Chapter 202 The new identity of the Imperial City Division
Although Xue Baochai was not very happy, he still handed Murong Fu a black ghost mask on the way, so that when he entered, he would not be misunderstood by outsiders as having committed something that would damage his reputation.
These two brothers and sisters are really nice. One is given a token and the other is given a mask. Will he be able to enter and leave the "Imperial City Division" at will from now on?
Murong Fu sighed inwardly and said with a smile: "Sister Bao is really thoughtful in her work. She considers everything for others."
"Who... who is your sister Bao? You are obviously older than others." Xue Baochai immediately felt the heat on her face. She was secretly glad that she was wearing a mask and did not make a fool of herself.
"Those who are capable will be the first, and those who are experienced will be the teachers. Since Sister Bao joined the Imperial City Division first and is a noble person, I can be regarded as a peripheral member of the Imperial City Division from now on. It seems reasonable to call you sister.
"Murong Fu found a reason to forcefully explain. In fact, he just felt itchy in his heart and wanted to call it that way.
"Anyway, it can't be done, and the mask is only temporarily available to you."
Before Xue Baochai finished speaking, he was interrupted by the man: "Well, there is no reason to get back the things you gave away? Miss Xue can choose to take the mask back, but from now on she must accept my name as 'Sister Bao'. Or she can
Give me the mask and I will only call you Miss Xue."
"You're such a bad person!" This is the first time Xue Baochai has encountered such an opponent. She is good at convincing people with reason, but if the other party is unreasonable, she seems to have no choice. "I didn't expect that the dignified Young Master Murong would be so helpless."
Murong Fu smiled nonchalantly and said, "Miss Xue, don't change the subject. Let's talk about your choice."
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The "Imperial City Division" of the Southern Song Dynasty is roughly equivalent to the "Jinyiwei" of the Ming Dynasty. At first glance, this place may seem very spooky and terrifying - a closed secret room filled with various instruments of torture, and screams can be heard at any time.
The sound of whipping, accompanied by bursts of evil laughter...
But in fact, from the outside, it is not much different from other government agencies. Even places with severe torture and interrogation are hidden in the dark. This has a lot to do with the hidden national policy of the Southern Song Dynasty - preferential treatment of scholars and not to incriminate people with their words.
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Therefore, the Imperial City Division has not become so popular that people have heard of it, and even some celebrities with strong martial arts skills have come here to teach martial arts.
Bang bang bang——
In the Imperial City Si Martial Arts Hall, the sound of fierce collisions of energy could be heard from time to time in the hall. Suddenly there was a loud noise, the glazed windows on the walls shattered one after another, and a crisp sound sounded when they hit the ground.
"Brother Xue, I'll stop here, unless you want to dismantle this martial arts field." Murong Fu's voice sounded.
"Okay, happy!"
Xue Yiren sheathed his sword, and Xue Baochai, who was watching from the sidelines, felt relieved.
In addition to the three of them, there are still more than a dozen "Imperial City Division" personnel.
"This man actually fought with the man in blood so vigorously that he didn't lose!"
"He can't be a newcomer, he's so strong, he's on par with Boss Xue."
"Boss Xue's 'Snowstorm Sword Technique' has not been fully deployed, otherwise the martial arts hall might have collapsed and been rebuilt."
"It's right to follow Boss Xue. It's much cooler here. It can be hot to death outside."
A group of people were all talking. Although they were surprised by the strength of Murong Fu, the masked man, they were obviously more optimistic about Xue Yi.
Murong Fu was not angry about this. This was his territory, and he was not here to cause trouble. It was right for Xue Yiren to save some face in front of his subordinates. There was such a cute girl watching next to him, and she even gave him a mask.
He also couldn't bear to be cruel to his brother.
Of course, without using the "Blood Rage" skill, Murong Fu was not sure of victory, but the scene looked better.
This is due to their experience in dealing with opponents who have a lot of cold inner strength - Yu Wenhuaji and Zuo Lengchan.
Of course, Xue Yiren's wind and snow swordsmanship is different from the two. He condenses the ice and snow energy in his body into an attack like hailstones, carrying the strong wind and hitting his face. The attack range is extremely wide. If it hits the wall of the martial arts hall, he will immediately
It can punch round holes one after another, which is quite powerful.
With such swordsmanship at his side, it's no wonder that he can kill people like crazy in a large army.
"Brother Xue is good at swordsmanship. Apart from you, I have never seen your auxiliary attack method of condensing energy into snow particles." Murong Fu did not hesitate to praise. Sometimes praise can better show a person's magnanimity.
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Moreover, he gained something from the two battles with the opponent. As long as the opponent did not attack him with hostility, he was not so stingy.
Sure enough, when he said this, Xue Baochai, who only had his eyes exposed, smiled.
Xue Yiren's eyes shone with a fiery light: "You have made rapid progress in the past two months. Is it the result of constant life-and-death battles with others?"
Seeing the look in the other person's eyes, Murong Fu couldn't help but be shocked. This martial arts idiot wouldn't want to fight him to the death, would he?
He quickly said: "No, everyone has his own bottleneck. Once he breaks through, he will enter a period of rapid progress, which has little to do with dueling with others. I think since Brother Xue likes to compete with others, why not go to the Jianghu to recruit
A man testing the sword?"
Xue Yiren's eyes narrowed and he smiled bitterly and said: "Once you enter the officialdom, you can't help yourself. I really envy you that you are free and free from worldly affairs. If Brother Murong is free, you can come to the Imperial City Division to see me. In the past few days,
They are all in Lin'an and will not leave."
Still fighting?
Murong Fu said: "Why, in such a huge Lin'an, brother Xue can't find a rival?"
"It's difficult, it's difficult!" Xue Yiren sighed, "Those who are superior in martial arts must have a distinguished status, so how dare they make mistakes. There are only a few who are equal to me, and they are busy with important things on weekdays. How can they have much time to spend with me?"
This is the kind of competition between people who only know how to fight and kill."
A person next to him interjected with a proud voice: "Those people are all scared by our boss Xue. They hide away when they see him. Even if they have nothing to do, they have to make up something."
Another person said: "Boss Xue is half of Mr. Xin's apprentice. How can those young boys be opponents? Only Mr. Lu Youlu has a few tricks up his sleeve."
Murong Fu was moved when he heard the word "Xin Lao" and asked: "Who is Xin Lao?"
"Of course Mr. Xin Qiji!" Another person answered quickly.
It turned out to be him!
Xin Qiji was a fierce man in history. Not only was he a well-known poet, he was also capable of killing enemies on horseback due to his martial arts skills.
He once charged into the 50,000-gold camp with fifty cavalry, captured the traitor alive, and walked away unscathed!
It can be said that it shocked the Song and Jin countries at that time.
"Brother Xue, did you learn this martial arts from Mr. Xin Qiji?" Murong Fu looked at Xue Yiren.
Xue Yiren said softly: "The horse is so fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt."
His eyes were dazed for a moment, as if he had traveled through time and space and saw the battlefield again. He paused and said, "The old man only taught me the Swift Wind Sword Technique. I combined it with my family's internal ice and snow skills to create this set of Wind and Snow Sword Techniques."
Then it seems that you are also a genius.
After listening to what he said, Murong Fu nodded slightly and turned his eyes to Xue Baochai. Could it be that this woman in the Red Mansion also knows martial arts here?
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During the next few days of staying in Lin'an, while waiting for the reward that might come after Jiumozhi's audience, he also went to the Imperial City Department to compete with Xue Yi to test his skills.
Opponents are hard to come by, especially those who are not life-threatening and have comparable strength. His feel and familiarity with swordsmanship are also increasing rapidly, as well as the different effects of supplementing the weight of spiritual power during the battle.
Every day when they went to compete, Xue Baochai was there on time. In her words, she was worried that the fight between the two would get really heated, so she came over to break up the fight.
Seeing her standing on the sidelines in a lively manner, not afraid of the energy flying around, it seems that she is really good at martial arts.
Of course, when he was not competing in martial arts, he did not forget to use the "Lie Zhenbei" acupuncture method to expel the alien energy in his body. When performing the acupuncture method, he used the power of his spirit to supplement it, and the effect was outstanding. It was easy to do this
Within an hour, 10,000 alien energy was forced out of the body through the pinhole.
Murong Fu did not dare to expel the alien Qi all at once. He believed in gradual progress to avoid adverse consequences such as the upper limit of the Qi shrinking again. After expelling 10,000 internal energy every day, he would meditate and use his own internal energy to fill this gap.
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These foreign Beiming Qi spontaneously concentrated in the "Tanzhong Point", which made him save a lot of trouble. He only had to seal the surrounding acupoints when applying acupuncture.
Chapter completed!