Chapter 9 Section VIII

Tai Chi, who has been on the most wanted list of the imperial court for twelve months and is covered in gold lacquer, is so famous that even Shaolin is shaken.In the past few days, the topics of the good-for-nothing boys who have become fatter and more demented after eating more and more, all revolve around this golden lacquer man Tai Chi. "It's golden lacquer and weird slow punches. Doesn't this mean who Qisuo is referring to? Those catchers in the court are so stupid, they want to use Tai Chi to catch Shaolin!" "Yeah, after taking away the dead eighth bronze man, everyone's life will be easier. Hey, I went down the mountain before I graduated. My father must be looked down upon by others, and the family property must only be passed on to my two brothers who graduated from Shaolin. Whatever you say, you have to hold on."

"It's better to do what you say, let's fly pigeons to send a letter to the official! Tell Busha to come and catch him in person!" "Nonsense! Where does Qisuo have the ability to go back and forth between Shaolin and Ruyang for thousands of miles? I often see him squatting in the kitchen to eat at noon! If he really had such a great ability, he would have untied his death point and gone down the mountain! He is still as blind as us Entangled?" "That's right, and why did you paint it with gold paint on purpose? Isn't it to show that there is no silver three hundred taels here? If the dead copper man is stupid, it's not that stupid."

"It's true. Hey." And Han Lin'er often served the elders for dinner, and heard enough whispers, nothing new.But after half a month, Han Lin'er heard a terrible news, something was wrong, and at dusk that day, she finally couldn't help running to Qisuo to ask her for clarification. Qisuo is pestering Zi'an outside the kitchen to listen to the story, and the one hundred and eight heroes in Liangshanbo are fighting the final battle with the treacherous Gao Qi. Han Lin'er strenuously walked up to Qisuo. "Qisuo, is that Taiji that everyone is spreading about you?" Han Lin'er didn't turn the corner, and spoke directly.

Qisuo squatted and scratched his head, while Zi'an laughed foolishly under the tree.In front of people, Zian always looks stupid, so no one will use all kinds of brains on him, so he can concentrate on writing. "You're so smart, do you think it's possible?" Qisuo asked back. "It's fine if it's you, but if it's not you, you have to be careful." Han Liner didn't seem to be joking. "How?" Qisuo was puzzled. "I heard from those scumbags that the imperial court has begun to suspect that you are Tai Chi, the wanted criminal who attacked King Ruyang five times, and is thinking of dealing with you, maybe in a day or two." Han Lin'er put his hands on his hips.

"Treat me? How to deal with it?" Qisuo looked at Han Liner. "According to those copper-stink ghosts, the imperial court is about to arrest you. If you ask me, you should run away." Han Lin'er was very serious, and left after speaking. "Escape?" Qisuo looked at Han Liner's back. Zian looked at Qisuo, Qisuo shrugged his shoulders, as if he didn't take the warning seriously and shook off immediately. "Han Lin'er is right. Don't underestimate the imperial court. Once they set their sights on you, no matter how much you argue, it will be useless. Besides, you should have offended a lot of dignitaries. Even if you find out that Tai Chi is not you, you can still give birth to other people." An excuse to take you. In my opinion, it's better to escape down the mountain overnight, since the Achilles heel on your body is no longer a serious problem..." Zi'an frowned.

Zi'an, the Taoist who does not kill, met him once. At that time, he saw the cold expression on the face of Prime Minister Wen from a distance, and he knew that this person must not be provoked. Qisuo was expelled, but the court's eagle dog could do whatever he wanted with the talisman order. "Zian, do you think I can beat that without killing?" Qisuo felt that his martial arts had advanced so much that there seemed to be no end in sight. "Within thirty strokes, if you still have a chance to kill yourself, you are lucky. Don't be cut off by that Busha. You can't live or die, and suffer from the pain of skinning people alive." Zi'an said truthfully. .

"Are you really going to run away with your tail between your legs..." Qisuo felt a chill run down his back when he said this. Zian looked at Qisuo seriously, and then looked around, for fear that someone might eavesdrop. Seeing that Zian wanted to say something, Qisuo jumped up to the top of the tree, and jumped off again after seeing that there was no one around. "There's something that I've felt strange for a long time." Zi'an said with a solemn face. "What's the matter?" Qisuo asked. "Don't you feel suspicious that the abbot put a death spot on you?"

"How?" "If the abbot sees that you didn't die because of the outburst of zhenqi in the magic-suppressing finger, but your martial arts have improved even more, then he should also suspect that you have found a way to crack it or that someone is secretly helping you, instead of pouring your life into you. angry?" "The abbot is stubborn, and he becomes more ruthless every time, there is no doubt about it." "If the abbot is really so vicious, it should be easy to kill you. He only needs to slap your Tianling Gai at the slow acupuncture point, or he will destroy your eight extraordinary meridians, which is enough to solve the problem of the bronze man formation isn't it?"

"...It seems reasonable for you to say so." "You really deserve to be a novelist, right?" "Then what should I do? In short, it's still an escape word?" Although Qisuo is unwilling, it seems unnecessary to stay in Shaolin for a gamble. If he hadn't been greedy for the abbot and would use the magic finger to "harm" him every three months, making his martial arts advance by leaps and bounds, he would have wanted to go down the mountain a long time ago. Meet Jun Bao. "Qisuo, do the math, the Achilles' heel of your body should also be triggered?"

"Yeah, the abbot went out to investigate again, and the dead spot will probably occur in the next two days." "That's it..." Qisuo looked at Zi'an's appearance, but he really had the look of Wu Yong, a wise man in his novels. In the firewood room, Qisuo was sweating all over his body, looking very hard. "What, it's about to explode?" Zian asked casually, squatting beside him and carving a wooden board. "En." Qisuo stood up, staggering. As usual, Qisuo began to walk round the well on the ground.The floor of the firewood room has been scratched by Qisuo's footsteps, and the hard work is mottled on it.

Qisuo went from slow to anxious, the more anxious the more the more swaying, but Qisuo suddenly hiccupped, the speed suddenly slowed down, the whole person seemed to be drunk, and his footsteps began to falter. Zi'an sensed something was wrong, and raised his head to look at Qisuo. "Are you okay?" Zi'an asked. Qi Suo didn't answer, his ferocious face already showed that this time he stepped around the circle was quite weird. Zian wanted to hold Qisuo, but was shaken away by Qisuo's invisible energy. Zi'an fell down, only to see Qisuo's body suddenly slamming into the wall like an arrow off a string. With a bang, a small part of the wall collapsed, but Qisuo didn't stop the weirdness on his body, he was like a crazy tiger, but he was foaming at the mouth, like a epileptic attack. "Oops! Could it be that he is insane!" Zi'an yelled, "I'll find someone to help you!" After speaking, he stepped out of the firewood room. A black shadow quickly swept into the firewood room.Zian fainted suddenly and fell at the door of the firewood room. The man in black shot like lightning, pointing straight at the seven cords and eighteen points on the back of the spine. However, Qisuo's back slipped, and he cleverly avoided the quick and incomparable finger of the man in black. The man in black froze for a moment, his left hand stretched forward, trying to grab Qisuo's waist. Qisuo turned around, slid and avoided, but kicked the man in black in the lower abdomen. "Hey!" The man in black looked like an eagle, and he didn't avoid Qisuo's kick. He slapped his palm lightly, and then used Qisuo's kick to make himself back away. After these two shots failed, the man in black saw that Qisuo's obsession was faking, so he wanted to leave. "Who are you!" Qisuo blocked the door, staring into the eyes of the man in black. The man in black didn't answer or fight, and rushed directly towards the wall of the firewood room, with a loud bang, he just slammed out. Qisuo was shocked, and quickly followed the man in black in pursuit. The man in black was very familiar with the location of the Shaolin courtyard, completely avoided the temple where the monks were sleeping, and took the most unmanned shortcut to leave Shaolin. Qisuo had only taken Qinggong for two weeks, and the teacher who taught Qinggong was a cripple, so he only learned a big-headed ghost. Fortunately, the countryman's feet are strong, coupled with his long internal breath, he still barely nailed the black one. The man in clothes doesn't let go of his back. The man in black ran all the way down the stone steps at the foot of Shaolin Mountain. Qisuo wanted to yell and stop several times, but when he opened his mouth, he felt his footsteps slowed down for a moment, so he had to concentrate on running. In the dense forests of Shaolin, Qisuo has only been active in the Shaolin Temple for a long time, at most he went to the mountainside to fetch water and wash clothes by the stream, and followed the man in black all the way into the dark mountain forest, Qisuo became more and more frightened as he ran. Qisuo found that the footsteps of the man in black were actually cooperating with him. If he ran faster, the man in black would walk like flying. If he slowed down, the man in black would slow down; over himself. But the man in black hurried in when he saw that he was in a state of madness. He stretched out his hand and wanted to knock him down instead of taking the opportunity to sneak attack. Obviously, there was no malice. Qisuo stopped. The man in black stopped and turned his back to Qisuo. "Are you the abbot?" Qisuo asked, her face not flushed and her breath not out of breath. The man in black didn't turn his head back, nor did he react redundantly. "That's what Zi'an said. He's so smart, he can't be wrong when he says it." Qisuo said, concentrating on his guard. The man in black tore off his mask, and it turned out to be the back of Abbot's bald head. "I can't beat you, so you can say it if you have something to say." Seeing that it was really the abbot, Qisuo was discouraged. The abbot was dressed in a well-dressed outfit, he hardly looked old, and his eyes were like torches. It was completely impossible to imagine that this face was the same person as the usual abbot with squinting eyes, flat mouth, and treacherous officials. "Shoot." The abbot clapped his hands and said nothing more. "Zian said, either you want to use me as a martial arts pot for strange experiments, or you are kind to me and intend to help me open up the meridians of my whole body." Qi Suo said bluntly, "Which one are you?" "Shoot." Abbot frowned, Qisuo really talked too much. "Answer me." Qi Suo said, not intending to use force.What's more, from the time he ran and chased just now, he knew that his martial arts were far behind Fang Zhang. A fight that must be won is meaningless, and a fight that must be lost is also dull. "If you can't pass my thirty moves, you will die in this barren mountain." The abbot said coldly, and patted his left hand softly. Qisuo knew that this soft palm was not soft and feminine, so he could only concentrate on parrying. The abbot's martial arts are quite strange, it is clearly the powerful Vajra palm that can break mountains and rivers, but in the abbot's hands, it turns into a soft and erratic empty palm, but every time the palm wind cuts Qisuo's body, Qisuo immediately feels the forceful palm The strength is no small matter, and it is not inferior to the powerful version of the powerful Vajra Palm of the big brother. Qisuo was not afraid of the toughness of the elder brother, but he was very afraid of the elusiveness of the abbot, so he dodged completely and did not dare to take it hard. The abbot's eyes showed disdain, and the shadow of his palm became more agile. Qisuo was completely surrounded by the oppressive energy, so he had to use his best slow fist to deal with it. Change your fingers, and one-finger Zen Kung Fu shoots out. Qisuo was most afraid of this kind of invisible fingering technique, because he couldn't think of a good strategy other than dodging, so he had to forcefully endure two acupuncture points and flying fingers, and then he quickly released the acupuncture points. The abbot shot two more fingers, Qisuo Slightly moving away the important acupoints, and backhanding the acupoints, back and forth, very funny. The abbot was taken aback for a moment, he had never thought of such a strategy. "Nonsense!" The abbot kicked in the air, and Qi Suo followed suit. The soles of the two feet collided with each other in the air, Qisuo stagnated and flew out backwards. "Broken leg?" The abbot frowned. "It's still early." Qi Suo replied, putting on a posture helplessly. The abbot saw that Qisuo spoke normally and his internal breath seemed not to be affected, so he nodded and struck out with both palms! Qisuo was shocked, if he was directly hit by the palm force of the abbot, it would not be a cheap situation to fly out and slap his buttocks to stand upright.If you want to introduce it in vain, but it is absolutely impossible. With this dumbfounding, the abbot's palms were already in front of his eyes, and his hair flew back. Qisuo gritted her teeth, stepped on her feet and quickly dodged, but saw the abbot turned his palms and slammed towards Qisuo's back door, as if haunted by ghosts. "The bald thief really wants me to die!" Qisuo had no choice but to muster up all the true energy in his body, and used slow fists to remove the abbot's hard palm to the side, but the abbot's palm was too strong, and Qisuo only pulled 30% of it. , let the abbot forcefully push and fly out, and his inner breath violently churned. "Invincible." The abbot said coldly. Qisuo wiped off the blood from her nose and staggered to her feet. "It's slow and fast." The abbot pushed out his palms very slowly, and his body made a slight crackling sound. Qisuo is good at listening, knowing that the abbot has pushed his internal energy to the peak, the muscles and bones have been disengaged from their original positions, and they are tightly bonded again. The abbot's slow fist, which doesn't look like Qisuo, doesn't change any moves in his palms, but it doesn't change, but it's an extremely powerful killing. Compared with the rigid punch just now, Qisuo is even less sure to use his strength to pull , the import fails. Qisuo took a deep breath, and the inner force was continuously generated in the stomata, and began to sprint around the abbot! Since his slowness is not as slow as the abbot's, let's beat slow with fast! "Look at the dead bald head!" Qisuo's monkey fist unfolded, attacking the abbot with nine empty ones. The abbot discerned with sharp eyes, turned a blind eye to Qisuo's dazzling feint attack, but gradually pushed Qisuo back with his slow pace and ingenious palm force. The internal force in those palms was amazing. The figure had a terrifying hallucination that was getting bigger and bigger. Qisuo could only back up, back up, and then realized that his back had hit the tree. "Don't shoot me! Then touch yourself!" Qisuo is the most disliked person in the whole Shaolin Temple. Two palms! With a muffled sound, the abbot took two steps back, and Qisuo sank into the trees behind him. The big tree groaned and almost broke. Qisuo panted, looking at the abbot warily.The abbot's face was also flushed, and there was steam around his forehead. "Do you know the two shortcomings of your martial arts?" The abbot said slowly, "Treading round." Qisuo's inner breath was not running smoothly, so he didn't say much at the moment, he started to walk in circles and stepped on the well, and after only five or six circles, the tumbling inner breath was evenly mixed, and he was covered in sweat. "Through a lot of tempering, the rigidity becomes soft, and the softness becomes rigid. There is no trace of rigidity and softness." The abbot said. "..." Qisuo pondered. "The martial arts in the world are not without the method of using softness to overcome the strong, and there are not without the clever moves of the latecomers. You and Junbao have already experienced these. But using violence to bully the weak is the truth of martial arts. This violence is the most rooted foundation. Teaching You cannot avoid it, and there is no escape route." The abbot looked at Qisuo. "You peeked at me practicing kung fu with Jun Bao!" Qi Suo was startled. "It's wonderful, maybe you can subdue a Lianjiazi who is twice as powerful as yourself, but what if the opponent is five times or even ten times stronger than you? Can you move a truly fierce punch? When the opponent's internal strength is far behind you Come on, can you take off his palm strength?" The abbot ignored Qisuo. Seven Suo Moran. Although I am not obsessed with cleverness, I do rely on the enemy's ability to move and maneuver. When I meet a real generation of masters, I still have to fight hard, and I can't do it unless I really become stronger. "Go down the mountain." The abbot said quietly. Qisuo was so surprised that he fell to his knees. "Abbot, please guide the disciples." Qisuo was sweating profusely, shocked and ashamed. It turned out that the abbot was pretending to be a philistine, and under that shameless smile was actually a master demeanor. Zian told Qisuo that the abbot intended to help him open up the eight extraordinary meridians, not to kill him, or to use Qisuo's body as a testing ground for some new martial arts.So Zi'an set up the next game, pretending to be insane, so that the abbot, who was watching Qisuo Tayuan from a distance, had to reach out to rescue him. Qisuo had just heard the abbot tell him to step in circles to resolve the turbulent inner breath, and the voice was vaguely the same as "Prime Minister Wen", obviously it was the abbot who made a point at the beginning to help him dispel the domineering qi of Rong Suppressing Devil Finger. The abbot is a friend rather than an enemy, but why is it a friend rather than an enemy? Qisuo is still in the fog. "Guide?" The abbot shook his head. "I don't understand the painstaking efforts of the abbot, but now I finally know that the abbot's magical calculations must have deep meanings. Hey, I ask the abbot to encourage the disciples and teach them the real Shaolin martial arts!" Qisuo kowtowed sincerely. "Learning too much is like carrying a heavy burden. Why bother? You and Jun Bao have created your own unique boxing, and you will surely excel in the future. Don't teach Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills to blind your vision. Your cavitation holes have been opened, and your internal strength has improved. There will be thousands of miles in a day, and the border will be boundless, don't slacken your cultivation. Before dawn, you go down the mountain." After the abbot finished speaking, he walked towards the mountain. "Abbot, I don't understand! There are too many things I don't understand!" Qisuo knelt, not knowing what to do. "Then let's take Zi'an down the mountain together." The abbot said, the implication is that Zi'an is smart enough to solve the puzzle. Qisuo looked at the abbot's back in bewilderment, unable to calm down. "With Shaolin in my heart, where are there many forests? Without Shaolin in my heart, the world is the world." The abbot disappeared in the dense forest. The sky is dark blue, and the dew is just forming. A large ox cart carried hundreds of planks and walked slowly between the mountain trails.Two bald monks who had changed their Shaolin monk uniforms were lying on the bullock cart, looking at the sky that was about to rise. "It turns out that Shaolin was just perfunctory to the court's eyes and ears, deliberately screwing himself up?" Qisuo crossed his legs. "Probably yes." Zi'an bit the blade of the carving knife. "Then what is Shaolin planning? Secretly confronting the imperial court?" Qisuo guessed wildly, but luckily he has a friend who is good at writing novels. "The abbot wants you to go down the mountain, saying that the answer is not in Shaolin, so you can wander freely, go to Hongzhong, go to Junbao, and see what this martial arts can do for the world. If you are free, go to the bookstall Check it out, and see if my masterpiece has become famous all over the world." Zi'an smiled and looked at Qisuo. "Aren't you going to break in with me?" Qisuo was a little sad.He is tired of parting. "Fighting and killing is not suitable for me. The king of stories, he should travel thousands of miles to write a million-word book. See you as a hero in the future, my first reader." Zian stretched out his hand. "Zian, thanks to you for taking care of me during the five years in Shaolin." Qisuo held Zi'an's hand tightly. The hands of the future king of stories are thick calluses, not inferior to himself in the slightest. No matter in which era, there is only one shortcut to success.Do not hesitate to embark on the most difficult road. After several days and nights, the big bullock cart finally got out of Songshan Mountain and traveled out of Henan. Qisuo jumped out of the car, begged the coachman again and again, and gave some broken silver. "Qisuo, give me a name for this story. If you can, give me a pseudonym. If this book is banned, it won't hurt me." Zian sat on the bullock cart. Zian felt guilty, he couldn't give the ending of Qisuo's vast story first, because he still couldn't think of the ending, maybe he could get inspiration during his travels. "The epee has no sharp edge, and the title of the book is the same. The simpler it is, the better it will be passed down through the ages." Qisuo thought for a while, and said, "The story is about the heroes and chivalry of Liangshanzhai in the Water Margin, so let's call it Water Margin. .” "Have courage." Zi'an rejoiced. "As for the pen name, your real name and surname are Shi, which cannot be changed. You are extremely patient, and you have stayed in the monk's nunnery for more than ten years. How about a pen name called Shi Nai'an?" . "Shi Naian, it's good." Zi'an nodded. "The next time we meet, you will be the king of the story." Qisuo smiled, just like the Jiuzhilong Shijin in the Water Margin story. "Take care of yourself." Zi'an lay down, not wanting Qisuo to see him with tears in his eyes.