From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

Chapter 16: The No. Bandit in the World!
Qi Jiguang rushed into the courtyard, closed the door, and lowered his voice to say sincerely:
"Recently, there have been chaos at sea, and there may be a major battle at Xiangshan. It is really a bit..."

As he spoke, Qi Jiguang couldn't help but be shocked. He had been commanding troops in battles along the coast over the years, observing the changes in the celestial phenomena, and understanding the murderous spirit of the army. He felt that his boxing spirit had improved greatly.

However, he didn't expect that even though he was very close to the Left Commander, he couldn't detect anything.

Qi Jiguang suddenly felt a little worried. If the Left General could do this, what about Zhu Tiandu?
They thought their defense was impregnable and flawless, but did it really have no loopholes?

Seeing Qi Jiguang being so cautious, Lu Bing laughed and said:

"Only His Majesty and Eunuch Lu know that I left the capital. You don't have to worry."

Qi Jiguang wanted to say more, but Lu Bing raised his hand to stop him, raised his eyebrows and said:
“If there were no sea turmoil, what would I be doing here?
Although the Qingliu and Yan party in the court were in great conflict, after all, the emperor was in control and no major chaos would occur.

What's the point of me, a martial artist who practices martial arts, staying there? I might as well come here and do something practical.

Besides, Yu Xujiang and I have a life-long friendship, and he created that formation here, so of course I have to come and see how you guys are doing."

Hearing the name Yu Xujiang, Qi Jiguang was silent for a moment, then saluted Lu Bing with his fists clasped.

"Left Commander is so righteous, Qi admires him."

Yu Xujiang, whose real name was Yu Dayou, was Qi Jiguang's military predecessor. Both of them were masters of boxing who had fought in battles, and were collectively known as "Yu Dragon and Qi Tiger."

But this Yu Long actually died in a boxing experiment.

Lu Bing sighed:
"The formation boxing technique that can restrain the Grandmaster's boxing power, in the whole world, I'm afraid that only Yu Xujiang dares to think of it, dares to do it, and dares to sacrifice his life for it.

How did you deal with his body?"

Qi Jiguang was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice:
"Brother Yu meant that we should keep his body and not rush to bury it so that we can observe carefully what went wrong."

Lu Bing was stunned for a long time before he shook his head and sighed:
"This Yu Xujiang, most of the deaths of the masters of the past were due to the experimentation of boxing techniques. He understands this principle, so why should he rush for success..."

He lamented:

"He taught me this principle. Eight years ago, I wanted to explore the secret of the 'Blood Gate Shangqu' in Wudang boxing, but something went wrong. Fortunately, Yu Xujiang was by my side, so I was able to save my life.

Even if His Majesty had mercy on me and allowed me to take all the treasures in the palace, and even if I got the help of some magical object, it would still take me eight years to restore my original appearance.

But why is he just like that, oh!"

What Lu Bing said is indeed the truth of martial arts.

Every mature martial art has numerous taboos and quite complicated steps when practicing, and these precautions are all lessons learned by our predecessors at the cost of their lives.

Although Yu Dayou is a master, it is really unrealistic to want to create a boxing formation that can restrain the master from scratch in such a short time.
Qi Jiguang was not unaware of this, but he also keenly captured another message in Lu Bing's words.

With such a magical object, how can...

Isn’t the Southeast chaotic enough and not worth the effort?
Although he understood that Lu Bing's importance in the heart of the current emperor was incomparable to that of ten or a hundred Yu Dayous, Qi Jiguang still couldn't help but feel moved.

He frowned and said solemnly:
"The Left Commander should also know that the situation in the southeast is urgent. There are pirates causing chaos outside and natural disasters and man-made disasters inside. How can Brother Yu not be anxious?"

Lu Bing was speechless.

Having been in the central government for a long time, he naturally understood that the chaotic situation in the southeast was largely due to the influence of party struggles in the court.

From a certain perspective, what killed Yu Dayou was not just his boxing skills or the southeastern pirates, but also the fierce struggle in the court.

In fact, Lu Bing came here because he took into consideration the possible civil unrest in the southeast caused by "changing rice to mulberry".

He once wrote a letter to Emperor Jiajing, hoping to postpone the matter, but his letter was rejected by Yan Shifan. Fortunately, the emperor also knew how powerful Zhu Tiandu was, so he allowed Lu Bing to leave Beijing alone and rush to Taizhou.

Among them, Emperor Jiajing also used the technique of checks and balances, asking Lu Bing to keep a close eye on the Yan Party and not to go too far.

Of course, it was not convenient to reveal the inside story of these court struggles to Qi Jiguang, so Lu Bing could only sigh.

"What Yuan Jing said is true. I only hope that you and I can carry on Xu Jiang's legacy and pacify the southeast."

Seeing Lu Bing's statement, Qi Jiguang felt a little relieved, although he had not yet completely let go of his grudge.

It is well known to the court and the public that this commander-in-chief of the Jinyiwei's rear army, the Left General, is also a famous master of boxing for many years, and it is difficult to find an rival in the whole world.

If Lu Bing had not been interested in fame and had stayed in the Western Garden for a long time, rarely going out, I'm afraid the title of "the best boxer in the court" would not have been given to Yan Shifan.

Qi Jiguang's feelings about this were much deeper than those of ordinary people.

This was not only because he himself was also a master of boxing, but also because he had actually seen how Lu Bing fought.

In the 29th year of Jiajing's reign, when Altan Khan ordered the Mongolian army to march towards the capital, Qi Jiguang was the chief flag officer in charge of guarding the nine gates of the capital.

When he was still a young man, he stood on the city gate tower and witnessed with his own eyes Lu Bing riding out of the city alone, leading more than a hundred personal guards, and attacking the Mongolian army's main camp, charging in all directions.

Qi Jiguang was fascinated by the heroic demeanor that was invincible and frightened of gods and ghosts, and he admired her extremely.

When seeing him again now, Qi Jiguang felt that Lu Bing was as talented as ever, and had even made further progress.

With the help of such people, Xiangshan and Haikou can be somewhat safer.

Lu Bing looked at the marks on the wall again and asked:

“This must be the Dragon Head Stone, a treasure of Wudang Nanyan back then, half on the cliff and half in the sky. In a battle in the past, this thing fell into the deep valley. Who would have thought it would end up here?

It is a wonderful idea to use the Taoist charm nurtured by Wudang for hundreds of years to refine the Buddhist Eight-Part Heavenly Dragon Fist.

Is Zhu Tiandu, the Dragon Lord, really so terrifying? Even a figure like Yu Xujiang has to pin his hopes on an inexplicable formation? "

Qi Jiguang heard the disapproval in Lu Bing's words, his eyebrows twitched, and he smiled bitterly:
"The old dragon wants to ascend to heaven and turn into a dragon, so naturally the eight heavenly generals must work together to stop him..."

The emperor of this dynasty worships Taoism, and Lu Bing has been on duty in the Western Garden for a long time. He has seen many Taoists who pretend to be gods and ghosts, so he got a headache when he heard such words, so he opened his mouth to stop them:

"This man has been living in seclusion for many years. He might be like Xu Jiang and me, suffering from a serious illness due to boxing experiments. He is not a concern for the time being."

Qi Jiguang nodded to show his approval.

Just as Lu Bing said just now, most of the deaths of great masters throughout the ages were due to experimental boxing.

After all, which boxer who has made it to this point is not a genius who is one in ten thousand, one hundred thousand, or even one in a million?
Even though they have become masters, these chosen ones are never satisfied and will not stop climbing forward.

——Without such a will, they would not be able to gather their own grandmaster fist power.

But this dead end road to the immortal gate is too difficult. If you are not careful, you will be smashed to pieces.

For example, Qi Yuanjing, even though he had a lot of valuable experience and information that Yu Dayou exchanged his life for, still had bumps and bruises on this road, leaving behind many hidden injuries of varying degrees.

Moreover, the further you go on this road, the more you will explore the most subtle parts of the human body, and the more dangerous it will be.

With Zhu Tiandu's boxing skills that are almost the best in the world, even the slightest mistake would lead to big problems.

Lu Bing waved his hand and said lightly:
"I will capture his adopted son first and test the strength of this old dragon."

Qi Jiguang nodded and said with a smile:

"If Zhu Polong really dares to take the risk this time, with the help of the Left Commander, he will never return!"

However, Lu Bing did not seem to be excited at all.

With his status, position, and martial arts skills, even if he defeated a younger master, he would still be suspected of bullying the weak, which is not worthy of praise at all.

The only rival in Lu Bing's mind was the "number one rebel in the world" who topped the list of "Wu Zhi Lu" and was a master of boxing.

He didn't say anything, but just looked at the angry and wave-like marks on the courtyard wall, recalling the appearance of his old friend, in a daze.

The rain was getting heavier. A hundred miles from the city, the waves were rolling like dragons.

At noon, the clear sky was piled up into lead gray by thick clouds. Heavy rain, accompanied by strong winds, rushed towards the vast and surging sea, stirring up thousands of waves that surged endlessly. The waves swept back and forth, sometimes sinking into the abyss, sometimes emptying out, swirling up and down.

Looking down from the sky, one can see a tiny object, as small as a mustard seed, bobbing and swaying among the raging waves.

That's a small boat.

There were more than twenty figures in black on the boat. A big man stood alone at the bow, looking at the turbulent sea with a defiant look.

The robes of these men in black were soaked through, clinging to their bodies, outlining the ferocious contours of their weapons and making them look murderous.

Just by looking at how these people were able to keep their bumpy bodies steady and not be thrown into the sea in such a ferocious storm, you could tell that each of them had a very profound foundation in boxing, and they were at least at the level of a great boxer who had practiced body building.

But even for the big boxers, it was still too difficult to fight against such bad weather. Many people had pale faces and weak limbs.

Suddenly, the boat shook again. A man in black had exhausted too much energy and could no longer maintain his standing meditation. He was swept away by the waves. His companions around him wanted to reach out for him, but they were too slow.

Just as the man was about to fall into the sea, an arm with muscular muscles and bulging veins, as if made of copper and iron, stretched out.

That hand pierced through the rain curtain between heaven and earth, tore apart the surging waves, accurately lifted up the black-clad man by his clothes, and pulled him up.

"After you go back, start practicing again from horse stance."

The powerful voice without any emotion broke through the sound of the storm and the raging waves, and resounded in everyone's ears.

These great boxers who were fully qualified to establish their own schools on the shore, all showed expressions of complete reverence on their faces after hearing this voice.

The man in black who was rescued by him lowered his head in shame, feeling embarrassed.

At this time, the rain was even heavier. The heavy rain, along with the howling strong wind, violently smashed into the turbulent sea, forming a huge wave that swept in all directions.

The distance between heaven and earth seemed to shorten suddenly, leaving only a gap for the human world.

In this cramped and narrow gap between heaven and earth, all living beings should bow their heads to show their awe of the power of nature.

But at the bow, there was a man with his chest bare, standing proudly despite the beating of the violent waves.

He is Zhu Tiandu’s adopted son, Zhu Polong, the “Crocodile God of the Four Seas.”

After several high tides, the boat finally approached the shore.

Because it had rained so heavily and the tide had risen so violently in recent days, the Ming army's nearest outpost to the shore had retreated a mile, so their arrival did not attract the attention of any soldier.

But someone still found them.

A cry of approval pierced through the rain curtain of heaven and earth, resounding in everyone's ears.

"He was able to cross the raging tide in a small boat and keep everyone safe. My son's boxing skills have really improved over the years."

Zhu Polong's eyes were filled with horror, his hair stood on end, and he turned his head suddenly.

Thunder roared across the sky, breaking through the iron curtain of clouds. Zhu Polong could clearly see a black shadow floating under the sea and suddenly approaching.

In the blink of an eye, the black shadow had crossed a distance of five or six feet and came in front of him.

A slender figure emerged from the water, it turned out to be a tall man in a gray robe.

The man looked to be about thirty years old, with soft and delicate skin, and a sickly paleness that came from not seeing the sun for a long time. He looked like a weak scholar in a vernacular novel who was so weak that he couldn't even tie a chicken.

But his face was quite broad and angular, his thin lips were pursed into a line, showing extraordinary decisiveness, and his eyes were dark, like two cave entrances that lead directly to the depths of the abyss sea, with a kind of fascinating magic.

Behind this man, hurricanes were raging, tides were surging, and waves were surging, as majestic as rising mountains. He looked like the Dragon King in human form, whose every move could cause wind and waves and overturn the rivers and seas.

Zhu Polong took a deep breath, bowed his hands, lowered his head, and tried hard to suppress the trembling in his heart, but his voice still trembled a little.

"Godfather, why are you here?!"

For a master like him, this was an extremely incredible performance, which showed how much of a shock his soul had suffered.

Although Zhu Polong could still maintain his composure, the twenty or so great boxers behind him were so shocked the moment they saw this man that they all knelt on the ground and shouted, "Long live the Dragon King!"

If they treated Zhu Polong with respect as a strong man, then when they faced this man, it was as pious as worshiping a god.

When they landed just now, these big boxers didn't feel any signs of anyone swimming, which means one thing.

This person walked up from the bottom of the sea!
Walking from the bottom of the sea, they were actually faster than taking the boat!

If this isn't the Dragon King, then what is it?!

Zhu Tiandu shook his robe and raindrops bounced away. Even if the rain was overwhelming, it could not touch his body, just like the water-repellent magic in myths and legends.

He turned his head and looked at his adopted son whom he had not seen for a long time. His voice was calm, but there was a profound meaning in it.

"I had a feeling yesterday and thought you might be in danger, so I rushed here."

Zhu Polong frowned and asked doubtfully:
"How could this be? Zhejiang has suffered from the imperial court for a long time, and the people have gradually lost their hearts. Most of the martial arts masters in the southeast have secretly surrendered to us.

Yu Long is dead. Can a Qi Hu stop me and so many great boxers? Did the emperor send a master here? "

Zhu Tian just laughed it off.

"Now that I'm here, it doesn't matter."

There was a lot of arrogance in these words, but when they came out of his mouth, there was no sense of arrogance or bullying, but rather a sense of rightness.

This is the spirit of "the greatest bandit in the world".

Zhu Polong nodded heavily and asked in a low voice:
"Godfather, your injury..."

As the adopted son who inherited all of Zhu Tiandu's boxing skills, Zhu Polong knew deeply how serious his adoptive father's injuries were.

Six years ago, in the battle in the southeast, there were three masters who participated in the siege of Zhu Tiandu.

Yu Dayou who came from the military, an old master from the southeast, and the eunuch Lu Fang, who was the seal holder of the Imperial Household Department in the palace.

Although Zhu Tiandu used the "Thunderous Hand" to kill the old master who was exhausted and seriously injured Yu Long, he was also hit in the chest by Lu Fang with a heavy "Thunder God Beating the Drum" and had to walk away.

In the six years that followed, although Zhu Tiandu made great progress in his boxing skills as a result of this battle, reaching the superior realm of "knowing without seeing or hearing", his physical injuries were never fully recovered.

This is why, for the past six years, Prince Baolong has lived in seclusion and left all matters concerning the thirty-six ships to his adopted son.

Zhu Tiandu raised his eyes, his eyes were bright and bright, and he said slowly:

“For me, this is not an injury, but the result of not fully exerting my strength in a previous battle. It is also a major hurdle in the martial arts.

I have recently realized that if I want to break through, I must have the determination to give up everything and destroy everything.

All these years, I took my life too seriously, which is why I am stuck here. In fact, this is totally unnecessary."

Zhu Polong stared at the man whom he admired most in the world, his throat rolling and hesitant to speak.

Zhu Tiandu just raised his head, looked at the storm in the distance, and said with emotion:
"The Book of Changes says 'wind, tiger, cloud and dragon'. Today the wind is very strong and the weather is excellent, just right to send 'Qi Hu' on his way."

In the end, Zhu Polong still said nothing, but said respectfully:
"Since my foster father has taken action himself, Qi Yuanjing should have no regrets even if he dies."

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(End of this chapter)