Chapter 6 Section five

The sunset in Rujia Village is still beautiful. three years. Rujia Village hasn't changed much after Qisuo left, which is a characteristic of everyone in the era. It's just that old storytellers often miss words and paragraphs, and forget where the story is in the middle of the story.When the old man forgot his words, he would habitually look at the place where Qisuo always squatted next to the old dog, and felt his broken leg thoughtfully. In the village, everyone said that Hongzhong was a money-loser, who ran to Qisuo's house all day long before she married Qisuo, helping with housework in the autumn harvest, just like someone else's daughter-in-law.Hongzhong doesn't care what others think of her, it's just that she is very lonely.

Without Qisuo, even if Rujia Village had ten sunsets, it would not be complete. "Master, when do you think Qisuo will be back?" Hong Zhong always asked. "The most difficult thing to wake up in this world is the hero's dream." The old man always answered like this. The autumn harvest is here, and many officials have come to the village today, as well as several large ox carts ready to collect rent. Everyone is grimacing, not because the harvest is not good, but because the rent for this year has been increased by another layer. Those who have not paid in the first half of the year are now paying interest.

Rarely, a rare visitor came to the village. A bamboo hat rider was walking slowly in the village on a horse.The horse was tall, with a straight neck and a beautiful white mane, which immediately attracted the attention of the whole village, and even the officials who were busy searching could not help but stop. The Mongols grew up on horseback and loved horses the most, and the officials all showed envious eyes. "Little sister, is there an inn in this village?" The white horse stopped, and the bamboo hat guest looked at Hong Zhong, who was drawing water. It was a woman's voice, with a strange accent.

"There is no inn in our small village, and there is a big town twenty miles away." Hongzhong said, noticing that there was a sword hanging on the saddle, and the scabbard was beautifully decorated in various colors. Most of the hat guest's face was covered, but Hongzhong could feel that the hat guest was upset. Twenty miles ahead, wouldn't it be dark?The bucket hat guest has no interest in traveling at night. "Is there a small shop or temple where I can live?" asked the bamboo hat guest. "Go straight ahead, there is a small temple." Hong Zhong pointed to the other side of the village, where there is a temple of Di Gong.

The bucket hat guest nodded slightly as a thank you. Hongzhong watched the bamboo hat guest drive his horse to the Earth Temple, but was stopped by several officials. "Hey! The Western Expeditionary Army is still fighting, and the imperial court wants your horse!" The leader of the poor master has long been accustomed to being unreasonable, let alone seeing a horse worth at least three hundred taels. The bucket hat guest ignored it and continued to push the horse forward. "Hey! Are you deaf or are you looking for death!" the poor man yelled loudly. The bamboo hat guest continued to ride her horse as if she had never heard of it.

This poor man was not an idiot, he didn't order all the officials to forcefully stop the bamboo hat guest and snatch the horse.He saw that the bamboo hat guest ignored their arrogance, maybe it was the son of the official who went to the countryside for fun, or a wanderer with strong martial arts, who simply despised the king's law and was not afraid to use the sword to reason.No matter which one it is, don't provoke it. The group messengers just observed the next movement of the hat guest from a distance, whistled and summoned all the messengers in the village, and then made plans.

Hongzhong has nothing to do with Dou Like, but kindly worries about her.If these evil officials find out that the bamboo hat guest is a woman, they will just rob the horse, and I am afraid that unimaginable and terrible things will happen. Of course Hongzhong doesn't know horses, but seeing that the white horse is so handsome, it must be a foreign object that can run very well, so he gritted his teeth and took a shortcut to the Temple of Earth, trying to warn the bamboo hat guest to hurry up and not stay in the village for too long. Hongzhong ran, and managed to reach the Earth Temple before the hat guest, panting in the grass, winking and warning the hat guest coming from afar.

But the bucket hat guest didn't seem to take the officials seriously at all. When he saw Hongzhong warning him like this, he took off the bamboo hat provocatively, so that the officials following behind could see that he was a woman. Hong Zhong was taken aback, the bamboo hat guest was not only a woman, but also a very glamorous person, no wonder the accent was different from the southern and northern accents that Hong Zhong could imagine. The seductive woman's long hair is as dazzling as gold, her eyes are blue, and her neck is as white as snow. "Hey! I told you to stay here!" The poor man shouted and waved his hands.

There are more than 20 soldiers gathered behind the messenger. Seeing that it was a fight that must be won, all the soldiers took the lead and immediately surrounded the seductive woman. Hiding in the red behind the grass, I looked at the knot of anger, and thought that this fate was also brought about by you. The color-eyed woman sneered, jumped off the horse, and picked up the sword hanging from the saddle. "I want a horse, come and get it." The Semu woman slowly drew out her sword, its sharpness was evident even under the setting sun. These soldiers are not ordinary rags, most of them retreated after the bloody battle in the west.

They saw that this color-eyed woman was tall and slender, even the sharp sword in her hand was a few inches longer than ordinary people, maybe she really had some skills, so they immediately took half a step back. "If you think you are good at martial arts, I would kindly advise you to save yourselves. Now I just want your horse, and if you dare to put on airs, I will take your men with you." The leader of the poor man smiled grinningly and clapped his hands. . The soldiers moved slowly around the color-eyed woman, the knife in their hands was constantly dancing, and the light of the knife was shining, trying to disturb the sight of the color-eye woman.

"Just take you, try the sword." The woman with color eyes smiled, but Hong Zhong could see the tension in the eyes of the woman with eyes. The sent soldiers swarmed up, swords flashing, and the seductive woman's figure did not turn or stagnate, relying on the rapid flying of the long sword in her hand, she easily pushed back the first round of bullying soldiers, and the swords of the two sides did not collide with each other at all. The color-eyed woman sneered, and split the long sword in her hand into two, holding one on the left and one on the left.It turned out that the sword was not a long and short mother-in-law sword buckled by a mechanism, but an even rarer magnetic sword.Since one is dismantled into two, the sword body is also thinner. The color-eyed woman shook her two swords lightly, and there was a faint sound of metal whimpering in the air. The poor master is a man of knowledge, and he concludes that the swords held by the Semu woman must be the national treasure Xuanci double swords of Khwarazmo a hundred years ago.These two swords are made of Xuanci, the reason why Xuanci is precious is because Xuanci has the nature of a magnet, but it is not as brittle as a magnet, it has the firmness of a diamond, but it has the quality of a soft whip.And xuanci can not only disturb ordinary steel, but also the gravitational force between xuanci and xuanci is several times. Those who are good at using the Xuanci twin swords can even fly with the sword, killing people several feet away. It was more than 120 years ago that Mongolia exterminated Hualazimo.At that time, after the Huaguo City was broken, the Mongols searched the entire palace and found no Xuanci twin swords. At one time, they believed that Xuanci was just a legend, and a hundred years later it was even said to be nonsense.The poor man decided that as long as he presented the two swords, he would surely be prosperous in the future. "Woman, are you a royal relative of Khwarazmo?" the messenger asked loudly. The color-eyed woman didn't answer, only saw a fierce look in her eyes. She only intends to use the two swords in her hand to mourn the homeland she has never seen. "What are you waiting for! Cut off her hands!" The messenger yelled, and the soldiers bullied him again. The two swords of the color-eyed woman are dancing like butterflies, the more she dances, the more anxious her body is, her figure is moving and turning, just like a goddess descending to the world, shuttling in the light of the sword.In an instant, blood spattered everywhere, and the five soldiers fell to their knees on the ground, dumbfounded in fright. When the soldiers attacked the city and killed the enemy, they were all brave and good at fighting, but they were not opponents with strong martial arts skills. They immediately guarded themselves to cover each other. The Semu woman is indeed from the extinct Hua Kingdom, but the swordsmanship is not from the Qilin Tianjian, the unique art of the town of Hua Kingdom, but she has figured it out and thought hard. In the final analysis, it is only evolved from the dance of Hua Kingdom. Since it is a dance, it is inevitable that there will be redundant and cumbersome changes. Although the flashing sword has the effect of disturbing the enemy, it is mostly a meaningless move. As long as the enemy calms down, it will not be easy to fight for a long time.Seeing that the soldiers no longer came forward, the color-eyed woman had to dance to the soldiers by herself. The soldiers were not fooled, so they simply retreated all the way. "Hit!" Beads of sweat rolled down the forehead of the color-eyed woman, and the sword in her hand became more aggressive, but she didn't kill anyone again. Semu women don't have much actual combat experience, and this is the first group battle.Relying on her talent, intelligence and belief in revenge, she finally created her own sword dance and killed enemies all the way to Rujia Village.This time, she had never expected to meet a soldier with actual combat experience in expeditions, and it seemed that she was too presumptuous. The color-eyed woman glanced at the steed, thinking about the time to rush back and escape. "Don't let her run away!" The poor master saw the plan in the mind of the beautiful woman. "Who's going to run away!" the color-eyed woman said angrily. Suddenly, a bucket fell from the sky, and the water in it splashed out, causing all the soldiers to panic. The soldiers didn't panic at first, but one after another buckets fell from the sky, and several soldiers couldn't help looking around, for fear that more enemies would be ambushing nearby. "Fall!" Semu woman took advantage of the sudden change, and immediately rushed forward to confront the sent soldiers, killing the sent soldiers groaning and losing their hands and feet on the ground. The Semu girl's swordsmanship was already weird, and she didn't know if the enemy would have strong reinforcements, so the soldiers had no intention of confronting each other, and ran away in all directions. Once the strict formation is broken, the victory and defeat will be divided.The messenger was terrified and wanted to dodge, but he was held down by a big furry hand. "What's so scary about a mere woman?" The poor master took a closer look and found that it was Cannian Toutuo who visited the county a few days ago, and he was overjoyed. Can Nian Toutuo was the ninth of the thirteen disciples of the national teacher who did not kill Taoists at that time. He was tall and mighty, as tall as seven feet. The vajra pestle weighing fifty-seven catties looks like a mad tiger when it is danced, and the mountains and rivers are about to split. The day before yesterday, in front of the county government office, a tax-paying family was about to be imprisoned. Cannian tied the three prisoners together with iron chains. With luck, the vajra rod struck across the body. The chest of the prisoner who bore the brunt was shattered, and the other two suffered aftershocks. He also vomited blood and died on the spot. "Get out of the way, out of the way, it's all a shameful little trick, how can you take the big girl home to sleep." Can Nian Toutuo strode towards the Semu woman with the vajra on his shoulder. The remaining soldiers retreated to the distance, feeling anxious in their hearts. "It's just a rough man, his movements are slow, and I will kill his dog's head with one sword." The color-eyed woman adjusted her breathing without fear. Can Nian waved the vajra casually, and the heavy buzzing sound made the soldiers on the side feel inexplicably oppressed. The color-eyed woman's heart trembled.This open-chested and hairy Toutuo's strength is endless, and the Vajra Pestle is played by him at will like a toy, how can the force that he smashed down later be too strong for him to parry? "My name is Cannian, you have to remember it firmly, if you call me by the wrong name on the bed later, I will stab your legs with another vajra pestle and you will never be able to close them again!" Cannian grinned, with his right hand flat Lifting the vajra, the vajra pointed straight at the color-eyed woman and did not move, which shows that the arm strength is superb. The color-eyed woman danced with swords and flowers, but her eyes were full of fear. "Crooked your sword! Broken your sword!" Cannian laughed, and held out the vajra. Of course, the Semu woman didn't dare to take it head on, she wanted to assassinate Can Nian with her speed, but she was constrained by Can Nian's seemingly clumsy but practical steps. As soon as she got close, the vajra blew down a violent hurricane, and the Semu woman's blond hair was blown away. raised up. escape!The sooner the better! When Semu girl made such a decision, she didn't feel cowardly at all, after all, the gap between the two sides was too great. The color-eyed woman jumped back a few steps and whistled to call for the white horse.The white horse is of the blood of Dawan's divine horse, and has a deep spirituality. It has long been waiting for the owner to call, and immediately rushed forward. "Want to run away?" Can Nian slammed his club on the ground, the ground shook, and the white horse jumped up with its front legs in shock. The white horse was frightened, and the color-eyed woman was even more terrified, seeing that Cannian was standing between her and the white horse. Can Nian was so powerful that he raised the giant pestle to kill the white horse alive! "Xue'er, run!" the woman with color eyes said urgently, the two swords flew towards Can Nian without any hesitation. Cannian smiled, and when he handed the giant pestle forward, he easily swung away the two swords of the Semu girl, and the shock made the Semu woman's hands go limp, and the two swords fell to the ground. Can Nian turned around, pressed the horse's face with one hand, and raised the vajra high with the other. The white horse struggled, but was unable to get rid of the power of remnants and terror. Hong Zhong covered his face with his palms, not daring to look any further. At this moment, a bucket fell from a high height, and the bucket turned over in mid-air, and the water had already splashed on Can Nian. "Who! Come out!" Can Nian punched the bucket, but his body was inevitably wet. A bald boy with a bucket in his hand slowly walked out from behind the Earth Temple. Dressed in coarse cloth, with bare feet and rolled up sleeves, the young man's face is full of weather, but he has a pair of bright and intelligent eyes. "Look at your clothes, you just came out of Shaolin Temple, right?" Cannian was not angry, and patted his chest, "Everyone is Shaolin inheritance, I am not the master's disciple, it is the one hundred and sixth issue, little brother How many semesters did you graduate from? Go to the side and watch, wait a moment and insert (A4) for your part.” "Didn't graduate." The boy showed no fear. "Didn't graduate? That's because you escaped! You're kind! Brother, I'll invite you to eat some foreign meat later, and it won't be too late to go up the mountain again!" Cannian laughed loudly. "Sober and sober." The boy actually raised the bucket and poured it on Can Nian again. The water has quality and formlessness, no matter how high the martial arts are, it is impossible to fight against it, Cannian couldn't dodge it, and immediately got wet again. "Are you looking for death?" Cannian was furious, knocked the white horse unconscious with one punch, and raised the vajra to kill the boy. The seductive woman covered in cold sweat tried to pick up the two swords to punch, but her wrists were sore and weak, and she could only watch helplessly as the boy was blasted into meat juice by Cannian. The young man took a deep breath, and a wave of innate zhenqi flowed from his dantian to all the veins in his body. Before Cannian could reach him, he slowly danced his whole body. His palms were dignified like a big brush, and his steps were as slow as a tiger crouching like an elephant. Everything seemed to be under the silver moonlight again. "Still playing routine!" Can Nian was full of disdain, but he didn't know what kind of boxing routine it was. Swinging the vajra horizontally, Cannian was about to break the boy's waist in an instant. But seeing the young man's figure move slightly, touching the pestle with his hand, and pulling the giant pestle away obliquely, Cannian could only feel his body slipping forward involuntarily, the giant pestle smashed a big hole in the ground, and dust flew. But the young man was not injured at all, still standing where he was, silently looking at his hands. Can Nian wondered, even if the giant pestle didn't hit the boy directly, his hard qigong had been concentrated on the pestle, as long as the boy was slightly touched, he would cough up blood and die suddenly! Although he felt strange, Can Nian had no intention of being afraid of the young man, the giant pestle in his hand only danced more fiercely, and kept throwing it at the young man, the young man no longer stood firm, but moved with the giant pestle. No matter how ruthless Can Nian was, the young man was able to avoid the giant pestle with a slight margin, sometimes he used one palm to drag it, and sometimes both palms shoved it down, so that Can Nian's attacks continued to miss. "Stick, stick, connect, follow, if you are strong, you will surrender, and you will be beaten to death." The young man thoughtfully, and continued to guide Cannian's attack in the violent wind of the pestle. Can Nian's onslaught was futile, and he was angry.The ground has long been pitted by the giant pestle.Sometimes Can Nian would have no choice but to stop and switch to the attack midway, he had to exhaust the power of one blow to continue the next round of onslaught, so the pestle technique was intermittent and intermittent, and he no longer had the potential to subdue demons. After a cup of tea, Can Nian was sweating profusely even though he was born with supernatural power. Compared with being in the situation where blood and flesh were flying all over the city during the Western Expedition, the feeling of all the blows being missed made Cannian feel powerless, and he couldn't help being terrified. "Follow others' backs, bring in failures, don't stand up and don't resist, deny yourself and obey others, open up and listen to freedom—" The young man kept reciting the verses that Cannian couldn't understand, with a calm expression on his face, but nothing get color. And the more Cannian's pestle can't hit the young man, the harder he swings it, but the fierce force is constantly being guided to the ground, the more Cannian's body can't maintain balance, and he is carried away by his own strength every time , At this moment, I felt a little dizzy, and my footsteps also became vain. "No! How can there be such evil martial arts in this world? Could it be that the young man recited a curse that hurt people?" After Can thought of such a thought, he fell into a situation where he could never recover. Cannian, whose mind was getting more and more unclear, just wanted to get out and leave quickly, but he was powerless, because the boy's "spell" was getting stronger and stronger, not only could he not stop the offensive, but he was also circling around the boy blindly. One boy's figure turned into two, two into four, and the remnants circled until the end that even his breathing was so disordered that it seemed that all the energy in his body was about to pour out wildly. The giant pestle went too far, Cannian wanted to throw it away and use his fists instead, but the giant pestle seemed to be stuck to his hands by an invisible force, and he couldn't find a gap to throw it out. "The enemy wants to change but can't change, the enemy wants to attack but can't succeed." The young man said, "The enemy wants to escape but can't escape." He was secretly surprised that he had inadvertently controlled Cannian's movements, which he and his best friend figured out Unimaginable when hitting each other. Of course, the perverted woman watching the battle, Hong Zhong, didn't know what to do. She stared dumbfounded at the extremely strange scene: the young man held the vajra in one hand and rested on the bottom of Cannian's arm in the other, continuously drawing circles, turning circles, drawing circles, turning circles . The circles can be big or small, slanted or straight, sometimes the young man walks in circles by himself, and sometimes he drags Cannian around in circles, like a strange dance. "Let's go!" When the boy said these two words, even he felt suspicious. The young man gently pushed aside the vajra in Cannian's hand, and the heavy vajra immediately flew out obliquely in a circular motion, and landed right in front of the poor man, scaring him so much that he urinated in his pants. The young man felt an unprecedented force hovering between himself and Cannian, this force obviously did not belong to him, because he knew very well that he could not exert such a strong force, and this force became more and more full, turning more and more Urgent, as if the circle between the two of them would be broken at any moment. The young man noticed that the ground was covered with water, and then he suddenly realized that his dull eyes had already collapsed, his whole body was hot, and the ground was covered with sweat continuously pouring down from his body.Of course, that extremely majestic vigor comes from the gradually exhausted remnants, and I just keep squeezing and pulling. "Tsk tsk, this kung fu is quite effective? Or is this Tutuo too useless?" The young man was secretly surprised, seeing that Cannian was powerless to fight anymore, he simply tried to throw Cannian out with the strength that had been accumulated for a long time and was about to break through the circle, so Naturally following Cannian's involuntary footsteps, Cannian, who was more than seven feet high, flew out in such a smooth manner, and flew a full foot before falling, and fell like a dog eating shit. After throwing away the half-dead remnants, the young man felt as if he still had some strength in his hands, and immediately breathed out deeply, and the imaginary innate true energy in his body continued to drag the remaining strength into his body, turning it into a real one. part of the gas. The young man took a deep breath and looked around at the scattered soldiers. The soldiers dragged their injured companions to crawl away, and the poor man didn't know where to hide. No one cared whether Can Nian broke his neck. The young man rushed to Can Nian's side, patted his face with white eyes, and asked innocently: "Hey! How did you feel just now? Nausea? Dizziness? Hey, get up and hit him again!" Of course Can Nian didn't reply. , The tendons of his whole body were almost shaken loose, and the neck bone was also seriously injured. "Ah! Are you okay!" Seeing that Can Nian was still fainted, the young man came back to look at the seductive woman who was still sitting on the ground. "I can handle it by myself! What do I need your help for!" the woman with color eyes scolded angrily, it was simply unreasonable. "Ah, it turns out that you didn't do your best just now, and it was my fault." The young man looked guilty, obviously ignorant of the world. The boy didn't realize that his fight just now had opened the most profound and far-reaching page of Chinese martial arts. The color-eyed woman really didn't expect that the young man who had saved her and was beaten violently would apologize, and she didn't know how to deal with it for a while.He stood up, walked to the white horse whose eyes gradually opened, and stroked the white mane pitifully. "Excuse me, is this Rujia Village?" the boy asked, looking around. "You should ask my name first, how can anyone talk like you like that!" the color-eyed woman said angrily, this young man really sees himself as nothing. Hong Zhong came out from the grass and looked at the boy. "This is Rujia Village." Hong Zhong said. Just now she heard the boy admit that he came from Shaolin, even though the boy didn't ask about Rujia Village, Hongzhong wanted to ask him to ask about Qisuo. "Is there a girl named Hongzhong?" the young man said happily. "I am." Hong Zhong nodded quickly, her heart beating fast. Seeing that her cheeks were slightly red in the red, the color-eyed woman became angry again. "Hello, my name is Lingxue, what's your name?" The perverted woman glared at the boy. "Don't blame me, I have something urgent to consult with Miss Hongzhong." The young man was apologetic, but he still didn't seem to take Lingxue seriously, he pulled the hem of Hongzhong's clothes and walked to the side, Lingxue was shaking with anger . After the two arrived at the Earth Temple, the young man looked apprehensive, and took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Hong Zhong. "But it was brought by Qisuo?" Hong Zhong cried out happily, not at all as strong as usual. "It's Qisuo." The boy sighed, clenched his fists tightly, and turned his head away. He had read the letter.But there is no big character in the red letter, so the five pages of the letter are full of strange graphics. The boy disassembled it for a long time and didn't know what his good brother was scribbling. However, he knew about 80% of the meaning of the letter, so he couldn't bear to see Hong Zhong's expression later. Hongzhong opened the letter tremblingly, sat quietly aside and read it. He froze, and then howled. This crying was so emotional that even Lingxue, who wanted to continue scolding the young man, couldn't find a way to intervene, and the young man even lowered his head helplessly, very low. Hongzhong cried until it was completely dark, and then barely stopped the tears, sobbing. "I'm going to Shaolin." Hong Zhong said, with tears in his eyes again. "Why?" The young man was surprised. "Save Qisuo." Hong Zhong wiped away tears and puffed up his chest. It has been almost three years since Qisuo came to Shaolin. For an old man, three years is just to deepen the wrinkles under the eyes, but for a child who is almost seventeen years old, three years can change the whole person. In the face of these changes, Qisuo is happy, because the environment can change a person, but the hero can change the entire environment.To become a hero, one must have an awareness beyond ordinary people. When those officials and officials were bored, they beat and kicked him in the name of trying tricks. He also imitated Jun Bao and endured it indifferently, so he used the most stupid method to learn "" unloading force". A while ago, Qisuo participated in the boring crash course of standing stances, the arduous iron sand palm crash course, and the chest crushing boulder crash course that guarantees employment. It will still hurt. "Senior Brother Zi'an, I mentioned yesterday that Wu Song met Jiang Menshen, did you figure it out? I was so anxious to wait!" Qisuo hung upside down on the tree trunk to eat steamed buns, scaring Monk Zi'an who was about to sit down and carve a wooden board. Big jump. "Hey, it's almost time to pass the test, do you still have time to listen to the story?" Zi'an said, feeling refreshed in his heart. A person who likes to tell stories has no better friend than a person who likes to listen to stories. If this person who likes to listen to stories is not dumb, but can also talk about opinions and add fuel to the story, it will be even more rare. Since Qisuo entered Shaolin, Zi'an's speed of writing stories has been accelerated several times, and it is much more motivated to be urged by someone than to write alone. "Okay, okay, I have learned all the eighteen boxing techniques needed to break into the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation, even if I don't rely on bribes, I will be fine." Qisuo gnawed the steamed buns, hooked his feet tightly to the tree, Start doing the upside-down push-up exercise. Of course, there are eighteen guards in the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation, and each senior is good at one kind of boxing technique or weapon, a total of eighteen kinds.The eighteen kinds of Li Xingyi Quan account for half of them, and they are Shenglong Ba, Tiger Bite, Hanging Crane Kick, Ground Lying, Eagle Claw, Snake Hand, Bat Dipping, Monkey Fist, and Lion Roar in order.Others are weapons, such as knives, spears, swords, sticks, whips, shields, three-section sticks, and hidden weapons.The last level is the zenith hammer. You must break five bricks with your first breath to break through and enter the wooden man alley. Qisuo is not proficient in each of the above martial arts, but he is very sure that he will go down the mountain earlier than Han Liner and others, because his hand strength is getting stronger and stronger. He almost broke Han Liner's hand yesterday when he was practicing snake hand, making Han Liner wow yell.In fact, Qisuo has not been defeated by Han Liner and others in the past two years, so he has to keep his hand so as not to hurt them.And Qisuo and Junbao even discovered that there is a very pure zhenqi in the body that is constantly being generated, maybe this is what people call internal force. As for the weapons, because the swords don't have eyes, they are afraid of hurting the sons and gentlemen, and the senior brothers who guard the gate all make hasty gestures and blunt the edges. In addition to the obvious progress in kungfu, Qisuo is especially good at taking beatings.After three years of improvement and refinement by Jun Bao and him, that set of slow fists has developed a defensive law of defending the weak and defending against the weak. Often when Han Lin'er punches his body with all his strength, the muscles in that place immediately relax and soften, and his body moves slightly. , with little to no pain. A person who is not easily injured has no possibility of losing, and Qisuo is confident that he can break through the formation with the ability to be beaten. Zi'an coughed a few times and loosened his throat. "It was too late to say it, but it was too soon. Wu Song first threw two fists at Jiang Menshen's face, then turned around and left. Jiang Menshen was furious, and Wu Song kicked him in the stomach. Go up, pressed both hands, and then squatted down. Wu Song kicked, and kicked over, the right foot kicked up early, flew straight to Jiang Menshen's forehead, kicked in the middle, and fell backwards. Wu Song took a step, stepped on his chest Lift this vinegar bowl-sized fist, look at Jiang Menshen's head, and hit him." Zi'an is good at speaking and singing, describing the intersection of fists and feet without actually making gestures, and Qisuo just nodded when he heard it. "Then what? Did you hit it?" Qi Suo replied, that was a must. "I used to say that when you beat Jiang Menshen, you first shake your fist and then turn around, but first fly your left foot, and when you hit it, you turn around, and then fly your right foot; this pounce is famous, and it is called Yuhuan Horse. , mandarin duck feet, this is Wu Song's real talent and learning in his life, it is no small matter! He beat Jiang Menshen on the ground and screamed for forgiveness." Zi'an explained in detail the tricks of the fight just now, but forgot that he heard it from Qisuo. Poking moves. Just as Qisuo was listening with gusto, the big bell to summon all monks suddenly rang. "What could it be?" Qisuo grabbed his head and rolled over down the tree. "Which high-ranking official came to Shaolin for inspection." Zi'an sighed, and the good time of storytelling was once again reimbursed. When the two ran to the main hall, the five hundred monks had almost assembled, and everyone was sitting or squatting, without a trace of solemnity.Jun Bao had already lined up behind Han Liner and the others to greet them. "What's the matter? I didn't see the high official's sedan chair formation." Qi Suo asked in a low voice, and Jun Bao shook his head. "Han Xin orders troops, and it's time to see who has the worst luck." Han Liner turned his head and looked at Qisuo. The eldest brother stood on the high platform in front of the hall and stared at everyone, a few monks from the Bodhidharma Academy stood behind with sticks, and the abbot was twirling his beard and smiling, everything seemed to be the same as usual. The only weird thing was that Senior Brother Yuan Gang, who was guarding the Monkey Fist checkpoint of the Tongren Formation, was wearing a blue bag and stood next to Senior Senior Senior Brother dressed as a lay disciple. "Everyone, today is the day when Yuangang guarded our Shaolin Eighteen Bronze Man Formation for 18 years. He has worked hard all these years. Yuangang's merits and virtues have been completed, and he has returned to his hometown and field. He is still a good brother of our Shaolin." The voice of the senior brother Loud, every word contains a sonorous sound. Yuan Gang bowed to the ground with a happy expression on his face, and the movement of untying the burden on his back revealed the swaying fat of his whole body. The burden looked very heavy, presumably because he had embezzled a lot of money while guarding the customs, and this time he went down the mountain to buy land, marry a wife and become a landlord. "I respectfully invite the abbot to relieve the monk's acupoint." Yuan Gang knelt on the stage, throwing himself on the ground. The abbot nodded, bent slightly, pointed like a flower, and slowly walked around Yuan Gang, his fingers shot out invisible energy one after another, unblocking the eight strange meridians on Yuan Gang's body that had been blocked for a long time. Yuan Gang spat out black blood with a wow, and felt relieved immediately, his whole body trembled gratefully. Qisuo looked at the excited Yuan Gang, but secretly sighed for him. They are already thirty-eight years old, what else can they do if they go down the mountain?The most splendid days of life have been spent in the extremely boring guarding the gate, and I have been sleepy for eighteen years. Could it be that the white money can make up for it? "So, today we in Shaolin are going to elect a new guard guard. This matter has a lot to do with it, because guarding the gate has lasted for 18 years. This brother must be good at monkey fist. His fists are like shooting stars and his legs are like lightning." The senior brother scanned the audience like an eagle. None of the monks in the labor temple who were in line behind the rich boys dared to look into the eyes of the senior brother, for fear that they would be called by their names.Even if there are bribes to take, eighteen years is no joke. "Guarding the checkpoint is a glorious task of sacrificing oneself and helping others. Eighteen years have passed in the blink of an eye. Besides, do we have anything in Shaolin? Want money? Yes! Want women? Yes! Want martial arts? You can't finish it! You need to read scriptures Self-cultivation? The Sutra Pavilion is full of chattering confessions! Look at Yuan Gang, over the past eighteen years, not only has his body become stronger, but his mind has also become clearer, which proves that Shaolin Kungfu is indeed, yes!" The senior brother said while pacing back and forth. "Is there a willingness?" the abbot asked slowly. The abbot's voice is not as loud as the elder brother's, but there is a slow and unhurried reverberation, which shows that his inner strength is profound. Qisuo lowered her head and stared at the shoes. There was a big hole in the left shoe, exposing three toes.If Shaolin Temple hadn't charged three taels of silver for a pair of shoes, he would have wanted to change them a long time ago. "Qisuo? Very good, very good, is there anyone who volunteers?" the abbot said kindly. Qisuo was shocked and raised his head suddenly. Jun Bao and Zian were also shocked. They knew about the abbot's meanness, but they didn't expect to be so tough. Qisuo really had bad luck today. "Abbot, I didn't..." Qisuo stammered. "Qisuo, come up soon." The abbot stared at Qisuo from a distance with a stern expression. Qisuo thought that the abbot might have read something wrong, so he ran to the stage in embarrassment, wanting to explain it to the abbot himself. Han Lin'er and the others laughed in their stomachs. Qisuo is not easy to offend anyone. He offended the abbot as soon as he entered the temple. No wonder there is today's scene, even gods and Buddhas can't save him. "Abbot, in fact, the disciple didn't do it voluntarily. The disciple's ambition is not to guard the gate, but to..." Qisuo panicked and sweated profusely. "Yuan Gang, Qisuo wants to guard the gate voluntarily. Do you think this kid can do it? How well practiced monkey boxing?" The abbot smiled, as if he didn't hear Qisuo's rebuttal. "The abbot is wise. Qisuo, a silly boy, has made great progress under the influence of the abbot's virtue. Monkey boxing is considered very capable among the monks who are working in the monastery. It would be best if he guards the gate." Yuan Gang bowed. "Since Yuangang recommends it like this, the old man only has the beauty of an adult, Qisuo, you have to work hard and work hard in the future, you know?" The abbot smiled so much that his eyes narrowed. When Qisuo heard it, there was a thunderbolt, but at this critical moment, he didn't have time to be dazed. Qisuo immediately wanted to reply and argue. "You don't have the right to speak!" Unexpectedly, the elder brother walked up and down, and slapped Qisuo's mouth with his hand. The elder brother's palm is useless, and it is as fast as lightning. For a moment, all the monks in the audience were stunned. The elder brother's hand was hanging in the air, and Qisuo forcefully pushed it away.This is unprecedented. "Not good!" Jun Bao secretly called out. Qisuo looked at the big brother's stunned eyes in horror.He hadn't seen clearly which way the senior brother wanted to slap him, but felt that his "circle" was being violated, so he instinctively used his left palm to slant away. The elder brother's eyes became terrifying, like an angry lion. "Guys regardless of age!" The elder brother said angrily, and with a move of Vajra Arhat Fist, he threw Qisuo's chest. Senior brother Cai just now gave Qisuo a lesson with his palm, so he didn't bring any inner strength and was impervious to power, but now this punch is like a star hammer, once it touches Qisuo's chest, Qisuo will probably break twice. ribs. "Jun Bao!" Zi'an saw something was wrong. Indeed, no one knew Qisuo's next reaction better than Jun Bao, so Jun Bao ran to the stage. Qisuo just instinctively took a small step back, shrinking his chest, and avoided the terrible punch of the elder brother. "Rebellion!" Eldest brother couldn't hit the Qisuo, only became more angry, and made a wide open and wide open gesture, and swung his fist to use the self-created Pangu Open Heaven Fist. Qisuo's complexion changed drastically, he knew that he should not dodge the big brother's punch just now and made a big mistake, but he couldn't afford the next round of punches, should he continue to resist? I saw Jun Bao rushing through the crowd and leaping onto the stage, kneeling on the ground. "Abbot! Please let the disciple be the gatekeeper of the Monkey Fist!" Jun Bao kowtowed and boldly knelt between Qisuo and the elder brother. If the fight continues, and the senior brother will show no mercy, Qisuo will definitely die tragically on the stage. The abbot looked at Jun Bao coldly, without saying a word. A drop of water fell on Han Liner's forehead, Han raised his head, and a few more drops fell. The sky is covered with dark clouds, thick fog is rising, and there are hidden wind and thunder in the distant mountains, which is quite likely to rain. "Son of the hero Zhang Xuan, have you learned monkey boxing for a day?" The senior brother put away his posture and looked at Jun Bao disdainfully. "...Never." Jun Bao was sweating coldly, not daring to raise his head at all. If he had recruited Qisuo and taught him the monkey boxing, he didn't know which rule he would break, and the consequences would be unpredictable. "Then step back." The senior brother kicked down hard, but felt that the soles of his feet fell into a sand pit, and his strength instantly dissipated and disappeared without a trace. Eldest brother's expression changed drastically. Jun Bao is not a dead person, of course he felt the senior brother kicking him, but he didn't move at all in a daze. 七索震惊君宝跟自己一样无意间展露了苦练的古怪功夫，若再让大师兄当众丢脸，恐怕两个人都会被逐出少林，甚至被活活打死。 “君宝！你搅和什么！能够继承圆刚师兄的衣钵我高兴都来不及，你胆敢插手强抢！下去！”七索佯怒，一脚往君宝脸上踢去，君宝登时摔得前仰后翻、狼狈至极。端的配合得天衣无缝。 七索大笑，双膝跪落，恭请方丈赐下十八铜人阵守关者的可怕枷锁。 他笑着，却无法阻止眼泪盘旋在眼眶里，只好紧闭双眼。 “七索，这死穴一点下去的后果，你是知晓的。每个月都得缓解一次，否则经脉逆流暴毙身亡七孔流血种种你想得到想不到的奇怪死因都可能出现，若你胆敢辜负守关的重责大任也得由你，莫要怨尤。”方丈微笑，伸出手指，“七索，大声再说一遍，你可是自愿担任十八铜人阵之八，共计一十八年？” “弟子自愿，这就叫请君入瓮！毛遂自荐！老王卖瓜！在所不辞！”七索裸着上身大叫，叫得震天价响。 叫得翻落在地的君宝，也落下热泪。 他的好友，惟一的好友，那个立志要下山锄强扶弱，闯出一番惊天侠业的好友，如今屈辱地跪在大雄宝殿前，任凭那些妖僧欺凌、毁灭、剥夺他身上最珍贵的东西。 一声闷雷，大雨倾盆落下。 “恭请方丈赐穴。”七索大叫，全身都发抖着。 方丈点点头，满意地将左手重重按在七索背嵴上的死穴，刚勐绝伦的真气倾泻注入七索的奇经八脉。此真气霸道无比，根本不理会七索自身自然运行的真气的抵抗，犹如百万甲兵直破城池。 七索登时张大嘴巴，瞪大眼睛，眼泪如注，痛得连声音都喊叫不出。连一向交恶的韩林儿都不忍卒睹。 君宝紧紧捏着拳头，恨得无法自已。如果他有惊世武功，就算要与整座少林寺为敌他也要将七索救下。看着好友受此绝大痛楚，比凌迟自己还要痛苦百倍。 方丈似乎有意让七索多受点苦，原本只要半盏茶时间的封穴过程，方丈足足用了一炷香的工夫，痛得七索口吐白沫，肌肉抽搐，五官歪歪斜斜，好像就要变成白痴似的。 方丈微笑，总算放开了手。袈裟也被大雨湿透了。 君宝不敢立刻上前察看，等到方丈擦掉额上的大汗宣布今天的集会结束后，他与子安才冲到台上，将昏迷不醒的七索扛回柴房。 七索被点了死穴，手法又是奇重无比，让他足足昏迷了七天七夜。 其间身子时而发热忽又发冷，吊足了君宝与子安的心，子安略通医术，开了几个解热消寒的方子强喂七索喝下，总算等到七索睁开了眼睛。 方丈所点的死穴，如果一个月内不缓解一次，就会暴毙而亡。这点穴功夫唤做镇魔指，位列少林七十二绝技之四，奥妙无比，绝非暗算毒辣之技，因为点穴成功须花一盏茶时间，真实打斗哪来的笨蛋让人点这么久？ 这镇魔指是少林原本用于匡正行恶之徒的惩戒手段，高僧要求行恶之徒必须改过迁善，方才替他每月缓解一次，直到恶徒的确改过为止，高僧才一次将死穴解开。 一次解开死穴的时间完全没有一定，端视施术之人的意愿。但方丈不嗔却将镇魔指用在威胁守关人恪尽职责上，其实有违少林例规，但方丈用此法管理十八铜人已久，大家也习以为常。 “怎么样了？好像不烫了？”君宝松了口气，摸着七索的额头。 七索不语。此刻的他万念俱灰，脑子一片死寂。 “知不知你在昏睡时直嚷着什么？”君宝试着逗七索说话。 七索微微摇头，又闭上眼睛。 如果能一睡十八年再醒来，也未尝不是坏事。 “你嚷着红中啊！红中啊！莫要等我十八年，快快嫁人吧！”君宝逗着，却自己流下了眼泪。 七索睁开眼睛，叹气。 是啊，自己被困在少林寺十八年已经够衰了，怎能累得红中痴等半生？当初如果听红中的话，在村子里成亲，挑一辈子大粪也就是了，懵懵懂懂的，至少能感叹少林梦未能达成，却也不必真被这个梦锁了十八年！ “七索，你有个青梅竹马在等着你，真好，有个人等，十八年一眨眼便过了。”君宝安慰道，殊不知自己安慰人的功夫正好是倒行逆施。 “直你娘。”七索恨恨骂道。 “直什么娘什么？反正有我陪你挨，你怕什么？等我考进达摩院修炼七十二绝技，藏经阁里经卷浩繁，搞不好换你等我哩！”君宝道，装作毫不在乎。 七索勐摇头，慢慢下床。 七天没开过眼，身子沉得跟什么似的，才踏出第一步就头晕目眩。 “君宝。”七索好不容易走到柴房外。 此时又逢残月银钩，恰似两人初次相逢的那夜。 “嗯？”君宝蹲在一旁。 “偷偷翻墙出少林吧，帮我捎个信到乳家村给红中，告诉她，别再等我了。”七索的背影苍凉单薄，身影在月光下微微颤抖着。 “行。”君宝立即答允。 虽然自十岁以后，君宝便没下过少室山接近人群，但如果连朋友这点请求都办不到，他怎么还有脸陪七索十八年？再说，少林寺少他这么个存在感薄弱的下贱寺僧个把月，根本不会有人发现，早去早回就是。 七索深呼吸，两脚慢慢打开，双手缓缓平推，动作包含了松、柔、静、空，即使全身乏力也能打出个形。 “君宝，一直以来，我有个大侠的梦。”七索在月光下勉强打着两人合力推敲出的慢拳，君宝看了只有更加难过。 “我明白，听到耳朵都长茧了。”君宝蹲着，挖着耳朵。 “下了山，你就别回来了。”七索的语气很平顺，不像在开玩笑。 “你……”君宝震惊，不知道该说什么。 “你带着咱兄弟琢磨出的这一套拳，去让整个武林震动起来……”七索看着自己的双手，看着天上的残月。 七索回头，看着泪流满面的挚友君宝。 七索的目光又回到初来少林的第一夜，那样的天真，那样的豪情万丈。 君宝忍住嚎啕大哭的冲动，伸出拳头。 这是男人间的约定。 七索微笑，拳头轻轻碰了君宝的拳头一下。 “去让全天下见识见识，什么叫参见英雄！”