Chapter 947: The Emperor's Plan for Hegemony and His Domination in a Talk

It was a severe winter night, the sky was dark purple and the ground was silvery white.

Yuan Qi came out of a tavern, a little drunk, and walked into a quiet street.

This day was his 30th birthday.

At the age of 30, Yuan Qi was still a third-rate figure in the martial arts world.

In terms of appearance, he was ordinary and not handsome.

In terms of wisdom, he was sensible, but not smart.

As for martial arts aptitude... he was indeed better than ordinary people. Unfortunately, his master was a third-rate figure like him and could only teach him some superficial and inferior kung fu.

In short... he was a man with mediocre appearance, mediocre wisdom, and mediocre martial arts.

In the martial arts world, people like him would probably never make a name for themselves.

If someone had said to him at that time - "You can become the leader of the martial arts world in the future", he would definitely think that this was a joke, or even a mockery.

Of course, someone really said this...

It was a blind fortune teller, with a hunched body and a face full of sores.

On this cold winter night, the blind man was still sitting at a tattered square table on the roadside, holding a long banner, waiting for customers to come.

Yuan Qi, who was passing by, saw the blind man, walked over and sat at the table.

"Sir, it's late at night." Yuan Qi said.

"So what?" The blind man's voice was strange, and the voice was very hoarse, as if someone was pinching his neck.

"There are no more people on the street." Yuan Qi said.

"I know." The blind man replied, "I can hear it."

Yuan Qi smiled and shook his head: "Sir, I have some loose silver here, you can take it and go back..."

"I'm not a beggar." The blind man knew what Yuan Qi meant, and he interrupted him directly.

Yuan Qi curled his lips, thinking that the blind man was a little ungrateful, but he thought about it again and felt that the blind man had some character.

"Then... please tell me a fortune, sir." Yuan Qi thought for a while and continued.

"Okay. What do you want to ask?" the blind man asked.

"Hehe..." Yuan Qi laughed.

He didn't want to tell fortunes, but he felt sorry for the blind man... he was still blowing in the wind on the street in the cold weather, so he wanted to give him some silver and let him go.

But now he didn't want to tell fortunes, so Yuan Qi replied casually, "Then I'll ask about my future."

Yuan Qi also knew something about the business of fortune tellers... This is a skill of speaking, which requires observing words and expressions, and being ambiguous.

This kind of business of empty talk is very difficult to do. Flatter, coax, stimulate, scare... There are different ways to deal with different people. Want to eat this bowl of rice. At least dozens of pre-set speeches must be prepared; not only must they be memorized, but also must be able to adapt to circumstances. If you speak well, it is not difficult to earn some money to make a living; but if you say the wrong thing, not getting paid is considered light, and being beaten and scolded is also common.

Yuan Qi has been in the underworld for many years, and has dealt with all kinds of people. He knows a little bit about all kinds of tricks... At this moment, he didn't want to embarrass the blind man. So he asked an "entry-level" question. Thinking... just listen to his nonsense bragging.

Unexpectedly...

"Okay." The blind man said, stretching out his hands, "This guest, let me touch your face."

Yuan Qi looked at the blind man's rough and skinny hands. He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Okay."

He was a big and strong man, and he was not afraid of being taken advantage of by the blind man, so he touched it.

So, Yuan Qi guided the blind man's hands. Put it on his temples.

What surprised Yuan Qi was that the blind man's hands were warm, not cold as he had imagined, and they were also very strong. They gave people a sense of solidity that was inconsistent with their appearance.

Soon, the blind man touched Yuan Qi's forehead, cheeks, chin, and even the top of his head and behind his ears, and then withdrew his hands.

"Heh..." Yuan Qi saw that the blind man lowered his head and said nothing, so he inferred that the other party was about to start a trick. He laughed and asked, "How is it, sir?"

"You are asking about the future, so I will show you a future..." The blind man replied in a deep voice, "From today on, you will practice martial arts and travel the world as usual; within ten years, there will be no more than three people in the entire martial arts world who can stand shoulder to shoulder with you. By then, if you still haven't deviated from the right path, the position of the leader of the martial arts world will also be in your pocket."

When Yuan Qi heard this, he was stunned for a long time before he reacted, and then he laughed out loud: "Ha! Hahahaha..." He laughed so hard that his eyes were He could hardly open his eyes. "Sir, haha... According to you, as long as I practice martial arts diligently and don't do evil... I can achieve hegemony in ten years at most?"

The blind man did not answer his question, but asked him a question in return: "Is today your birthday?"

"Huh?" Yuan Qi was startled when he heard this, and then a bit of suspicion appeared on his face, and he replied, "Exactly..."

He didn't know how the blind man guessed that today was his birthday. He only knew... This was not a stupid question like "What troubles have you had in your life recently?", but a fact that the probability of guessing correctly was less than one in three hundred.

"Good!" After getting the answer, the blind man said "good" loudly, and then said, "It seems that this is God's will."

He muttered two inexplicable words, and then... suddenly grabbed Yuan Qi's left arm that was placed on the table.

At this moment, Yuan Qi had sobered up a lot. He took a deep breath of cold air to sober up his brain a little: "Sir... What does this mean?"

"You have been practicing martial arts since you were twelve years old. You have only had one master and learned four and a half sets of kung fu from him. Four of them are the lowest among the lowest..." The blind man suddenly started talking to himself. .

Yuan Qi, on the other hand, was frightened because what the other party said was exactly the same as the actual situation...

When Yuan Qi was young, he came from a wealthy family and attended private schools for several years. However, he was not a material for studying, and he did not make much progress after studying for several years. So... when he was twelve years old, his father invited an old boxer who was very famous in the county and asked Yuan Qi to become his disciple. From then on, he gave up literature and followed martial arts.

Of course, this boxer's "name" was limited to the county where Yuan Qi's family lived; in the world of martial arts, he would be considered a third-rate figure. But thankfully...even though this old master's martial arts skills were limited, his moral character was impeccable. He taught Yuan Qi everything he could and strictly supervised him. Before his death, he also passed on to Yuan Qi "half of the secret book" handed down by his master.

"You...who are you?" Yuan Qi asked in shock, "How do you know..."

The blind man ignored Yuan Qi's words. He grabbed his arm and continued: "The half set of kung fu you failed to master is called 'Mingchen Xuan Gong'. It is a long-lost peerless magical kung fu."

While the blind man was talking, Yuan Qi felt a stream of heat being poured into his arm and running in a specific pattern in his meridians...

"This kind of martial arts is very strange. No matter how you practice it on weekdays, you won't feel any increase in your skill..." The blind man calmly narrated while channeling his power, "Every year, the Mingchen Xuan Gong can only be Entering the realm once. The time to enter the realm... must be on the day of the practitioner's birthday. Once that day is missed, the Xuan Gong skills that the practitioner has worked hard for the whole year will be in vain. "

Hearing this, Yuan Qi's mind buzzed, and he almost fainted with his eyes rolled.

Obviously... Yuan Qi has practiced "Mingchen Xuan Gong" and studied it very hard...

Even though he didn't know that this was a peerless magical skill, or even what the Kung Fu he was practicing was called, he could still see that the mental techniques in the "half secret book" were much more profound than the several martial arts taught by his master. .

Anyone who hangs out in the world is ambitious. Yuan Qi also knows very well that for a person like himself who is still very mediocre at the age of thirty. That half of the secret book is probably his last hope to get ahead.

However, in the past years, no matter how hard he tried to practice the half set of mental techniques, he was unable to improve his skills. It feels like...it's better to practice those superficial skills. At least I can feel that my strength is gradually getting stronger.

Until today, after listening to the blind man's words, Yuan Qi finally knew the secret hidden in that half of the book.

"Senior..." Yuan Qi's name for the blind man has changed because he has understood. The person in front of me is definitely not a fortune teller, but an expert that I have only seen in my life.

"Stop talking." The blind man interrupted him again, "Remember the trend of my practice with your heart. This is something that is not in your half of the secret book..."

When Yuan Qi heard this, he immediately closed his eyes and memorized it with concentration.

He is a man who has bad luck, so he knows how to seize opportunities...

Yuan Qi knew that he was by no means the kind of martial arts prodigy who could learn it instantly, and the adventure at this moment... he was afraid that he would never happen again in this life, so he had to work hard to remember the opponent's skills. method.

The north wind is howling, and the night is getting darker...

I don't know how long it took, but the blind man gathered his inner strength and let go of Yuan Qi's hand.

"Okay, I have used my inner strength to break through this year's barrier of Mingchen Xuan Gong for you... The power of Xuan Gong you accumulated in the previous year has been stimulated, I believe you can feel it..." The blind man's breath was still very steady when he spoke, which showed that his inner strength was unfathomable. "From now on, you will still practice according to the mental method in your half of the secret book. On your birthday, you will use what I teach you today." Use the method to move the inner force... Only in this way can the true power of Mingchen Xuan Gong be exerted."

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Qi was already kneeling on the ground, shaking his head and kowtowing three times.

"Thank you, senior!" Yuan Qi said these four words almost choked with sobs.

This is naturally not some kind of performance, but an act from the heart.

Yuan Qi's forehead was bruised and bleeding on the cold snow... His eyes were filled with tears.

These tears carry too many emotions of a mediocre person, such as bitterness, helplessness, despair, lamentation, joy, longing, excitement and emotion.

That moment of realization was something Yuan Qi would never forget.

"No need to thank me, I said... this is God's will." The blind man said, standing up and groping for the wooden flag beside him, "You can meet me at this time and here, and let me give you You tell your fortune, this is something only God can tell.”

He paused and continued: "Actually, before you even sat down, I had already discovered seven or eight points of your martial arts skills and internal strength. I raised my hand to touch your bones. I really wanted to I'm trying to tell you your fortune, but I didn't expect that I found out half of the Mysterious Life Technique..."

When the blind man said this, he slowly turned around: "In today's martial arts world, there are almost no people who can create superior martial arts on their own, and the magical skills left by our ancestors are also limited to those who know how to teach them, and whether they can learn them or not." It is gradually lost in the hands of the idiots." He shook his head and snorted, "Huh... I met you by chance. If I can make the Mingchen Xuan Gong reappear in the world, It can be regarded as adding a bit of interest to the martial arts world of this generation which is not as good as the previous generation.”

At that time, Yuan Qi could not understand the meaning of the blind man's two sentences at all, but twenty years later, Alliance Leader Yuan... seemed to understand.

For those ordinary people who are struggling in the world, "getting" is the most important thing.

Unparalleled martial arts, immense wealth, and a great reputation...these are what they want.

But for an outsider like the "blind man", "getting" is not so important.

When martial arts is practiced to the point where defeat is hard to come by, what you get is loneliness; when your wealth is accumulated to the point where you can't count, what you get is numbness; when your reputation is so great that it is known to the whole world, what you get is emptiness.

A person who is so powerful that he is lonely, numb, and empty will either go to destruction. Or move toward detachment.

The blind man is obviously a detached person. Detached people will travel far across the ocean for a momentary vision, and will stop for a wisp of dust, but they will not work hard for fame and wealth, nor will they be overjoyed by the gains and losses in front of them.

It's a pity... Although Yuan Qi has understood many things now, he is no longer the Yuan Qi he used to be. He knew what a transcendent person looked like, so he also knew... that he could never become that person.

…………

Twenty years later, he was buried in the Valley of the Heart.

boom--

The wind blows from the palm, and the shadow of the palm is like a mountain.

Yuan Qi’s seven successful powers. Who can stop him in today’s martial arts world?

The answer is...no one can.

Unlike those martial arts celebrities who became famous at a young age and had smooth sailing, Yuan Qi's first half of his life was desolate. He deeply understood the pain of a mediocre person, and the fear of this pain... was his endless motivation.

Driven by this motivation. Yuan Qi's hard work in practicing Xuan Gong far exceeded the blind man's expectation... After twenty years of accumulation and twenty breakthroughs... Yuan Qi's Mingchen Xuan Gong had already reached the level of perfection.

Ever since he ascended to the throne of the martial arts leader ten years ago with the title of "the best in martial arts in the world", he has never used his full strength again. Because since then, look at the entire martial arts world. He couldn't find an opponent who could match him.

It's too late to say it, but it's soon!

However, Yuan Qi's palm force easily broke a big tree with a devastating force. Taking advantage of the situation, Song Wuqi, who was hiding behind a tree trunk, was beaten in half.

The spewing blood and internal organs looked particularly dazzling in the green forest, and seemed to glow under the light and mist.

All the people in the martial arts world who witnessed this palm were all amazed by Yuan Qi's power... For them, that palm was simply beyond their reach.

However, some people showed disdain and complained: "Yeah...it's not that strong...if I further develop the performance of Lan Kou, I should be able to perform moves with similar power."

"I'm curious..." Huajian ignored Brother Jue's words and said, "In martial arts scripts, will humanoid NPCs with this strength be killed by ordinary bullets..."

"Yes, we have tried." Ruoyu answered her question directly, "In fact, bullets are miraculous in this type of script... Most NPCs that are not very strong can be killed by ordinary firearms. And they are almost defenseless against such attacks; although boss-level guys are not like this, they can also use powerful shooting attacks to kill them instantly from a long distance."

"Hmm..." Huajian pondered, "Suddenly I feel... there seems to be something wrong with the personnel arrangements for this event."

"Tch~" Brother Jue knew what Miss An meant, and he immediately shook his head and responded, "So what if Xiaoling restrains the NPCs in the script? This is a competition, okay? The lineup I arranged is for Hongying, and It’s not specific to the script. Besides… the script is also random, how do I know it will be a martial arts world?”

"Did someone who is obviously obsessed with completing the plot every time actually use this excuse..." Ruoyu continued coldly, "Then I want to take a closer look today...how do you focus on the 'game'." (Unfinished) to be continued..)