although it was only a look-alike, Qing Yu felt that it was already seven or eight percent similar to the palm Han Wenxin had just used.

“This kind of palm technique ——” Feng Jiu frowned and thought hard, although he had perused the descriptions of various martial arts due to his interest in martial arts, he had not really seen it and could not recognize it instantly.

“It seems to be the —— Long Sky Divine Palm ——” Feng Jiu said with a little uncertainty.

“Long Sky Divine Palm, is it a Confucian martial art?” Qing Yu asked.

According to his understanding from his encounter with Han Wenxin, this palm was very compatible with Hao Ran Zheng Qi and should be a Confucian school martial art.

“Yes, it is a Confucian martial art, and it is very famous. Back then, when Great Qian’s Great Ancestor Ji Muqing first became the Grand Master of the Great Zhou, he was full of ambition and wanted to reorganise the shaky Great Zhou. This Long Sky Divine Palm was created in response to this ambition to reshape the mountains and rivers.”

“The snow in the long sky drifted chaotically, changing all the old rivers and mountains,” Feng Jiu chanted, “and this is how the Long Sky Divine Palm got its name.”

Qing Yu thought back to the scene when Han Wenxin struck his palm, the atmosphere was majestic and unstoppable.

“So,” Qing Yu said, raising an eyebrow, “Han Wenxin is a member of the Great Qian?”

Feng Jiu shook her head, “I’m not sure. When Ji Muqing created the Long Sky Divine Palm, he had not yet reached the age of confusion, and was still twenty to thirty years away from rebelling against the Zhou and establishing the Qian. At that time, he was still the head of the Confucian School’s Ren lineage, so this ‘Long Sky Divine Palm’ was included in the Confucian canon and could be studied by both lineages. The Shanhe Academy today should also have records of this palm technique.”

“That’s right, if only Da Qian had this palm technique, Han Wenxin wouldn’t dare to just use it casually like that.”

“So it seems that the details of this Han Wenxin are even more intriguing ——”

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In the divine Capital City.

There were students from the Mountain River Academy, traveling in pairs, taking a break around this divine Capital City.

Although the scenery on Datong Mountain is good and the architecture of Shanhe Academy is magnificent, staying in one environment for a long time can be tiresome. Especially living in the mountains, all the people you see on a regular basis are still men.

Most of them are young men in the prime of their lives, and most of them have had a taste of the tender land, so how many of them do not have a restless heart? Especially because of the special environment of Shanhe Academy, those students did not even dare to perform the special move of the Five Dragons Holding Pillar.

After all, not everyone had the guts to go private in the academy like Jin Mingxuan did. To be caught in a private study hall was to withdraw from school.

Please refer to Zhang Qian Ding for what happens when you drop out of school in this way.

However, there are always mavericks in the crowd. In one particular group of academy students, however, someone dropped out of the group without a word before reaching Tianle Place.

This scholar, who was of good character, quietly broke away from the group just before Tianle Square.

He turned into an alleyway and followed the road, making his way to the back door of a tavern.

Following the boy who was waiting behind the door, they walked to an elegant room on the first floor of the tavern.

Once the boy led the scholar to the elegant room, he closed the door outside, leaving the scholar, alone in the unoccupied room.

No, there was someone ——

In a place to the side of the elegant room, behind the pulled down bamboo curtain, came an odd voice, “Xu Mingfeng, are you out of medicine again?”

The speaker’s voice was very odd, as if multiple people were speaking at the same time, overlapping, apparently deliberately disguised.

“Medicine, Lord Medicine Master, I beg you to give me medicine!”

This good scholar, who seemed to be of good character, was none other than Xu Mingfeng. However, the current Xu Mingfeng was again very different from that day.

But half a month later, this gentleman who was red-faced that day, lightly furred and slowly belted in the nine-nine cold days, drinking wine with his mouth open was now pale, sweating and shivering all over his body, with the appearance of being terminally ill.

“My rules, you know them. Medicine, there, where is your wealth?” Behind the bamboo curtain, the medicine man said.

“There, there —— is,” Xu Mingfeng shook his hand and pulled out several silver tickets from his pocket, “A thousand taels of silver tickets from Huibao Money Bank, five in total, to beg for five bottles of Longevity San.”

His words were humble, and his former glamorous appearance was gone. Once Xu Mingfeng, although he was considered a playboy, was outwardly civilized and had a good skin.

Nowadays, it was as if he was a sick ghost who was dying and unwilling to die in this way, with a dead white colour all over.

“One thousand taels a bottle, that was the price half a month ago. Unfortunately, Xu Mingfeng, recently there have been too many people buying it and the supply is tight, so the price has gone up again. The five thousand taels you have is only enough to buy a little over three bottles.”

“This, Lord Medicine Master, can it be cheaper, I, I ——” Xu Mingfeng pleaded in a trembling voice.

At the beginning of the month, he had offended the Sixth Prince, Feng Chaonan, in front of the Mountain River Academy, and had severely slapped the other party’s face. Although there was Feng Jiu begging for mercy, Feng Chaonan had agreed to it at that time.

However, given Feng Chaonan’s nature, how could he let go of Xu Mingfeng who had struck him in the face in public?

The next moment Xu Mingfeng was carried away, the Xu family cut off their support for him. By the time Xu Mingfeng sobered up from the effects of the Longevity San and the drunkenness, he had become a marginal figure in the Xu family and was left with nothing at once.

Xu Mingfeng was even more unfortunate than Zhang Qian Ding, whom he mocked, because his father was not called Zhang Hai Shan.

All this time, a disillusioned Xu Mingfeng could only rely on his friend’s recommendation of longevity to numb himself, confusing the down-and-out present with the past and thinking that nothing had changed.

Unfortunately, with the last bit of money running out, he couldn’t even afford to buy the Longevity San.

“Well, you were the first customer to buy Longevity San in God’s Capital and have developed many downlines, so I will personally gift you ten bottles of Longevity San.” Behind the bamboo curtain, the Pill Master’s words came helplessly.

“But only this once, next time, you must bring enough money.”

“Thank you, thank you Lord Pill Master.” The surprise came so suddenly that Xu Mingfeng’s whole body trembled with excitement, like a sieve.

“There’s no need to thank you, take it.” The Pill Master clapped his palm and a small door opened in the corner, and a man dressed as a boy, carrying a tray with ten white pill bottles, came with his head bowed.

“Lord Pill Master, Lord Pill Master ——” Xu Mingfeng was like a hungry dog that had smelled a bone and hastily swept the pill bottles into his arms.

“Lord Medicine Master, I will be rewarded generously in the future, rewarded generously ——”

This said, but Xu Mingfeng turned around and opened the door and ran, he could not wait to enjoy the taste of forgetting all his troubles.

“Then you must also have later ah ——” along with the normal tone of voice, teasing words, the young man raised his head, revealing a smiling face, which Xu Mingfeng is incomparably familiar with.