Chapter 19 Section 18

With the madman's dream of being on the Ninth Five-Year Plan, Bailuzhuang was burned to the ground by the 30,000 troops commanded by Wang Baobao. Of the 2,000 Red Turbans, only about 20 escaped from the siege with Liu Futong, Du Zundao, Han Lin'er, Chongba and others. Even the precious bee flute player was almost killed or injured. Originally, none of the twenty or so surviving Red Scarf soldiers could survive. At the most critical moment, hundreds of monks, mainly 72 Shaolin monks with high martial arts skills, each held sticks in both hands, forming a big magic stick formation, and rushed into the Yuan army formation with a destructive momentum. Open a gap and call everyone to escape.

Later, Chongba found out the reason why Bailuzhuang suffered such a catastrophe after repeated investigations. It turned out that an exclusive bee flute player who was ordered to protect Han Shantong was actually Xu Shouhui's inner ghost who had been placed in the Northern Red Scarf Army to spy on the military situation, so Xu Shouhui knew Han Shantong's movements like the back of his hand.Xu Shouhui felt uneasy about the alliance between the Beggar Gang and the Beibailian Sect, and sent someone to inform Wang Baobao, which finally attracted Wang Baobao's army to engulf the Beibailian Sect base.

But one of the new fighters beside Wang Baobao is an inner ghost from Shaolin Temple. When this inner ghost was studying in Shaolin Temple, he deliberately made friends with the sons of high-ranking officials and nobles. After going down the mountain, he relied on his relationship and bravery to join the most powerful Wang Baobao team.As soon as he got such important news, he naturally flew to Shaolin.There are still many insiders like this in the Yuan army, and they will determine the direction of the war in the days to come. Major events in the world seem to be piled up by countless coincidences, and there seems to be a kind of providence in the dark.

In fact, it is the cruelty of endless intrigues and infighting. History has always been like this, driven by raging undercurrents. Chong Ba put the last stick of incense in front of Zhao Daming's grave. The cunning, deceitful, and unpredictable horror of human beings has taken root in Chongba's heart, changed his character, and changed his view of humans as animals. But when Zhao Daming pushed him away before he died, it was an undoubted heroism. How could a dignified former gang leader speak of such loyalty to a lowly person like him? Chongba looked thoughtfully at the words "Zhao Daming" on the grave.

"Chongba, don't think too much, this troubled world has just begun." Qisuo smiled and patted Chongba on the shoulder. Yes, this troubled world has just begun. "Qisuo, I built a bamboo hut in Wudang Mountain, next to Zi'an and his disciples. They wrote stories, and Lingxue and I practiced boxing and swords. If you are free, you might as well bring Hongzhong to me. Have a little wine there, Zi'an misses you all day long." Jun Bao smiled freely. "Zian has taken in his apprentice? You have to see it with your own eyes." Qisuo laughed and shook hands with Hongzhong.

The abbot of Shaolin said that night that the one who can let Junbao spread his wings again is the only one left, the master of not suffering. The disintegrated meridians on Junbao's body were continuously struck and integrated by Master Jing Buku with the innate qi accumulated throughout his life, and then re-disintegrated and integrated for countless days and nights, and finally continued, as strong as ever. This unimaginable way of treatment not only relies on the precious innate qi of Master Buku, but the recipient must also overcome the obstacles in the "Yi Jin Jing" and have the corresponding precious innate zhenqi in his body.

Not suffering exhausted his life's true qi, but he did not die with his hands tied up. He survived by relying on the miraculous acupuncture and the priceless blood-colored ginseng.Because there is a reason why you can't die if you don't suffer. "Before my junior brother died, did you say anything?" Buku sat in front of Busha's grave, staring blankly at the sand mound. No one was buried under this sand mound, it was just his thoughts. He has always wanted to see his junior brother. "It turns out that this is, that is, fear." Qisuo relayed every word Busha said before he died in the sea of ​​flames.

"When I was young, I was given all the food and rice in the temple. I went to the army in the Southern Song Dynasty. Brother, look at me. In the middle of the night, I was hungry and couldn't sleep. So I took me to the kitchen to steal steamed buns and eat them. I had to bypass them. Many, Huotou, monk, eyes and ears, although, brother, holding me, I, I am still very scared. At that time, the feeling in my heart was a bit similar to now." Busha's expression at that time did not look like fear, but a very complicated emotional entanglement. Tears flowed freely without bitterness, and the only hand gently stroked the sand mound.

He never blamed his junior brother. Because on that rainy night, when the younger brother attacked him and dismembered him, the younger brother didn't say a word. Presumably, he was also in pain.It's more painful than anyone else. "I don't think what you mean by not killing is not fear, but regret." Jun Bao sighed, "Before he died, he still held a deep regret for you." After this catastrophe, everyone has complicated thoughts in their hearts. The world has also changed. Arrogant men who claimed to be gravediggers of the Yuan Dynasty appeared in various places.

Soon after, with the support of Liu Futong and Du Zundao, Han Liner inherited the name of his father, the leader of Beibailian. Three months later, he officially launched a war to seek yuan in Xuzhou, and conquered nearby counties within a few days. When the Northern Red Turban Army started, Xu Shouhui immediately occupied Hubei with his army. In October, he proclaimed himself emperor and founded the country.Xu Shouhui was blinded by ambition, but ignored the lion named Chen Youliang beside him. This is a later story. Zhang Shicheng, the leader of the private salt dealer, did not belong to the Red Scarf Army system, but he led the rebel army to occupy the southeastern states in a terrible whirlwind, and accidentally defeated the million-dollar army of Prime Minister Tuotuo in Gaoyou.

Fang Guozhen rebelled against the navy, pretending to accept the imperial court's surrender, but at the same time encroaching on the coastal counties of the Yuan Dynasty. The heroes tore apart the Central Plains, and sporadic resistance forces chose sides one after another, or were absorbed by force. The Yuan Dynasty was exhausted, and the existence of the imperial court seemed to be just a superfluous burden. Only Wang Baobao fought bravely alone to support the Northern Yuan Dynasty.Wang Baobao's prestige still made Han soldiers feel scalp numb even more than ten years later. Jun Bao intends to return to the mountains and forests, devote himself to the study of Taijiquan, and pass on the brand-new boxing method to others.Jun Bao took in seven disciples, but kept claiming that he had no time to marry Lingxue. Is Lingxue the kind who is willing to give up? She was so angry that she built a small Taoist temple opposite Junbao's bamboo hut, named it Emei, and only recruited young and beautiful female disciples. They all got married and had children with Emei female disciples, very happy. However, Qisuo decided to follow the agreement and cooperate with Zhongba as the leader of the beggar gang, leading the heroes of the rivers and lakes to bring the chaotic world into the right track. Before that, Qisuo and Hongzhong secretly returned to Rujia Village and got married under the witness of the old storyteller. The loyal old yellow dog died, making the old storyteller age faster. But since then, the old man has more stories to tell about little people showing fearless and heroic spirit in the cracks of history. Whenever the old man talks about it, he can feel happy all day long. Qisuo returned home to visit his parents and found that his two younger brothers had joined the army. One had joined Beihongjin, while the other was forcibly conscripted by the imperial court to serve as an infantry soldier in a death camp.Things are unpredictable.To let the two younger brothers go home safely early, they have to be the elder brothers to live up to their spirits. After the two childhood sweethearts got married, Mr. Qizi, who likes to give people names as heroes, met Qisuo and others on the official road.Chongba, who returned to the Northern Red Scarf Army as the deputy general of Guo Zixing, asked a few more questions out of curiosity, so Mr. Na Qizi presented Chongba with a brand new name. Presumably, that name was pretty good. A few years later, Zian's painstaking and tireless story was finally completed and published. , an extremely passionate and wonderful masterpiece in Chinese history, everyone in the Jianghu has a copy, and the situation of thieves who swore indiscriminately and hurriedly revolted made the authorities unbearably disturbed, and finally the book was banned, making Zi'an dumbfounded. In a few years, Zi'an's apprentices will also write novels that shock the past and the present, which are loved by traffickers and pawns, and high-ranking officials who love to read them. They are printed again and again, and they are extremely popular. They are a must-have for storytellers under the bridge. magic weapon. "This is called a mountain is still high, and the peaks are connected to the sky." Qisuo has white hair, smiling with his eternal little red.But still use the wrong idiom. Qisuo likes to hug his grandson who has just learned to speak, and slowly tell the legends of distant countrymen under the moonlight. A story about the Eighth Bronze Man of Shaolin Temple.