Daming Taoist Medicine

Chapter 140 Chapter 140
Zhang Qianjun opened his mouth wide and asked curiously: "Master! What is the magical weapon in Mr. Lei's hand? How could it be thunder?"

Feng Qingyang calmly said: "It is said that thousands of years ago, a fireball suddenly fell from the sky, cracking the ground, causing heavy casualties. The ancestors selected a group of warriors to put out the fire. On that day, the efforts of the ancestors finally showed their appearance. It turned out to be a huge iron box, which was more than one foot high above the ground. There was a secret door on the box. Only when the warriors entered inside did they realize that there was a hidden universe inside. , as bright as day, and various images and symbols are engraved on the walls, which is amazing. Some people comprehended the above images, invented the art of refining medicine and iron, and now have the vast territory of the Eagle Empire; After comprehending the animal pictures above, inventing totems and beliefs, countries such as Muchen Kingdom appeared; some people comprehended the symbols above, invented characters and continued to repair them, and only then did we have a culture-based capital like our Zhu Dynasty. Your Uncle Lei's current weapon was first engraved on that iron box. Their Lei family has studied this kind of stick for generations. A unique killer in the world."

Just now I was fascinated by watching Lei Guangming fight, but now I was fascinated by listening to Feng Qingyang's storytelling, and asked: "It's grotesque, extremely magical. I don't know where the iron box is, can I still see it?"

Feng Qingyang smiled and said, "How do you think the Gobi Desert came about?"

Zhang Qianjun opened his mouth wide, looking unbelievable, and murmured: "Master, what you mean is that the desert was created by the fireball? The iron box is under the Gobi Gobi?"

Feng Qingyang nodded and said: "It can be read between the lines of the Taoist monuments, it should be so. Well, let's not talk about those distant histories, let's watch your Uncle Lei fight, this level of battle is not common, you You need to read more, it will be beneficial to your future cultivation."

Zhang Qianjun turned his head to look, and at the foot of the mountain, another bigger battle started.

Battelle and Wu Enqi, one on the left and one on the right, had already launched a joint attack on Lei Guangming. The two of them were full of saber energy, and they hit the flaming stick with clinking blazes, sending sand flying around the sky.

Lei Guangming set up his left and right branches, and danced the flame stick in his hand with a loud whistling sound.

Seeing that Lei Guangming was in danger and doing his best, Zhang Qianjun said with concern: "Master! He's two against one, Master Lei is in danger, why don't you go down to help?"

Feng Qingyang smiled and said: "He obviously didn't do his best. If I help at this time, and with Lei Mazi's bad temper and bad mouth, maybe even the patriarch will be scolded by him?"

Zhang Qianjun thought for a while, and said: "Probably not. Cursing people are all cursing at their female relatives. The patriarch is a man. Uncle Lei has never scolded."

Feng Qingyang turned his head to look at himself, a closed disciple, and saw that Zhang Qianjun was watching the battle seriously, so he couldn't help but nodded in relief. A person who can find the rules in the details must be quiet, wise, and talented. Materials that can be made.Feng Qingyang didn't open his mouth to praise, and then looked at the battlefield.

As Feng Qingyang said, Lei Guangming did not exert his full strength.Hearing Lei Guangming's shout of "ha", his momentum suddenly changed, he blocked the stick left and right, circled around his neck, "sweeping thousands of troops" swung the two away, and "beat the mandarin duck" with a blow separated the two, Breaking through the original advantages of Battelle and Wu Enqi.

Battelle and Wu Enqi tried their best one after the other. It seems that the situation is the same as before, and the victory is still the same. In fact, it is not the same. Don't forget that the stick is in the shape of a long stick. As long as you guard the middle palace, you can stab at both ends, which is better than a long grab. Be easy to use.Lei Guangming's strength is getting stronger and stronger, and Battelle and Wu Enqi are complaining in their hearts, unable to speak.

Suddenly, Lei Guangming stabbed Wu Enqi straight at the root of his life with "a bachelor and a chicken". Wu Enqi hurriedly lowered his scimitar in fright, and hurriedly jumped back.

Wu Enqi's action hit Lei Guangming's arms, and he swung the round flaming stick "to the head" to hit Battelle's Tianling Gai. Battelle's original "slash in the air" could not attack no matter what.

Battelle managed to dodge, but was swept away by Lei Guangming's change of move. He hit his chest and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

Wu Enqi rushed to help, but he also left a bloody gash on Lei Guangming's back, the rough skin and thick flesh are not a hindrance.

The wind from the direction of Muchen blows across the battlefield.

When the strong wind blows, the boulder immediately shatters into pieces, and a pebble buried under the soil turns into sand when the wind blows.This is all done by the internal force of the three five-level masters.

The three of them fought a hundred moves again, Lei Guangming and Wu Enqi were both injured, but Battelle was exhausted and seemed overwhelmed.

Seeing that the situation is not good, Wu Enqi murmured a few words about Mu Chen, but Battelle didn't answer, but he gradually retreated.

Although Lei Guangming is powerful, he has been wielding the flaming stick for a long time, and his body is already exhausted, but he still does not want to let Master Mu Chen retreat completely.The ultimate move "stick red dust" hit Wu Enqi, the shadow of the stick was heavy, the head of the stick nodded, overwhelming momentum, flocking to Wu Enqi, the divine weapon that can attract thunder, people are killed, the knife blocks the knife, How dare Wu Enqi take it?We can only withdraw in a hurry.

Wu Enqi performed lightness kung fu, retreating several feet in a row.

Lei Guangming shouted loudly with his mouth open, his voice was like thunder, reaching up to the heavens and down to the four seas, it was really like a thunderbolt possessing his body, majestic and majestic.

Battelle was terrified, his body froze, and Lei Guangming's "crack" hit him on the head, blood bloomed immediately, his feet were nailed an inch, and he died without falling down, but his bones were solid, which was admirable .

Lei Guangming put his stick in front of him, and said, "Wu Enqi! You alone are no match for me. Let's go!"

Wu Enqi gave him a fist, turned around and left without being pretentious.

Lei Guangming touched the corpse for a while, kicked the two beads into his arms, turned around, started to run, jumped up, and climbed up the cliff in one go. After a few vertical jumps, he reached the top of the cliff.

Zhang Qianjun was like a dog's leg, hurried to help him attentively, "Uncle Master, you have worked hard!"

Lei Guangming fell down, sprawled on all fours, panting heavily.

Zhang Qianjun: "My uncle is benevolent! Don't let others go by bullying the weak." Lei Guangming should not.

Feng Qingyang scolded: "You know what a fart, he will be the one who hits the danger again."

Zhang Qianjun: "How could it be? The sky thunder in Uncle's flame stick was only used once."

Lei Guangming slapped the boy on the back of the head, and said cursingly: "It's a fart for not loading gunpowder, do you think I'm stupid? If I can still hit the sky-exploding thunder, I will beat people to death for so long? You Knowing how much internal energy it takes for me to wield a spear and stick, if I continue to fight, I will no longer be a pockmark, but a pockmark."

Zhang Qianjun smiled awkwardly.

Feng Qingyang smiled and said: "Lao Lei, rest first, let me come to the next battle." Turning his head, he pulled Zhang Qianjun to sit opposite him, and asked: "Seeing that my uncle has been fighting for so long today, what do you see? Learn something, you can talk to me."

Zhang Qianjun said: "I found that they all use scimitars, which are generally trained according to the same mold. They are very fast, but not strong enough. None of them is an opponent of my uncle when it comes to fighting alone."

Feng Qingyang nodded with a smile, and said: "Extraordinary eyesight, delicate eyesight, is a good auxiliary talent, you have to focus on training, it will definitely benefit you."

Zhang Qianjun said embarrassingly: "I have been a thief since I was a child, and I am used to looking at people and details. I didn't expect it to become an advantage now. I am really ashamed."

Feng Qingyang laughed out loud, and even Lei Guangming, who was lying there, couldn't help laughing.

Feng Qingyang said: "There is a reason for the nomadic country to use scimitars. The iron mines in Muchen country are scarce, and the iron-making technology is low. The swords and knives made are easy to break, but the scimitar is easy to refine, saving iron materials, and it is also easy to use. To make up for the defect of being easy to break, the widespread use of machetes is the optimal choice for the natural environment. Speed ​​is the advantage of Muchen people, and with the blessing of machetes, they can go up and speed up, making them even faster. However, because they are immediately Nationalities, when put on the ground, they are all bow-legged at a glance, so they are actually not stable. I am telling you this, not to teach you something to show your profound knowledge. In fact, the root cause of what I said is well known, but Looking at the phenomenon through the essence, do you have a different understanding?"

Zhang Qianjun said with a smile: "Clean and gorgeous clothes do not necessarily mean rich people, but if the inner clothes are also beautiful silk and satin, then they must not be poor. This is my thief's opinion. I wonder if I see things through the essence?"

Feng Qingyang laughed and nodded in agreement.

Zhang Qianjun asked: "Master, shouldn't the meaning be that you can defeat them with agility and strength?"

Feng Qingyang's words were not astonishing and he said endlessly: "It takes luck to defeat a person."

Zhang Qianjun was puzzled and bowed down to ask for advice.

Feng Qingyang smiled and said: "You can take the luck I mentioned as 'luck', take your uncle as an example, the first one, if it wasn't for someone else hitting the gun, they would lose so quickly for no reason. Isn’t it luck? Let’s talk about the second one, if they didn’t want to quit and were stunned by your uncle’s loud voice on the spot, they only need to take a step away and they don’t have to die, right? Do you think this is luck? Let’s talk about the first Three, if it weren't for your uncle to pretend to be calm, not to show fatigue, and scare off the enemy, if you fight for dozens of rounds, your uncle will lose, do you think there is any luck here?"

Zhang Qianjun nodded.

Feng Qingyang continued: "These lucks are actually not from the sky, but made by himself. He said so many self-effacing words in front of him, in order to make people take it lightly, so as to lay the conditions for the explosion of thunder. This is premeditated He came out. He kept silent for so long, just to hold back a violent shout to match the thunder strike. Mine, this is calculated based on judging the situation."

Zhang Qianjun asked: "Luck? It should be the cleverness of the machine, right?"

Feng Qingyang nodded with a smile, and said: "The next words may overturn my previous remarks, but the whole is not contradictory. Luck can not only be understood as 'luck', but also can be understood separately. One said, 'luck' ', the second is 'Qi', which can be called luck."

(End of this chapter)