From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

Chapter 47: Broken Bones and Recasting to Seek Immortality, the Disabled Talk about the Numbers of Head Fire (6400)

After hearing Xu Xing's words, Hu Zongxian and others looked at each other in silence for a long time.

Xu Xing convinced them with just one sentence.

"I have a friend who has also achieved the Way of Sincerity and reached the Grandmaster level."

Upon hearing the news, Lu Fang made a decisive decision.

"Okay, let's do it."

As a grandmaster, he deeply understands what it means to have an additional grandmaster-level combat power at this critical juncture.

Xu Xing raised his head and asked again:
"I heard that recently, many Southeast boxers have come to help. Are there any good fighters among them who can join us?"

Although over the years, the Southeastern Martial Arts Group had been in an ambiguous relationship with Zhu Tiandu and Zhu Polong due to various policies of the imperial court, when the thirty-six ships really united with the Japanese and officially launched an uprising, the internal division of the Martial Arts Group was inevitable.

Among them, some boxers who had long been resentful of the imperial court agreed to the conditions proposed by Zhu Polong and simply took this opportunity to rebel completely. They played a huge role in the Battle of Xiangshan.

There was also another group of boxers who were extremely disgusted by such traitorous behavior and turned to the Taizhou government to support Hu Zongxian, the pillar of the southeast.

When Xu Xing was robbing other pirates at sea, he had already gained a clear understanding of all the large and small islands in the southeastern waters.

Therefore, he also knew that Aobei Island was not a large place and was covered with dense forests and rugged rocks, making it difficult to deploy a large force. If he wanted to land on the island to fight, he had to streamline his manpower.

The people of the southeast have been tough and martial since ancient times, and there are many boxers. Even if only a part of them are available, there must be hidden dragons and crouching tigers among them. Xu Xing wanted to pick out a group of them to participate in the battle of Aobei Island.

When Xu Xing mentioned this, even Lu Fang showed a rare look of embarrassment.

Hu Zongxian took the initiative to explain:
"Although these heroes have been here for some time, and Eunuch Lu has personally screened them to ensure that there are no spies among them, they are indeed a little...not easy to control."

Xu Xing looked at Lu Fang again, and then he understood.

These boxers are all people with tempers and personalities. Although they are gathered together for the same goal, some friction is inevitable after a period of time.

Logically speaking, this problem can be easily solved by fighting side by side a few times.

However, the confrontation between the Thirty-Six Ships and Taizhou was already established. No major war had broken out in the past two months, so these boxers had no chance to get along with each other.

To put it bluntly, it is because there is no master who can be called the "leader of the martial arts world" and can completely command this group of people and unite them into one.

Although Lu Fang had this ability, he was a palace man after all, and he also took the lead in surveying the southeast and compiling the "Wuzhilu".

Therefore, no matter how good his boxing skills are, these boxers will not buy his account.

Lu Fang also took his own status into consideration and was unwilling to intervene rashly. As a result, the matter came to a standstill.

After understanding all this, Xu Xing suddenly said:
"How long will it take for the meeting scheduled by Zhu Laolong?"

Xu Wei replied:

"Five days."

Xu Xing nodded and looked into the distance.

"That's quite enough. The training ground is over there. I'll go there."

When Xu Xing brought people out from Taizhou, he already knew the specific location of the Taizhou camp.

Moreover, with Xu Xing's current level of boxing skills, even if there is no one to show him the way, he can sense the condensed military spirit of war in the dark just by using his mind.

This kind of "qi" is not substantial, and only masters with profound spiritual practice can perceive it.

Hu Zongxian looked at Xu Xing's current appearance, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Xu Wei knew that he could not persuade him, so he simply turned his face away, neither supporting nor opposing.

Lu Fang took a deep look at Xu Xing and said in a deep voice:
"You are a man of the underworld, without an official position, but you have superb boxing skills, so you are indeed suitable to lead them..."

For some reason, everyone present felt that there was an unprecedented heavy pressure in Lu Fang's words, sweeping over them like an overwhelming force.

After saying this, the eunuch said no more and walked away.

Hu Zongxian was confused. Xu Xing and Xu Wei, the uncle and nephew, looked at each other and understood what Lu Fang meant.

This internal minister was afraid that Xu Xing would take advantage of the opportunity to win over the hearts of the martial arts people in the southeast, and after Zhu Tiandu was defeated, he would take advantage of the situation and become the next Prince Baolong.

Xu Wei knew clearly that when the war in the southeast was over, Eunuch Lu would probably target Xu Xing first.

——It is even possible that we won’t even be able to wait until the war ends.

After obtaining the consent of the three people, Xu Xing turned the wheelchair and wanted to drive to the parade ground. At this time, Li Shizhen finally couldn't sit still anymore. He put some strength in his hands and scolded:

"In your current state, instead of recuperating, you still want to care about these things? Do you know how badly you've been injured?!"

By the end of his speech, Li Shizhen was so angry that he could no longer suppress his anger.

Perhaps apart from Xu Xing, he is the only one who knows how seriously injured this "Great Sage Hun Tian" is now.

What made Li Shizhen even more angry was that half of the injuries were caused by Xu Xing himself.

If a boxer wants to achieve great success in bone training, he must be extremely cautious and advance slowly. It is not uncommon for it to last for several months or even a year.

How could someone do like Xu Xing, who directly broke all the more than 200 bones in his body and completely reshaped them in just a few days?

You know, there is marrow inside the bones. If there is any slight change in it, the worst outcome would be hemiplegia.

Li Shizhen couldn't figure out why Xu Xing was so anxious. It was obvious that the "Sanfeng Blood Classic" had pointed out a bright road. As long as he worked hard and used breathing techniques to train his muscles and bones, why bother taking risks?

The one who asked Xu Xing to come up with this method was naturally Da Lei Tian.

Xu Xing originally planned to cultivate his muscles and bones imperceptibly according to the methods recorded in the "Sanfeng Blood Classic", but after killing Da Lei Tian, ​​Xu Xing changed his mind.

In that battle, Da Lei Tian's strong muscles and bones, the thundering sounds of his body, and his unimaginably abundant and powerful blood left a great impression on Xu Xing.

If he continued to practice according to the method of "Sanfeng Blood Sutra", Xu Xing was sure that his muscles and bones would never reach the level of Da Lei Tian.

Therefore, after studying Da Lei Tian's corpse, Xu Xing combined the internal strengthening method of "San Feng Blood Sutra" and used mirror image to conduct many experiments, and developed a feasible method of "tendon and bone training".

There is a great relationship between strengthening tendons and strengthening muscles.

When Xu Xing cultivated the "Kongxian Nang", he had already refined the large and small tendons, ligaments, and fascia in his flesh one by one, which enabled him to achieve superhuman levels of physical strength and explosive power.

As the saying goes, if the tendons are one inch longer, the strength is ten times greater. This is exactly the reason. Ordinary people only train the twelve large tendons that run through the body. Naturally, their strength cannot be compared with Xu Xing's method of training, which pays attention to every detail.

It can be said that Xu Xing was only one step away from the "ultimate state of tendon refining" that he had envisioned.

What is lacking are the tendons, periosteum, fine tendons and ligaments between the bones.

This step can be used to complete the task during the process of recasting the broken bones.

Xu Xing has understood clearly that in the art of bone refining, if one wants to reach an extreme level that no one has ever reached before, he must inject strength deep into the bone marrow, connect each joint, stimulate the breath, refine the marrow and nourish the essence, and regenerate new blood.

In this way, Xu Xing's blood-water texture, which has already gradually become "jade liquid", will usher in another leap.

By then, he will be able to truly get rid of the embarrassment of the "Empty Immortal Bag" self-destructing after fully unleashing it, and completely cultivate an indestructible immortal body.

To reach this point, crushing old bones and regenerating new bones is naturally the fastest and most thorough way.

Taking this opportunity, Xu Xing was able to make up for the shortcomings of tendon training, and even tried to completely integrate the tendons and fascia with the bones, forming a pattern similar to "twisted tendons bound with ribs" and "golden threads wrapped around jade pillars".

It can be said to serve multiple purposes.

Wanting to achieve an "indestructible" body in one step is of course extremely dangerous, but when it comes to practicing martial arts, Xu Xing will naturally not do anything that has no chance of success.

The extreme sensitivity brought by the "Empty Immortal Capsule" allows him to grasp the most subtle changes in his body, which is the basis for refining broken bones.

More importantly, Xu Xing also has rich experience brought by consuming mirror images.

Of course, when it comes to practice, there will certainly be some unexpected changes, but compared with ordinary boxers or even masters, the advantages that Xu Xing possesses are unimaginable.

Considering that these things were not worth telling to outsiders, Xu Xing did not explain much, but just waved his hand and said calmly:

"Doctor Li, I am confident, no need to say more. Besides, it is not easy for boxers to come to help at this time, so it is reasonable for me to spend some time and give some advice.

When they get to the battlefield, perhaps just this short moment of effort can help save a few more of them.

Isn’t this kind of thing worth doing?”

After hearing the last words, Li Shizhen looked at him deeply, stamped his feet, and said nothing more. He just took a gourd from the side of the wheelchair and handed it to Xu Xing.

"Drink the medicine first."

Xu Xing knew that this meant agreement, so he just smiled, took the gourd, drank it all, and handed it to Li Shizhen.

What is contained inside is the "tiger bone chalcedony paste" that Li Shizhen once wanted to obtain, but the concentration is about ten times that of ordinary "tiger bone chalcedony paste".

A tonic of such concentration, even a master like Qi Jiguang, would feel overwhelmed and unable to benefit from it after taking a sip.

However, Xu Xing took it three times a day, drinking a whole gourd's worth each time, and also taking various other medicinal herbs.

If the entire Southern Shaolin had not been looted, these extremely rare resources could not be bought with any amount of money. After all, this was the accumulation of a martial arts holy land, and it could not be measured by money.

Isn’t it true that even if Li Shizhen wanted to exchange it for a sixth-grade old ginseng, he couldn’t get it?

This is also another guarantee for Xu Xing to dare to break his bones and rebuild them.

After all, in this world, no matter how strong the spirit is, it must be rooted in material things. These abundant tonic medicines are the most solid material foundation on his martial arts journey.

After mastering the "Kongxian Nang", Xu Xing's breathing and the speed of absorbing medicinal power have increased dozens of times, which is just right for using these tonics to accumulate qi and blood and nourish the body.

Weighing the empty medicine gourd and looking at Xu Xing's pale face that seemed nothing had happened, Li Shizhen couldn't help but feel emotional.

Compared to the emperor in the palace who was practicing alchemy, the young man in front of him looked like a real immortal.

Forget it, forget it. Since you are an immortal, why should you be restricted by ordinary medical principles?
When Li Shizhen thought of this, he stopped hesitating and pushed his wheelchair towards the training ground. Not long after he left the door, Xu Wei quickly followed.

Coming to Xu Xing's side, he whispered:
"I think that old yin thing..., you still need to make some preparations."

Xu Xing certainly understood that Xu Wei was talking about Lv Fang. He turned his head, looked at Xu Wei's anxious face, and smiled slightly.

"I know it well."

Seeing that his nephew was so confident, Xu Wei said nothing more and just glanced at Li Shizhen.

Before Xu Wei could say anything, Li Shizhen understood what he meant. He took out a gourd from his backpack, hung it on the wheelchair, and said with a smile:

"Hu Butang seems to be feeling a little unwell. Wen Chang is here. I will go and take a look at him first."

Before going to Southern Shaolin, Li Shizhen was treating Hu Zongxian in Taizhou City, so he and Xu Wei were quite familiar with each other.

Xu Wei calmed down and said:
"Then I'll trouble Doctor Li."

Xu Xing also waved to him as a greeting. After Li Shizhen left, Xu Wei took the wheelchair and complained:

"Why are you in such a hurry to come here in your current situation? Aren't you afraid of something happening on the way? Why didn't Qi Yuanjing and the others come with you?"

Xu Xing smiled.

"I wanted to go fishing, but unfortunately, it seems that Zhu Laolong really didn't pay much attention to us.

Qi Yuanjing and his men followed behind, but they didn’t enter the city, not just to defend Zhu Tiandu.”

Xu Wei suddenly realized the subtext in Xu Xing's words.

He opened his eyes wide and looked around for a while, and although he tried to keep his voice down, he couldn't help revealing some joy.

"You mean, Qi Yuanjing also...?"

Xu Xing was not as optimistic as him and said calmly:

"It's ambiguous, but he does have a grudge in his heart, and it's very strong. I think it's because the incident with 'Yu Long' was too much of a shock to him.

But since Lu Bing died on the battlefield, he probably won't stand on our side directly, at most he will not help either side."

"Not helping each other is enough, it's absolutely enough..."

Xu Wei looked straight ahead, muttering to himself, and continuously flexing and opening his ten fingers, as if he was calculating something.

After a while, he came back to his senses, looked at Xu Xing, and said solemnly:

"In that case, we should really start. I have already communicated with Tan Lun from Prince Yu's Mansion, but he wants to meet you in person and have a detailed chat."

Xu Xing shook his head directly:

"We cannot rely on the clean stream, and we should not have too close a relationship with them. If we want to find someone, we can only look for someone who is truly responsible.

When the Southeast matter is done, you keep Hu Bu Tang in check, and I will go to the capital in person to find someone I can rely on and discuss cooperation."

"Is there still such a person in the Central Central?"

Xu Wei frowned, and Xu Xing smiled again:

"As a group, the Qingliu are not a good thing, but some of them are worth seeing."

Having said that, Xu Xing sighed, revealing a rare look of uncertainty.

“Hearsay is not as good as seeing it, so I want to see it for myself.

If things really go wrong, we will take people to the sea to raise the flag again and help Hu Butang to create a situation of "nurturing the enemy and protecting oneself", at least to prevent the central government from daring to move in the southeast again.

Let’s plan what happens next.”

The person Xu Xing was looking for was named Zhang Juzheng.

Although this person had left a significant mark in the history that Xu Xing knew in his previous life and was famous for his talent and courage, this world was different from his previous life after all.

Therefore, Xu Xing had to meet him first before making any plans.

However, based on Xu Xing's interactions with "historical celebrities" such as Qi Jiguang, Xu Wei, and Hu Zongxian, their personalities were indeed very similar to what is recorded in history books.

I hope it is the same for Zhang Taiyue.

Xu Wei, on the other hand, had no worries and said comfortingly:
"It's good that you can think of this step. Things in the world change rapidly. We should just go with the flow and take it one step at a time."

Xu Xing also nodded and said calmly:
"I have lived for more than 20 years. I cannot hesitate to move forward just because I am afraid of bumping into something here or there. That would be a waste of my life."

Xu Wei smiled knowingly and pushed his wheelchair all the way to Taizhou Camp.

Taizhou camp, parade ground.

Since boxing is widely known in this world, the average physical fitness of these fighters in the army is quite high, so the training ground was built extremely large and sturdy.

Before Xu Xing approached, he could already hear the clamor coming from the field. He squinted his eyes, slumped in his wheelchair and listened for a while, then slowly said:

"The quality is good, and there are some people who can be used."

Xu Wei shook his head and said:
"Your arrogance is getting bigger and bigger now."

Xu Xing raised his eyebrows.

"I'm just telling the truth. Hey, there's going to be a fight in there."

"what?"

There were nearly two hundred warriors in the parade ground.

This scene is almost identical to the original Southern Shaolin martial arts arena, and in terms of temperament, strength, and ferocity, the boxers here are much better than those monks.

Regardless of whether they are from the black or white world, on land or on the water, almost all the boxers in the entire southeast who still have blood, dignity and pride have gathered here.

However, these boxers with different temperaments were surrounding the training ground at this time. In the middle of the training ground, two people were standing opposite each other.

One of them was tall and thin, wearing a coarse cloth and a short brown shirt, revealing two arms as muscular as iron. He wore a bamboo hat, so his face could not be seen clearly. He said dully:

"Hu Mazi, since we have bumped into each other here today, shall we settle our grudge according to the rules of martial arts?"

His tone was sonorous and powerful, and every word he spoke was like a heavy hammer hitting iron felt, as if invisible sparks were splashing.

On the other side, the man called Hu Mazi was a dark-skinned, short-statured, but muscular man. He was shirtless, and he slowly clenched his large and strong hands and sneered:

"Liu Yong, if you want to die in front of so many martial arts brothers, I will beat you to death!"

He was like a powder keg about to explode, his whole body filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Just by looking at the tone of voice when these two spoke, you could tell that they were rare great boxers.

The Zimen boxing that Liu Yong practices originated in Ganzhou.

His master rushed to the southeast from Gan because he knew that wars were frequent in the southeast. He wanted to practice boxing on the battlefield, and also wanted to spread the Zimen boxing in this place where martial arts were prevalent.

Unfortunately, Liu Yong's master had just arrived and did not know the rules of Zhejiang martial arts. He taught boxing without permission, so the master of this sesame seed sent a visiting card and came to his door.

However, neither of them expected that the other party was actually a master boxer. In the martial arts world, rules and reputation are the most important things, and since they have already established a feud, it is naturally impossible for them to stop.

After the battle, Hu Mazi's master was hit by the secret "Five Hundred Coins" acupoint-pressing Yin-Hand technique of Zimen Fist and died on the spot.

Although Liu Yong's master had a slight advantage, he was hit by a "rolling punch", which caused his internal organs to be in turmoil. After returning to Gan, he vomited blood and died in less than a month. His death was miserable.

Because of this incident, the two families formed a blood feud, but they never expected to meet in such an occasion.

In fact, since more and more boxers have gathered, this kind of thing has become common. After all, who among those who travel around the world doesn’t have some background?
Since there is a history, there are bound to be grudges and hatred.

It was only because of the suppression of the great boxers like Yan Pingsheng who had joined the army earlier that there was not much bloodshed.

Even so, there are still many boxers who are injured every day.

The two men who were scheduled to fight today were real big boxers, and they really had an irreconcilable blood feud. When the enemies met, they were extremely jealous of each other and wanted to decide the outcome of life and death on the spot.

It just so happened that Hu Zongxian was going to discuss matters with Xu Wei today, and Yan Pingsheng and others went to the signing room for guarding. Without these big boxers present, naturally no one could control Liu Yong and Hu Mazi.

After saying these harsh words, Liu Yong tore off his bamboo hat and threw it away, revealing a cold and hard face that looked like it had been cut by a knife or an axe. He stared at Hu Mazi with sharp eyes and said in a cold voice:
"Zimenquan, Liu Yong, please!"

Hu Mazi raised his thumb, wiped his lips, and said grimly:
"Big Red Fist, Hu Mazi, please!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Yong took a step forward. The hem of his short brown shirt fluttered in the wind, making a crisp "snap" sound, as if the tip of a whip hit the air.

Liu Yong has been practicing Zimen boxing for more than twenty years. He has already mastered this style of boxing that emphasizes strength rather than force, to the point where "all the energy flows together and the fire is as strong as spring thunder". He can now make crisp sounds just by raising his hands or feet.

Seeing that he was coming at him fiercely, Hu Mazi did not dodge. His right arm was neither bent nor straight. His forearm was thick, and his skin was like copper, wrapped around the bones with an obvious groove in the middle. The tip of his fist was spinning, which was the long punch of the Big Red Fist.

As soon as the two big boxers started fighting, a series of gas explosions were heard in the field, strong winds blew, and long-range shots were launched. The boxers around them were all energized and looked at the field intently.

At this moment, two white and slender hands suddenly came out from the side and firmly held the fists of Liu Yong and Hu Mazi.

Everyone knows that although there are thousands of kinds of punching power, when it finally hits a person, the straight one is the most smooth and powerful.

But this palm actually exerted force horizontally, holding back the powerful and full-strength punches of the two big boxers.

——You can hold back my inch power with such an awkward method?!
——Such a strange posture can also unleash such power?

Liu Yong and Hu Mazi couldn't believe it, but they had to believe it.

In a split second, both of them made the same choice - retreating several feet, but the troublemaker who suddenly appeared did not pursue them, but simply said calmly:
"Two more moves."

"Talk about numbers?!"

The two big boxers raised their heads suddenly.

The purpose of discussing matters among martial artists is to mediate disputes between them.

According to the rules of martial arts, no matter who it is, no matter whether he is right or wrong, if he wants to step out and talk, he must first receive three punches.

This is also known as "diarrhea of ​​head fire" in the world.

Those who are qualified to tell the number are usually the old and respected boxers in the local martial arts circle. Taking into account that the old boxers' bodies can usually only burst forth a few times, the saying of "taking three moves" came into being.

These rules reflect both legality and humanity, which is the characteristic of the martial arts industry.

But in today's southeast where Yu Long is dead and Qi Hu has disappeared, who else is qualified to speak for the two great boxers?
Even Hu Zongxian's personal guard, the Qingcheng swordsman Yan Pingsheng, was not qualified.

Although his swordsmanship is high, he is not yet a grandmaster, has little experience, and is a warrior from another place, so it is naturally difficult for him to be recognized.

So, they both turned their heads to look, wanting to see which expert was coming.

But what appeared in their eyes was not the strong and majestic master they had imagined, but just a disabled person with a face as pale as gold paper, sitting in a wheelchair.

Although the disabled man was quite tall and had strong limbs, he looked like someone had broken his spine and was paralyzed in a wheelchair.

The moment they saw that handsome face, they both couldn't help but secretly sigh that it was a pity, and they had the same idea.

——What a handsome man! How come he became a cripple?

Xu Xing, however, had no awareness of being disabled at all.

He rested his right hand on the wooden armrest of the wheelchair, raised his head, glanced at the two of them, and spoke in a calm and composed tone.

"Two more moves."

(End of this chapter)