Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 133 - Entering Han Pass from Hu Chen
Accompanied by the silence, Hong Wending fastened the hatchet in his hand to his belt, and the cold light in his eyes completely melted away, like a touch of white snow strayed in in March in Yangchun, and his temperament returned to the ordinary appearance of a handyman.

Master told him that this is a knife for chopping wood, so it should not see blood.

The two rescued girls froze in place, just blocking Hong Wending's way, so he patted the dust on his body and politely asked for an excuse.

"Please step aside, both of you, I'm going to chop wood."

The young and lively girl was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to get out of the way, but her mouth spit out a string of words faster than her head.

"Thank you, Young Hero, for saving my life... Could you tell us his name?"

Hong Wending, covered in firewood and soot, passed through the girl's fragrance with incomparable lightness, without any hesitation in his footsteps.

"No thanks, it's not convenient."

Hong Wending answered very simply - he could see that this was the girl's impulsive question, otherwise, based on the current position of the two parties, Hong Wending's leaving his name would obviously only cause trouble.

"Young man, we have no malicious intentions..."

The girl who was flatly rejected was dispirited, and she defended herself like a mosquito, full of grievances and unwillingness.

Hong Wending, who was about to leave, turned around and said seriously: "My master said that the more beautiful a woman is, the more she will deceive others. I don't believe what you said."

Then drifted away, and not long after, the sound of beetles chopping firewood sounded again in the backyard.

The youthful and lively girl froze, but the girl with creamy skin next to her came back to her senses, and suddenly whispered in her ear.

"Just now... he seemed to be praising us for being beautiful just now..."

When the words fell to the ground, the eyes of the two reappeared.

But compared with the two girls who were inexplicably excited, the people brought by Tian Guinong were all distracted, timid and timid, even evasively looking at the Fuwei Escort.

"Sun Tzu Army Struggle" says that the three armies can win the spirit, and the general can win the mind.That's why the vigor is sharp, the qi is lazy during the day, and the qi returns at dusk.A group of people aggressively came to kick the hall, but they were shown off by the two children, and their morale has fallen to the bottom.

Although Xiao Shitou, who appeared in front of the stage, acted fiercely and had strange and unspeakable martial arts, he only relied on means to subdue the opponent fiercely, and the opponent still had some anger in his heart.And Hong Wending's appearance on the stage has already made them amazed. He is a master at such a young age, and his movements are orderly, and he even embodies virtue in martial arts.

All the people present here understand that it is not difficult for children to practice physical training, boxing and leggings. Even a young martial artist like Tao Zian can be trained in time. Demons are nothing more than a crime of their own will.

But looking back at Hong Wending, at a young age, his boxing skills are rigorous and his sword skills are exquisite, and his sharpness in the small test has already surpassed many adults. He knows the whole leopard at a glance, and the bottomless martial arts background is reflected in it. It is by no means a coincidence. Disciples that can be cultivated.

The more they thought about it, the people present looked at Lin Zhennan, who had been shown to the point of numbness, and felt that the head of the Fuwei Escort Bureau, who had never shown his skills, seemed to be Yue Zhiyuan in every gesture, even with Mo Di behind him. The gold-lettered lord's signboard all complement each other...

The leader of Nanlulin is so terrifying!
At this time, Tian Guinong was also alarmed. Facing the expressionless Lin Zhennan, he felt that he must have fallen into the other party's trap. The intelligence obtained by the court spies was wrong. This Lin Zhennan is obviously superior in martial arts!

Therefore, even though he was more and more sure that what he was looking for was in his hands, he could only grit his teeth and show shame, and said in a low voice.

"Boss Lin's disciples are indeed excellent in martial arts. The juniors in the sect have repeatedly thrown bricks and made a fool of themselves, and only then can they see the martial arts of high-ranking disciples. Tian really admires it!"

Speaking of this, he deliberately said, "At the moment when the imperial court is employing people, I still hope that Lin Xiandi will be fair and upright, so that he can live up to His Majesty's favor."

Tian Guinong is still struggling. What is before him is not only the result of the frustration of the deterrence mission, but also the pressure of not being able to seize the treasure. If he fails to complete the two missions, then it will be really difficult for him to do the job.

Therefore, he still wanted to take a gamble, as long as he could win Lin Zhennan over to make up for the slight culpability of this action.

But at this moment, there was another sound of kicking and treading footsteps from the inner courtyard door that seemed to have magic power just now.

Ever since the door was kicked open, the monsters in Lin's mansion have come out one after another. The more inconspicuous the people who come out, the more frightening their behavior is. People in the Jianghu who are already superstitious will naturally have some indescribable randomness Lenovo.

In the midst of everyone's gaze, a little girl came out vigorously, looked at the guests in the lobby with a sinking face, and first saw Lin Zhennan who was bearded and silent.

"Chief Escort, have you seen my two senior brothers?"

Before the words finished, Ma Xingkong, the chief escort of Tianma Escort Bureau, got up instantly, and spoke loudly to the audience.

"Chief Escort Lin, there are still escorts from the Tianma Escort Bureau to leave, and I will come to pay a visit with generous gifts some other day! Escort leaders, let's go!"

Ma Xingkong walked resolutely, without any hesitation.

Nonsense, he clearly heard what the little girl said just now, and called them brothers!The two senior brothers in front were already stirring up wind and rain and making people suffocate. At this time, after you sang, another one ran out on the stage. It was obviously Lin Zhennan's scheme!
If he doesn't leave, it will be in vain to wink for so many years in the rivers and lakes!
With an order, the three armies were shaken, and the Pingyuan Escort Bureau and Yinma Escort Bureau were also moved, and followed them out of the mansion uncontrollably.No matter how unwilling Tian Guinong was at this time, he could only give Lin Zhennan a meaningful look, and left with all the Tianlongmen.

The only ones in the crowd who were still full of unwillingness were the two young girls who stood at the door and looked around endlessly.

"Chief Escort, didn't I hear Xiao Shitou say dinner was ready just now, why did everyone leave?"

Ning Die watched suspiciously as the crowd exited the gate of Fuwei Escort Bureau, leaving only a graceful and luxurious Yang engraved plaque like the tide receding.

She missed breakfast because of her practice, so she had no strength to walk. At this time, she was dizzy and her complexion was dark because of hunger, and her stomach let out a long, disappointing sound, "I'm so hungry, when will I have dinner..."

Lin Zhennan pondered for a while, only to feel that today was full of surprises, the obviously extremely unfavorable situation was reversed one after another, and the beauty of defeating the heroes was brought before him.

The world is not small, but it is not big. Tian Guinong came here on behalf of the Qing court. He wanted to kill chickens and monkeys, but he failed. The reputation and influence created by the spread are almost enough for Fuwei Escort to stabilize this green forest. The position of the leader of the South League is gone.

"Okay, eat, eat now. Tell everyone to come out, today is worthy of congratulations!"

On this day, Lin Zhennan was not the only one who stayed behind closed doors, and every square in Fuzhou City also received notices to strictly guard against raids.

After all, the joys and sorrows of thousands of families are different. Even in Gengwang Village in the south of the city, there is a frustrated person.

Everyone in the Geng family knew that since Geng Jingzhong was summoned to the inner palace to reprimand him three days ago, the era when the prince scolded Fang Qiu had passed along with the confinement.

The young Geng Jingzhong locked the door tightly and drank wine glass after glass. It was bitter and hard to swallow, but he still poured his glass tirelessly and repeated the same action.

The coat boy next to him didn't dare to speak for a long time. He had served Geng Jingzhong for a short time, and he had never seen his mood fluctuate so violently. The sinking, as if all emotions were burning, turned into ashes.

"Master, I can't drink any more..."

Seeing that Geng Jingzhong's pouring of wine stopped suddenly, it seemed that the coat boy bravely stepped forward and wanted to clean up the jug and wine glass on the table, but Geng Jingzhong's dull eyes suddenly became sharp, and there was a faint stabbing pain The look of the skin.

"Father asked you to monitor me, you are not small."

Geng Jingzhong was drunk, and without raising his head, he said a word in a straight voice.

The wrapped boy was suddenly stunned when he stretched out his hand, his eyes showed pleading and helpless eyes, as if all the strength in his body had been taken away, he suddenly knelt down on the ground and couldn't afford to kowtow.

Geng Jingzhong supported his forehead with the strength of alcohol, and continued talking without even looking at the other party.

"I asked you if you were afraid of death."

"I know that everyone in this world is afraid of death."

His voice was damaged by alcohol, and he was a little out of control, "Because I'm afraid too."

The coated boy's expression became more and more terrified, his own life was completely in the hands of the young man in front of him, there was no room for any power.Even if the other party wants to kill him with a knife, I can only obediently hand over the knife, and then help him find the thickest blood vessel——

Just like it is now.

Geng Jingzhong's hands trembled, the alcohol paralyzed his nerves, making him unable to judge the exact distance of the green agate waist knife in front of him, the first time he reached out and knocked down the wine bottle, Baici cut his hand, and the second time he grasped it and knocked it down The tablecloth was removed, so that the floor was in a mess.

But in the end, the green agate waist knife was still placed on the neck of the coated boy, and the blade leaned softly as if it was just a game.

"Master, I... I am..."

Geng Jingzhong squinted his eyes, half-seeing, concentrating on the green stone fan-shaped pen and inkstone on the ground.The painted Avalokitesvara on the smashed porcelain multicolored figure bottle next to it is also looking at everything in pieces.

"Do you know the origin of this knife...?"

Geng Jingzhong slowly withdrew the knife, the green agate knife gleamed brightly, reflecting a contemptuous, mean and unlucky face.That face was like him, like others, and like all the annoying faces in the world. Once you see it once, you will never forget it.

The wrapped boy shivered, letting Geng Jingzhong's feet step on his head, trying to lie flat and blend into the floor tiles.

"It was the sixth year of Shunzhi. My grandfather hanged himself in Ji'an, Jiangxi Province because he was a fugitive and feared crime. There is a glimmer of hope for Xijue."

"As usual, I stayed in the capital as the future heir, and was later called into the palace to study with the emperor who was born in the same year as me..."

Speaking of this, Geng Jingzhong played with the green agate waist knife in his hand, and said in a very strange tone, "You have to know, what a blessing this is!"

Geng Jingzhong stopped talking, and the air in the room became cloudy with the smell of alcohol. The wrapped boy was shivering, and his breath couldn't even blow the dust all over the floor.

Geng Jingzhong narrowed his eyes and recalled.

On the day of entering the palace, the child of the same age sitting on the throne had a horse face, and the empress dowager next to her had a long face. The mother and son remained silent for a long time, watching a menacing man in military uniform slam the door and leave.

Shunzhi looked at himself for a long time, and suddenly said that he wanted to ride a horse by himself.

Geng Jingzhong, who was well-dressed and well-dressed, was pushed to the ground by several Niu Luzhangjing before he could react. He looked at the queen mother next to him for help, but the woman with a typical Mongolian appearance turned her head away and said something that should let the child Let's play.

"Since my father gave me the name of 'Jing Zhong', I have made great achievements outside for many years, and I am now in this position. I will never forget this matter."

During the two years of studying with him in the palace, Geng Jingzhong often thought about how he would die.

The hanged ghost opened his mouth and tongue, the drowned ghost's belly was as big as a drum, the murdered ghost's blood flowed all over the ground, and the dead ghost smashed into mud. Whenever Shunzhi was reprimanded by Dorgon, he would humiliate himself in different ways and force himself to be The cow is a horse, and the low is a small, never tired of it.

Geng Jingzhong waited until the eighth year of Shunzhi when Geng Jimao officially took over the title, and then he got the qualification to leave the palace and return to the vassal.At that moment, he realized that his ability to leave the palace was not only due to destiny, but also to Geng Jimao's loyalty to kill the Han people outside.

"That's why this waist knife was given to me by the Holy Majesty on the day I left the palace. He earnestly encouraged me to cultivate myself for the country, and even if I encounter some setbacks in the future, I don't need to worry about it."

The horse-faced Shunzhi gave him this knife to always warn him that Geng Jingzhong didn't have the courage to commit suicide at the beginning, and he will only be killed by him in the future. Thunder, rain and dew are all the grace of the king. This emperor's mind spread in the Jianzhou tribe, It is enough to destroy a person's self-esteem and create a machine that can only be loyal.

On the day Geng Jimao took his eldest son back, he didn't say a word.He looked at the suddenly taciturn and sallow-faced child, but he just recruited his own soldiers and confidantes, and in front of Geng Jingzhong, he uttered the treasonous prophecy that "the son of heaven is divided into fire ears".

"I saw my father today, he is still in good health, and his old diseases have recovered a lot. I am really pleased."

Geng Jingzhong showed a smile, but hid the true meaning in his eyes.

Geng Jingzhong is afraid of death, but he can't think of his father, that murderous butcher, who is also afraid of death. Now he is desperately eating, absorbing all the nutrients that are useful for survival, as if everything is just for survival.

Three days ago, Geng Jingzhong finally saw his father. In his memory, the mighty general who carried his armor with him, the head of the family with cold eyes and no anger, the vassal king who helped people in danger and fought south and north. It turned into a meat ball stuck on the seat, and the result of the rapid accumulation of fat was that even the basic facial features were cramped and messed up, with the hair on top like a joke.

"The Elephant Garden and the Crane Garden in the Wangfu have been built one after another, and the Gaoyao Baishi has enough materials. I can solve my father's worries and problems, so what is there to complain about?"

Jokes, he has nothing to complain about.

Geng Jingzhong sneered and thought of the "God Elephant" in the Elephant Garden, which caused panic all the way from the appearance in Guangzhou City, and the legend of eating people has never ceased. After all, elephants are common in Tianzhu. The fangs grow wantonly, and the "Idol" that bends the chi plate when walking is not acceptable to ordinary people.

Not to mention the "fairy mountain cranes" in the crane garden that come from the secret realm of Qingcheng and have never been seen in real life. It is said that they are also related to a strange martial arts "Eight Steps of Snake and Crane" that has been extinct for a long time in the rivers and lakes. shallow.

"I don't believe a word of what those demon monks said. Now I can only thank the Buddha, Dharma, and monks for their blessings. Therefore, with this glass of wine, I wish my father good health and a long life!"

Geng Jingzhong laughed heartily and picked up a piece of the broken wine jug, sucked the remaining liquor on it whole, and swallowed it mixed with blood, regardless of the cut lip.

Geng Jingzhong is naturally very clear about what his father did in Fuzhou City. He always thought that he would get a clear explanation, because everything in this palace will belong to him in the future, and the Geng family should have no secrets from him.

But this time, he found that he was wrong.Geng Jimao had obviously reached a certain agreement with the Qing court, and the arrival of the imperial envoy showed that the Geng family chose to give in and let it go.

Geng Jingzhong knew very well that Shunzhi's current body couldn't last long. Those weird lamas who chanted scriptures and cast spells for him day and night in the palace were his blood and breath as an inhuman.

There is great terror between life and death, and the abnormality of the three mountains and two pagodas in Fuzhou all proves that the father and king are becoming increasingly obsessed with madness and desperate in his eyes.

"Now it's up to Lin Zhennan's performance. I hope he won't be like the White Lotus Sect, and suddenly disappear for something... Get up, I won't really kill you."

Geng Jingzhong moved his feet away from the head of the wrapped servant, "I have known your identities as spies since the day you were sent to Prince Geng's mansion, and when I become King Jingnan, you will also be regarded as a minister of the hidden mansion."

The boy lay on the ground without answering, and did not dare to make any movements.

Geng Jingzhong frowned and said, "What? Is this son helping you up personally?!"

He stretched out his foot and kicked the servant, but the servant remained motionless, lying on the ground.

All of a sudden, Geng Fan Dutong Zengyang disregarded the obstruction of the soldiers outside, pushed through the door with his helmet on and barged in, and frowned unceasingly when he smelled the lingering smell of alcohol in the room—he was Geng Jingzhong's former soldier One, even in the Geng family, he has only one master, Geng Jingzhong.

"My son is so self-deprecating, what does it look like! I heard Bai Xianzhong said that you were imprisoned by the prince, so I rushed back to Fuzhou day and night!"

Zeng Yangxing was out of breath, and his speech was full of gunpowder.

"Old Zeng, what kind of son am I now... Even a servant dares to ignore me... If you don't come back, no one in this house will take me seriously..."

Geng Jingzhong staggered to his feet, stared drunkenly at Zeng Yangxing, fell down on the bed before finishing a few words, and fell into a deep sleep.

There are still wet bloodstains on Zeng Yangxing's armor, and the movement of taking off the pocket with both hands is also stuck in the middle.

He received a secret order written by Geng Jingzhong, and rushed back to Prince Geng's mansion with his own soldiers. The letter said that Geng Jingzhong was besieged in the mansion to resist and desperately needed rescue, but now it seems that he has only been imprisoned for the past few days Geng Jingzhong was the only one in the house.

Oh, no, there should be a corpse of a servant who had died on the ground for several days and had rotted and discolored, with a knife mark running through his neck.

(End of this chapter)