Eternal Sword

Chapter 113: Human or ghost
Chen Tang briefly recounted the analysis of the guest in the mountain.

The fat old man and Qing Mu both fell into deep thought.

In reality, there is no evidence for these analyses.

It's just a rough conclusion based on some scattered information.

The fat old man and Qing Mu had left Qian Kingdom for more than ten years, away from the officialdom and the world. Some of the analysis here shocked even them.

But if you think about it carefully, it makes sense.

The fat old man pondered and said, "So, Wu'an County has become a dangerous place. We must prepare early and leave this place."

"I don't want to leave."

Chen Tang said: "If we hold on to Wu'an County, there may be a glimmer of hope."

He recounted the three key points mentioned by the mountain guest, and said: "If we can achieve these three points, we will have a great chance of winning, turning the situation around, and saving Pingzhou."

"Humph."

The fat old man snorted coldly and said, "That's easy to say, but how do we cut off the support from the Black Water Nation? The second key point you mentioned is actually putting Qingmu in danger. What if Emperor Qian can't make up his mind and doesn't want to re-appoint the Grand Marshal, hand over the military power, and abandon Pingzhou?"

"I know my eldest brother. He wouldn't do that."

Qing Mu said quickly.

The fat old man shook his head and said, "You only know Yuan Qingshan for more than ten years. Now that he has ascended the throne, how can you know whether he will change or what he will become?"

Chen Tang was silent.

What the fat old man said makes sense.

Not to mention if a person suddenly ascends the throne and holds great power, even if he suddenly becomes a county magistrate, a captain of police, or becomes rich and powerful, he may become unfamiliar to others.

The fat old man continued, "There is also a third point. Even if the Li family has some power, what can they use to fight against the Huo family, which has been operating for many years, and the Black Water Gang, which has been planning for a long time?"

Chen Tang coughed lightly and said, "Don't we still have you?"

“This is not a one-man show.”

The fat old man said: "In front of thousands of troops, I can only protect myself, but I can't protect everyone in this yard."

After a pause, the fat old man looked at Chen Tang with a squinting eye, and said doubtfully, "Boy, you are not fooled, are you? With your experience and knowledge, you definitely can't analyze so many things. Did the person who taught you martial arts tell you that?"

Chen Tang didn't answer, which was considered as his consent.

"Although I have never met him, I guess he should be a member of the army of the previous dynasty."

The fat old man said, "Being able to analyze the entire situation so thoroughly, I guess he held a high position in the previous dynasty. What's his name? Tell me. I recognize most of the famous people in the previous dynasty."

Chen Tang shook his head.

He didn't know the name of the visitor in the mountains, and even if he knew, he couldn't tell it.

The fat old man saw this and felt dissatisfied.

You don’t want to tell me, right? Then I’ll try again.

The fat old man said, "You must have learned some new martial arts when you went to his place this time. Come show me some of your skills."

Chen Tang was thinking about finding an opportunity to learn from the fat old man as the guest from the mountain said.

Just as the fat old man mentioned this, he said, "I have indeed learned a method to exercise the bones of my limbs."

After saying that, Chen Tang practiced it a bit.

With the blessing of Vajrapani, his finger techniques are powerful and his punches are fierce!

The fat old man nodded secretly.

He knows Buddhist skills like the Burning Wood Knife and the Vajra Hand, and he is from the previous dynasty, hmm...

The fat old man searched for the target in his memory and said, "You have the Buddhist Vajra Hand, which is a tough and vigorous martial art. After it is fully developed, every punch and palm strike you make will be powerful and strong. It is indeed a top-notch martial art."

"But this martial art is not without a way to restrain it. My little grappling technique uses softness to overcome hardness, and it can break tendons and dislocate bones. It is specifically designed to restrain your fierce martial arts."

Chen Tang said: "To use softness to overcome hardness, it depends on the situation. If the hardness is extremely strong and indestructible, softness may not be able to overcome hardness."

"Hey!"

The fat old man chuckled and said, "You are right, but I know both big and small grappling techniques. If the small grappling technique fails, I will immediately switch to the big grappling technique!"

Chen Tang said: "Then I might also use my grappling skills to counterattack. You are not the only one in the world who has the martial arts that can break bones and muscles."

"Qing Long Si's Qing Long Claw?"

The fat old man sneered and said, "You look very unconvinced. Words are not enough. After a few moves with you, you will know. The Blue Dragon Claw is inferior to my powerful grasping hand!"

"Don't worry, I will control the strength. I am just sparring with you."

"to make."

Chen Tang readily agreed.

The old man and the young boy prepared for battle. Chen Tang didn't hold back and attacked like a hungry tiger descending from a mountain. His tiger claws flew into the air and attacked from above, covering the fat old man's crown, neck and other vital parts.

The fat old man was calm and composed, neither retreating nor avoiding, and he met Chen Tang's tiger claws with both hands.

The pair of chubby little hands looked soft and weak, but when they touched Chen Tang's tiger claws, they removed the force from the claws.

At the same time, Chen Tang felt a sudden sharp pain in the ten fingers of both hands!
Chen Tang took a deep breath and quickly withdrew his hand.

"hey-hey."

The fat old man laughed and said, "What? If I had really used my strength just now, you would not have been able to escape, and all ten of your fingers would have been broken on the spot!"

"Come again!"

Chen Tang shook his hands and pounced on him again.

Still the same moves, a hungry tiger descending from the mountain.

"Again?"

The fat old man frowned and said, "Don't you know how to change your moves?"

He still used the same hand and went forward to meet it.

Just when the two sides were about to come into contact, Chen Tang suddenly changed his tactics, and moved his hands outwards to avoid the fat old man's hands, trying to grab his wrist!

"what?"

The fat old man let out a light exclamation, and quickly changed his tactics. His hands flew up and down, grabbing Chen Tang's wrist from the bottom to the top.

Chen Tang put his hands together and used his forearms to block the fat old man's grab. At the same time, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the fat old man's arms, trying to grab his elbow joint!

The fat old man's expression changed, and he dodged with light steps. At the same time, he counterattacked and grabbed Chen Tang's elbow.

The two sides gestured in place for a long time, the four arms just swaying back and forth, with almost no collision, but their footsteps moved faster and faster.

The fat old man suddenly pulled back, his expression solemn, and said in a deep voice: "Did he also teach you this dragon-catching hand?"

Chen Tang stood with his hands behind his back, pretending to be profound, and said indifferently: "I call this Tianshan Zhemei Hand!"

"Bullshit!" the fat old man jumped up and said, "This is clearly the Dragon Catching Hand!"

"It's just a name, whatever it is."

Chen Tang said, "Old man, your big and small grappling techniques are really powerful. I have been fighting for such a long time, but I still can't catch you. Teach me when you have the chance."

The fat old man's face turned red.

In fact, Chen Tang is not yet proficient in practicing this set of dragon-catching techniques.

In addition, if one has not cultivated to the level of Yi Jin, it is difficult for the arms and wrists to move freely and stretch as desired, and they cannot exert their full power.

Even so, they were unable to defeat his large and small grappling techniques.

The fat old man was a little discouraged and said, "That's not necessary. Just practice your Dragon Catching Hands well and don't practice mine."

"Old man, have you guessed his identity?"

Chen Tang asked tentatively.

In fact, he was also a little curious.

The fat old man waved his hand and said, "Don't guess anymore, it's boring. He might be the Dragon and Tiger Guards in the palace of the previous dynasty, otherwise he wouldn't know how to capture the dragon."

Chen Tang and Qing Mu had heard the fat old man mention it once.

The previous dynasty had a million Tiger Guards and a hundred thousand Dragon Cavalry.

Above the 100,000 Dragon-Soaring Iron Cavalry, there are about 1,000 Dragon-Tiger Guards, who are the imperial palace guards, and all of them are first-rate masters of the third rank or above!
Chen Tang suddenly asked, "Is your surname Feng?"

"Ok?"

The fat old man looked at Qing Mu with a questioning look.

He didn't tell his name. Chen Tang knew his last name was Feng, probably because Qing Mu told him.

Qing Mu shook his head and said, "I never said that."

Chen Tang said: "He told me that."

The fat old man narrowed his eyes slightly.

He hasn't been to China for more than ten years.

After the fall of the previous dynasty, he set foot in Qian Kingdom less than three times in the past few decades.

In recent years, many talented people have emerged in China, and old friends have grown old. Even if he walks on the street, few people will recognize him.

That person actually recognized him?

"Yes, my name is Feng Xuyu."

The fat old man said slowly: "What else did he say?"

Chen Tang hesitated to speak.

"Why are you hiding this? Speak!"

The fat old man frowned.

Chen Tang said: "He said that Brother Feng should go see him..."

The fat old man snorted.

What a big rack!
Not only did he call me his brother, but he also asked me to meet him!
The fat old man said, "Since he recognized me, why didn't he come to see me?"

“It’s not very convenient.”

Chen Tang could only say something ambiguous.

"It's not convenient for me either."

The fat old man looked proud, turned around and went into the house to sleep.

amount……

It seems that the situation is different from what the mountain guest said.

Qing Mu said softly: "It's getting late, go back to bed and we'll talk tomorrow."

"Ah."

Chen Tang responded and entered Qing Mu's room.

into the night.

The fat old man lay on the kang, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, and the more curious he became.

Who is this person?

Being able to see the situation in Pingzhou so clearly, this person must have been no unknown figure in the previous dynasty. I should have heard of him.

Still calling me Brother Feng?
The fat old man became more and more excited as he thought about it. He secretly climbed out of the bed, slipped out of the door, jumped over the high wall, landed silently on the ground, and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye. His speed was astonishing!

He had secretly followed Chen Tang a long time ago.

When he came near the snow mountain, he was discovered by the exotic white tiger, so he did not continue and turned back.

This time, the fat old man planned to meet this person.

The fat old man's seemingly round figure gives people a feeling of elegance and grace under the moonlight, as if he is in the clouds, walking on the wind and leaving no trace on the snow.

Not long after, the fat old man arrived at the foot of the snow-capped mountain.

He did not rush up the mountain. He took a deep breath and then rushed towards the top of the mountain.

The steep mountain seemed as flat as the ground under his feet.

Not long after, the fat old man reached the top of the mountain.

Inside the cave, the white tiger seemed to sense something, looked over here, and slowly stood up. Its huge body brought an extremely terrifying sense of oppression!
The fat old man moved his ears, emitting perception.

In the cave ahead, apart from two strange beasts, one big and one small, there was no third person breathing.

"Brother Feng, how are you?"

At this moment, a voice came from inside the cave.

"Ok?"

The fat old man frowned slightly, looked surprised, and slowly walked into the cave.

The strange beast just stood aside and did not attack him.

The fat old man entered the cave and saw a man leaning against the edge of the stone wall with disheveled hair, looking at him calmly.

"hiss!"

The fat old man was horrified, gasped, and stood there for a while before hesitatingly asking, "You, are you a human or a ghost?"

(End of this chapter)