Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 8 Hook Xuan Suo Yin
Yan Zhendong walked on the road in a daze, walking faster and faster with his two legs, knocking over countless things on the stone road, and leaving behind the curses of passers-by.

He practiced martial arts at the age of four, and he wears a horizontal iron cloth shirt with 40 years of skill. His body doesn't hurt, but he always feels a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Since the last years of Chongzhen, there have been famines and wars in Shandong, ten rooms and nine empties, bandits like combs, and soldiers like grates. He just felt that life in his hometown was getting more and more difficult. Until one day, he only went twenty miles away to see There are stalls along the way.

It was an elderly woman, crying while cooking.

Yan Zhendong, who asked a lot of questions about why he was crying, could hardly eat for the next few days. After much deliberation, he could only figure out one thing:

A man should make a name for himself, he can't shame himself to bully the villagers, just trying to survive.

Yan Zhendong has practiced martial arts in Zhuangzi for many years, and his mind is full of thinking that he will become famous when he comes out, but he is still reluctant to part with his wife and children at home.

Until that day, someone helped him completely give up.

So he chose to come to the South.

But he gradually discovered that even in the south, copper skin and iron bones can't stop the rumbling stomach, and skillful kung fu can't exchange for a full meal, and he can't even keep the face he wants to fight.

With the last dozens of coins in his pocket, his hands were burning hotly. If it wasn't for that child, he wouldn't even have a meal today.But what about tomorrow?What about the day after tomorrow?What about after a hundred days and a thousand days?

He is far away from his hometown and humble, no one joins in the street performances, the martial arts gym is rejected by others, and the image of Jianghu heard in his hometown is fragmented, and it happens that every fragment can be pierced into his heart.If this continues, the only way out for him is to go to the pier to carry the bag.

He is not reconciled!
Why have I practiced martial arts for many years and achieved nothing?
Why is the person who steals the name so famous?
Why can't I get a meal for all my kung fu?

Why is there no shelter anywhere?
"The imperial court handles the case, idlers get out of the way!"

Before he knew it, he had already walked to the official road. The brigade raised dust all over the sky, and the rumbling sound reminded Yan Zhendong of that afternoon in his hometown. He came back from the field with the same sound, but he could no longer find his home. ...

"No one wants to drive me away!"

Yan Zhendong replied that the dust on the ground was shaken, but he stood there motionless like an iron tower.

"Bastard! Find death!"

The saber came through the air.

Yan Zhendong regained consciousness, and the iron cloth shirt with 40 years of skill was faster than consciousness, blocking the powerful surprise attack.

The punch that followed was just right, as it should be.

This cannot be blamed on him, because this is a punch he has practiced countless times, with a correct angle and strong force.

The person on the horse didn't even react, and fell off the horse in the air. His internal organs seemed to be crushed and stuffed into his stomach. After rolling twice, there was only the continuous sound of vomiting blood.

Standing against the wind, Yan Zhendong squinted his eyes to see the sun peeking out from the clouds, and let most of the Qing soldiers surround him. He looked up and felt that everything had come back.

The rivers and lakes are also back.

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Coming out of Bailian Martial Arts Hall, Xiao Shitou was depressed all the way.Being able to make even a slow-witted beast express annoyance is enough to show how annoyed he is.

"Don't think about it, go back to the Bailian Martial Arts Gym immediately after eating the noodles. I don't dare to be lazy anymore, or your father, the only designated sponsor, will withdraw overnight."

Jiang Wen finished eating the noodles in the bowl, and there was not even a trace of soup and water left, and then he continued to say, "I just don't want to buy these sports equipment on the mountain, so I got a VIP fitness annual card from Master Luo. It's actually a wok. Exercising is similar to using sandbags, I really can't communicate with laymen..."

Little Shitou looked down at the rice bowl as if he had never heard of it.

(._.`)
Jiang Wen patted him on the head, "Sometimes the state of the world may not be right, but if it is not as you imagined, there must be a reason behind it. You can read books, you can ask people, you can think for yourself, but in the end you have to solve it The most important question is not only to ask why, but also to find the root."

Xiao Shitou listened ignorantly, and then said, "Master, do you know? Can you tell me?"

Jiang Wen laughed: "I don't know. What's so interesting about practicing martial arts? If it's like what you want to see, the strong ones stand, the weak ones lie down, and it's clear right from wrong. How can there be so much love and resentment in the world?" Enmity? If you really don’t understand, you should learn how to cook with me, as long as someone dares to say that your cooking is unpalatable, you can use physical methods to make him admit that it is delicious.”

The sound of horseshoes sounded in the distance, and the rumble was about to shake. Jiang Wen squinted his eyes and watched for a while, then sighed and said: "The world is like this. There are people who win every battle but lose their families. Master Yan wins the game, but loses the truth. Playing the game is to play for friendship, and it has always been like this. People who really fight will naturally be easily defeated by others with morality. This is indeed Master Yan who lost."

Xiao Shitou thought for a while: "It's always been like this...isn't it right?"

"...Brother Xun, why did you also time travel?"

The head of Jiang University sighed, "Master, if I understand this, why do I need to hide on the top of Dawang Peak? Since you have entered my sect, you can kneel with me in the mountain with Master..."

Little Shitou looks like five or six years old, but he is actually ten years old, and it will be more than enough to get married in a few years, but Jiang Wen always treats him like a child until he asks such a question.

Jiang Wen patted his head, and suddenly said: "I want to know why you want to practice martial arts. I will teach you to read another day. Today, the master will tell you a story."

The head of Jiang University cleared his throat, and the voice of the reading was so clear and transparent that even the shopkeepers nearby couldn't help but listen.

"The Jin people like to talk about it, also known as playing the rhinoceros. They claim to know the darkness, but they don't know the details, so they put these misfortunes, fortunes, and auspiciousness together, and wrote them in the name of 'Zhiguai'."

"At the end of the day, it's those scholars who think highly of themselves, claiming to be pedantic and pedantic, and they try their best to investigate. But in the end, they can only eat He Yan's Wushi powder, and run around like a drunk. Only when you are exhaling can you scribble down a few strokes, and then you will be exhausted and have a good sleep in the panic..."

""Yiyuan·Volume [-]" said: Wenqiao in Jin Dynasty went to Niuzhuji, and heard the sound of music at the bottom of the water, and the depth of the water was unfathomable. It was rumored that there were many monsters, but they were illuminated by burning rhinoceros horns. After a while, I saw a group of aquatic animals covered with fire, with strange shapes. , or in a horse-drawn carriage wearing a red robe. That night, the dreamer said, "What do you mean by the way you and the Lord Youming Dao Pavilion are?" "

"As for He Yan who was deeply involved in it, He Yan, who was famous for his beautiful appearance, was deeply involved in it before he was killed by Sima Yi. At that time, He Yan's soul was not guarded, his blood was not colorful, his face was haggard, It’s called ghost.’ It can be seen that he can’t even take care of the consequences of taking Wushisan…”

Jiang Wen was silent for a moment when he said this.

In the world, there are those who are born to know, those who learn to know, and there are also those like Wei Jin wielding rhinoceros, who are entangled in some profound and ruthless knowledge because of exploring things they should not know. rabbit.

"Another one, in June of the second year of Tianxi in the former Song Dynasty, the people of the capital falsely said that the hat demon came from Xijing and entered the people's homes to eat people. According to legend, fear was spread, and the crowd sat around, and Dadan made noise, especially in the military camp. The reason for the above consideration is that For treachery, a reward will be issued, and the recruiter will be accused of being a demon."

"Since he was rewarded by the monk Tianshang, the sorcerer Geng Gai Zhang Gang, etc., he ordered Lu Yijian, who lived in the house, and Zhou Huaizheng, who was in the prison class, to sit and taste it. It was an evil method, and he abandoned the market. There were several people who even sat on the river. However, the falsehood is true. At that time, from the south of the capital, they were all closed in the depths, knowing that the king of Tianfu had ordered Ye to open the inner door, and anyone who dared to speak up would be arrested immediately, and the demons would not be happy."

"In the end, although it was claimed to find the culprit, such as Seng Tianshang, warlock Geng Gai Zhang Gang, etc., the incident was still closed, and even the official explanation was not left. A joke. But the martial arts recruited by Six Doors, that is 120 seven lives, can only use a sentence "this year, more than a hundred people were killed without a fight" to hastily close the case, even Bao Zheng did not dare to sit in the Kaifeng mansion Ming Zhanzhao will re-investigate..."

The shopkeeper next to him was fascinated by what he heard, and couldn't help interjecting: "Master Taoist, have you heard about the Wuliting outside the city? Ten years ago, there was a big famine and no one escaped there. Ghost Domain. But even today, people often say that in the pavilion, they saw legless women haunting, holding a dead baby, begging for food from Guo Lu..."

"I heard a little bit." Jiang Wen nodded.

The shopkeeper said as he put away the table: "These things are shocking. Dozens of people saw them before and after, but no one can tell the beginning and the end. I don't know where this Taoist priest lives. Next time you hear the story, you might as well come here to eat bowls." Talk slowly face to face."

Jiang Wen cupped his hands: "Ten miles away from here temporarily, Dawangfeng."

With a bang, the bowl in the shopkeeper's hand fell to the ground, and the noodle soup spilled all over the floor, but his eyes were fixed on the other person, his pupils shrank into black dots because of fear, and his clever tongue was now unable to speak clearly. up.

"Jia...Jiahe Peak...that ghostly place..."

Jiang Wen sighed, put the meal money on the table, and left quietly with the little stone.

"Do you understand? To learn martial arts, the first thing is to survive."

(End of this chapter)