Chapter 10 Section IX

From the Yuan Dynasty to the ninth year. It has been five years since the Yellow River burst at the Baidi in Henan. Henan, Shandong, Anhui, Jiangsu and other places have been flooded. Money exchange chaos has caused prices to soar.The son of King Ruyang, Kokuo Timur, also known as General Wang Baobao, was ordered to lead an army to suppress civil unrest.Wang Baobao used his troops with extraordinary speed, and his orders were strict, and he repeatedly smashed the scattered volunteer army. The complaining people not only have to face the extortion of cruel officials and heavy taxes, but also have to face the rampage of lawless thieves. Those petty thieves hide from the officers and soldiers and rob the villagers when they meet them, which makes the people unbearably disturbed.As for the horse bandit group with hundreds of people, it is even more arrogant, occupying the mountain as king, raping and looting is even better than Yuan soldiers, and even the local government dare not fight against it.

After Qisuo and Zian separated, she missed her hometown all the time, and returned to Rujia Village before she could do justice. When Qisuo returned to the village, he thought the whole village would be a sensation, but his elderly mother just asked him to feed the chickens, and then went to help his younger brothers repair the broken fence. Everything was at the same pace as before leaving the village, Qisuo felt extremely at ease.Seeing his sister-in-law helping out in the fields with his nephew whom he had never met, Qisuo was even more moved. "Can you talk? Call Seven Sauber!"

"Brother, you should give birth to one soon. Hongzhong went to Shaolin to look for you without saying a word for the past three years, so that his family came to our house to ask for someone to hire within a few days. Dad is going crazy!" The old storyteller has aged rapidly in the past four years, but when Qisuo came back, his stories were spitting out again, as if he was a few years younger again.The old yellow dog who accompanied the old storyteller lost a lot of hair again. When he saw Qisuo, he didn't even have to sniff it. He immediately recognized the old man and wagged his tail happily.

Qisuo squatted beside the old dog, smiling and helping the old man fill in the gaps in the story. After receiving professional training from Zian, Qisuo's ability to add fuel to the story amazed the old man, and he said that practicing martial arts can actually make his mind shine. "Qisuo, how is Shaolin Temple?" the old man asked. "Terrible, but very pleasant." Qi Suo smiled. Staying in the most familiar Rujia Village, Qisuo did not neglect what he cared about the most. Every day, Qisuo walked around the only well in the village, recalling the gesture of disparity in strength between him and the abbot.Often, Qisuo would end the practice in a cold sweat.

Before going down the mountain, the abbot gave serious pointers, which made Qisuo think about his lack of martial arts every night. The slow fist created by Qisuo and Junbao is weak and strong, but the absolute strong is something that the weak and weak cannot compete with it.There are so many martial arts in the world, and there are especially many fierce martial arts methods. Almost all the kung fu in Shaolin Temple pay attention to toughness.The self who is less than the top and has more than the bottom can only kick the ass of the demon clown. Thinking about it, Qisuo felt really nauseous.I have been in Shaolin for six years, but I passed by the real Shaolin Kung Fu, and I have created a set of strange boxing techniques. I don't know why I am so proud.

"Joke, I think so, do I want to be the best in martial arts? Forget it, this kind of kung fu is enough, don't just practice kung fu and forget what you need kung fu to do." Qi Suo comforted herself, but I also hope that when I meet Jun Bao in the future, I can ask him for his opinion. I even hope that Jun Bao's aptitude is far superior to his own, he has already discovered the shortcomings of Slow Fist, and has reached the realm of a real master. Qisuo returned to Rujia Village with another purpose. At the entrance of the village, the old yellow dog is looking lazily into the distance, with his tongue half stuck out of his mouth that has almost lost all his teeth.

"Master, all the way back, I heard people say that a group of domineering horse thieves gathered in the nearby Niuyin Mountain, and even the government can't deal with them. Where are they? About how many people?" Qisuo was most worried that his hometown would be ravaged. "Don't make bad ideas, who doesn't know that our Rujia Village is poor? There are benefits of being poor, and no thieves will take our Rujia Village's brains." Seeing Qisuo's meaning, the old man shook his head. Qisuo didn't respond, and looked into the distance thinking. The old man sighed.This child has become like this, and he has a share.

"The group of horse thieves was very fierce, and their heads were tied with red scarves. Originally, there were only about a hundred people. The only known leader was Xu, who knew how to deceive people. In just two months, the group of thieves expanded to more than three hundred people. , More than half of them are not mobs, and Xu thief has a little understanding of the art of war, and he has defeated officers and soldiers twice." The old man said. "Ever defeated officers and soldiers? So, those horse thieves are considered volunteers?" Qi Suo asked. "Volunteer Army? Have there been fewer rapes and robbers in the name of the Volunteer Army these days? Soldiers are not soldiers, thieves are not thieves, can you tell the difference in this troubled world? It's just that the officers and soldiers are even more hateful, and they dare not confront the horse thieves. Fighting against each other, but arresting some villagers and putting on red turbans, acting as horse thieves and beheading them, it is abominable, abominable." The old man touched his broken leg.

Qisuo nodded. When he walked all the way back to Rujia Village, he saw a lot of absurd and cruel things. He was anxious, so he grabbed an official horse and rushed home. Fortunately, his hometown was just poor. "Qisuo, as long as our village pays them food on time, everything will be fine." The old man looked at the sunset. "En." Qisuo also looked at the sunset. More than 300 armed horse thieves are by no means easy to mess with. But if you are afraid of more than 300 people, how can you imagine leaving a name in history? Qisuo went deep into Niuyin Mountain, and wanted to solve the problem quickly by capturing the thief first and the king first, but after three days and three nights of exploration, no trace of the leader of the horse thief was found.The horse thieves have strict orders and clear hierarchy. It is obvious that the leader is indeed a high-ranking person.

And this group of horse thieves is quite strange, all of them wear red scarves as a letter, and every day at dawn, they will kneel down and pay homage to the east, saying that King Fudoming came to the world, and the white lotus lord Tokuzawa Guangshi and other confessions, and they look devout Incomparable, sometimes with tears streaming down his face, it is really difficult to associate with the image of a tyrannical bandit group. It is not so much a horse thief as an armed religious group. On the seventh day, Qisuo, who was hiding in the treetops, finally heard the news about the leader of the horse thief. It turned out that the horse thief group on Niuyin Mountain was just one of the sub-helms. After going to Niuyin Mountain once, during this free time, the horse bandits went to the small villages with weak official defenses to rob food and loot money, and forced the villagers to join them to avoid encountering well-trained officers and soldiers.

After thinking twice, Qisuo decided to make a move.If we blindly wait for the leader to return to the mountain, I don't know how long it will be delayed. On the ninth day, dawn broke, and the horse thieves gathered down the mountain in mighty force. Qisuo heard that they were going to attack two villages last night, and had been waiting halfway. "You thieves don't have the chivalrous deeds of the heroes of the Water Margin described by Zian at all. Disband immediately and go back to your hometown to farm, so as not to use your hands and feet without eyes." Qisuo jumped off the tree.The horse thieves were taken aback. Qisuo stood alone at the pass that Xu Tuan's horse thieves must pass through every day, and recited this warning aloud that he had recited over and over again, very satisfied. "Boy, report your name!" a horse thief shouted. "Tai Chi." Qi Suo calmly said.He did not take Jun Bao's kindness lightly. The horse thief shivered and looked at each other. "Everyone knows that Tai Chi heroes are covered in golden lacquer, you are not Tai Chi!" The horse thief didn't believe it. "The Eighth Bronze Man of Shaolin Temple has gone down the mountain early, it seems that your news is not very good." Qisuo stroked his new-haired head, and everyone was still full of doubts. Qisuo, who was simple in nature, didn't want to cause more disputes. He watched the dwarf tree next to him punch out, and the trunk of the bowl-sized tree was cut off and fell to the ground. It was a warning to prove his integrity. A man with a pale face and the appearance of a scholar sat on a horse and winked at several strong men. A dozen strong men dismounted immediately and surrounded Qisuo. "I'm sorry." The scholar clasped his palms together, looking humble. "What's your impoliteness?" Qisuo had just opened his mouth, when more than a dozen strong men pulled out their swords and slashed at Qisuo, directly attacking his vitals. But the movements of these horse thieves were full of flaws in Qisuo's eyes. He randomly punched monkey punches, one after another, and beat the strong man to the ground. . "Excellent kung fu, as expected of a Tai Chi Xia." The scholar jumped off his horse. Qisuo originally thought that the scholar wanted to make gestures with him, but when he saw the scholar bowing to the ground, his expression was sincere. "Tai Chi Shaoxia, my surname is Chen and your name is Youliang, just now I have a small test of a hero's skill, please Haihan." The scholar apologized. "Don't dare." Only then did Qisuo understand, and clasped his fists in return. Reaching out without hitting the smiling face, Qisuo felt embarrassed to continue to strike when he saw that the scholar was very polite. "I said, you disbanded. How about saving everyone a fight?" Qisuo looked around at everyone. Everyone looked at the scholar, as if the guild leader was not there, and the scholar followed suit in everything. "I have heard for a long time that Taiji Shaoxia is not afraid of fighting against the imperial court. Five times he tried to assassinate the Ruyang Palace but failed. He is brave and admirable. However, Shaoxia seems to have misunderstood this religion. In fact, what this religion does is not related to Shaoxia. Heroes are quite similar." The scholar talked eloquently. "How?" Qisuo listened attentively. "Everyone in the world knows that the imperial court is tyrannical and lawless. Our teaching army has been brewing for a long time and is well-trained. The leader traveled far and wide to preach virtue. In less than a year, it will become a hundred thousand teaching army. It can be said that the people of the Li people hope. Those who accomplish great things do not care about small details, and the army must not be without food for a day. Since our teaching is bound by the people, it should be taken from the people. In the future, we will drive out the Hulu and return the government to the Han. Our teaching will naturally rest with the people. When the world is peaceful, how can it be What can be compared with today's dire situation?" Chen Youliang said sincerely, and the horse thieves behind him nodded in agreement. "Are you saying that it's only natural for those villagers to be robbed of food and money by you?" Qisuo didn't know what to do, and his heart was furious. "Heavenly law is reincarnated, there is cause and effect, today's karma will be tomorrow's fruit. My leader is the reincarnation of King Fudo of the Western Pure Land of Paradise, and his practice has long surpassed the gains and losses of cause and effect. The leader's exploration of the failure of the Great Song Dynasty led to the Yuan people's iron cavalry invasion south. The lack of morality of the people attracts the tyranny of the people of the Yuan Dynasty, and I teach compassion and rob the people to resolve the evils of the past generations, so as to achieve eternal blessings and open a new situation." Chen Youliang sighed. "Speaking of which, is it for their own good to rob the people?" Qisuo clenched his fists so tightly that his head was about to split open. "The way of cause and effect seems natural, but people in the world can't explain it with common sense. If my teacher can get the help of Taiji Shaoxia, the cycle of heaven and law must be faster." Chen Youliang sincerely invited, "Taiji Shaoxia is majestic and extraordinary. The sect master will be very appreciative when he comes back, and I will definitely recommend Taiji Shaoxia as the vanguard of the teaching army, and the crusade against the imperial court is even more powerful." "What do you think your leader is reincarnated?" Qisuo patted his head, and the inside was really chaotic. "The reincarnation of Maitreya from the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss in the West is called Fudo Mingwang, who is known as the Holy Lord of White Lotus, and commonly known as Xu Shouhui and Xu Jiaozhu." Chen Youliang clasped his palms together, looking devout. "Tell him to come and fight me." Qisuo rolled up his sleeves and kicked the big knife stuck in the ground with one kick. After a stick of incense, the horse bandit group of more than 300 people broke up, fled or fell, and the ground was in chaos. "Junbao, by now you should know that I'm going down the mountain." Qisuo muttered to herself, watching Chen Youliang with disheveled hair driving his horse down the mountain, cursing as he fled. He thought, there is nothing more energetic than this greeting. The most wanted list of the imperial court. Gang with the highest crime rate of the year: Beggars. Most Unforgivable Thief of the Year: Zhang Sanfeng. Worst Newcomer of the Year: Ru Tai Chi. Five worst thieves of the year: Zhao Daming (reward 15,000 taels), Zhang Sanfeng (reward 10,000 taels), Ru Taiji (reward 8,000 taels), Daigo (reward 6,000 taels), Shi Liangquan (The reward is three thousand eight hundred taels). Leaders of the year’s most evil conspiracy to subvert and illegal assembly: Han Shantong (reward 30,000 taels), Xu Shouhui (reward 22,000 taels), Zhao Daming (reward 15,000 taels), Liu Futong (reward 10,000 taels) , Guo Zixing (a reward of 8,000 taels). Special Wanted: Shaolin Temple Traitor and Eighth Bronze Human Breast Qisuo (100,000 taels provided by the Great Yuan Dynasty Federation of Rich and Wealthy). "It's all men, it's sexist." Lingxue was so angry that she almost tore off the wanted reward list pasted on the wall of the inn. Hong Zhong burst out laughing from the side, causing Lingxue to stare at Hong Zhong. Their Emei Sect duo followed Jun Bao's criminal route all the way, while robbing the weak tax collectors. "Master, I said that we should find a quiet place to practice swordsmanship. When our swordsmanship improves greatly, those men will naturally not look down on us." Hong Zhong honestly said that she always felt that Emei's swordsmanship moves were too cumbersome. The hostile battle was not neat enough, and it was dangerous several times. "What kind of sword practice? Zhang Junbao can do it and I can do it, Lingxue. When I catch up with him, he must apologize to me for being rude last time!" Lingxue said bitterly. Sometimes she really found Jun Bao, but Jun Bao disappeared in a puff of smoke without saying a few words, treating her like a cloud of air, which made Lingxue even more angry. However, the red heart understands that her domineering master has developed a subtle affection for Qisuo's good friend Junbao since the battle of Cannian in Rujiacun. And Jun Bao didn't know whether he really didn't understand or was just pretending to be stupid. Every time he talked with Master, he would be brief and to the point, and he would leave after speaking.If he wanted to make a long speech, he would talk about martial arts, about the moves used by the swordsmen he encountered in the Jianghu, and he would always point out the master's sword skills, which made the master who had stronger self-esteem than anyone else often lose his temper.Jun Bao made himself feel bored, and disappeared after a few ups and downs of Qinggong.In fact, the so-called wandering in the rivers and lakes between her and her master was just sticking behind Jun Bao and acting as a small eucalyptus. It has been three years since he left his hometown, and this is the second time for Hongzhong to come to Dadu. Born in the country, she felt that everything in the capital was very fresh twice. There are many martial arts gyms with Shaolin signs on the street, as well as martial arts performers, martial arts contests to recruit relatives, and peddlers selling candied haws and fresh fruits. , but this year floods are still frequent, and many people are fleeing famine. Even in the capital of Mongolia and Yuan Dynasty, it is popular to set up stalls to sell their bodies to bury their fathers. The two masters and apprentices of the Emei School are beautiful, and each wears two swords on their bodies, which is very eye-catching even in a bustling metropolis with a diverse population; the two women tied up their white horses, went into the inn and ordered a few dishes for dinner, and there were many guests nearby. Casting a curious and salivating look, the violent Lingxue stared back fiercely. The topic of the three guests with swords at the table attracted the attention of Hongzhong and Lingxue. "I heard that Tai Chi is really the same person as the Eighth Bronze Man in Shaolin Temple! A few days ago, he single-handedly picked up the bandit village in Niuyin Mountain! Hey, this is amazing. He travels thousands of miles every day. As a matter of fact, he has to wait until the Busha himself goes to Shaolin to slaughter him before he will really escape down the mountain." Said a middle-aged fat man with a sword scabbard at the next table. "It's not so embarrassing to run away. Who in the world dares to fight Busha as an enemy? Wait until Busha dies, and this martial arts world will have a new situation." The thin man sitting opposite the fat man picked his teeth. "By the way, isn't the Xiangjun stockade in Niuyinshan also a sub-helm of the White Lotus Sect established by Xu Shouhui? That Tai Chi is also bold, and now the beams on both sides are getting bigger. Sooner or later, the number one master of the Northern School White Lotus Sect Let's fight Tai Chi!" An old man slapped the table, causing the wine glasses to jump up. "The enemy of the Southern Fragrant Army may not necessarily be the enemy of the Northern Fragrant Army. The Southern Faction is defeated, and the Northern Faction is too late for music." The thin man said coldly. Although the Bailian Xiangjun who threatened the imperial court believed in the red scarf, they were divided into northern and southern factions. On the surface, both factions believed in the title of Maitreya's next life, but in their hearts they believed in their own masters. It is only a matter of time before conflicts arise. "Well said, besides, the rumors say that Zhang Sanfeng and Taiji Shi have the same weird boxing method, and it is said that they are worshiping brothers. If Daigo fights Taiji, Zhang Sanfeng can't stand by and watch. Two fights one, Daigo will lose Undoubtedly." The fat man shook his head. "Who is a hero against you? Heroes are nailed one by one!" The old man stroked his white beard. Hongzhong was overjoyed to hear that, Qisuo finally left Shaolin.Since her master and apprentice are following Junbao to commit crimes, and Qisuo will also look for Junbao who has a bold and distinctive style, she and Qisuo will meet each other just around the corner. As for Lingxue patiently listening to the swordsmen at the next table talking about the great events in Jianghu for a long time, none of them heard her name in it, and she couldn't help being very angry. "Well-meaning girl, please donate some small steamed buns." An old voice that is as angry as gossamer. Hong Zhong turned his head and saw that he was an old beggar with a red nose and a sallow and thin face in ragged clothes. "Take it." Hongzhong immediately picked a big steamed bun and stuffed it in the beggar's hand, lest the master, who was on the verge of eruption, speak ill of the beggar.The red-nosed beggar thanked him again and again and stepped back. The guests at the next table were talking loudly. "If one nails the other, I'll bet that the Kongtong School's true martial arts will win." The fat man thought, "The Kongtong School's true martial arts has always been passed down to only one person. If Daigo can stand out among all the brothers and sisters, there must be amazing skills." industry." "I'm also optimistic about Daigo. Not only does he have the true biography of Kongtong, but it is also said that he is blessed with the spell of the White Lotus Sect's Wuji old mother. He is invulnerable to swords and guns, and he is invulnerable to every inch of skin!" The thin man picked his teeth and crossed his legs. "Isn't it just an iron cloth shirt with a golden bell cover? Has Shaolin lost these two kinds of hard work? When it comes to fighting, the most important thing is to put momentum first!" The old man said quite philosophically, "I bet on Tai Chi, that boy is There is no way to block the sharp edge, just watch him enter and exit the Ruyang Palace five times!" The waiter in the shop refills wine for the guests at the next table, and after listening to everyone talking happily, he also bids a sum of money. "Two days ago, some guests from all corners of the world came to the small shop to say hello. They said that Zhang Sanfeng fought with the Huashan faction who is pro-imperial. , that is tonight." Xiaoer smiled. "We came to Dadu to watch the battle just because of this. Where is the Nuanfeng Post? Is it far away?" The fat man hurriedly asked, obviously he wasn't from the city. "Far? Nuanfenggang is in the suburbs of most of our capital. The news has been spread in the city for a long time. At the foot of the emperor, the imperial court probably knows about it. It's a big mess." The waiter shook his head and left. Hearing Jun Bao's heroic name one after another, Lingxue couldn't help but slapped the table and got up, glaring angrily at the three swordsmen at the next table. "Zhang Sanfeng on the left and Zhang Sanfeng on the left, there is no one else to talk about this big world!" Lingxue said angrily. "May I ask who you are?" The old man stood up and respected him, as expected of an old man. "The tenth most wanted list in the court, the head of the Emei faction, Lingxue with colorful flying swords! If you have the guts to say Zhang Sanfeng's name again!" Lingxue reached out to grab the sword, but found nothing. Lingxue was taken aback. Hong Zhong was also dumbfounded. The Xuanci twin swords tied around Lingxue's waist had disappeared!