Chapter 826: It's Actually the Four Great Classical Novels!

"Precisely," the Dowager said. "This child secretly cultivated a marvelous art; never did I expect he could hide it even from me."

"Oh, what marvelous art?" Gu Ling looked very interested.

Actually, it was nothing special — just going through the motions.

The Great Qian imperial treasury contained all manner of martial arts, a complete progression that could take one all the way to Grandmaster.

There was basically no need to covet any martial art.

"The Invincible Divine Art. Would Your Majesty like to witness it?" Tang Luo asked.

Gu Ling didn't speak; instead he looked at the Dowager — this great-grandson of yours, can you still control him or not?

The Dowager wore a helpless expression: "Your Majesty, forgive me. This child, having attained the Grandmaster rank, knows no bounds. Unfortunately I am old and feeble, unable to discipline him. He insists on witnessing the Grandmasters under heaven; I have no choice. Your Majesty may have the several masters make a move to teach him a lesson — no harm will come of it — so he may learn that there are heavens beyond heaven, people beyond people."

To translate: "Beat him, beat him however you like."

"But this is your Jia family's qilin son." Gu Ling said with feigned sincerity.

The Jia family suddenly producing a Grandmaster — as the Son of Heaven he inevitably had to summon him back and apply both grace and awe before he could rest easy.

But the surface courtesies absolutely had to be observed.

The Dowager's face turned slightly cold: "Only one who can protect the Jia family's glory for a lifetime deserves to be called a qilin son."

These words were truly heartfelt.

She genuinely did not want "Grandmaster Jia Rong" to appear and disturb the Jia family's peaceful life.

Hearing this, Gu Ling nodded inwardly — Lady Shi and this newly emerged, suspected Grandmaster Jia Rong indeed had a conflict.

Gu Ling naturally gave his unreserved support to the Dowager: "Since the Old Madam has spoken. Jia Rong, you've become a Grandmaster and want to test the strength of the Grandmasters under heaven?"

"Young people should not aim too high, or become intoxicated in daydreams. Without reaching that realm, exchanging blows with a Grandmaster means death."

A ruthless warning was already attached.

If his strength was insufficient, today he might well lose his life right here!

Of course, if the other party was willing to yield, Gu Ling didn't mind raising high and lowering gently.

Even if not a Grandmaster, he was still a genius youth martial artist; knocking him down a peg a few more times, winning him over for his own use would be best.

"Hurry up." Tang Luo waved his hand with slight impatience.

Gu Ling's eyelids twitched at the sight.

The Grandmasters behind him, heads tilted toward the sky with an air of unconcern, also looked at Tang Luo, their faces showing a hint of displeasure.

A truly arrogant brat.

"Why not let me try?" Xiang Bin, who had greeted them earlier, said.

"Then I'll trouble Master Xiang." Gu Ling nodded.

Xiang Bin looked at Tang Luo: "Young Master Jia, please."

Tang Luo shook his head: "Too troublesome. You all come at once."

Not only Xiang Bin — even the Dowager, who thought she had grasped Jia Rong's measure — was stunned for a moment. What new trick was this?

"This way you can fully recognize the gap between you; afterward 'superior and inferior in proper order' — good for everyone." Tang Luo met the several Grandmasters' murderous gazes and spoke calmly.

Yes, simply calm.

Calm as if stating a fact, not a trace of arrogant bearing.

Yet it was the utmost arrogance.

It instantly shattered these Grandmasters' composure.

"Ignorant junior, come die!"

Xiang Bin struck in anger, a fist straight from the crown — wind and clouds surged. A gale howled, blowing the great banner at the drill ground's center until it snapped loudly; the wooden pole shook.

The gale condensed on his fist, transforming into a berserk force that tore everything apart.

Invisible wind formed a white vortex of qi; Xiang Bin would let the little devil before him know what "heaven high, earth deep" means!

Tang Luo remained unmoved; amid the gale he raised his right hand, casually half-drawing it before his body, and clenched.

In that instant, the other Grandmasters on the drill ground moved in unison, involuntarily "charging" toward Tang Luo.

Only the Dowager was not caught up in it.

Before these Grandmasters could counter, Tang Luo's clenched fist gently pushed forward.

A terrifying surge of waves crashed in.

Xiang Bin and the rest were like a lone skiff caught in ocean waves — completely out of control, unable even to keep balance, they fell to the ground and became rolling gourds.

Only one old man managed to steady himself after retreating two steps.

"Oh?"

Tang Luo's gaze turned to that old man.

This man was named Mei Qingsheng, the Grandmaster with the oldest credentials in the imperial clan — no, judging by his performance, he was likely a Great Grandmaster.

Stepping forward one pace, Tang Luo raised his right fist and smashed down.

Mei Qingsheng's face changed — what came crashing down was not a fist, but a collapsing mountain!

He exerted every effort to guard before him; Tang Luo's fist slammed down.

Mei Qingsheng both blocked and diverted the force, retreating continuously over twenty steps, each step leaving a footprint in the ground.

These footprints then spread into shallow pits.

Beyond the shallow pits cracks spread outward; in no time they covered nearly half the drill ground's surface.

Only with difficulty did he halt; Mei Qingsheng's shoes had utterly shattered. He looked at Tang Luo, mouth opening to speak, but a mouthful of fresh blood beat him to it.

Tang Luo withdrew his fist. That was right.

As martial arts masters, after a fight one side must spit blood — only then can it show injury and decide victory and defeat.

Not as gruesome as broken limbs; comparatively harmonious.

"What martial art is this?" Mei Qingsheng asked, his voice hoarse.

"Great Strength Monkey King Fist," Tang Luo said.

"Monkey Fist?" Mei Qingsheng's concept of martial arts was subverted.

Tang Luo nodded: "Correct."

Fake Monkey Fist: scratching ears and cheeks, leaping up and down, biting and clawing.

True Monkey Fist: still as a mountain, invading like fire, tyrannical beyond compare, spirit swallowing ten thousand miles like a tiger, one fist strikes out, rivers cease flowing, mountain peaks collapse.

These are the words of Sun Wukong; they have nothing to do with Tang Luo whatsoever.

After all, what Tang Luo used just now wasn't the Great Strength Monkey King Fist, merely the Great Hand Seal transforming into a fist.

"Are you a Grandmaster?" Tang Luo looked at Mei Qingsheng and asked.

Mei Qingsheng nodded with utter despair.

Having achieved Grandmaster, ordinary three to five Masters couldn't touch him at all. Let alone Da Qian, even looking across the whole world, he felt there were only a scant few opponents.

Yet he never expected a Jia Rong to appear backhanded, a single Monkey Fist move hammering him down.

Judging by his light and casual appearance, he simply hadn't exerted full strength.

But Mei Qingsheng just now had defended with all his might — although somewhat rushed, even with thorough preparation the situation wouldn't be much better.

At most he would only retreat a few steps.

"I see." Tang Luo looked at his own palm, a pensive expression on his face.

"May I ask, has Venerable reached the Supreme Grandmaster realm?" Mei Qingsheng cupped his fists and asked.

He was actually a rather pure martial artist; the accomplished is the teacher.

"Supreme Grandmaster — where in the world is there a Supreme Grandmaster? One must fight to know if it is so." Tang Luo said.

Supreme Grandmaster, that is legend.

Mei Qingsheng frowned slightly, seemingly pondering, then relaxed: "As for where a Supreme Grandmaster exists, whether one truly exists in the current world, I fear no one under heaven can answer. But if speaking of who in the current world is closest, most likely to be a Supreme Grandmaster, besides Venerable, it should be the Martial Dao Madman of Ding Nation, Lu Bu Lu Fengxian."

"Hm?"

Tang Luo's gaze instantly turned sharp, "Who did you say?"

"Lu Bu." Mei Qingsheng said.

Tang Luo first called out to Zhu Bajie in the gray mist, telling him to temporarily put down the matter at hand and go investigate the situation.

Then he asked: "This Lu Bu you speak of, does he have a Red Hare horse and wave a Sky-Piercing Halberd around?"

This description is very strange.

But basically correct.

Besides his hidden strength as the world's number one martial artist, Lu Bu's most outward characteristic is the Red Hare horse and the fierce weapon Sky-Piercing Halberd in hand.

Da Ding was originally a land of war and chaos; martial powerhouses are basically all battlefield general types.

In terms of martial force, it is the strongest of the Three Kingdoms, requiring the other two nations to join forces to contend.

However Da Ding itself, like its national title "Ding", although already established as a nation, internally is actually still in a state of opposition and strife.

Three major powers stand in a tripod standoff, cooperation, open and secret schemes, compromise, concession, vying for supremacy, barely achieving no more warfare, surface peace, internal consumption still severe.

Merely barely supporting the state body from collapse, unable to launch external wars again.

Purely from a martial force perspective, Da Ding can annex the other two nations.

Lu Bu, known as the Martial Dao Madman, is a man of Da Ding.

And he also does not belong to the three major powers, belonging to the neutral side, showing just how strong his strength is.

Receiving Mei Qingsheng's affirmative answer, Tang Luo's expression grew increasingly strange.

Isn't this Dream of the Red Chamber?

How did a Lu Bu suddenly pop out?

Feeling like this cart has gone off the rails by ten thousand eight thousand li.

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly Gu Ling's loud laughter came from that side, "Heaven bless our Da Qian, actually letting our Da Qian produce another Grandmaster!"

Laughing extremely happily, he walked before Tang Luo, bowed deeply, nearly snapping his waist: "Gu Ling, pays respects to Grandmaster!"

This bow, he had also given to Mei Qingsheng, but not bent nearly this severely.

Instantly the path was walked wide open.

Tang Luo accepted the bow calmly; if he didn't accept, Gu Ling would probably not sleep a wink when he returned.

Afterwards Tang Luo said: "No need for excessive courtesy, you are the Son of Heaven, the supreme honor of nine-five."

"Before a Grandmaster, what nobility is there to speak of..."

Gu Ling straightened his body, midway a "crack" sounded, his face changed, revealing an unbearable expression.

Injured his waist.

Originally a normal Qi Refining martial artist, even the lowest fifth rank, could not possibly injure their waist.

But Gu Ling was also fed pills up to sixth rank, then guided by a Master and even partially transmitted power, only then reaching fifth rank, which is already the limit.

Years of sitting reviewing memorials, his waist already had hidden injuries; true qi circulating was no hindrance.

Now his mind was in turmoil, accurately speaking, fear and worry plus forcing himself to hold on, he didn't expect to suddenly throw out his back.

Tang Luo looked at Gu Ling somewhat speechlessly: "You are the worst Qi Refining martial artist I've ever seen, bar none."

"Laughable, laughable." Gu Ling circulated true qi to soothe the pain.

He still intended to say something.

Tang Luo waved his hand, stepped to the side, and immersed into the gray mist.

This time fully online; inside Zhu Bajie was the same, his expression similar to Tang Luo's, revealing strangeness: "Master, investigated, not any secret matter. Among the Three Kingdoms, Da Ding's three major powers, the three Princes, are Wei King Cao Cao, Shu King Liu Bei, Wu King Sun Ce! The Son of Heaven Liu family is just a puppet decoration. The other nation Da Yin also has one hundred and eight Stars. Plus us..."

You think this is an immortal-demon martial arts Dream of the Red Chamber?

It's actually the Four Great Classical Novels!