Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 35
The atmosphere in the venue is tense at the moment, and a big battle seems to happen at any time, but the autumn rain that is fluttering in the empty mountains has never been humane, it only knows how to drift with the wind and don't know where it is.

The breath of generous death infected the people in the Jianghu, especially these brave and valiant Shaolin disciples, who had already grasped their weapons tightly and surrounded the Qing soldiers with cold eyebrows.

You can say that they are brave and intrepid in battle, but this brave and bold spirit is enough to make ghosts and gods change their minds!
At this time, the wind and rain in the mountains became more and more rapid, and the faint sound of the dragon's chant in this valley changed from weak to strong, and it suddenly turned into the sound of Xiao Guan, with occasional noises of horses screaming, floating in the air.

"what sound?"

Someone in the martial arts community found out, and the inspection by the Qing soldiers also felt that something was wrong.

"I'm afraid it's the aura of swords and soldiers here that attracts the Yin soldiers in the mountains to cross the border, so there is the sound of marching while drinking horses..."

An older person explained, "Just don't run around, a living person has a strong yang, and if you don't deliberately bump into it, you will get sick at best."

But this explanation does not convince others.

Because when the purple electricity streaks across the sky, it will light up the cliffs on both sides of the valley from time to time.Basically, you don't need to have good eyesight to see an astonishing number of black shadows moving across the mountain, jumping over the cliffs like walking on flat ground.

Hong Lixiang has read poetry and books for a long time, and he has also dabbled in these strange stories, so he quickly comforted everyone.

""Taiping Yulan Ghosts and Gods" has a clear record, saying that there are beasts in western Fujian and other places named mountain capitals, shaped like Kunlun people, with sharp hands and feet and claws, high rocks and peaks, and then they live there. Beast, don't panic."

This explanation is more convincing, but Chen Jinnan and Lama Keba unanimously ordered the formation, shrinking the team and entering a state of alert.

Because apart from the large number of black spots on the cliff, these ants-like gathering and moving things seem to be transporting some rectangular things from the cliff, and they are arranged side by side in the caves of the cliff. At first glance, it looks like a square Square wood, but when you look closely, it looks more like one after another, densely packed boat-shaped coffins...

"President Chen, you have seen a lot, so you must know what happened here?"

The demon monk Keba said with a grim expression.

Chen Jinnan said in a deep voice, "Maybe on a rainy night, you may hear the sound of people and horses pipe pipes, and in the Ming Dynasty, there will be coffins on the cliffs—this is the strange thing about Wuyi mentioned in "Taiping Guangji". It is just like this."

""Tai Ping Guang Ji"?"

The demon monk Ke laughed loudly, as if he had heard a very funny joke, and his waxy face suddenly became ferocious: "I think it is said in "Shukui 120 Seven Picture Praise Notes"! This demon book circulated in the former Song Dynasty was written with human blood. Record the origin and whereabouts of Yixi all over the world! Don’t forget that this book first belonged to the Prime Minister Shi Miyuan, and then flowed into Song Lizong’s tomb, who let him see the light of day again?!”

Chen Jinnan's face was as sinking as water, and he didn't care about the other party's vicious words and appearance.

"Since you already know what's going on here, you must also know about the chisel-tooth people. The chisel-tooth people attacked the army of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty so that none of them survived, and even forced Emperor Wu to personally sacrifice to the mountain—the mountain today. , is your burial place!"

After he finished speaking, he took out an old scroll from behind. The wooden shaft had been charred and charred, and it looked extremely dilapidated.As he stretched out his hand and shook it, the scroll suddenly unfolded in the wind and rain!

I saw that it was filled with crazy and bizarre cursive scripts in a color as bright red as blood. The words and sentences were sometimes flamboyant and sometimes clumsy, and the handwriting was horribly scrawled, as if a person was waving the book wildly in a nightmare. The small words are all crooked, but listening to Chen Jinnan's chanting, the voice keeps echoing from far to near.

In a trance, the black spot on the cliff seemed to be awakened, and it had already started to move down the mountain.

This blood-colored tome only needs to be glanced at, and it seems to move around by itself. From it, one can see a middle-aged man wearing a round-sleeved robe and a red belt with disheveled hair. Surrounded by countless headless blood corpses, blood oozes and stains all over the jade steps, he is dipping in blood and writing madly!

But the shadows outside the main hall are indistinct, and evil shadows are flying in groups and unscrupulously in the sky of Bianjing in the Great Song Dynasty. These invisible, shapeless, and mindless invisible things surround the greatest capital of the empire, playing wantonly to make people collapse Crazy voice...

"Lixiang, are you afraid of death?"

Chen Jinnan stood proudly on the city wall, blending with the murderous aura of the Tiandihui Jagged Youth Group, and asked softly.

Hong Lixiang only felt a flame burning in his chest, he opened his mouth to speak, but also seemed to want to swallow rainwater to quench the burning in his throat, he said hoarsely.

"Not afraid!"

Knowing these words came out, Hong Lixiang realized that his knees were trembling. As a young master who rested in his study all year round and danced fists and kicks in the courtyard, he opened his eyes wide and wanted to recall the past of his life, but only the rain blurred his vision.

Chen Jinnan said with relief: "Okay! The Qing government has already invaded Yunnan and Guizhou this year, and Li Dingguo is struggling to resist it. The King of Yanping County and Zhang Huangyan from Eastern Zhejiang are teaming up to plan another plan to regain the south of the Yangtze River in order to defeat the Qing government's offensive."

"Although the Qing army that wiped out Southern Shaolin in front of us is small in number, it is composed of nearly half of the elites of the Eight Banners. The handwriting can even mobilize soldiers and horses in 74 counties of the seventeen prefectures in the four provinces of Jiangxi, Fujian, Guangdong, and Zhejiang. As long as this army can be solved With more troops, it is possible to contain most of the Qing court's garrison and create a greater chance of winning for Yanping County King!"

Hong Lixiang raised his head suddenly, tears streaming down his face unconsciously, and suddenly remembered his father's silence and hesitant to speak.

"It turns out that it's for...so...so..."

The young man muttered to himself, trying hard to get rid of distracting thoughts, but it became more and more difficult to control himself.Their Hong family is not only Chen Jinnan's in-laws, but also political allies, and his identity in this operation is self-evident.

bait.

"In planning this operation, I never planned to go back alive. I tried my best to contain and attract the Qing army along the way, and I must let them go in this Wuyi mountain without returning.

Chen Jinnan looked serious, with a hint of apology in his tone.

"But this matter is too risky and too bizarre, and no one approves of it. Fortunately, the king of Yanping County has made up his mind to make a northern expedition, so I can bring all the chips to express my determination in exchange for this opportunity!"

Chen Jinnan has already done his best for this operation, he did not hesitate to put his own reputation on the line, and also gambled on the future of the Chen family and the Hong family. Even if the direct descendants such as the Jagged Youth League are buried together, the Qing army will be dragged into this quagmire. middle!
The black spot on the cliff has already reached the ancient city of Minyue, the patrolling archers in the back row of the Qing soldiers screamed, but the demon monk Keba laughed again.

His smile almost died this time, and the heavy makeup on his face was completely washed off. He looked stiff and twisted, more like a dead body that had been dried for a long time.

"If you don't keep secrets, you will lose your ministers... I won this round of 'talking on paper' after all..."

Keba clapped his hands and laughed loudly, "People who chisel teeth? Then do you know that Yixi, who my clan has been seeking for hundreds of years, is about to come out now! If you are not smart, and you will be sent by my lord Shunzhi just in time, How can everything come so easily!"

The monstrous monk tore off his robes, crushed Buddhist beads, sat cross-legged on the monk's chariot, shook his head and laughed wildly, looking like a monster, and recited scriptures that seemed to float out of hell's sea of ​​blood.

"As long as the true Dharma does not appear in the world, the similar Dharma will not disappear..."

"But, Kasyapa! When the true Dharma appears in the world, then all similar Dharma will disappear!"

"Sit on the invincible precious elephant, Wu Bu Sha him! Only those six teeth and seven branches! Can take you to the real Buddha land!"

(End of this chapter)