Chapter 148
The Nether Alley is brightly lit, and the Qing soldiers coming and going are digging the ground, trying to find the rumored entrance to the underground palace. However, this chilling and strange former Song Dynasty Alley full of confetti still makes them feel a little uneasy in their hearts.
"Report to the general, the centurions ahead have not found the location of the underground palace, and the monk Yankong sent someone to the alley to urge them to leave. How should the subordinates reply?"
Looking at the entire Jiangnan, the Eight Banners Army, which can be regarded as elite, now took off their shirts and sweated profusely in the alleys, but in vain—this absurd and weird scene made General Annan Dasu frown.
But seeing him turn the copper wrench full of wear marks, the otter tail on the top of the helmet trembled slightly with the sound, the brim of the hat could no longer cover the gray temples.
"Let that guy Yankong get away."
Dasu said slowly, but there was no kindness in his words.
"He has been in Fuzhou City for less than ten days, and his scriptures are like snowflakes. If it weren't for the Holy Majesty's protection, he would have been dismissed and questioned. If you don't want me to read a book, just wait outside!"
In front of Yankong, Dasu had the confidence to say this.
The water warfare in the south of the Yangtze River is no different than that in the north. The current imperial court is second to none in terms of seniority, ability, and loyalty. He was ordered to encircle and suppress Zheng Ni in the south of the Yangtze River.
What's more, Dasu himself knew the great achievements of Monk Yankong's trip, how could it be his turn to get a Han man whose origin is unclear!
As the confidant in front of him got up and went to reply, another confidant came from the depths of the alley, his tone was puzzled and complaining, and his rough eyebrows were full of evil spirits.
"General, the things here are so urgent? Can't we wait for the soldiers and civilians to dig?"
"Now that the court is not stable and the military strength is limited, the Minister of the Household Department, Che Ke, is still desperately raising money and food, and building ships to support him. How can he easily change the road and waste money and food?"
Hearing the doubts from his subordinates, Dasu was a little annoyed, but he still patiently comforted him, "Nowadays is not the same as in the past, and the imperial court is already in short supply. It is better to spend a small amount of money to do big things."
What Da Su said is also true. The Qing court’s battle to retake Jiangnan from Zheng Chenggong seems to be over, but in fact it is just the beginning of everything. Just the rebuilding of the corrupted coastal defenses and military posts along the Yangtze River means that a lot of money is thrown out. No turning back.
What is even more difficult to recover is the people's hearts that are just around the corner.
After regaining Jiangnan, Shunzhi began to liquidate all the officials and people who surrendered to Zheng Chenggong during this period, no matter whether they were shot or killed, as long as they were involved in apostasy, they would be killed.In just one month, tens of thousands of people in the Jiangnan area died in the post-war liquidation, all adult men were killed, and all wives and underage children were exiled into slavery.
Dasu even heard that someone in the court had written a proposal, saying that the sea ban should be strictly enforced, and immigration should be relocated until Zheng Chenggong was forced to death, starved to death, and locked in the vast ocean.
Dasu faintly sensed that Shunzhi's heart had hardened now, and he couldn't tolerate any betrayal, no matter what the reason for other people's betrayal was.
Many people said that the former Shunzhi still had favor with Dorgon, Prince Rui, and anyone who was willing to submit to him would accept it, but this time he didn't even allow an explanation, and he was even more unwilling to see surrender, focusing on Jiangnan. Killing heads rolling.
In fact, everything was already there. He still remembered that after Dorgon's death, Prince Azige dispatched 300 people and his son's relatives to personally transport Dorgon's coffin back to the capital, but he was suddenly surrounded outside Deshengmen. All the soldiers were killed.
Not to mention, Gang Lin, who conveyed the news to Emperor Shunzhi, was beheaded instead of being awarded a reward. Isn't this killing people to silence them, so that there is no evidence for death?
Now that Da Su wants to please Shunzhi, he has no choice but to please Shunzhi.When the respected Prince Nikan died in Hengzhou, he also led troops to cruise not far away. Naturally, he knew that Nikan was trapped in an ambush and died of exhaustion because he exhausted his energy in advance because he led the army to march day and night.
His keen intuition for war gave him the ability to learn and reflect. It is better to be slow when commanding an army, and to fight steadily and set up camp along the way.
Dasu sighed slightly in his heart.
He is not young anymore, his seniority will become a burden no matter how "deep" his qualifications are, and his ability will no longer be outstanding one day, and the emperor's mind is elusive, and many things will be difficult to grasp at that time.
Therefore, today I have to take five hundred horses with my cronies to travel alone.
One thing he kept in his heart that he didn't dare to say was that the current emperor's methods were becoming more and more extreme, and his temper was becoming more and more similar to that of Prince Rui Dorgon...
At this moment, an urgent report woke him up from his wandering mind, and the voices in Nether Alley were suddenly extremely noisy, mixed with voices of shouting and shoving each other. .
This made Dasu even more annoyed, and from the entrance of Youming Alley, he stepped forward with his sword in his armor and cursed angrily: "What's the mess! I was scared away by the West Lake before, but now I have to scare myself again?!"
Afterwards, footsteps came from the alley, but luckily it wasn't him fleeing in a panic as he was worried about.
At this time, it was still late at night and the dew was heavy, but it was still late at sunrise, and the men who followed him in the north and south were wearing single clothes covered in mud. At this time, they were withdrawing from Nether Lane in an orderly manner in the chaos, shouting in Manchu The companions at the entrance of the alley prepared their armor and weapons, as if they were encountering an enemy in a field battle.
The crowd was like a tide, and the soldiers of the Eight Banners tacitly gave way to Dasu, and began to put on armor involuntarily, and an adjutant came to report the situation alone.
"General, there is a murderer suddenly attacking and hurting people in the alley. His behavior seems extremely strange, as if... haunted!"
"Haunted... Could it be that ghost-masked man who hides his head and shows his tail?"
There was a suspicious look in Dasu's eyes. The reason why he came here was because of the information provided by someone.If this is a trap, then what he is facing is not good, "Those with complete armor obey the order, and a team of five will follow me to investigate!"
This Eight Banners team has a very high rate of armor. They wear silk collars of azure and other colors on the back. The neck guards and ear guards are embroidered with patterns and decorated with copper and iron foam nails.The armor has both armor and aprons. There are shoulder guards on the shoulders of the armor coat, armpit guards under the shoulder guards, and a shiny metal heart mirror on the chest and back.
Years of combat literacy ensured that they would not be chaotic in the face of the enemy. With the cooperation of two pairs, they quickly formed six five-man squads, covering each other with the formation of fighting off horses, closely following the general of Annan Dasu, and walking again. Enter this eerie and eerie alley.
On both sides of the narrow alleyway, there are high-strength buildings. The blue bricks have been dug deep here and there, and the moss and wet soil have been thrown everywhere. They don't stop until they see muddy muddy water.
Rows of balance gates in front of you oppressively cover the sky, making people's vision intertwine with nothing, ups and downs, and harsh sounds are faintly heard from the walls on both sides, accompanied by their footsteps and the sound of weapons colliding, mixed together. Together one after another.
Dasu frowned and said, "Is this the sound that frightened you all?"
The confidant quickly explained: "The general misunderstood, this voice has already been checked by a water wheel in the courtyard - the really weird thing is still ahead."
At the end of Nether Alley's field of vision, there is a building that has been in ruins for a long time. It firmly blocks the alley, turning it into a dead end.
"General, look at the top."
Pointing to the shadows coming and going on the majestic ruined wall, Wu Xing said anxiously, "There was the sound of ghosts crying just now, there is vaguely something floating..."
The Eight Banners, who had no weapons on their bodies just now, were taken aback. At this time, the excitement had not yet passed, and General Annan Dasu squinted his eyes and was familiar with it. It took a long time for him to say a decisive sentence from his teeth.
"Pretending to be a ghost, shooting arrows!"
The soldiers of the Eight Banners seemed to have been kicked, and they stretched their bows and arrows proficiently, and a rain of arrows flew away, smashing the broken tiles and rocks on the ruined wall, and rolling down a cloud of dust.
But as the dust drifted away, the two figures, one black and one white, were still erratic on the ruined wall. The black was stagnant, and the white was dazzling, like a ghost lingering in this dark alley, looking at the deep alley in front of his eyes. dying person.
What is even more difficult to ignore is that a figure slowly stood up on the top of the long-destroyed building.
Dasu's good eyesight was excellent, and he clearly saw something in the figure's hand fluttering in the wind.
Compared with the two distinct black and white figures, the figure standing on the top of the ruined wall is too thin, and there is no intention to hide it with his back to the crowd, just standing so alone holding a flag, facing the biting cold wind in silence.
When the strong wind hit, the long silk banner with black characters on a white background seemed indestructible, strands of rags drifted away with the wind, turning into fragments of wreckage, and even the writing on it began to blur in the air, almost It will disappear.
The theory of ghosts and gods is elusive, but what you see with your own eyes can be truly grasped. As the inexplicable surprise and panic at first sight passed, the Eight Banners led by Dasu gradually settled down and recovered the way a warrior of hundreds of battles should have. mentality.
Surrounded by the crowd, Dasu stepped forward slowly, and said loudly: "The Imperial General Annan is here, who are you who dare to play tricks here? Hurry up and get out of the way!!"
"General Annan?"
The figure suddenly turned around, and the pieces of silk on the banner flew all over the sky, as if countless paper money were blowing away with the wind, and a black and white figure also floated to the ground, looking fiercely at the Qing soldiers, the blood-red The eyes are lifeless, as if looking at a group of dead people.
And on the long silk banner with black characters on a white background, it is clearly written: "Kuimen looks forward to the king's coming every day, and the Baidi people think about it after going away. It's like going to the Yellow Pavilion early, and the rain all over the sky is always without thinking .”
"So Song Feitian, the great general of martial arts, who dares to stop him from traveling?"
The elite swords and guns of the Eight Banners lined up, full of murderous aura.
Jiang Wen's condescending gaze swept across the audience, he looked thoughtfully at the dimly lit Fuzhou City, and sighed slowly.
"Don't want to go? Then stay here."
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Changes in Nether Alley came one after another, and the sound of shouting and killing was endless. It was not until a group of Eight Banners elites escorted the nobles hastily passed by that no one reacted in the chaos.
Monk Yankong stood at the entrance of the Nether Alley with fixed eyebrows, turning a blind eye to the hurried soldiers and horses around him, and cast his eyes coldly at the entrance of the alley, turning the anger of being intercepted tonight into reality.
The Eight Banners standing in front of him still refused to give up. Monk Yankong waved the wide sleeves of his monk's robe to push aside the crowd, smashed his head, and broke into the entrance of Nether Alley.
He found that the Eight Banners, fully armored, were falling along the high wall of Youming Lane, with their heads hanging slightly against the corner of the wall.
There is no obvious wound on these Eight Banners. It seems that the funeral procession is kneeling beside the road without saying a word. There are only pools of blood that are gradually fainting and getting bigger and bigger, converging into a bright red stream flowing down the alley. mouth.
Monk Yankong's pupils suddenly narrowed because he saw a familiar person.
The two looked at each other with a distance of less than ten feet. Countless people passed by them, wanting to avoid them like a scourge, but their footsteps remained motionless, and they didn't even blink their eyes.
"If you don't cultivate masters, Jiang Mou will not be able to meet you again after a long absence, and you still hope to forgive your sins."
As soon as Jiang Wen finished speaking, Monk Yankong burst out laughing.
"I knew I would run into you a long time ago, but I didn't expect to meet you here. Fuzhou City is in danger tonight, and you dare to come here to die!"
There was a flash of surprise in Jiang Wen's tone.
"Sure enough, you know something. The city of Fuzhou is full of treacherous clouds and turbulent forces. I planned to clean up the chessboard before finding someone to settle the score, but now it seems that you are a 'river pawn' who can advance and never retreat. what."
The dust and wind gradually picked up, and the sound of horseshoes made both of them move in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Wen suddenly jumped high, dodging Monk Yankong's incomparably powerful Vajra Palm, leaving only a deep palm print on the wall behind him.
Jiang Wen, who had just killed 76 Qing soldiers with his sword, had already exhausted most of his internal energy at this time, and the elite of the Eight Banners was finally difficult to deal with, and they couldn't completely keep the opponent with the advantage of street fighting.
Jiang Wen couldn't maintain his peak state at the moment, so he chose not to take advantage of it, and looked for opportunities to advance by retreating.
However, Monk Yankong's moves became more and more fierce, and the powerful Vajra Fingers and Vajra Prajna Palms were like clouds and mist, pervasive. Within three feet of his body, only the shadows of fingers and palms were densely covered, and even his subordinates could not get close.
"Is that all you can do?"
Monk Yankong yelled angrily, "It's just like the Fuwei Escort, it's trash, it deserves to be taken out of the city and counted as death!"
Unmoved, Jiang Wen waved his sword to block one after another, and his moves were seamless and seamless. The two saw their moves in the alley so exquisitely and swiftly that even martial artists who had practiced their moves for many years might not be able to match them.
"Master, it's absurd. The bodyguards of the Fuwei Bodyguard Bureau sneaking out of the city is certainly a way to seek death, but isn't it the same reason for you to send people to rob and kill?"
Regarding Monk Yankong's slander, Jiang Wen just smiled lightly, "May I ask, the master sent so many people under his command, how many of them have come back to report to you?"
The Chang brothers were still lurking in the dark and did not move. The two of them did not sleep for three days and three nights. It was not as simple as simply insomnia.
This game of chess is a life-and-death battle. Both Black and White Peaks think they have a chance to win, but once they fall into the "two catastrophe cycle" situation, no one will be able to win if they don't drain the last bit of life from both sides. lose, and the person who can win in the end will only be the third chess player who suddenly appears...
Although the power of the two is limited, it is not difficult to rob and kill Monk Yankong's subordinates in reverse. I dare not say 100%, and it is still easy to complete.
Monk Yankong frowned, stepped forward without hesitation, and didn't care about the life and death of his subordinates at all.Jiang Wen suddenly stretched out his left palm, drew a circle on his chest in a simple and unremarkable movement, and then pushed it outward with a whistling sound.
The Vajra Prajna Palm struck like the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, while Jiang Wen raised his palm like a king lifting a tripod, and entered his palm like a giant pushing a mountain. The two palms separated immediately. He bounced back with strength, and didn't stop until his back hit the alley wall. The wall visibly shook for a while, and then dust rolled up in the sky.
"Master Jiang is very good at kung fu, drinking and eating meat every day, and lingering with women. Jiang really admires it. It's not convenient to use it here. Why don't we fight again in another place!"
Jiang Wen smiled indifferently, jumped up and slanted away on the wall without leaving a trace.The murderous look in Monk Yankong's eyes was overwhelming, he kicked on the wall and flew up with his strength, and chased after Jiang Wen relentlessly.
Not far from Youming Lane is a turbulent river in the city. From a distance, you can see that the water in the river is swollen, and the turbid waves are undulating. It has flowed backwards and flooded many farmlands. At that time, it became the source of instigating the flood peak.
The secluded spring and sea eyes under the city of Fuzhou have already appeared, and the murderous big yellow spring in the mouth of Hongyang protector Huangji is ready to come out at this moment.
The two stood by the river chasing each other, and Jiang Wen was also surrounded by Monk Yankong and his men, but his expression remained indifferent.
Monk Yankong threw off his monk's robe, revealing his steel-like muscles in the cold night. His palms were empty in the front and full in the back, making people dizzying. Then he raised his palms while crossing the crotch protectors, like drawing a bow to gain momentum Zhixing slammed a palm close to his body.
The twelve successful powers of Vajra Prajna Palm appeared, Jiang Wen did not dare to take a step forward carelessly, waved his palms up with both palms on the same side, and swung them over the top on the same side. The six dragons control the sky, and the six yangs are born from the emptiness, and the posture is also changed from shrinking to stretching, attacking from the head, body and tail in three directions.
When the strong dragon is pressing down on the land, the four fields are divided, and the five lakes are full of turmoil. Jiang Wen is holding the rein like an extremely skilled imperial hand. When fighting together, he opens his palms, fists, and elbows, and forcibly controls this overwhelming force. Stopped the situation of disintegration.
Seeing the subtle situation, Monk Yankong's subordinates did not know what to do and wanted to rush forward. They only thought it was a pot of calm water, but they didn't know the strength of the force that disturbed the fight, just like a cup of boiling water overflowing. A slight shake will burn people.
As soon as the subordinate with the scar on his face touched his body, he was thrown away by the force of the two of them, and his mouth was almost full of blood.
But under such a serious injury, the man was able to stand up unsteadily, with many black rune writing on the torn chest, and then he grabbed a sharp knife with fierce eyes, and was about to go up quickly. Go forward.
Jiang Wen was not polite either, and kicked him into the rolling waves in the middle of the violent fight like firecrackers, and instantly swallowed him, and the rest were terrified and dared not go forward again.
"If you don't cultivate master, your internal strength is definitely not achieved overnight. You must have stayed in Shaolin Temple for a long time. Don't you have any compassion?"
After Monk Yankong heard about it, he looked up to the sky and laughed as if he had heard something funny.
"Hahaha, absurd! The earth is boundless and the sky is lawless. I don't need that hypocritical fake mercy. I just want to be the real Buddha who controls the lives of thousands of people!"
Then the evil image on Monk Yankong's face recovered, "I let you go only because I wanted to recruit you, but today it seems that you are obsessed with obsession, so just die!"
Monk Yankong didn't care at all about the dangerous situation that ordinary people would die if they touched it. The martial arts passed down from the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions was fearless.
"If you don't practice masters, do you know a way to kill yourself, and a martial art that gets better the more you study it?"
Jiang Wen's gaze was unbiased, but it only fell on his ankle that was bitten by a small stone.
The gauze wrapping the wound had long since burst, revealing a deep wound that hadn't healed at all, and even the blood had a strange black color, making it extremely strange.
Monk Yankong's eyes were murderous, but Jiang Wen clearly saw wisps of black air entangled in his eyes, cruising around his pupils, which was as one with the cold aura of Monk Yankong.
Jiang Wen already has a glimpse of the whole leopard, from which he can see the indelible imprint of the South Shaolin Secret Dragon-shaped Fist, which maintains a strange symbiotic relationship with this body named Yankong, neither increasing nor decreasing, neither dirty nor unclean .
A trace of struggle flashed in Monk Yankong's eyes, as if he had sensed that something was wrong with him, and all his strength was drained like flowing water. The secret dragon-shaped fist that would only erupt at the moment of life and death was quietly and unknowingly triggered. Invaded into one's own will...
The opponent is planning to draw out the Dragon Fist!
"To be honest, my martial arts aptitude is mediocre, and I have a lot of external skills but not good at it. It's just ridiculous to use it. It's not as good as your excellency. I have to use some small tricks as a last resort."
Jiang Wen stood with his hands behind his back, with a very humble attitude.
But Monk Yankong listened to the other party's words, only felt that the other party was talking ironically, and the yin and yang were strange to himself. The twisted secret dragon-shaped fist in his body could no longer be restrained, and transformed into a weird posture of twisting tendons and dividing bones. When you make a move, you will set off a gust of wind!
But Jiang Wen smiled slightly, took a step back and opened the distance without showing any trace: "Your Excellency's martial art has been entangled with my second disciple for a long time. I have devoted myself to his situation, and I will naturally understand it as time goes by."
Jiang Wen put on a martial arts posture similar to that of Monk Yankong. His hands looked like palms but not palms, like long dragons diving into the abyss and swimming dragons exploring claws.
In this encounter between the two strong players, Jiang Wen's fists were like misty rain, disturbing the breeze, and easily blocked the extremely violent secret dragon-shaped fist of Monk Yankong, but if you look carefully, the moves used by the two are clearly the same. The difference can be distinguished in some minor details.
With every punch and every kick, the two of them were entangled with all their strength. Monk Yankong's subordinates were even dazzled suddenly, and they could no longer see the two figures in front of them, but two black dragons by the riverside in the illusion. Fighting, with the river behind you pouring mud and sand, you can't tell the difference!
When the two fought, it was Monk Yankong who made the first move, and Jiang Wen followed up with the same move with a slight difference, but it happened that such small things continued to accumulate, and it became Jiang Wen who was the last to attack and suppressed. Live in the South Shaolin Secret Dragon Form Fist that once made people's faces change!
"Fortunately, I am proficient in small formless kungfu. All martial arts in the world can get their meaning and forget their form. Since ancient times, if there is no form, it will be magical, if it is small, it will be pure and empty. Only after it has no form and no trace can it be green."
Before the words fell, Jiang Wen's palms also rushed out of the bitter wind, and they were no longer as majestic as the branches and leaves of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms before. Every movement of his hands and feet is full of ferocious air that kills the enemy and defeats the sharp edge of the crossbow. .
"That's why I boldly integrated Tianshan Zhemei Shou into the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon, relying on the small non-phase kung fu to push it to the peak, imitating a unique martial art in the world that specifically restrains the secret dragon-shaped fist, please give me your advice! "
The secret dragon-shaped boxing can rely on hand-to-hand combat, absorb the essence of the opponent's martial arts to innovate, and deduce it by itself until it is far stronger than the opponent. .
Jiang Wen has always been troubled by the characteristics of this martial art. He can't beat him or scold him.But if the opponent is not Hong Wending, then with his high-level views in martial arts, he has already thought of a method that can be called fighting poison with poison.
The secret dragon-shaped boxing is tangible but intangible, and will derive completely different characteristics depending on the host, but the weakness lies here after all. It is the ever-changing way of yin and yang with long strikes and short strikes, and odd victories No matter how fast the dragon-shaped fist grows, it cannot overcome the situation of being targeted innately like it is now.
Tianshan Zhemeishou can imitate the world's unarmed martial arts, absorbing the essence of Yankong Monk's Longxingquan reversely at every moment, and imitating his ultimate move after thousands of tempers, and the Eighteen Palms of Subduing Dragon is the most firm and rigid The peak martial arts of the foreign family, and has been practiced to the point where the severity, hardness and softness are as you like, and the strength and softness are mixed together, and finally stimulated by the incomparable little non-phase kung fu, it is like being thrown into a hot furnace, the brilliance of the birth of the sword and magic soldier I can't hide it anymore!
The combined use of these martial arts consumes a lot of internal energy, but I have to admit that Jiang Wen has already relied on the huge number of martial arts schools to embark on a path that forcibly overwhelms the secret Dragon Form Fist!
Jiang Wen didn't speak any more, he could clearly see that there was a turbulent wave in Monk Yankong's spiritual altar, which had not yet been wiped out.
Attacking the mind is paramount, the Vajra Prajna Palm and the Vigorous Vajra Finger are his housekeeping skills, and the secret dragon-shaped boxing is his nightmare that cannot be shaken off in this life.
But now this invincible martial arts is dwarfed by Jiang Wenxin's martial arts. Even if he tries his best to imitate and learn the opponent's martial arts moves, it is far behind the opponent's exquisite and quick changes. The front and the back suddenly reached the point where even the secret dragon-shaped fist was extremely difficult, and there was nowhere to say it, suppressing the secret dragon-shaped fist forever!
"As a master, of course he is better than an apprentice in every aspect..."
Jiang Wen mobilized [-]% of his internal strength. He knew that this martial art was indeed invincible, but it had the same serious flaws as the secret Dragon Form Fist.
First of all, the process of imitation is always starting from scratch, and once the opponent is changed, there will no longer be such a clear pertinence; secondly, it consumes too much internal energy, and using the three martial arts together will almost exhaust his insufficient internal energy; finally You must also have an understanding beyond ordinary people, so that you can imitate and improve in a minute, and excel in blue!
But Monk Yankong didn't know all this. Jiang Wen had clearly seen the black energy in the opponent's eyes growing, surging, and flooding. Finally, his whole mind was expelled, and he turned into an unconscious humanoid killer!
This ferocious and hard-to-train pawn was so dangerous that Jiang Wen had to let him leave the field as soon as possible!
Yankong trembled violently all over his body, sweat dripping from his steel-like body, the bones were shattered, twisted and broken in the battle beyond the limit, and they were barely glued together by muscle contraction.
His consciousness fell into chaos, the light in front of his eyes gradually dimmed, and the beliefs he usually ignited by relying on sex and wealth fell apart, and his foothold seemed to collapse into a bottomless abyss, and his whole body fell into an endless darkness .
His chaotic will was still disintegrating, and the idea of falling asleep was gradually becoming stronger, leaving only a faint voice hovering in his ears.
Yankong...
Yankong...
Monk Yankong wanted to open his eyes in a daze, but his eyelids were as heavy as a huge boulder. No matter how hard he tried, he still remained motionless, so he could only prick up his ears to listen, trying to distinguish what the other party said.
Yankong!
Yankong!
The frequent calls hadn't stopped yet, and Yankong was furious, finally gaining some sober strength.He tried his best to let out a cry, trying to make the other party's continuous shouting stop quickly.
Yan Kong! !
Yan Kong! !
At this moment, he just wanted to lie peacefully in the darkness until eternity, so Yankong struggled to use powerful martial arts, but his body was weak and involuntary, as if he had turned into a fragile child.
A wave of fear suddenly surged into his heart, and after he was excited, he loosened his thoughts again.
It turned out to be the case.
There has always been only one call to him, but he has repeated it tens of thousands of times in his heart, turning it into an echo from the bottom of his heart to the sky.
Actually that sentence is very short.
[Yankong! !Run and don't look back! !Keep running and you can live! ! 】
The wooden puppet alley in Southern Shaolin was filled with blood and mist. In the middle of the night, no one knew why, all the Shaolin disciples who had practiced the secret dragon-shaped boxing from Abbot Zhishan, no matter monks or laymen, came here entangled by some kind of voice. Here, the brutal killing of each other began.
Brothers who were originally as close as a family no longer care about the friendship. The dead hands that are forbidden in the daily sparring, the insidious tricks learned in the rivers and lakes, and the trump cards that should be used to meet the enemy are all used logically at this time. Eyes, kicking the crotch, punching acupuncture points, and hitting the ribs are all extremes.
The narrow wooden puppet alley turned into a Gu refining box, and an indescribable voice rang out in their heads indiscriminately, bewitching them to continue fighting and fighting until the last person who survived was found...
Horrible memories exploded in Yankong's mind. The similar scene made him feel pain when he thought about it, and his brain almost flowed out of his earholes.
Yes, it's like it is now, just like the martial arts of the man in front of him!
That night, he used the martial arts he had learned by stealing from his master on weekdays, and killed the new disciples with every move and style. He only felt a raging fire growing in his body, almost igniting a prairie fire!
There are more and more scars on his body, but the strange killing intent is getting stronger and stronger, even the breath he is trying to spit out and the beating heartbeat are trying to be tempered into killing moves.
But his killing stopped after all, a familiar figure stood in front of him, knocked him down easily, and also crushed the surging flames in his body.
The bewitching voice was still echoing, he closed his eyes and waited for death, this is the rule in Wooden Man Alley tonight, losers have nothing but death.But the pain he expected never appeared, instead the voice of his good friend Monk Haizhi rang out.
The other party's voice was also full of pain, and his hands were stained with the blood of his fellow disciples.
[Yankong! !Run and don't look back! !Keep running and you can live! ! 】
The sound lasted only a few breaths, but Yankong seemed to have experienced the birth and death of countless worlds.He suddenly woke up from the chaos, and began to run backwards desperately, and the bewitching voice in his ear became weaker and weaker.
The exit of Wooden Man Lane is just a few steps ahead, everything tonight may be just a crazy nightmare, after waking up, everything may return to normal!
Just when he was thinking this way, the bewitching voice in his ear suddenly grew stronger, muttering to make him look back, all this is false, and the dream is about to wake up.
So Yankong looked back subconsciously...
At this moment, the world is broken like the surface of water, and the samsara is like the world. Only a figure sitting cross-legged slightly raised his head, as if he wanted to ask the world why they are stubborn and how to get rid of it.
He is indescribable, as large as space, and suddenly becomes smaller.
He may form hundreds of thousands of bodies in one body, and merge into one body.
He may be on this side, but he is on the other side, and suddenly he is in the middle.
He may walk on land as on water, or tread on water as on flat ground.
He cut open his stomach, took out something, and threw it into the world like a discarded bag, leaving only the crazy mountains and seas of madness and bloody waves.
Then, he glanced at Yankong, showing a very secretive smile.
With just one eye, Yankong's brain died at that moment.
From then on, the words of monk Haizhi lingering in his mind became the only thing he remembered. Accompanying him staggering out of the Wooden Man Alley, escaping from Shaolin Temple, and walking into the deserted mountains, It exists in an inconceivable state that seems to be dead but not dead.
Monk Yankong is dead, and Monk Yankong is alive again.
Later, he also heard that monk Haizhi was also alive, and became a crazy guy. He walked into Wuyi Mountain one day and never appeared again.
Jiang Wen stopped suddenly, the exhaustion of his internal energy made him gasp violently, and the reason why he stopped was that the monk Yankong who looked like a madman suddenly fell to pieces in front of him.
The arrival of the limit is unexpected, but it is only natural.
Numerous scars emerged from Monk Yankong's body, as if someone had amputated his body with a sharp knife as fast as lightning. The rotten muscle texture was muddy, and the stench of decayed blood was unpleasant. Just like that, he was suddenly drawn into the white horse river rolling in waves behind him.
At the moment when he finally disappeared, Monk Yankong seemed to show a treacherous smile because of the extreme pain, and desperately stretched out his hands to grab it, as if there was an invisible treasure right in front of him.
But his struggle was like this thick and undistracted night, which swallowed up all the traces of existence in an instant, completely and strictly involved him in the undercurrent, and he was never seen again.
At this moment, roars came from the White Horse River, and countless figures, either virtual or real, suddenly appeared, entangled Monk Yankong's frightening and menacing subordinates, dancing wildly and strangling his own body. Throat, suddenly choked to death.
Jiang Wen turned around, and a mysterious figure had squirmed out of the shadows. The mask with upside-down facial features and inexplicable horror had been taken off, revealing a disc with twisted blood vessels and muscles, with no hair on the facial features. A terrifying face that can't be seen!
"You're not hurt at all?"
The other party's voice was strange and indistinguishable. Jiang Wen now knew that it was because the other party's throat had been crushed long ago, and his face had been intentionally scratched and torn. A kind of great resentment was cast on him. It made Jiang Wen vaguely realize that it was the handwriting of Hongyang Shengtong.
"Prefect Ling, please stay safe."
Jiang Wen was panting heavily, the other party must have seen that he was at the end of his battle, so he chose to show up at this time.
The location of Ling Zhifu means that the twisted invasion of Haoli Ghost Kingdom also means that some struggling dead are about to recover. Just like what he saw before, countless ghosts entangle the former enemies, torture, abuse, Never die.
Regarding the method of killing and wounding, Jiang Wen himself was not interested in understanding it, let alone learning it.The shortcoming of the people who created and passed on this method is that they are too soft-hearted. Sometimes they know that it will bring about regrettable results, but they still make mistakes because of emotional impulse.
Jiang Wen has already noticed that the essence of this sorcery lies in this Mani Orb, and there is an inexplicably deep relationship between the Mani Orb and Haoli Ghost Country.
As the ghost-faced man approached step by step, Jiang Wen tried his best to adjust his internal breath that had been exhausted due to repeated vicious struggles. The tumbling river behind the ghost-faced man rose and fell one after another. Distorting the land.
The old and aging city of Fuzhou is lingering in the long night, like a dying old man with his mouth wide open, making a dull and mechanical breathing sound, together with tens of thousands of Li people sleeping with their eyes open between three mountains and two towers, quietly listening to the waves. Because of the crazy pulse, coupled with the deafening violent heartbeat, another doomsday that cannot be seen is about to usher in.
They are almost getting used to it.
In August of the 12th year of Shunzhi (1655), the Qing court ordered Prince Zheng's eldest son Jidu to Fuzhou to dispatch troops to attack Zheng Chenggong's department.In September of that year, 3 Manchu and Han troops were stationed in Fuzhou, and soon went to Zhangzhou.
When the army set out, Ji Du triumphantly wrote a letter reporting what he had seen during the trip: Fuzhou is as solid as gold outside the city, and there are people in it who are peaceful and peaceful, and there is no worry of rebellion. It can be regarded as the best place in central Fujian.
The sleepless night of Fuzhou City is now once again facing the night of war and horses. Many things emerge one after another. In the gaps in the history that have not had time to leave traces, there are scenes full of overwhelming momentum and unbearable scenes.
In those years, the gates of Fuzhou City were locked tightly, and the people and horses were silent. No one has ever seen those figures standing alone, in a hurry, in a majestic manner, or in despair under the gates. Return in the city gate.
The sound of the hourglass is difficult, and the long night is dark and hard to pass, but some people have been watching the city gate for more than ten years.Those who were waiting were still living with the last sliver of fantasy in their hearts, hoping that the heroic men who followed Huang Daozhou out of the city so generously would return triumphantly with Ma Ge as they promised.
They say that they have to die to protect their family and country, but if they die, they will die. Those who are waiting should not worry about it, they must take their share and live together.
The piece of green blood hidden in the dark night forest, splashed in the dust all over the sky, and frozen in the most inconspicuous place has already been covered with frost and dust, so that people who linger in the past and still remember the past can't help being blurred up -
Whether everything has always been like this, and what is it that makes me toss and turn.
There are too many people like this, so many that ordinary alleys abound, and all living beings walk in this ancient city silently and bow their heads every day.Huang Ji, who was among them, also bowed his head and remained silent, but his reasons were different.
His art of geomancy was learned from Jiang Ke, the master of Xuankong of the Sanyuan School, and was highly respected by the later Kanyu masters of Sanyuan Xuankong Flying Star and Xuankong 64 Hexagrams.
When Jiang Ke was alive, he tried his best to refute the fallacies of the books of geography that were circulated in the world at that time, and he was extremely contemptuous of the Sanhe Zhudharma, and his words were fierce and even slandered.He was so obscure and secretive about his secret method of geomancy, and he also mentioned Sanshan Huangquansha in his letter to his disciple Huang Ji, but he still refused to explain the root cause.
Today, Huang Ji has understood the intention of his teacher at this moment, and I am afraid that the later "Huating County Chronicles" also knows it, so he recorded a sentence in an obscure way: "In the third year of Shunzhi in the Qing Dynasty (that is, in [-]), the Qing soldiers captured Fuzhou and killed them. Zhu Yujian, the king of the Ming and Tang Dynasties, and Jiang Ke were also in the city at this time, pretending to be a monk and fleeing, so he traveled around Qilu and Taishan Mountains by means of geomancy.
The squirming figure rose from the shadows again, and handed a dilapidated and tattered flag to Jiang Wen's hands. The black letters on a white background fluttered in the wind were mottled and blurred, and the remaining silk threads were like paper money floating away, disappearing bit by bit. In the air, it was like the silent funeral ceremony hundreds of years ago.
The handwriting of struggling in the historical reincarnation is almost dissipated, Jiang Wen is still sweating profusely, and the true energy on the verge of going berserk wanders around. Two figures, one person and one ghost, hold on to the flag pole, silent in the face of the turbulent waves Silent.
Regarding this scene, the terrifying face of the ghost-masked man Qu Chipan couldn't help showing a bright smile, but his hatred eyes never stopped looking at the vague Huang Ji.
"I waited for you all night outside the ancient West Lake Temple. I didn't expect you to be so stupid as to come to Nether Lane to throw yourself into the net. It seems that I really overestimated your strategy."
The ghost-masked man laughed like a night owl, and the ominous aura hovered all over the sky, and there would never be a peaceful day. At the bottom of the deep Baima River, a huge mud swamp had formed, which could engulf this city of eternal night that could not wait until dawn at any time. It is completely involved in the ghost country where the wormwood is dense and the underworld is surging.
Jiang Wen looked at the turbulent Baima River, and suddenly saw some terrifying and evil snake-like creatures, who were raising their heads and voicing letters, standing in the eternal abyss that could not see the sun, from the haunted dark river poke your head out.
"I saw the Huanglong that Min Huizong was talking about today..."
Jiang Wen slowly raised his chest and straightened his back, looking at the magistrate Ling's terrifying appearance, he said what he had been planning for a long time.
"Master Ling, you have taken great pains to get Fuzhou City to bury you with you. The Emperor's Palace in the ancient temple in the middle of the lake, the Yinquan Tiangong at the bottom of the Minjiang River, the Mani Orb buried in the ancient tomb, and all kinds of weird things between the three mountains and the two pagodas. , have become part of your conspiracy."
Prefect Ling had a ferocious expression on his humanoid face. The extreme pain and the joy of revenge corroded his heart, making his voice mingled with joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, and his voice was so distorted that he couldn't control himself.
"The person who betrayed me was still alive, and I came here to collect debts! As long as Hecheng falls into the ghost kingdom of Haoli, everyone will suffer day and night, whether it is Huangji, Hongyang Shengtong, Ni Girl, the remnants of the Ding family, or you meddling, no one can escape!"
Not only the Baima River, every inland river and every spring between the three mountains and the two towers in Fuzhou City tonight was filled with turbid and smelly waves, accompanied by the grim smiles of countless ghosts who were not as good as the Yellow Springs, pulling Fuzhou City little by little. Into the desperate situation of overturning the world.
In the river, these indescribable beings are taller than human beings can estimate, and they forever guard the terrifying deep valleys of Haoligui Kingdom—and in those deep valleys, countless giant worms are slowly wriggling, filthy Digging underground in the fragmented space, the so-called turbid springs are just the yellowish and viscous front ends of their bodies.
Jiang Wen didn't pay attention to the visions around him, but just untied the white jade snake-slaying sword of Emperor Gaozu of Han Dynasty that had been dusty for a long time on his back.
"The fact that the Mani Orb can suppress the Haoli Ghost Country is probably a lie woven by you. Master Hulu's so-called suppression is nothing more than placing the Mani Orb on the middle line of the city's maintenance, and taking advantage of the emotions of countless people in the city. , joys and sorrows to make a wish to prevent the reversal, and realize this almost impossible wish."
Jiang Wen looked at the magistrate Ling who was stunned in place, and continued, "The reason why people who have been irradiated by the Mani orb can survive serious injuries should be the same as the technique of killing the body and wounding, forming obsession by facing the fear brought about by death, Let every cell in the body scream not to die, and this person can continue to live in a mysterious form for a while."
"Nowadays, the idea of this city is still unknown. Rushingly throwing Mani orbs into the Emperor's Zun in the ancient temple in the middle of the lake will probably only arouse the obsession that Min Huizong failed thousands of years ago, and make Fuzhou City Continue to offer sacrifices and become the Yinquan Tiangong that he holds high in the nine heavens in his heart."
Prefect Ling said calmly.
"It's already too late now, even if you guessed my plan, you won't have a chance to make a comeback at this time. In less than a quarter of an hour, Xi Guang will never appear again!"
Jiang Wen slowly raised the sword, and the banner with black characters on a white background was torn apart, leaving only the last trace of existence in the world.
"This banner has been hidden for hundreds of years, and I never thought I could see the lingering fire after the end of the Song Dynasty. Since I brought it out today, I must let it see the bright and bright universe once before it dissipates and collapses. "
"The life and death of this city has never been in my hands. I will leave it to the initiator to decide how everything will end."
Prefect Ling suddenly changed his face when he heard these words, and wanted to grab Huang Ji strangely, because he knew that Jiang Wen had already guessed the truth.
But Jiang Wen just flicked his fingers, and he ejected a dull pebble that was pinched hot, turning it into a straight line, rubbing against Ling Zhifu's body, and throwing it into the water.
At this moment, huge waves arose in the Baima River, rushing to the shore one after another, as if they were going to engulf everyone in it, and the huge waves that turned into strange shapes also fluctuated, as if they were struggling in pain .
"Sure enough, Haoli Ghost Country doesn't want to swallow Fuzhou City at all. The result of the reversal of the two worlds is that both sides will die!"
Before the words fell, the sword light flashed for a moment, and Zhifu Ling suddenly felt the long-lost pain and numbness. The body hidden in the shadows could not move, and suddenly lost the familiar support.He clutched his throat tightly with his hand, but the gurgling blood had already seeped down along his fingertips, and he could only let out a strange hoo hoo.
"Don't you really want to live?"
Jiang Wen came close to him again in an instant, and swung his sword to chop his big head into the air, "Mani Baozhu said that you really want to live, so just die obediently once again as a living person in an instant." !"
The extremely fierce swordsmanship had exhausted Jiang Wen's strength, but he just pushed lightly, and the headless corpse fell into the turbid yellow river with a plop.
"Go to Huang Ji, the Haoli Ghost Country was lured here by the Prefect Ling of Huanyang, and now only you, who are also from the Haoli Ghost Country, can bring it back to its original place."
Jiang Wen sighed helplessly with a pale complexion, "How can there be Huangquan Artemisia in Jiazi, and the whole city has fallen into the nether world. For thousands of years, Fuzhou City has been extremely safe, except that it was almost led to death by a few people with ulterior motives."
Huang Ji, in black and white hat, looked at the rolling river with a look of fear.
"Daoist, are you sure I can do it? Does the secluded spring and sea eye in the West Lake really need to be suppressed?"
Jiang Wen stared at the dark night sky, trying to find a sign of dawn from the endless darkness, and said in a low voice.
"From the Western Jin Dynasty to the present, Youquan Haiyan has been a part of Fuzhou City. Since ancient times, it is better to control the floods. As long as Haoli Ghost Country is no longer attracted by people with good intentions, what's the point of keeping him?"
"The trouble you caused by yourself, I have done my best. And don't worry, I have seen it clearly when I practiced Zhenshui Iron Rhino by the West Lake. Youquan Haiyan will be fine."
Huang Ji looked at him timidly, and continued to ask doubtfully, "Why are you so sure?"
Jiang Wen sighed faintly, and whispered the last sentence.
Then he pushed Huangji into the tumbling waves, sat slumped by the river and watched the white horse river that had been mad before gradually calm down, as if something huge and bloated was quietly going away with the invisible wind.
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The change seemed to be only in an instant, and the sound of waves and shouts of killing became part of the vague memory.
A night of fresh rain washed away the smoke and dust all over the city, and the green willows were also blown uncertainly. The dazzling light among the leaves came from the dewdrops, and the bright color of the dewdrops came from the rising sun in the sky.
The smoke and rain rose so suddenly, like the last trace of a nightmare turned into a breeze and mist, covering the front porches of thousands of households, but the drizzle couldn't stop the pedestrians at all, and the smoke from the kitchens in the market was soaring upwards.
In the three lanes and seven alleys, there are slowly the sounds of door panels moving and soft conversations. Thousands of households breathe a sigh of relief in this gentle and quiet rain scene. Understandably continue.
And on the empty street where no one was paying attention, a stumbling figure with a sword on his back was slowly going away, leaving all the fireworks in the world behind.
Holding a bare pole in his hand, he gradually drifted away amidst the yelling of Xiaoshi, who was gradually becoming lively, and finally disappeared.
The last chapter of this volume
Those who have tickets in their hands look up to me_(:_」∠)_
ps: This chapter can be accompanied by the soundtrack "The Wind Rises from the Sky"
(End of this chapter)
The Nether Alley is brightly lit, and the Qing soldiers coming and going are digging the ground, trying to find the rumored entrance to the underground palace. However, this chilling and strange former Song Dynasty Alley full of confetti still makes them feel a little uneasy in their hearts.
"Report to the general, the centurions ahead have not found the location of the underground palace, and the monk Yankong sent someone to the alley to urge them to leave. How should the subordinates reply?"
Looking at the entire Jiangnan, the Eight Banners Army, which can be regarded as elite, now took off their shirts and sweated profusely in the alleys, but in vain—this absurd and weird scene made General Annan Dasu frown.
But seeing him turn the copper wrench full of wear marks, the otter tail on the top of the helmet trembled slightly with the sound, the brim of the hat could no longer cover the gray temples.
"Let that guy Yankong get away."
Dasu said slowly, but there was no kindness in his words.
"He has been in Fuzhou City for less than ten days, and his scriptures are like snowflakes. If it weren't for the Holy Majesty's protection, he would have been dismissed and questioned. If you don't want me to read a book, just wait outside!"
In front of Yankong, Dasu had the confidence to say this.
The water warfare in the south of the Yangtze River is no different than that in the north. The current imperial court is second to none in terms of seniority, ability, and loyalty. He was ordered to encircle and suppress Zheng Ni in the south of the Yangtze River.
What's more, Dasu himself knew the great achievements of Monk Yankong's trip, how could it be his turn to get a Han man whose origin is unclear!
As the confidant in front of him got up and went to reply, another confidant came from the depths of the alley, his tone was puzzled and complaining, and his rough eyebrows were full of evil spirits.
"General, the things here are so urgent? Can't we wait for the soldiers and civilians to dig?"
"Now that the court is not stable and the military strength is limited, the Minister of the Household Department, Che Ke, is still desperately raising money and food, and building ships to support him. How can he easily change the road and waste money and food?"
Hearing the doubts from his subordinates, Dasu was a little annoyed, but he still patiently comforted him, "Nowadays is not the same as in the past, and the imperial court is already in short supply. It is better to spend a small amount of money to do big things."
What Da Su said is also true. The Qing court’s battle to retake Jiangnan from Zheng Chenggong seems to be over, but in fact it is just the beginning of everything. Just the rebuilding of the corrupted coastal defenses and military posts along the Yangtze River means that a lot of money is thrown out. No turning back.
What is even more difficult to recover is the people's hearts that are just around the corner.
After regaining Jiangnan, Shunzhi began to liquidate all the officials and people who surrendered to Zheng Chenggong during this period, no matter whether they were shot or killed, as long as they were involved in apostasy, they would be killed.In just one month, tens of thousands of people in the Jiangnan area died in the post-war liquidation, all adult men were killed, and all wives and underage children were exiled into slavery.
Dasu even heard that someone in the court had written a proposal, saying that the sea ban should be strictly enforced, and immigration should be relocated until Zheng Chenggong was forced to death, starved to death, and locked in the vast ocean.
Dasu faintly sensed that Shunzhi's heart had hardened now, and he couldn't tolerate any betrayal, no matter what the reason for other people's betrayal was.
Many people said that the former Shunzhi still had favor with Dorgon, Prince Rui, and anyone who was willing to submit to him would accept it, but this time he didn't even allow an explanation, and he was even more unwilling to see surrender, focusing on Jiangnan. Killing heads rolling.
In fact, everything was already there. He still remembered that after Dorgon's death, Prince Azige dispatched 300 people and his son's relatives to personally transport Dorgon's coffin back to the capital, but he was suddenly surrounded outside Deshengmen. All the soldiers were killed.
Not to mention, Gang Lin, who conveyed the news to Emperor Shunzhi, was beheaded instead of being awarded a reward. Isn't this killing people to silence them, so that there is no evidence for death?
Now that Da Su wants to please Shunzhi, he has no choice but to please Shunzhi.When the respected Prince Nikan died in Hengzhou, he also led troops to cruise not far away. Naturally, he knew that Nikan was trapped in an ambush and died of exhaustion because he exhausted his energy in advance because he led the army to march day and night.
His keen intuition for war gave him the ability to learn and reflect. It is better to be slow when commanding an army, and to fight steadily and set up camp along the way.
Dasu sighed slightly in his heart.
He is not young anymore, his seniority will become a burden no matter how "deep" his qualifications are, and his ability will no longer be outstanding one day, and the emperor's mind is elusive, and many things will be difficult to grasp at that time.
Therefore, today I have to take five hundred horses with my cronies to travel alone.
One thing he kept in his heart that he didn't dare to say was that the current emperor's methods were becoming more and more extreme, and his temper was becoming more and more similar to that of Prince Rui Dorgon...
At this moment, an urgent report woke him up from his wandering mind, and the voices in Nether Alley were suddenly extremely noisy, mixed with voices of shouting and shoving each other. .
This made Dasu even more annoyed, and from the entrance of Youming Alley, he stepped forward with his sword in his armor and cursed angrily: "What's the mess! I was scared away by the West Lake before, but now I have to scare myself again?!"
Afterwards, footsteps came from the alley, but luckily it wasn't him fleeing in a panic as he was worried about.
At this time, it was still late at night and the dew was heavy, but it was still late at sunrise, and the men who followed him in the north and south were wearing single clothes covered in mud. At this time, they were withdrawing from Nether Lane in an orderly manner in the chaos, shouting in Manchu The companions at the entrance of the alley prepared their armor and weapons, as if they were encountering an enemy in a field battle.
The crowd was like a tide, and the soldiers of the Eight Banners tacitly gave way to Dasu, and began to put on armor involuntarily, and an adjutant came to report the situation alone.
"General, there is a murderer suddenly attacking and hurting people in the alley. His behavior seems extremely strange, as if... haunted!"
"Haunted... Could it be that ghost-masked man who hides his head and shows his tail?"
There was a suspicious look in Dasu's eyes. The reason why he came here was because of the information provided by someone.If this is a trap, then what he is facing is not good, "Those with complete armor obey the order, and a team of five will follow me to investigate!"
This Eight Banners team has a very high rate of armor. They wear silk collars of azure and other colors on the back. The neck guards and ear guards are embroidered with patterns and decorated with copper and iron foam nails.The armor has both armor and aprons. There are shoulder guards on the shoulders of the armor coat, armpit guards under the shoulder guards, and a shiny metal heart mirror on the chest and back.
Years of combat literacy ensured that they would not be chaotic in the face of the enemy. With the cooperation of two pairs, they quickly formed six five-man squads, covering each other with the formation of fighting off horses, closely following the general of Annan Dasu, and walking again. Enter this eerie and eerie alley.
On both sides of the narrow alleyway, there are high-strength buildings. The blue bricks have been dug deep here and there, and the moss and wet soil have been thrown everywhere. They don't stop until they see muddy muddy water.
Rows of balance gates in front of you oppressively cover the sky, making people's vision intertwine with nothing, ups and downs, and harsh sounds are faintly heard from the walls on both sides, accompanied by their footsteps and the sound of weapons colliding, mixed together. Together one after another.
Dasu frowned and said, "Is this the sound that frightened you all?"
The confidant quickly explained: "The general misunderstood, this voice has already been checked by a water wheel in the courtyard - the really weird thing is still ahead."
At the end of Nether Alley's field of vision, there is a building that has been in ruins for a long time. It firmly blocks the alley, turning it into a dead end.
"General, look at the top."
Pointing to the shadows coming and going on the majestic ruined wall, Wu Xing said anxiously, "There was the sound of ghosts crying just now, there is vaguely something floating..."
The Eight Banners, who had no weapons on their bodies just now, were taken aback. At this time, the excitement had not yet passed, and General Annan Dasu squinted his eyes and was familiar with it. It took a long time for him to say a decisive sentence from his teeth.
"Pretending to be a ghost, shooting arrows!"
The soldiers of the Eight Banners seemed to have been kicked, and they stretched their bows and arrows proficiently, and a rain of arrows flew away, smashing the broken tiles and rocks on the ruined wall, and rolling down a cloud of dust.
But as the dust drifted away, the two figures, one black and one white, were still erratic on the ruined wall. The black was stagnant, and the white was dazzling, like a ghost lingering in this dark alley, looking at the deep alley in front of his eyes. dying person.
What is even more difficult to ignore is that a figure slowly stood up on the top of the long-destroyed building.
Dasu's good eyesight was excellent, and he clearly saw something in the figure's hand fluttering in the wind.
Compared with the two distinct black and white figures, the figure standing on the top of the ruined wall is too thin, and there is no intention to hide it with his back to the crowd, just standing so alone holding a flag, facing the biting cold wind in silence.
When the strong wind hit, the long silk banner with black characters on a white background seemed indestructible, strands of rags drifted away with the wind, turning into fragments of wreckage, and even the writing on it began to blur in the air, almost It will disappear.
The theory of ghosts and gods is elusive, but what you see with your own eyes can be truly grasped. As the inexplicable surprise and panic at first sight passed, the Eight Banners led by Dasu gradually settled down and recovered the way a warrior of hundreds of battles should have. mentality.
Surrounded by the crowd, Dasu stepped forward slowly, and said loudly: "The Imperial General Annan is here, who are you who dare to play tricks here? Hurry up and get out of the way!!"
"General Annan?"
The figure suddenly turned around, and the pieces of silk on the banner flew all over the sky, as if countless paper money were blowing away with the wind, and a black and white figure also floated to the ground, looking fiercely at the Qing soldiers, the blood-red The eyes are lifeless, as if looking at a group of dead people.
And on the long silk banner with black characters on a white background, it is clearly written: "Kuimen looks forward to the king's coming every day, and the Baidi people think about it after going away. It's like going to the Yellow Pavilion early, and the rain all over the sky is always without thinking .”
"So Song Feitian, the great general of martial arts, who dares to stop him from traveling?"
The elite swords and guns of the Eight Banners lined up, full of murderous aura.
Jiang Wen's condescending gaze swept across the audience, he looked thoughtfully at the dimly lit Fuzhou City, and sighed slowly.
"Don't want to go? Then stay here."
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Changes in Nether Alley came one after another, and the sound of shouting and killing was endless. It was not until a group of Eight Banners elites escorted the nobles hastily passed by that no one reacted in the chaos.
Monk Yankong stood at the entrance of the Nether Alley with fixed eyebrows, turning a blind eye to the hurried soldiers and horses around him, and cast his eyes coldly at the entrance of the alley, turning the anger of being intercepted tonight into reality.
The Eight Banners standing in front of him still refused to give up. Monk Yankong waved the wide sleeves of his monk's robe to push aside the crowd, smashed his head, and broke into the entrance of Nether Alley.
He found that the Eight Banners, fully armored, were falling along the high wall of Youming Lane, with their heads hanging slightly against the corner of the wall.
There is no obvious wound on these Eight Banners. It seems that the funeral procession is kneeling beside the road without saying a word. There are only pools of blood that are gradually fainting and getting bigger and bigger, converging into a bright red stream flowing down the alley. mouth.
Monk Yankong's pupils suddenly narrowed because he saw a familiar person.
The two looked at each other with a distance of less than ten feet. Countless people passed by them, wanting to avoid them like a scourge, but their footsteps remained motionless, and they didn't even blink their eyes.
"If you don't cultivate masters, Jiang Mou will not be able to meet you again after a long absence, and you still hope to forgive your sins."
As soon as Jiang Wen finished speaking, Monk Yankong burst out laughing.
"I knew I would run into you a long time ago, but I didn't expect to meet you here. Fuzhou City is in danger tonight, and you dare to come here to die!"
There was a flash of surprise in Jiang Wen's tone.
"Sure enough, you know something. The city of Fuzhou is full of treacherous clouds and turbulent forces. I planned to clean up the chessboard before finding someone to settle the score, but now it seems that you are a 'river pawn' who can advance and never retreat. what."
The dust and wind gradually picked up, and the sound of horseshoes made both of them move in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Wen suddenly jumped high, dodging Monk Yankong's incomparably powerful Vajra Palm, leaving only a deep palm print on the wall behind him.
Jiang Wen, who had just killed 76 Qing soldiers with his sword, had already exhausted most of his internal energy at this time, and the elite of the Eight Banners was finally difficult to deal with, and they couldn't completely keep the opponent with the advantage of street fighting.
Jiang Wen couldn't maintain his peak state at the moment, so he chose not to take advantage of it, and looked for opportunities to advance by retreating.
However, Monk Yankong's moves became more and more fierce, and the powerful Vajra Fingers and Vajra Prajna Palms were like clouds and mist, pervasive. Within three feet of his body, only the shadows of fingers and palms were densely covered, and even his subordinates could not get close.
"Is that all you can do?"
Monk Yankong yelled angrily, "It's just like the Fuwei Escort, it's trash, it deserves to be taken out of the city and counted as death!"
Unmoved, Jiang Wen waved his sword to block one after another, and his moves were seamless and seamless. The two saw their moves in the alley so exquisitely and swiftly that even martial artists who had practiced their moves for many years might not be able to match them.
"Master, it's absurd. The bodyguards of the Fuwei Bodyguard Bureau sneaking out of the city is certainly a way to seek death, but isn't it the same reason for you to send people to rob and kill?"
Regarding Monk Yankong's slander, Jiang Wen just smiled lightly, "May I ask, the master sent so many people under his command, how many of them have come back to report to you?"
The Chang brothers were still lurking in the dark and did not move. The two of them did not sleep for three days and three nights. It was not as simple as simply insomnia.
This game of chess is a life-and-death battle. Both Black and White Peaks think they have a chance to win, but once they fall into the "two catastrophe cycle" situation, no one will be able to win if they don't drain the last bit of life from both sides. lose, and the person who can win in the end will only be the third chess player who suddenly appears...
Although the power of the two is limited, it is not difficult to rob and kill Monk Yankong's subordinates in reverse. I dare not say 100%, and it is still easy to complete.
Monk Yankong frowned, stepped forward without hesitation, and didn't care about the life and death of his subordinates at all.Jiang Wen suddenly stretched out his left palm, drew a circle on his chest in a simple and unremarkable movement, and then pushed it outward with a whistling sound.
The Vajra Prajna Palm struck like the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, while Jiang Wen raised his palm like a king lifting a tripod, and entered his palm like a giant pushing a mountain. The two palms separated immediately. He bounced back with strength, and didn't stop until his back hit the alley wall. The wall visibly shook for a while, and then dust rolled up in the sky.
"Master Jiang is very good at kung fu, drinking and eating meat every day, and lingering with women. Jiang really admires it. It's not convenient to use it here. Why don't we fight again in another place!"
Jiang Wen smiled indifferently, jumped up and slanted away on the wall without leaving a trace.The murderous look in Monk Yankong's eyes was overwhelming, he kicked on the wall and flew up with his strength, and chased after Jiang Wen relentlessly.
Not far from Youming Lane is a turbulent river in the city. From a distance, you can see that the water in the river is swollen, and the turbid waves are undulating. It has flowed backwards and flooded many farmlands. At that time, it became the source of instigating the flood peak.
The secluded spring and sea eyes under the city of Fuzhou have already appeared, and the murderous big yellow spring in the mouth of Hongyang protector Huangji is ready to come out at this moment.
The two stood by the river chasing each other, and Jiang Wen was also surrounded by Monk Yankong and his men, but his expression remained indifferent.
Monk Yankong threw off his monk's robe, revealing his steel-like muscles in the cold night. His palms were empty in the front and full in the back, making people dizzying. Then he raised his palms while crossing the crotch protectors, like drawing a bow to gain momentum Zhixing slammed a palm close to his body.
The twelve successful powers of Vajra Prajna Palm appeared, Jiang Wen did not dare to take a step forward carelessly, waved his palms up with both palms on the same side, and swung them over the top on the same side. The six dragons control the sky, and the six yangs are born from the emptiness, and the posture is also changed from shrinking to stretching, attacking from the head, body and tail in three directions.
When the strong dragon is pressing down on the land, the four fields are divided, and the five lakes are full of turmoil. Jiang Wen is holding the rein like an extremely skilled imperial hand. When fighting together, he opens his palms, fists, and elbows, and forcibly controls this overwhelming force. Stopped the situation of disintegration.
Seeing the subtle situation, Monk Yankong's subordinates did not know what to do and wanted to rush forward. They only thought it was a pot of calm water, but they didn't know the strength of the force that disturbed the fight, just like a cup of boiling water overflowing. A slight shake will burn people.
As soon as the subordinate with the scar on his face touched his body, he was thrown away by the force of the two of them, and his mouth was almost full of blood.
But under such a serious injury, the man was able to stand up unsteadily, with many black rune writing on the torn chest, and then he grabbed a sharp knife with fierce eyes, and was about to go up quickly. Go forward.
Jiang Wen was not polite either, and kicked him into the rolling waves in the middle of the violent fight like firecrackers, and instantly swallowed him, and the rest were terrified and dared not go forward again.
"If you don't cultivate master, your internal strength is definitely not achieved overnight. You must have stayed in Shaolin Temple for a long time. Don't you have any compassion?"
After Monk Yankong heard about it, he looked up to the sky and laughed as if he had heard something funny.
"Hahaha, absurd! The earth is boundless and the sky is lawless. I don't need that hypocritical fake mercy. I just want to be the real Buddha who controls the lives of thousands of people!"
Then the evil image on Monk Yankong's face recovered, "I let you go only because I wanted to recruit you, but today it seems that you are obsessed with obsession, so just die!"
Monk Yankong didn't care at all about the dangerous situation that ordinary people would die if they touched it. The martial arts passed down from the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions was fearless.
"If you don't practice masters, do you know a way to kill yourself, and a martial art that gets better the more you study it?"
Jiang Wen's gaze was unbiased, but it only fell on his ankle that was bitten by a small stone.
The gauze wrapping the wound had long since burst, revealing a deep wound that hadn't healed at all, and even the blood had a strange black color, making it extremely strange.
Monk Yankong's eyes were murderous, but Jiang Wen clearly saw wisps of black air entangled in his eyes, cruising around his pupils, which was as one with the cold aura of Monk Yankong.
Jiang Wen already has a glimpse of the whole leopard, from which he can see the indelible imprint of the South Shaolin Secret Dragon-shaped Fist, which maintains a strange symbiotic relationship with this body named Yankong, neither increasing nor decreasing, neither dirty nor unclean .
A trace of struggle flashed in Monk Yankong's eyes, as if he had sensed that something was wrong with him, and all his strength was drained like flowing water. The secret dragon-shaped fist that would only erupt at the moment of life and death was quietly and unknowingly triggered. Invaded into one's own will...
The opponent is planning to draw out the Dragon Fist!
"To be honest, my martial arts aptitude is mediocre, and I have a lot of external skills but not good at it. It's just ridiculous to use it. It's not as good as your excellency. I have to use some small tricks as a last resort."
Jiang Wen stood with his hands behind his back, with a very humble attitude.
But Monk Yankong listened to the other party's words, only felt that the other party was talking ironically, and the yin and yang were strange to himself. The twisted secret dragon-shaped fist in his body could no longer be restrained, and transformed into a weird posture of twisting tendons and dividing bones. When you make a move, you will set off a gust of wind!
But Jiang Wen smiled slightly, took a step back and opened the distance without showing any trace: "Your Excellency's martial art has been entangled with my second disciple for a long time. I have devoted myself to his situation, and I will naturally understand it as time goes by."
Jiang Wen put on a martial arts posture similar to that of Monk Yankong. His hands looked like palms but not palms, like long dragons diving into the abyss and swimming dragons exploring claws.
In this encounter between the two strong players, Jiang Wen's fists were like misty rain, disturbing the breeze, and easily blocked the extremely violent secret dragon-shaped fist of Monk Yankong, but if you look carefully, the moves used by the two are clearly the same. The difference can be distinguished in some minor details.
With every punch and every kick, the two of them were entangled with all their strength. Monk Yankong's subordinates were even dazzled suddenly, and they could no longer see the two figures in front of them, but two black dragons by the riverside in the illusion. Fighting, with the river behind you pouring mud and sand, you can't tell the difference!
When the two fought, it was Monk Yankong who made the first move, and Jiang Wen followed up with the same move with a slight difference, but it happened that such small things continued to accumulate, and it became Jiang Wen who was the last to attack and suppressed. Live in the South Shaolin Secret Dragon Form Fist that once made people's faces change!
"Fortunately, I am proficient in small formless kungfu. All martial arts in the world can get their meaning and forget their form. Since ancient times, if there is no form, it will be magical, if it is small, it will be pure and empty. Only after it has no form and no trace can it be green."
Before the words fell, Jiang Wen's palms also rushed out of the bitter wind, and they were no longer as majestic as the branches and leaves of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms before. Every movement of his hands and feet is full of ferocious air that kills the enemy and defeats the sharp edge of the crossbow. .
"That's why I boldly integrated Tianshan Zhemei Shou into the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon, relying on the small non-phase kung fu to push it to the peak, imitating a unique martial art in the world that specifically restrains the secret dragon-shaped fist, please give me your advice! "
The secret dragon-shaped boxing can rely on hand-to-hand combat, absorb the essence of the opponent's martial arts to innovate, and deduce it by itself until it is far stronger than the opponent. .
Jiang Wen has always been troubled by the characteristics of this martial art. He can't beat him or scold him.But if the opponent is not Hong Wending, then with his high-level views in martial arts, he has already thought of a method that can be called fighting poison with poison.
The secret dragon-shaped boxing is tangible but intangible, and will derive completely different characteristics depending on the host, but the weakness lies here after all. It is the ever-changing way of yin and yang with long strikes and short strikes, and odd victories No matter how fast the dragon-shaped fist grows, it cannot overcome the situation of being targeted innately like it is now.
Tianshan Zhemeishou can imitate the world's unarmed martial arts, absorbing the essence of Yankong Monk's Longxingquan reversely at every moment, and imitating his ultimate move after thousands of tempers, and the Eighteen Palms of Subduing Dragon is the most firm and rigid The peak martial arts of the foreign family, and has been practiced to the point where the severity, hardness and softness are as you like, and the strength and softness are mixed together, and finally stimulated by the incomparable little non-phase kung fu, it is like being thrown into a hot furnace, the brilliance of the birth of the sword and magic soldier I can't hide it anymore!
The combined use of these martial arts consumes a lot of internal energy, but I have to admit that Jiang Wen has already relied on the huge number of martial arts schools to embark on a path that forcibly overwhelms the secret Dragon Form Fist!
Jiang Wen didn't speak any more, he could clearly see that there was a turbulent wave in Monk Yankong's spiritual altar, which had not yet been wiped out.
Attacking the mind is paramount, the Vajra Prajna Palm and the Vigorous Vajra Finger are his housekeeping skills, and the secret dragon-shaped boxing is his nightmare that cannot be shaken off in this life.
But now this invincible martial arts is dwarfed by Jiang Wenxin's martial arts. Even if he tries his best to imitate and learn the opponent's martial arts moves, it is far behind the opponent's exquisite and quick changes. The front and the back suddenly reached the point where even the secret dragon-shaped fist was extremely difficult, and there was nowhere to say it, suppressing the secret dragon-shaped fist forever!
"As a master, of course he is better than an apprentice in every aspect..."
Jiang Wen mobilized [-]% of his internal strength. He knew that this martial art was indeed invincible, but it had the same serious flaws as the secret Dragon Form Fist.
First of all, the process of imitation is always starting from scratch, and once the opponent is changed, there will no longer be such a clear pertinence; secondly, it consumes too much internal energy, and using the three martial arts together will almost exhaust his insufficient internal energy; finally You must also have an understanding beyond ordinary people, so that you can imitate and improve in a minute, and excel in blue!
But Monk Yankong didn't know all this. Jiang Wen had clearly seen the black energy in the opponent's eyes growing, surging, and flooding. Finally, his whole mind was expelled, and he turned into an unconscious humanoid killer!
This ferocious and hard-to-train pawn was so dangerous that Jiang Wen had to let him leave the field as soon as possible!
Yankong trembled violently all over his body, sweat dripping from his steel-like body, the bones were shattered, twisted and broken in the battle beyond the limit, and they were barely glued together by muscle contraction.
His consciousness fell into chaos, the light in front of his eyes gradually dimmed, and the beliefs he usually ignited by relying on sex and wealth fell apart, and his foothold seemed to collapse into a bottomless abyss, and his whole body fell into an endless darkness .
His chaotic will was still disintegrating, and the idea of falling asleep was gradually becoming stronger, leaving only a faint voice hovering in his ears.
Yankong...
Yankong...
Monk Yankong wanted to open his eyes in a daze, but his eyelids were as heavy as a huge boulder. No matter how hard he tried, he still remained motionless, so he could only prick up his ears to listen, trying to distinguish what the other party said.
Yankong!
Yankong!
The frequent calls hadn't stopped yet, and Yankong was furious, finally gaining some sober strength.He tried his best to let out a cry, trying to make the other party's continuous shouting stop quickly.
Yan Kong! !
Yan Kong! !
At this moment, he just wanted to lie peacefully in the darkness until eternity, so Yankong struggled to use powerful martial arts, but his body was weak and involuntary, as if he had turned into a fragile child.
A wave of fear suddenly surged into his heart, and after he was excited, he loosened his thoughts again.
It turned out to be the case.
There has always been only one call to him, but he has repeated it tens of thousands of times in his heart, turning it into an echo from the bottom of his heart to the sky.
Actually that sentence is very short.
[Yankong! !Run and don't look back! !Keep running and you can live! ! 】
The wooden puppet alley in Southern Shaolin was filled with blood and mist. In the middle of the night, no one knew why, all the Shaolin disciples who had practiced the secret dragon-shaped boxing from Abbot Zhishan, no matter monks or laymen, came here entangled by some kind of voice. Here, the brutal killing of each other began.
Brothers who were originally as close as a family no longer care about the friendship. The dead hands that are forbidden in the daily sparring, the insidious tricks learned in the rivers and lakes, and the trump cards that should be used to meet the enemy are all used logically at this time. Eyes, kicking the crotch, punching acupuncture points, and hitting the ribs are all extremes.
The narrow wooden puppet alley turned into a Gu refining box, and an indescribable voice rang out in their heads indiscriminately, bewitching them to continue fighting and fighting until the last person who survived was found...
Horrible memories exploded in Yankong's mind. The similar scene made him feel pain when he thought about it, and his brain almost flowed out of his earholes.
Yes, it's like it is now, just like the martial arts of the man in front of him!
That night, he used the martial arts he had learned by stealing from his master on weekdays, and killed the new disciples with every move and style. He only felt a raging fire growing in his body, almost igniting a prairie fire!
There are more and more scars on his body, but the strange killing intent is getting stronger and stronger, even the breath he is trying to spit out and the beating heartbeat are trying to be tempered into killing moves.
But his killing stopped after all, a familiar figure stood in front of him, knocked him down easily, and also crushed the surging flames in his body.
The bewitching voice was still echoing, he closed his eyes and waited for death, this is the rule in Wooden Man Alley tonight, losers have nothing but death.But the pain he expected never appeared, instead the voice of his good friend Monk Haizhi rang out.
The other party's voice was also full of pain, and his hands were stained with the blood of his fellow disciples.
[Yankong! !Run and don't look back! !Keep running and you can live! ! 】
The sound lasted only a few breaths, but Yankong seemed to have experienced the birth and death of countless worlds.He suddenly woke up from the chaos, and began to run backwards desperately, and the bewitching voice in his ear became weaker and weaker.
The exit of Wooden Man Lane is just a few steps ahead, everything tonight may be just a crazy nightmare, after waking up, everything may return to normal!
Just when he was thinking this way, the bewitching voice in his ear suddenly grew stronger, muttering to make him look back, all this is false, and the dream is about to wake up.
So Yankong looked back subconsciously...
At this moment, the world is broken like the surface of water, and the samsara is like the world. Only a figure sitting cross-legged slightly raised his head, as if he wanted to ask the world why they are stubborn and how to get rid of it.
He is indescribable, as large as space, and suddenly becomes smaller.
He may form hundreds of thousands of bodies in one body, and merge into one body.
He may be on this side, but he is on the other side, and suddenly he is in the middle.
He may walk on land as on water, or tread on water as on flat ground.
He cut open his stomach, took out something, and threw it into the world like a discarded bag, leaving only the crazy mountains and seas of madness and bloody waves.
Then, he glanced at Yankong, showing a very secretive smile.
With just one eye, Yankong's brain died at that moment.
From then on, the words of monk Haizhi lingering in his mind became the only thing he remembered. Accompanying him staggering out of the Wooden Man Alley, escaping from Shaolin Temple, and walking into the deserted mountains, It exists in an inconceivable state that seems to be dead but not dead.
Monk Yankong is dead, and Monk Yankong is alive again.
Later, he also heard that monk Haizhi was also alive, and became a crazy guy. He walked into Wuyi Mountain one day and never appeared again.
Jiang Wen stopped suddenly, the exhaustion of his internal energy made him gasp violently, and the reason why he stopped was that the monk Yankong who looked like a madman suddenly fell to pieces in front of him.
The arrival of the limit is unexpected, but it is only natural.
Numerous scars emerged from Monk Yankong's body, as if someone had amputated his body with a sharp knife as fast as lightning. The rotten muscle texture was muddy, and the stench of decayed blood was unpleasant. Just like that, he was suddenly drawn into the white horse river rolling in waves behind him.
At the moment when he finally disappeared, Monk Yankong seemed to show a treacherous smile because of the extreme pain, and desperately stretched out his hands to grab it, as if there was an invisible treasure right in front of him.
But his struggle was like this thick and undistracted night, which swallowed up all the traces of existence in an instant, completely and strictly involved him in the undercurrent, and he was never seen again.
At this moment, roars came from the White Horse River, and countless figures, either virtual or real, suddenly appeared, entangled Monk Yankong's frightening and menacing subordinates, dancing wildly and strangling his own body. Throat, suddenly choked to death.
Jiang Wen turned around, and a mysterious figure had squirmed out of the shadows. The mask with upside-down facial features and inexplicable horror had been taken off, revealing a disc with twisted blood vessels and muscles, with no hair on the facial features. A terrifying face that can't be seen!
"You're not hurt at all?"
The other party's voice was strange and indistinguishable. Jiang Wen now knew that it was because the other party's throat had been crushed long ago, and his face had been intentionally scratched and torn. A kind of great resentment was cast on him. It made Jiang Wen vaguely realize that it was the handwriting of Hongyang Shengtong.
"Prefect Ling, please stay safe."
Jiang Wen was panting heavily, the other party must have seen that he was at the end of his battle, so he chose to show up at this time.
The location of Ling Zhifu means that the twisted invasion of Haoli Ghost Kingdom also means that some struggling dead are about to recover. Just like what he saw before, countless ghosts entangle the former enemies, torture, abuse, Never die.
Regarding the method of killing and wounding, Jiang Wen himself was not interested in understanding it, let alone learning it.The shortcoming of the people who created and passed on this method is that they are too soft-hearted. Sometimes they know that it will bring about regrettable results, but they still make mistakes because of emotional impulse.
Jiang Wen has already noticed that the essence of this sorcery lies in this Mani Orb, and there is an inexplicably deep relationship between the Mani Orb and Haoli Ghost Country.
As the ghost-faced man approached step by step, Jiang Wen tried his best to adjust his internal breath that had been exhausted due to repeated vicious struggles. The tumbling river behind the ghost-faced man rose and fell one after another. Distorting the land.
The old and aging city of Fuzhou is lingering in the long night, like a dying old man with his mouth wide open, making a dull and mechanical breathing sound, together with tens of thousands of Li people sleeping with their eyes open between three mountains and two towers, quietly listening to the waves. Because of the crazy pulse, coupled with the deafening violent heartbeat, another doomsday that cannot be seen is about to usher in.
They are almost getting used to it.
In August of the 12th year of Shunzhi (1655), the Qing court ordered Prince Zheng's eldest son Jidu to Fuzhou to dispatch troops to attack Zheng Chenggong's department.In September of that year, 3 Manchu and Han troops were stationed in Fuzhou, and soon went to Zhangzhou.
When the army set out, Ji Du triumphantly wrote a letter reporting what he had seen during the trip: Fuzhou is as solid as gold outside the city, and there are people in it who are peaceful and peaceful, and there is no worry of rebellion. It can be regarded as the best place in central Fujian.
The sleepless night of Fuzhou City is now once again facing the night of war and horses. Many things emerge one after another. In the gaps in the history that have not had time to leave traces, there are scenes full of overwhelming momentum and unbearable scenes.
In those years, the gates of Fuzhou City were locked tightly, and the people and horses were silent. No one has ever seen those figures standing alone, in a hurry, in a majestic manner, or in despair under the gates. Return in the city gate.
The sound of the hourglass is difficult, and the long night is dark and hard to pass, but some people have been watching the city gate for more than ten years.Those who were waiting were still living with the last sliver of fantasy in their hearts, hoping that the heroic men who followed Huang Daozhou out of the city so generously would return triumphantly with Ma Ge as they promised.
They say that they have to die to protect their family and country, but if they die, they will die. Those who are waiting should not worry about it, they must take their share and live together.
The piece of green blood hidden in the dark night forest, splashed in the dust all over the sky, and frozen in the most inconspicuous place has already been covered with frost and dust, so that people who linger in the past and still remember the past can't help being blurred up -
Whether everything has always been like this, and what is it that makes me toss and turn.
There are too many people like this, so many that ordinary alleys abound, and all living beings walk in this ancient city silently and bow their heads every day.Huang Ji, who was among them, also bowed his head and remained silent, but his reasons were different.
His art of geomancy was learned from Jiang Ke, the master of Xuankong of the Sanyuan School, and was highly respected by the later Kanyu masters of Sanyuan Xuankong Flying Star and Xuankong 64 Hexagrams.
When Jiang Ke was alive, he tried his best to refute the fallacies of the books of geography that were circulated in the world at that time, and he was extremely contemptuous of the Sanhe Zhudharma, and his words were fierce and even slandered.He was so obscure and secretive about his secret method of geomancy, and he also mentioned Sanshan Huangquansha in his letter to his disciple Huang Ji, but he still refused to explain the root cause.
Today, Huang Ji has understood the intention of his teacher at this moment, and I am afraid that the later "Huating County Chronicles" also knows it, so he recorded a sentence in an obscure way: "In the third year of Shunzhi in the Qing Dynasty (that is, in [-]), the Qing soldiers captured Fuzhou and killed them. Zhu Yujian, the king of the Ming and Tang Dynasties, and Jiang Ke were also in the city at this time, pretending to be a monk and fleeing, so he traveled around Qilu and Taishan Mountains by means of geomancy.
The squirming figure rose from the shadows again, and handed a dilapidated and tattered flag to Jiang Wen's hands. The black letters on a white background fluttered in the wind were mottled and blurred, and the remaining silk threads were like paper money floating away, disappearing bit by bit. In the air, it was like the silent funeral ceremony hundreds of years ago.
The handwriting of struggling in the historical reincarnation is almost dissipated, Jiang Wen is still sweating profusely, and the true energy on the verge of going berserk wanders around. Two figures, one person and one ghost, hold on to the flag pole, silent in the face of the turbulent waves Silent.
Regarding this scene, the terrifying face of the ghost-masked man Qu Chipan couldn't help showing a bright smile, but his hatred eyes never stopped looking at the vague Huang Ji.
"I waited for you all night outside the ancient West Lake Temple. I didn't expect you to be so stupid as to come to Nether Lane to throw yourself into the net. It seems that I really overestimated your strategy."
The ghost-masked man laughed like a night owl, and the ominous aura hovered all over the sky, and there would never be a peaceful day. At the bottom of the deep Baima River, a huge mud swamp had formed, which could engulf this city of eternal night that could not wait until dawn at any time. It is completely involved in the ghost country where the wormwood is dense and the underworld is surging.
Jiang Wen looked at the turbulent Baima River, and suddenly saw some terrifying and evil snake-like creatures, who were raising their heads and voicing letters, standing in the eternal abyss that could not see the sun, from the haunted dark river poke your head out.
"I saw the Huanglong that Min Huizong was talking about today..."
Jiang Wen slowly raised his chest and straightened his back, looking at the magistrate Ling's terrifying appearance, he said what he had been planning for a long time.
"Master Ling, you have taken great pains to get Fuzhou City to bury you with you. The Emperor's Palace in the ancient temple in the middle of the lake, the Yinquan Tiangong at the bottom of the Minjiang River, the Mani Orb buried in the ancient tomb, and all kinds of weird things between the three mountains and the two pagodas. , have become part of your conspiracy."
Prefect Ling had a ferocious expression on his humanoid face. The extreme pain and the joy of revenge corroded his heart, making his voice mingled with joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, and his voice was so distorted that he couldn't control himself.
"The person who betrayed me was still alive, and I came here to collect debts! As long as Hecheng falls into the ghost kingdom of Haoli, everyone will suffer day and night, whether it is Huangji, Hongyang Shengtong, Ni Girl, the remnants of the Ding family, or you meddling, no one can escape!"
Not only the Baima River, every inland river and every spring between the three mountains and the two towers in Fuzhou City tonight was filled with turbid and smelly waves, accompanied by the grim smiles of countless ghosts who were not as good as the Yellow Springs, pulling Fuzhou City little by little. Into the desperate situation of overturning the world.
In the river, these indescribable beings are taller than human beings can estimate, and they forever guard the terrifying deep valleys of Haoligui Kingdom—and in those deep valleys, countless giant worms are slowly wriggling, filthy Digging underground in the fragmented space, the so-called turbid springs are just the yellowish and viscous front ends of their bodies.
Jiang Wen didn't pay attention to the visions around him, but just untied the white jade snake-slaying sword of Emperor Gaozu of Han Dynasty that had been dusty for a long time on his back.
"The fact that the Mani Orb can suppress the Haoli Ghost Country is probably a lie woven by you. Master Hulu's so-called suppression is nothing more than placing the Mani Orb on the middle line of the city's maintenance, and taking advantage of the emotions of countless people in the city. , joys and sorrows to make a wish to prevent the reversal, and realize this almost impossible wish."
Jiang Wen looked at the magistrate Ling who was stunned in place, and continued, "The reason why people who have been irradiated by the Mani orb can survive serious injuries should be the same as the technique of killing the body and wounding, forming obsession by facing the fear brought about by death, Let every cell in the body scream not to die, and this person can continue to live in a mysterious form for a while."
"Nowadays, the idea of this city is still unknown. Rushingly throwing Mani orbs into the Emperor's Zun in the ancient temple in the middle of the lake will probably only arouse the obsession that Min Huizong failed thousands of years ago, and make Fuzhou City Continue to offer sacrifices and become the Yinquan Tiangong that he holds high in the nine heavens in his heart."
Prefect Ling said calmly.
"It's already too late now, even if you guessed my plan, you won't have a chance to make a comeback at this time. In less than a quarter of an hour, Xi Guang will never appear again!"
Jiang Wen slowly raised the sword, and the banner with black characters on a white background was torn apart, leaving only the last trace of existence in the world.
"This banner has been hidden for hundreds of years, and I never thought I could see the lingering fire after the end of the Song Dynasty. Since I brought it out today, I must let it see the bright and bright universe once before it dissipates and collapses. "
"The life and death of this city has never been in my hands. I will leave it to the initiator to decide how everything will end."
Prefect Ling suddenly changed his face when he heard these words, and wanted to grab Huang Ji strangely, because he knew that Jiang Wen had already guessed the truth.
But Jiang Wen just flicked his fingers, and he ejected a dull pebble that was pinched hot, turning it into a straight line, rubbing against Ling Zhifu's body, and throwing it into the water.
At this moment, huge waves arose in the Baima River, rushing to the shore one after another, as if they were going to engulf everyone in it, and the huge waves that turned into strange shapes also fluctuated, as if they were struggling in pain .
"Sure enough, Haoli Ghost Country doesn't want to swallow Fuzhou City at all. The result of the reversal of the two worlds is that both sides will die!"
Before the words fell, the sword light flashed for a moment, and Zhifu Ling suddenly felt the long-lost pain and numbness. The body hidden in the shadows could not move, and suddenly lost the familiar support.He clutched his throat tightly with his hand, but the gurgling blood had already seeped down along his fingertips, and he could only let out a strange hoo hoo.
"Don't you really want to live?"
Jiang Wen came close to him again in an instant, and swung his sword to chop his big head into the air, "Mani Baozhu said that you really want to live, so just die obediently once again as a living person in an instant." !"
The extremely fierce swordsmanship had exhausted Jiang Wen's strength, but he just pushed lightly, and the headless corpse fell into the turbid yellow river with a plop.
"Go to Huang Ji, the Haoli Ghost Country was lured here by the Prefect Ling of Huanyang, and now only you, who are also from the Haoli Ghost Country, can bring it back to its original place."
Jiang Wen sighed helplessly with a pale complexion, "How can there be Huangquan Artemisia in Jiazi, and the whole city has fallen into the nether world. For thousands of years, Fuzhou City has been extremely safe, except that it was almost led to death by a few people with ulterior motives."
Huang Ji, in black and white hat, looked at the rolling river with a look of fear.
"Daoist, are you sure I can do it? Does the secluded spring and sea eye in the West Lake really need to be suppressed?"
Jiang Wen stared at the dark night sky, trying to find a sign of dawn from the endless darkness, and said in a low voice.
"From the Western Jin Dynasty to the present, Youquan Haiyan has been a part of Fuzhou City. Since ancient times, it is better to control the floods. As long as Haoli Ghost Country is no longer attracted by people with good intentions, what's the point of keeping him?"
"The trouble you caused by yourself, I have done my best. And don't worry, I have seen it clearly when I practiced Zhenshui Iron Rhino by the West Lake. Youquan Haiyan will be fine."
Huang Ji looked at him timidly, and continued to ask doubtfully, "Why are you so sure?"
Jiang Wen sighed faintly, and whispered the last sentence.
Then he pushed Huangji into the tumbling waves, sat slumped by the river and watched the white horse river that had been mad before gradually calm down, as if something huge and bloated was quietly going away with the invisible wind.
…………
The change seemed to be only in an instant, and the sound of waves and shouts of killing became part of the vague memory.
A night of fresh rain washed away the smoke and dust all over the city, and the green willows were also blown uncertainly. The dazzling light among the leaves came from the dewdrops, and the bright color of the dewdrops came from the rising sun in the sky.
The smoke and rain rose so suddenly, like the last trace of a nightmare turned into a breeze and mist, covering the front porches of thousands of households, but the drizzle couldn't stop the pedestrians at all, and the smoke from the kitchens in the market was soaring upwards.
In the three lanes and seven alleys, there are slowly the sounds of door panels moving and soft conversations. Thousands of households breathe a sigh of relief in this gentle and quiet rain scene. Understandably continue.
And on the empty street where no one was paying attention, a stumbling figure with a sword on his back was slowly going away, leaving all the fireworks in the world behind.
Holding a bare pole in his hand, he gradually drifted away amidst the yelling of Xiaoshi, who was gradually becoming lively, and finally disappeared.
The last chapter of this volume
Those who have tickets in their hands look up to me_(:_」∠)_
ps: This chapter can be accompanied by the soundtrack "The Wind Rises from the Sky"
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