There was a new sight in the west of Fu Shun City — a huge pit.
The pit was two to three meters deep and ten meters in diameter. The soil piled up outside the pit was half a meter high, spreading outwards in an oval shape from deep to shallow in a sputtering manner. Now, the whole city came to see this strange sight. People came to the street where the pit was located early in the morning, and even when it was dark, there were still people lingering around, talking excitedly.
"I've seen the power of this Lord Zhou in the west of the city with my own eyes. You won't believe it, but when he punched, it was really earth-shattering, the sun and the moon lost their light, and the wind of the punch was like a raging wave. Ah … I was watching from afar, but I was almost blown into the sky by the aftermath of the strong wind. "
"I heard that he was bullied by the small fry in the city, which made this Lord Zhou angry. He made a hand seal and cast a spell, turning into a Herculean Vajra, and his body became more than three meters tall. As the saying goes, 'three times the width of the chest, ten times the girth of the waist', he was mighty and domineering like a god. From afar, it made people's legs tremble, and they couldn't even hold their pee. "
"Don't listen to the nonsense of the person opposite. He didn't see it with his own eyes, he clearly made it up from hearing it. I was the one who was there, and I was right next to Lord Zhou. Not long ago, Lord Zhou went out to travel, looking for a celestial master to learn skills, and now that he has returned, he found that his men were being bullied. It's true that Lord Zhou was angry, but he didn't transform into a Herculean Vajra, but a golden-armored giant. "
When the big pit appeared, a group of people came to watch the show. But what was there to see if it was just a pit? If they went to the teahouses on the street and sat down, they could listen to the story told by the storytellers. Naturally, all the passersby were fascinated by the story. It turned out that the appearance of this big pit was not ordinary.
In order to attract customers, the storytellers of the two teahouses almost fought over the copyright of the story. Both sides told the story brilliantly, and they described the scene of a punch breaking the ground and shocking the whole city as if they were there. It was not enough for the customers to listen to one teahouse, they wanted to listen to two teahouses to be satisfied. After listening to the story, everyone talked at once, adding oil and vinegar to the story, turning it into countless versions.
Even Li Yongfang and Lord Li were alarmed by such a huge pit. On the day the huge pit appeared, a few bailiffs cleared the way. The people in the city watched as the local emperor of Fu Shun got down from the soft palanquin and stood beside the pit in silence for a long time.
At that time, the noisy street became silent. The people who were watching the pit all craned their necks to look at Li Yongfang. They especially felt that Lord Li's face looked better than the big pit. At first, his face was red and angry, then doubtful, then he sighed again and again, and finally he fell into silence. His face was like a traffic light, constantly changing.
While waiting for Lord Li to leave in his sedan chair, the storytellers from the two teahouses at the intersection had already begun to make up their lines.
"Just by looking at Lord Li's expression, I dare to say … There must be something fishy about this!"
"Dear guests, I'm sure you all have questions in your hearts. What is the secret behind this pit?"
The people who listened to the story could not hold back their curiosity. Life was dull these days. Singing a big opera was like celebrating the New Year. They had long been tired of hearing the gossip on the streets. Only this terrifying pit made them curious.
Lord Zhou of the West of the city smashed the pit with a punch. This was a legend. Especially Lord Zhou, who had a good reputation and was a righteous person, his deeds had long been spread. Lord Zhou dominated the West of the city, cleaned up the streets, made friends, took in the homeless, got rid of the tyrants, and brought peace to the people. Coupled with the recent big pit, the subject matter of the story was so rich that the storytellers could write a story for Lord Zhou.
Now, even Lord Li, who had been in Fu Shun for many years, had appeared. He had lost his composure and just came to see and then left. The details were really thought-provoking. However, no matter how much the storytellers made up stories, they did not dare to include Li Yongfang. They could only vaguely say a few vague words, pointing out that Lord Zhou of the West of the city was not ordinary and had become a force in the city that could not be underestimated.
After just one day, more detailed news began to spread — after Lord Li saw the big pit, Wong Yuanwai also came to see it. Wong Yuanwai was not so particular. He entered the teahouse with a chubby, round face and smiled. He handed over a tael of silver and asked for some truth. He wanted to find someone who had witnessed the big pit with his own eyes and ask for some details.
After asking the questions, he returned to look at the big pit. The two cultivators behind Wong Yuanwai both had ashen faces and sweats on their foreheads. One of them exclaimed in a low voice, "Level Nine Spell, this is a Level Nine Spell."
The other person's eyes were also stunned. He said in disbelief, "This is a sign of strong muscles and bones, a sign that one has practiced to the extreme. I, Daming, have been corrupt at the border for a long time. I have been lazy in both literature and martial arts. No one has practiced to such a high level for a long time. On the other hand, many Jurchen barbarians and Mongolian barbarians have been fighting endlessly, killing their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. But today, there is a young boy who can break the ground with a punch … "
Seeing his own cultivator bodyguard speak so highly of him, Wong Yuanwai was both happy and worried. He was happy that he still had some friendship with Zhou Qingfeng, but he was worried that this friendship was now a little stiff because of him. When Zhou Qingfeng left Fushun, many people hit the forces he left behind. Wang Kai and Wong Yuanwai were one of them.
"Take my name card and visit Zhou Qingfeng. I want to see when it is convenient for him. I want to visit him in person." Wong Yuanwai was straightforward. The two cultivators were startled. This' visit 'was too low of a stance. Wang Kai, however, shrugged indifferently. "He has already used a Level Nine Spell to show his power. No matter how he did it, we have to bow our heads."
The two cultivators beside Wang Kai were only at Level Four and Level Five. They had already spent a large sum of money to hire them. Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng had casually thrown out a ninth-level spell, the two of them could only lower their heads and sigh — it was truly infuriating to compare oneself with others. A month ago, Zhou Qingfeng had to ask for their help to deal with Ma Chaitou in the city. Now, he had soared to the sky.
"Right, Zhou Qingfeng is so ostentatious because he wants to make a name for himself. Let's help him and publicize for him. Let's go talk to the street storyteller and say that the strongest cultivator is the one who can make such a big hole. "
Wang Kai scratched his chin and continued. "Didn't Zhou Qingfeng exterminate a lot of bandits not long ago? Such a person is naturally extraordinary. Praise him a few more times. Say that this young hero is the best in the world and is now number one in Liaodong. "
Number one in Liaodong?
This boast was a bit too much.
Seeing the doubtful expressions of the cultivators he hired, Wang Kai secretly laughed. "You don't understand. Zhou Qingfeng is young and frivolous. He does things rashly. He must want to make a name for himself in one fell swoop. If this didn't happen in Fushun but in the capital, I would remove the two words' Liaodong 'and directly call him number one in the world. "
"If he causes trouble …" One of the cultivators felt something was wrong.
Another cultivator also advised. "As the saying goes, 'there is no first place in literature and no second place in martial arts.' It's not a big deal that Zhou brat likes to make a name for himself, but if he holds the title of 'number one', I'm afraid a lot of people will find trouble with him in the future. If he finds out that we caused trouble for him, I'm afraid he'll take it out on us. "
But Wang Kai smiled and said, "Look at the people on the streets. Rumors and slanders are spreading. We're not spreading rumors publicly, we're just secretly giving some advice to the storytellers in the teahouse. Believe it or not, there are always people watching the excitement. If we say 'number one in Liaodong', in a few days, someone will say 'number one in the world'.
If something really happens, it can't be blamed on us. If someone really comes looking for trouble with Zhou brat, wouldn't it be a good opportunity to knock him down a peg or two? We have to cooperate with him, but we can't let him be too strong. Otherwise, we'll be at his beck and call, and it won't be good for our reputation. "
Wong Yuanwai laughed sinisterly. His two cultivators looked at each other and tacitly agreed. After all, the big hole that Zhou Qingfeng made with one punch was really amazing, so the two of them couldn't help but want to see his bad luck.
With Wang Kai spending money to make up stories for Zhou Qingfeng, the legend of 'breaking the ground with one punch' was completely spread. The gossipy crowd in Fushun talked about the heroic deeds of Lord Zhou all day and all night.
There were even down-and-out scholars who wrote him stories in exchange for money. Since Lord Zhou appeared in Fushun, all kinds of trivial things were collected. Together with some imaginary anecdotes, they were written into a book to be published.
Before the book was printed, the news had already spread all over the place.
Many people only knew that Zhou Qingfeng in the west of Fushun was powerful, but they didn't know how powerful he was. After all, without comparison, it was difficult to say clearly without numbers. But when the story of 'the ninth-level spell, number one in Liaodong' came out, everyone loved to hear it — at first, Zhou Qingfeng's name was Zhou Shao of the west of the city, and soon it became Lord Zhou of Fushun. Not long after …
Zhou Qingfeng of Liaodong punched the Nanshan Nursing Home and kicked the Beihai Kindergarten.
No.
Zhou Qingfeng of Liaodong, who was not yet 20 years old, became famous at a young age. His fists dominated the world, and his saber shocked the world.
He killed evil and saved the people, and because of his righteousness, he risked his life.
Liaodong was bitterly cold, and many starving women and children died of cold and hunger. Every time Lord Zhou saw this, he couldn't bear it and generously spent tens of thousands of gold to help the people. He set up porridge stalls, built hospitals, set up workshops, and recruited craftsmen. Countless lives were saved, and he gave birth to Buddha for all.
The north was in chaos, and there were as many bandits and thieves as there were hairs on an ox. It was difficult for merchants to travel, and the common people were poor. Lord Zhou stood up angrily, and the three-foot-long sword in his hand killed people, and the ferocious wolf under him kept the area safe.
His martial arts were superb, and his spells were divine. He could break the ground with one punch and intimidate thieves. Such a benevolent, kind, and strong hero ran amuck for thousands of miles, and was invincible. His kindness was like the sea, and his power was like a prison. He was a role model for the world, the number one in the world!
Fortunately, Zhou Qingfeng had really done a lot of good things in Fushun. When such words of praise came out, ordinary people didn't feel the slightest bit surprised, but felt that it was reasonable. Some people only knew the name Zhou Qingfeng, but didn't know what he had done. They were waiting for this initiative to let the people know that there was such a heroic young man in Liaodong's Fushun.
In today's world, corrupt officials ran amok, and evil thieves were everywhere. The common people's lives were extremely difficult. Although they were stupid, they also hoped that a savior would appear. It was best if this savior could eat, wear, and work, and ensure their safety. All kinds of requests were made, and many people actually felt that this' number one in the world ', Liaodong Zhou Qingfeng, must be an extraordinary person.
'Time makes the hero'. In this era where wolves and wolves were everywhere, the common people were crying, and the wind and clouds were surging, people were looking forward to the arrival of a hero, and longed for the appearance of a savior. As the saying goes, 'The golden monkey raised his cudgel, and the jade universe was clear for thousands of miles. Now they were cheering for the Great Sage Sun, because the demonic fog had returned.
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