Transmigration with Cheat Codes - Chapter 148

[149. Chapter 149]

No matter whether they are from Dupo Kingdom or Daxia’s local martial arts masters, they can’t help but stop and stare for a while when passing the stone tablet.

As martial arts practitioners, the first thing they saw was the sword path above. The second time they understood the words on the tablet, they fell into self-doubt in terms of literary literacy.

The Jianghu people from various states and the Dupo Kingdom sat down on the left and right. The big chair engraved with dragon patterns in the middle was naturally prepared for the emperor. The other royal nobles from Jianjing were arranged around the throne. They were separated by guards to prevent the people from Jianghu and Dupo from suddenly getting excited and affecting ordinary people like them without martial arts.

Naturally, the disciples of Jianjing Middle School also pay attention to physical exercise, but they mainly focus on bow and horse training, which is quite different from the training items of people in the martial arts.

It was still a few hours before the banquet started, and the emperor and others had not yet arrived, and the people in the arena were chatting with each other. When Hanshan sent Meng Zhang over, they all gave her a seat.

Dupo Kingdom also watched carefully to see what the famous King of Yezhou looked like.

The breeze blew, causing the roses in the corner to sway wildly, shaking the sunlight into countless tiny fragments. A girl in green clothes wearing a curtain hat with a sword hanging at her side, covered with broken light, walked slowly over. ‌ As light as catkins, she stands in the sun like pine and cypress trees behind the snow, or bamboos in the rain. Behind her are several people from the Hanshan Sect, including Adhuo.

In the Dupo Kingdom’s regiment, someone whispered to a young man: “This is Meng Jintang.”

When he spoke, others could only see his lips moving, but there was no sound. It was obvious that he was using a technique such as transmitting sounds into secrets.

‌The young man hummed, raised his head and looked at the opposite side intently.

This young man is wearing gold rings on his wrists and ankles, which make a jingling sound. His name is Fulang Jingling, and he is the youngest son of the Queen of Dupo Kingdom. Now the crown prince is his biological sister, and she has a noble status. Those who came to Daxia were naturally led by him.

The corners of Fulang Jingling’s eyes were slightly raised, looking a bit like a feline. His sitting posture and gait were also a bit like a cat. His body was slightly stretched, giving people a strange feeling of strength.

He didn’t believe what others said. He had to see it with his own eyes before he could believe what kind of person the rumored King of Yezhou was. Therefore, when Meng Jintang first arrived, he kept watching her.

From Fulang Jingling’s point of view, the girl in green clothes across from her was as arrogant as a prince, and her behavior was one-third elegant and one-third graceful. But overall, she still favored ladies, and was not as “ruthless and cruel” as rumored. ‌Not very similar.

The King of Yezhou that Fulang Jingling imagined from the text was a warrior who was more than ten feet tall and had a long fanged face. His information on Daxia’s side might be watered down, but there was no deviation. Dacheng two extremes.

It was already time for the banquet to start, and the sound of drums and horns sounded around the banquet hall. This is an open hall, with water on one side and forests on three sides. Everyone could only hear the sound of gold and iron clashing, and two rows of Jinwu armored soldiers held the ceremony. The sword and halberd came out, and after a moment, he saw the emperor’s guard of honor coming from a distance.

The chamberlain and the palace maid helped the emperor to the big chair covered with yellow satin in the middle, then bowed his hands and stepped aside respectfully.

Although people in the martial arts world do not adhere to vulgar etiquette, the emperor represents the face of Daxia after all. When the drums and horns sound, no matter they are martial arts heroes or people from the Dupo Kingdom, all the people present stand up to greet him and face him. The host bowed his head as a courtesy and waited for the emperor to take his seat before everyone took their seats.

The emperor was not physically strong, and he lacked interest in the affairs of the world. He did not want to get involved in the affairs of these reckless men. He just sat there and watched the prince of the Fulang family get up and come to say hello. Fixed scene words.

After Fulang Jingling, Beiling Marquis appeared on behalf of the Daxia warriors. Although she was not good at words, her memory was good. After reciting a positive and uplifting speech in court, she was followed by the emperor in the same way. After a few words of encouragement, I finally returned to my seat.

If the Fulang royal family had not come with the team, the emperor would not have shown up at all. After speaking, he raised his glass and drank with the people present three times, then excused himself as being busy with business, and left surrounded by his chamberlains, leaving only two people. The prince and others stayed to attend the meeting. The prince should have left with his father, but he hesitated and did not get up. He only said that the two sides had not officially started discussions today. He stayed to express his welcome to the distinguished guests.

This banquet is under the responsibility of the Etiquette Department. From the beginning to now, Mr. Kaiquan Bosong has been on tenterhooks, fearing that some reckless people would fight. However, looking at both sides, there is no thought of close communication now, so he is a little relaxed. Clear your heart.

He saw several members of the Fulang family sitting cross-legged, seemingly interested in the singing and dancing at the banquet. As for the people on the other side, they were drinking, eating meat, and taking a nap from time to time. They were talking in low voices, looking unorganized and undisciplined.

Colleague A next to him sighed: “We have worked hard for several days. We just hope that we can continue to go smoothly in the future. It is God’s blessing.”

Lord Kaiquan Bosong: “Although Lord Zhenguo has not come forward, Lord Wei Sheng of Shen Mingsi and the Marquis of Beiling are both here, so there won’t be anything wrong in the future.”

——Although Anle Gong of Zhenguo only held a false position in the Shen Ming Division, he also accumulated some connections. Wei Shengbo can be regarded as coming from his subordinates. As for the Beiling Marquis, it is said that Wang Jingfang also touched his position. It was Yu Sou’s favor that made this martial arts senior accept Tan Wuluan as his disciple, and the two of them had more than just a friendship between strangers.

Colleague B next to him couldn’t help but sneered when he heard this and said: “How noble Tanhou is, she has worked hard this time.”

Although there was no big disrespect in his words, his tone seemed to disdain Tan Wuluan.

Kaiquan Bo Song Zhiqun understood the reason for this. The Tan family was also a famous family in the capital, but Tan Wuluan had never been close to the family. Others thought it was probably because the Marquis of Beiling had practiced martial arts with Yusou since he was a child. , Cai was at odds with his parents. Although they were related by blood, the Beiling Marquis Mansion and the Tan clan had always been distinct from each other. This matter had always been used as negative teaching material by the people in Jianjingzhong to teach the younger generations of the family.

Before the officials of the Ministry of Rites could say anything, they felt that the people around them seemed to be looking at them, and their hearts suddenly shivered. There are rumors that these reckless men have extremely sensitive ears and eyes. He is good at obtaining the required information from a distance and immediately shuts up, not daring to say anything.

At the banquet, the girl in green suddenly lowered her head and coughed twice.

Fulang Jingling, who was opposite, noticed this scene and felt that at least part of the information she had obtained was correct. It was that the King of Yezhou had been troubled by coughs all year round.

He didn’t really believe it, because the more powerful a person is, the less likely they are to get sick, unless there is something wrong with their cultivation. But if the Hanshan Sect is really as deep as the rumors say, the elder of King Yezhou He should have taken action long ago to solve his own problems.

Fulang Jingling had never fought against Meng Jintang, so she didn’t know the depth of her martial arts. In addition, she had a natural distrust of Daxia’s martial arts. Now she became more and more suspicious. The so-called hermit sect was just a show, just saying that Come out to scare them, the outsiders who don’t know the truth.

The warmth of the palace in the open air was quite poor. In addition, it was already May and there was no fumigation cage prepared in the palace. So Chen Shen, the senior sister gave him a cloak and collapsed. I passed by with a bowl of medicinal tea.

This cloak is made of bird feathers. It is light and dense, but its level of cold protection is average. According to the standards of the Hanshan Sect, it can only be used as a spring coat. If it is replaced by ten cents in the cold winter, it can only be used in the twelfth lunar month. Blocking the falling snow, Meng Jintang originally dressed more in line with others, but she did not go out alone this time. Even if she wanted to enjoy the breeze, other colleagues who came together could not do the same.

Meng Jintang didn’t drink much, and the tea on the table in front of him was too strong to touch his lips. He was replaced by Chen Shen. Fulang Jingling looked at it from a distance, only to feel that the teacher was dressed up. The young master was very skilled at doing these things, as if he had done them thousands of times. When the girl in green clothes coughed, the girl in barbarian clothes next to her also showed a trace of worry in her eyes.

Fulang Jingling became more and more convinced that she was infallible.

In addition to the scene he saw before him, he also remembered that he had received news a few days ago that the person recognized by the Jianghu people as the number one master among the younger generation of martial arts was Qixingguan Lu Qingdu, but he had to In the intelligence, there was not much mention of Lu Qingdu. Comparing the two sides, I suddenly felt that Daxia’s spies’ work ability did have some shortcomings.

Fulang Jingling didn’t know that in the martial arts world of Daxia, this was a characteristic of martial arts culture in which “whoever is absent is responsible for taking the blame.”

The banquet has been going on for nearly an hour, and the dancers have changed several times. Taking advantage of the intermission, someone stood up from the side of Dupo Kingdom, saying that they came here this time and specially brought acrobats to accompany them. The people were grateful for the hospitality and had nothing to repay, so they had people come on stage to perform and play music, so that everyone present could appreciate some of the culture and customs of Dupo country.

As soon as he finished speaking, although Daxia Wulin was still in a relaxed mood, many people were already secretly on guard. They looked intently and saw a strong man more than two meters tall getting up from the edge of the table – this man crossed his legs. He was already very tall when he was sitting, but now he is as tall as an iron tower when he stands upright.

The jugglers walked up to the high platform in the hall step by step. Every step they took made people feel the ground shaking slightly.

The young civil servants were all horrified. They had never left Jianjing, and their understanding of martial arts masters was mostly based on the Duke of Zhen Guo or the Marquis of Beiling. Although these two men were highly skilled in martial arts, they were still gentle and elegant simply by describing them. , unlike this juggler from Dupo Country, who is so vicious and rough.

The court was only surprised by the appearance of the visitor, but the martial arts people were carefully observing the opponent’s breathing and footwork.

After a while, someone sneered in a low voice: “With such inner strength, I don’t believe this is a ‘vaudeville artist’. Looking at him, he doesn’t look like he can play music?”

Most people who have achieved internal strength have a light gait, but some people do the opposite and become heavier in gait. Most of the young people here come from famous people, so they can naturally notice it.

Not long after the strong man known as a juggler came on stage, a beautiful girl walked over quickly from the side of Dupo Kingdom, and the strong man handed her a jar of wine.

This jar of wine looks to be at least twenty kilograms, but the girl can lift it with one hand. What’s even more rare is that the lift is so light, as if she is not lifting heavy wine, but a flower or a branch. Young willow.

The strong man slapped open the mud seal on the wine jar with one hand, lifted the wine jar with the other hand, brought it to his mouth, and drank with his mouth open. Others saw that the wine jar was being lifted higher and higher, and when he put it down, There was not a drop of wine left in it, and it was drank straight away – not to mention the amount of alcohol, it is the ability to drink without breathing, which is probably not easy for people with a weak inner breath.

The strong man threw the wine jar down, laughed twice, raised his head and let out a long roar.

His whistle was like muffled thunder, continuous, high and low. Others didn’t think much of it at first, but after a while, they felt their heart pounding, as if their blood was jumping out of their chests, and their temples also felt a rush. Jumping up and down.

The officials of the Ministry of Etiquette looked at their colleagues around them and found that their faces were flushed and veins were bulging on their heads. Although it was not convenient for them to look in the mirror for the time being, they guessed that they must be looking a lot better at the moment.

Fulang Jingling smiled and said: “This is “Ming Xiangqu”, a country tune from Dupo country. You gentlemen, maybe you are not used to it.”

His voice was not loud, but it was not even half-covered by the strong man’s voice. Everyone inside and outside the palace could hear it clearly.

On the Jianghu people’s side, someone said something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he looked extremely uncomfortable, and before he could speak, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

——When they just ‌‌ chewed their lips and roared, they subconsciously mobilized their internal strength to resist, but they were shocked to the point where their true energy surged endlessly. Some people who were not good at martial arts even suffered internal injuries. It is even more uncomfortable than the officials who are not proficient in martial arts.

Under the sun, there was a flash of silver light, and a small needle flew quickly and stabbed directly into the throat of the strong juggling man, but was immediately bounced away.

It was a disciple of Tang Dynasty who took action. If he missed a hit, he would not be able to continue his attack. Seeing this, the people in the world knew that the strong man not only had strong internal strength, but also had good horizontal skills, and even vulnerable parts such as his neck. , all trained to be as strong as copper skin and iron bones.

Fulang Jingling smiled slightly and said: “Is there something about this rough juggler from my Dupo country that offends you? If this person doesn’t sing well, you can just scold him. There is no need to hurt him.” His life.”

Fu Lang Jing Ling immediately devalued the strong man’s status to an extremely low level, as if this person was not a martial arts master, but a lowly actor. In the Daxia Wulin, many famous disciples were hesitant and worried about themselves. If he tried to stop him, maybe he would, but it would seem unreasonable.

During the stalemate, a man in shorts walked slowly to the stage and blew a horse-taming whistle.

“Ming Xiangqu” was deep and muddy, but the whistle was loud and clear, as if a long sword pierced the haze and fell in everyone’s ears. They felt that the breath they had held back before was finally released, and their whole body felt relaxed and happy.

‌The strong man refused to give up, but every time his inner breath increased, the person in front of him also increased his inner breath, always maintaining a suppressed state. After a quarter of an hour, ‌the strong man’s true energy was exhausted, and the successors I was powerless and had to stop here.

Fulang Jingling’s expression changed slightly, she stared at Tan Xiaosheng for a while, and then said after a while: “Senior, you have such great internal strength, I don’t know what to call him?”

Tan Xiaosheng smiled faintly and said: “The villain is just a horseman driving a carriage, and his nickname is not worth mentioning.” He said to the strong man who had stopped, “Brother, what you are singing is country music. ‌It’s a slang song, the villain is playing a horse-taming tune, which just complements each other.”

After he finished speaking, he bowed far away to Meng Jintang and then retreated into the crowd, raising his hands and feet as if he were an ordinary groom.[End of this Chapter.]