Comprehensive martial arts: He was in the Jin Kingdom, but he returned to the Southern Song Dynasty

Chapter 38 Playing with Snow
The word "demon" in the martial art of Dafumoquan does not refer to the "Two Sects and Six Paths of the Holy Sect" formed by hundreds of local schools of thought, nor does it refer to the "Asura Demon Sect", nor does it refer to the "Asura Demon Sect", and certainly not the "Six Paths" of the Kunlun Mountains. "The Ming Dynasty respects religion."

Rather, it is a thing. The evil, mysterious, and vicious energy within itself, if these energies are allowed to flow freely and control the thing itself, will naturally become a demon.

This is the truth behind the saying that those who deviate from the right path are demons.

So how to conquer this "demon"?

In fact, the answer lies in this martial arts, which is the word "big".

——Using "big" to subdue "devil" is called "big subjugation of demons"!

There are many martial arts in the Nine Yin Manual, each with its own characteristics. The wonderful thing is that they all use martial arts ingenuity to break through the limits of nature and nurture, blurring the clear boundaries between the two.

If we use Lu Chen's game-like metaphor, the values ​​and mechanisms of innate humans are vastly different from those of acquired mortals. Since he learned the Nine Yin Manual, he has acquired several innate mechanisms and has become a well-deserved "mechanical monster" at the same level.

The Nine Yin Divine Claws are sharp and strong and can draw out the true energy. The stronger the enemy's defensive true energy, the stronger the power will be. Let a mere Lu Chen hurt Li Yanzong.

The Spiral Nine Shadows breaks through the limit of speed and is the supreme light skill.

Waving the five strings with the hands can cause the true energy to flow out. Although it is not as indestructible as the innate Qi, it makes the battle no longer limited to the hands and feet.

But now, the real key to the Great Demon Subduing Fist lies in the word "big".

Its power itself is mediocre, but it has the property of being the most powerful. It can simulate the momentum of a stronger person and shake the mind of the person who is attacked, so that the demon can be subdued.

The fear in Peng Lianhu's heart was his "demon". Once he starts to be afraid, he deviates from the right path of "victory". This is just like a scholar who loses his curiosity about knowledge, a cook who loses his sense of taste, and a dancer who breaks his leg.

In an instant, he wanted to run away, flee, escape. And Lu Chen told him: You can't escape, you can't escape, you can't go.

You will die.

Peng Lianhu shouted angrily, and the judge's pen was thrust out diagonally, shaped like two flying iron dragons. The two stood in the middle of the ruins and attacked each other at extremely close range.

Lu Chen's martial arts was originally inferior to Peng Lianhu's. He only relied on his superb martial arts, quick reactions, and willingness to fight to take the initiative. But now, when we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins, and the initiative gained goes further, becoming the upper hand and even the victor.

During the fast-paced fight, Peng Lianhu couldn't help but roar to strengthen his momentum, but Lu Chen said nothing and calmly punched.

In the first move, the Judge's Pen was a little slow and barely managed to resist the Great Demon-Subduing Fist. In the sixth move, the judge's pen was slower again, narrowly avoiding the Great Demon-Suppressing Fist. On the thirteenth move, the judge's pen was slower again. This time he couldn't resist or dodge.

Lu Chen punched out like lightning, hitting Peng Lianhu's heart with a bang.

Peng Lianhu bowed his body, and a piece of his clothes exploded on his chest and back, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood. Staggering on the spot, he took a few steps back and looked at Lu Chen with a ferocious face. His eyes were protruding, as if they were about to fall out of their sockets, and were filled with bloodshot eyes.

But he didn't fly out, which was really abnormal.

It should be noted that Lu Chen has now entered the fourth level of Jing and Qi, and is a well-deserved acquired fourth-level master. In the eyes of masters such as Li Yanzong, Zhui Ming, and Qiu Chuji, this kind of person is just a follower. Many masters in Wanyan Mansion also sit at the bottom of the table, but in fact they have entered the palace and become a master in the eyes of the world.

And this means that if he punches with all his strength, even a tiger will be killed on the spot, let alone the human body, and fly several feet away.

This all relies on the Great Demon-Suppressing Fist. Its own characteristic is to simulate momentum and create inner demons. There is nothing special about its power, but compared with the Jiuyin Divine Claw, it is actually a rare boxing technique.

This punch concentrated its power and injected it into Peng Lianhu's body without wasting any extra, causing maximum damage to Peng Lianhu's body.

After Lu Chen punched him, he turned back suddenly. Behind him, Hou Tonghai had recovered and was attacking with his bare hands. But only halfway through the leap, he saw Peng Lianhu being punched and vomiting blood. He felt timid and stopped.

He stopped, but Lu Chen moved.

With one step, he suddenly appeared in front of Hou Tonghai, raised his hand and punched him. The fist was like an arrow leaving the string, causing a sharp howling sound in mid-air. Before the power of the fist could be reached, the fantasy that Peng Lianhu had suffered once again appeared in Hou Tonghai's eyes, destroying his mind.

"What kind of punch is this?"

He was in constant fear and panic, and one sentence resounded in his heart, repeated thousands of times in an instant, "I'm dead! I'm dead! I'm dead!"

He was not as good as the top five masters of Prince Zhao's family. He had always been in the same rank as Wan Yankang. He was brought to see the world by his senior brother Sha Tongtian.

Even without the martial arts of the Nine Yin Manual, the state of Guan Zi and the sea of ​​mind, Lu Chen was confident that he could kill him with Nanwu Fist using only the fourth level of essence and qi. Not to mention that now that he is using all his strength and only wants a quick victory, Peng Lianhu can withstand thirteen moves of the Demon Subduing Fist, but Hou Tonghai cannot withstand even one move.

No, he has no concept of "support" at all. When the attack came, Hou Tonghai turned around and wanted to escape. Lu Chen was stunned for a moment, and immediately pursued him, punching out and hitting his back and spine. There were two clicks, and Hou Tonghai remained silent, his body still.

Lu Chen closed his fists, twisted his waist, and turned his head to look at Peng Lianhu. Hou Tonghai screamed behind him, and his spine suddenly exploded with a bang. His flesh and blood bloomed together with the fabric of his clothes, becoming a blood flower in the snowflakes in the sky.

Peng Lianhu was actually not dead yet, standing there with his head bowed. His condition may be better than Hou Tonghai's, but not much better.

His body was unable to move, and the power of the Demon Subduing Fist was raging in his body. He knew that his life was not long, and he only had the last remaining bits of life left. Without Lu Chen's actions, he had already half-stepped into the underworld.

Under such circumstances, it was even worse to see his colleagues dying, but Peng Lianhu actually smiled.

He was laughing while vomiting blood, as if a switch had been turned on in his body. Blood was flowing from his eyes, mouth, nose, and ears in strands. If he looked casually, it looked like there were several small red snakes on his face.

"Good boy, you are very powerful..."

He smiled sinisterly, "But do you know? In order to save those beggars, you ruined a huge thing. You may be wondering, how can we find you... Hehe, not only did we find you, we also found you They have been chased for their lives. A large army has surrounded them. This time it is no longer a few thousand people on the Western Mountain, but tens of thousands of people who have been mobilized on a large scale... Hehe, hahaha...hahaha..."

Looking at his appearance and listening to his words, Lu Chen felt inexplicably funny. Just because Peng Lianhu thought he was a fool who knew nothing, so even if he was about to die, he still tried his best to explain everything to him, and deliberately created a fascinating and terrifying atmosphere.

But he was a poor director and a stupid storyteller. Lu Chen couldn't help but laugh, "Do you really want to see me regretful, panicked and in pain?"

He suddenly tilted his head, stuck out his tongue, and rolled his eyes, looking like a hanged man. "Is this enough?" Because he stuck out his tongue, his voice also changed. Peng Lianhu was stunned. The accident Lu Chen gave him at this moment made even his physical pain disappear.

Lu Chen returned to his normal expression and said calmly, "I really want to explain it to you, but if you talk too much, you will die. Secondly, the whole context is complicated, and you won't be able to hold on until then. Otherwise, will you just be a fool?" Okay?"

He walked over with his hands on his hips, stretched out his hand, and gently tapped Peng Lianhu's head.

Infused with internal energy, Peng Lianhu had long lost the ability to resist. He fell down on the spot and fell into the ruins. Until his death, he still had a look of deep doubt and confusion on his face.

"There are still Ouyang Ke, Master Lingzhi, Sha Tongtian, Wanyan Kang, and Wanyan Honglie left."

Lu Chen recited a few names silently in his heart, gathered their two bodies together, used his inner strength to light a piece of wood, and burned it together with the ruins of the tavern. In this way, even if someone finds the body, the result will definitely be the same as that of a motorcycle warrior, and there is no way to tell the details of Lu Chen's martial arts from the body.

But they can at least know that Lu Chen is extraordinary in strength, and they can also understand the word "weird" that Li Yanzong said. Lu Chen himself knew very well that it would be ten times more difficult to perform similar magic in the future.

At that time, look at the raging fire, stepping on the frost and snow, the firelight reflecting the snow water, and the cold wind stirring up the black smoke. The fire emits smoke, the smoke covers the wind, the wind blows snow, and the snow falls on the fire. Lu Chen was thinking secretly.

"Neither Wanyan Honglie nor Li Yanzong knew about Lao Cui's condition, so they must be prepared. There are fifty to sixty thousand Jin troops on the entire border between Song and Jin Dynasties. Wanyan Honglie was in a hurry, and he was able to gather roughly half of them, just to deal with a life-seeking man."

"But that 'chasing life'... hahaha, that 'chasing life' him, he hahahaha..."

Thinking of that scene, he couldn't help laughing. He laughed so hard that he raised his head and bent over, out of breath.

At this time, the wind came again and the snow became heavy again. The wind did not stop blowing and the snow continued to fall. Lu Chen's laughter gradually stopped, he shook his head and walked away, seemingly back to normal.

——It just "seems".

Halfway through, he suddenly poked his hand into the nearby rocks, grabbed a handful of snow, and sprinkled it into the sky.

This time, he used the Nine Yin Divine Claws, pulling in his internal energy, and pulled away a curtain of snow on the mountain rocks. There was a lot of snow and it was dense, covering dozens of feet in a radius, and there was a heavy snowfall.

In this blink of an eye, all the killings and plans were forgotten by Lu Chen. He was calm, looked up at the sky, held the snow in his hands, and only had this quiet moment of playing in the snow in his heart.

Lu Chen said, "It's great to know martial arts."

He said loudly, "It's so happy to know martial arts."

He finally raised his voice to the mountain snow, "A life with martial arts is so interesting."

……

"Fell into a trap!"

Five days later, in a city farther south, Wanyan Honglie said these words in a state of despair in the inn.

The atmosphere in the city is not right, this is a fact that anyone can clearly see with the naked eye.

The ordinary people were expelled, and the city was as quiet as a scene in a dream, without any life at all. With the inn as the center, a large number of soldiers blocked the streets and alleys, dressing themselves up as traders. Seen from above, they appear to form a tightly woven spider web, waiting for a tough prey. Of course, it was not actually "one" prey, but a group of them.

——And the fact is, there is no one in a group, there is no prey at all here, there are just jokes and ridicule.

Since tracking down the whereabouts of Zhui Ming that day, Wanyan Honglie has been making vigorous organizational arrangements. In the meantime, he had wondered why Peng Lianhu and Hou Tonghai had not returned, but time was urgent. Zhui Ming and his party were getting closer and closer to Song Dynasty, and he had no time to think about it carefully.

Five days was still too short, so he had to compress the time for eating and rest to the extreme in order to contact such an army from various places.

The army gathered together, and then led by him, they first settled in the city that Zhui Ming must pass through, and exchanged letters with Wan Yankang and others. After confirming the time of Zhui Ming and others' arrival, he asked the city lord to expel the people, thus creating an independent city in the city. Their hunting ground.

Such an operation would consume an astonishing amount of manpower, material, and energy. Wanyan Honglie believed that only such a generous act was worthy of the death of one of the four famous arresters.

Whenever an army fights against masters, it requires masters of the same or lower level to be in charge. Those who practice qi are born with endless life, and those who practice body are born with long-lasting physical strength. They can fight for a long time. Simple ordinary people cannot consume their combat power and will only be killed and defeated.

But with the same master, the situation will be very different. Although the sergeants suffered heavy casualties, they were also surrounded by enemies. The purpose of their lives disappearing is only to create space for their own masters.

In other words, these people were sent to die.

When Zhui Ming and his party entered the city, Wanyan Honglie's men kept an eye on them but remained calm until they rested in the inn before reporting them. This is a good place. It is easy to set up ambushes on all sides and is very suitable for siege.

Wanyan Honglie asked several masters to infiltrate into the army, take care of each other, and be ready to provide death-hunting thunderous means at all times. Peng Lianhu and Hou Tonghai had not returned, so they lost some confidence, but when they thought of the military formation of more than 20,000 people, and the pursuit of life with two burdens, those lost confidences seemed to come back.

But reality seemed to be playing a joke on them.

As soon as the three people chasing their lives entered the inn, they were poisoned. While the food was being served, the soldier dressed as an innkeeper pulled out his dagger and stabbed Zhui Ming, who looked like an old farmer. Outside the door, there were many crossbow mechanisms aimed at them, ready to go.

Zhui Ming fell down at the sound.

The soldier was stunned. He was ready to die. He just wanted to force him to make the next move to chase his life, so that the crossbow outside would be effective, but in the end he died chasing his life. How could this famous martial arts master be so vulnerable? Could it be that he is a unique martial arts genius?
Colleagues gathered around and expressed their envy, jealousy and hatred for his great achievements. The good news was reported layer by layer until Wanyan and his son heard it.

They rushed over immediately, both in disbelief and joy. Wan Yankang stepped on the corpse of the old farmer and said proudly, "So you were beaten so weak by Li Yanzong? Haha, why are you chasing after your life? Your own life is already gone!"

Wanyan Honglie frowned and couldn't believe it, but he also immediately went to find Bao Xiruo, who was disguised as a fat aunt, grabbed her hand with one hand, and said softly, "Xiruo, are you going home?"

"Bao Xiruo" was stunned for a moment, and then he jumped out word by word. The tone was a little awkward, but the tone was particularly shy and pleasant, "Husband..."

Wanyan Honglie felt as if he was struck by lightning, because this was a man's voice.

(End of this chapter)