Chapter 5 Chapter 4 Learning the Sword

Tong Jing squatted silently in front of the street, holding a branch, drawing something on the sandy ground, when suddenly she noticed a shadow cast from behind her head. She hurriedly wiped off the drawing on the sand with one hand, stood up in surprise and turned around, and saw Lian Feihong appearing behind her. "What are you peeking at?" Tong Jing blushed, and hastily stretched out her foot to wipe the sand a few more times, screaming angrily. "It depends on what you're doing." Lian Feihong said with a playful smile.His body was covered with wounds from the Wudang swordsmanship of Bolongshu King, but the relaxed expression on his face was not affected by the fatigue at all.Although Mr. Feihong is old, after all, he has practiced hard for decades of physical skills day and night. After a morning's rest, he has regained his spirit.

Lian Feihong pointed to the messy pile of sand: "I see you seem to be writing. What are you writing?" "I want you to take care of it!" Tong Jing broke off the branch and threw it away, crossed her waist and glared at Mr. Feihong, but her eyes fell on his wrapped right arm.Thinking of the superb skills of the Kongtong School that he had displayed in the past two days, and the fact that he was severely injured for saving the innocent, Tong Jing could no longer be annoyed, and her eyes immediately softened. She patted the dust off her hands, held the "still life sword" around her waist, and walked on the streets of Luling County to see what happened around her.

Lian Feihong put on a bamboo hat, leaned on a four-foot whip with her left hand, and followed Tong Jing. "Have you seen that kid Xue Jiuniu?" Tong Jing shook her head: "I don't know where I went." In the past, she was always very unhappy when she was trained by Feihong to follow her steps; but now that Big Brother Jing has not come back, and Yan Heng followed Mr. Wang out of the city to do business, Tong Jing felt quite lonely, it would be better to have a companion by her side. ——Especially Yan Heng, once he left, she felt a little uncomfortable... They met several groups of county residents along the way, and they were all working according to Wang Shouren's orders: some were busy sealing the windows and side doors of warehouses or big houses with wooden boards or furniture, as shelters for women, children and the elderly; some were collecting bamboo poles They were sharpened one by one into guns; some also brought out all available weapons, no matter whether they were rusty swords, guns and armor that had been fought a few generations ago, or the axes and hatchets used daily at home.

The people of Luling County were very excited about the battle last night—they never dreamed that someone in the world could beat Bolongshu King himself so that he could escape with his tail between his legs—but at the same time, they also knew that this was tantamount to a formal war. Wang Shouren and Lian Feihong didn't tell the county people about the massacre notice left by King Bo Longshu before he left, so as not to cause panic, but the county people also understand the current situation.As Jing Li said, they must have the consciousness to bet their lives. After seeing the 30 or so corpses last night, many people simply took their belongings and fled Luling with their families at dawn.

In fact, escaping is not necessarily safe-the cavalry of the Shu Kings cruising on the suburban roads outside at any time, and other bandits are also raging in the wilderness.But they would rather take risks: "It's better than waiting to die in the city! It's okay to be killed by other bandits; those who are killed by King Shu will also be their 'slaves' after death!" The neighbors tried to persuade these people to stay: "How will you eat when you are out of town?" But they retorted: "The whole family should be beggars—no, even if even the descendants are beggars, at least they will be alive!"

As a result, the number of people in the county town had already decreased by more than 30% in one morning. But there are still people left. When they met Tong Jing and Lian Feihong, they stopped their work and saluted them respectfully, which made Tong Jing embarrassed to tell them to continue working. These remaining county residents were awakened by Wang Shouren and the five warriors.You Qi saw the trauma Yan Heng, Hu Linglan and Lian Feihong suffered last night. ——In the face of tyranny, why are these irrelevant people standing up to protect our homeland?Why not ourselves?Look at the blood of these knights.Is our blood more valuable than theirs?

Tong Jing walked, watching the county people working hard to repair the city gate, and they also spontaneously sang songs to boost morale. "Are they... okay?" Tong Jing asked worriedly. Lian Feihong was silent for a round, and finally shook her head. Although there are many people in Luling County, many of them are children and old people who have no combat effectiveness; many young and old people have escaped, and those who can fight are either too young or too old.Even if women go to battle, the combat power is not enough.Compared with the Shu Wangs who are like hungry wolves, the county people are like a flock of sheep.

——Although Shuwang disciples are generally not masters, they have the help of weird hidden weapons and poisons, and more importantly, they are used to killing people.The leaders Bolongshu King and Huo Yaohua who attacked last night are even more wolves among wolves. "Even if the disciple of King Guangshu is killed, it is likely to be a tragic victory, and this county will be abandoned from now on..." Tong Jing knew that Lian Feihong never joked about this kind of thing, so she fell silent worriedly. ——Then we can only rely on Mr. Wang to bring back the miracle... The two walked near the city gate in the south, and saw a figure on the top of the city wall from a distance.

That is Shimadzu Tiger Linglan.She sat on a stone pile on the city wall, facing the outside of the city, with one leg propped up, holding the long Nodachi in her arms, as if she was leaning on it to support her upper body. Tong Jing couldn't tell whether Sister Lan was sitting there and fell asleep, or whether she was watching the enemy attack. Hu Linglan's bright red dress under the sun is very beautiful.After Tong Jing stared at her for a while, she didn't know whether she was sighing to herself or Lian Feihong: "If only I were as strong as her." After Lian Feihong heard this, although she was secretly happy that Tong Jing had such a goal, she said: "A person who really wants to become a master will not talk about 'if only...'."

Tong Jing wanted to protest, but she didn't make a sound.Firstly, what Lian Feihong said was true; secondly, she had something in her heart that she wanted to ask him. "Your Kongtong sect martial arts...is very powerful?" She didn't look at him when she said it. "Of course." Mr. Feihong took off his bamboo hat.Xia Feng blew his fluttering white beard, his expression was proud and he had no doubts about himself. ——If a person who is strong in himself still denies it, it would be a pretense. "Is your Kongtong swordsmanship stronger than Qingcheng School's swordsmanship?"

Lian Feihong smiled: "I can't answer this for you." "You're not serious again..." "No." Lian Feihong's eyes radiated a frenzy: "Yes, there are indeed some martial arts in the world, which are stronger and more powerful than other martial arts. What's called 'there is no distinction between martial arts', it's just nonsense! If so , how can there be sects in the world? 'Sects', to put it bluntly, are a set of fighting methods that are stronger than others! "However, when martial arts have been refined to a certain level, it doesn't depend on what kind of martial arts you practice to compete for victory. Because at that point, the gap between the martial arts and swordsmanship of different sects is already very small. At that time, the difference between victory and defeat The difference depends on 'people'. Everyone's talent and hard work. And luck." "luck?" "There is nothing in the world that does not depend on luck. For example, that kid Yan Heng, he learned the Qingcheng swordsmanship that fits his pure heart. If he was born in Pingliang by chance and joined my Kongtong sect, I I think his martial arts accomplishments are not even half of what they are now. That is his luck." Lian Feihong thought for a while, and then said: "It is also the luck of the Qingcheng School." Tong Jing couldn't help but think back when she heard this: she met Yan Heng in Chengdu, and because of this, she met several other companions, and learned the top martial arts of this famous school; then went to Xi'an, and was able to witness the amazing unique skills of Yao Lianzhou, the master of Wudang , and a rare confrontation with Wudang elite masters... all of these are incredible encounters. Tong Jing pondered for a long time, then lowered her head to the ground and said, "Can you... can you teach me... your sword skills?" Lian Feihong was so excited that she wanted to dance and dance.But he had been with Tong Jing for a long time, and he already knew her temperament, so he forced himself to suppress his ecstasy, and asked calmly, "Why?" "What'why'? Didn't you always want to teach me martial arts?" Tong Jing stamped her feet anxiously. "I'm asking: Why should I teach you now?" Tong Jing stroked the darkened hilt of the "Still Life Sword" back and forth with her fingers, lowered her head and thought for a while, and then answered: "Looking at you all injured and bleeding to defend Luling, I feel that I am useless. Now that a strong enemy comes again at any time, I don't know how many of those poor people will die! I think, even if It's good to practice for a day and a half, but also to add a little more combat power to everyone." There was a heroic spirit in Tong Jing's words, and Lian Feihong couldn't help grinning when she heard it.He stretched out his left hand, and gently pulled out the sword "Fenshijian", the head of Kongtong, from his waist. "Although I usually use the sword with my right hand, I can do it with both hands—this is the most basic requirement of the Kongtong School's 'Eight Great Skills'." It can be seen that the flexibility of the sword in his left hand is not much different from that of his right hand. At this time, he raised his injured right arm and said: "Are you right-handed? It may be difficult for you to follow my left hand to learn... But there is no way, my hand may not be more than half a month old." Can no longer hold a sword." Tong Jing nodded, and pulled out her "Still Life Sword". "Since it's difficult to learn and you don't have much time, I won't teach you complicated moves..." Lian Feihong thought while saying, "What should I do?... By the way, I should teach you a mental technique, even if It can be used in the simplest moves, and it can be tried and used again and again..." Lian Feihong paced back and forth for a few steps, completely immersed in it, and after a while suddenly shouted "Okay!", which scared the nearby county residents to look sideways. "I'll teach you this!" Lian Feihong jumped two feet away, pointing at Tong Jing with his sword. Tong Jing was going in without knowing it, when she suddenly saw Lian Feihong's body moving, and the long sword burst out with momentum, pointing directly at the center of her eyebrows, she hurriedly raised the horizontal sword to block it! But Lian Feihong's imposing sword didn't really come out, only the tip of the sword moved slightly; he delayed for half a beat, but he made another move, this time for real, the blade was like a Changhong, and in the end Simple straight shot! This stabbing sword did not use real strength to practice Feihong, in fact it was not particularly fast, but she raised the sword body when Tong Jing's horizontal sword was defending. When it arrived, the timing of the previous false move was just right, Tong Jing didn't have time to change her move, the sharp point of the "Fighting Lion Sword" had stopped three inches from her chest. Practicing Feihong made the sword obviously not fully exerted, Tong Jing was not angry, and shouted: "Come again!" Even if Tong Jing didn't say anything, Lian Feihong was ready to show her again.He still cooked the bowl and pointed his sword at the center of Tong Jing's eyebrows, and made a feint. Tong Jing knew in her heart that this first sword move must be a false move, but Lian Feihong's pose and movement of pretending to make a sword were too realistic, and she exuded an aura that seemed to really want to stab the sword with all her strength, Tong Jing couldn't suppress it The body's natural reaction, and then set up the sword to block.Then Lian Feihong's thrust, which was delayed by half a beat, accurately reached her chest again. "This is one of the 'Flower Techniques' of the Kongtong School, and the sword formula is called 'Half Hands and One Heart'." Lian Feihong explained: "The so-called 'Flower Technique', to put it bluntly, is a false move—a trick to deceive people." He made a gesture to stab again, but this time the movement was very slow, allowing Tong Jing to see clearly: "There are two key points in order to successfully use this 'half hand and one mind': one is to feint decently, and one is to really make the intended attack The opponent will be tricked into taking precautions if the momentum of the shot is concentrated; the second is the real stabbing that follows, you must accurately grasp the delicate half-beat, if it is too early, the defensive move has not yet been issued, and there is still room for change. If it's too late, his defensive move has been completed, and he can go on to the second form. This 'half hand, one heart' is simple to say, but if it is practiced profoundly, it can be used even against the strongest masters! "Of course you don't have time to study in depth right now, but as long as you are proficient enough and you are born with the ability to grasp subtle timing, this move alone is enough to sweep away ordinary warriors - such as the group of disciples of the Art Master. How about it? ? Do you want to learn?" Tong Jingting understood the gist of this "half hand, one heart", which is similar to the "Wudang-shaped sword" interception method she imitated in Xi'an, the only difference is that "half hand, one heart" is more active in creating opportunities.Tong Jing was eager to try, she quickly nodded to Lian Feihong, but suddenly said: "But I..." "Understood." Lian Feihong yawned: "You don't know how to call me Master, do you? I've been tired of hearing this sentence for a long time. Don't waste time, let's start!"
Thirty or so art kings hurriedly crossed the "Karma Bridge" and returned to the gate of the "Qinglian Temple" covered with red lacquer charms. Eight of them carried a stretcher made of branches and covered with several multi-colored rags, while the others guarded the front, back, left, and right. The one lying on the stretcher was Huo Yaohua.She was lying on a weak body, her long charming eyes looking up at the clear sky ecstatically.She put her right hand on her chest, and her five fingers were still holding the small knife tightly.The big saw blade was held by a disciple of King Shu who followed behind. This group of Shu Wang's disciples met Huo Yaohua when they were searching for Jing Lie at the foot of the mountain. At that time, they saw her in a daze, walking alone on the forest path, her body-fitting black night clothes were covered with mud, and her body was covered with stab wounds from last night. , swaying left and right, as if unable to fully control his body. The Shu kings had never seen this female devil reduced to such a mess, and they were very surprised.Even Mei Xinshu was surprised when he saw her: Among the three "guard flags" received by her senior brother Bolongshu King, only this female swordsman from the Chulang faction was the most valued by Mei Xinshu, and she saw that Huo Yaohua has made great progress in martial arts in recent years.Although he was once a master of Wudang's "Soldiers and Crows", he was not fully sure of defeating her. ——If Mei Xinshu knew that it was another woman who repelled Huo Yaohua last night, she would be even more surprised. Huo Yaohua and King Bolongshu attacked Luling last night, but they ended up in such a state.Mei Xinshu couldn't help worrying about her senior brother.This is unprecedented. ——A man who can be ranked as the most "brown snake" among the elite of Wudang Mountain's "First Snake Road" never needs others to worry about him. But after seeing Jing Li who invaded "Qinglian Temple" last night, Mei Xinshu was not too sure.The strength of the enemy this time far surpassed anything they had encountered in the past. ——It is impossible for such a master to exist in the province of Jiangxi... Where did he come from? Mei Xinshu is more determined and cannot let Jing Li go easily.He only sent out a small team to escort Huo Yaohua back to the base camp, while he led his men to continue searching for that guy. Although Huo Yaohua's body was crumbling, none of the Shu Wangzhong had the courage to help her up—there were two people who had their palms cut off because they touched her.They had no choice but to tie up this branch stretcher like a bed, and wait for Huo Yaohua to sleep on it when she was tired, and then they carried her away. After resting on the shelf for a while, Huo Yaohua woke up halfway.Although the consciousness is still a little fuzzy, it has recovered a lot than before. She stared blankly at the swaying sky, but her mind was full of memories not long ago. That strong embrace; the strong scent of a man; the heat of the skin; the tattoos that seem to be jumping... Huo Yaohua's mind is filled with these vivid sensory memories, and she can't get rid of them. A soft and warm current. She unconsciously pressed the hunting knife to her chest. The Shu kings pushed the gate of "Qinglian Temple" open, carried Huo Yaohua in with great fear, walked through the vestibule in a hurry, and then entered the Buddhist hall. As soon as he entered the Buddhist hall, the disciples of Shu Wang who were in charge froze in fright.One of them became incontinent immediately. I saw the tall and thin King Bolongshu had come back, sitting cross-legged in front of the headless Buddha statue, still wearing a nocturnal black outfit, but his whole body was covered with blood—some were stained by the massacre in the city last night, and some were just given to him. Not long after splashing, it was dripping down his long chin. —and the gore covered the cuts on the side of his head and thighs. King Bolongshu held the unsheathed silver-white Wudang long sword in his right hand, and held the head of the "human dog" that was cut off by Jing Li last night in his left hand. His body remained motionless, his eyes as big as pigeon eggs looked down at the disciple who came in, The appearance is like a demon god that frightens all living beings. The Shu kings saw three corpses lying on the ground of the Buddhist hall, all of them were disciples ordered by Plum Heart Tree to stay behind at "Qinglian Temple", and all of them died not long ago. ——All three of them were killed by King Bolongshu himself.One is to vent the unhappiness of escaping from the county; the other is that he felt that everything went wrong last night and the gods refused to bless him, so he killed people and offered sacrifices. King Bolongshu stretched out his unusually long five fingers to stroke the hair on the head of the "human dog". "I saw . . . corpses parked outside. A lot of people died. What's the matter?" "Go back to the King of Art... Last night, a spy sneaked in and was discovered by Protector Mei, who drove him off the cliff... Protector Mei is still hunting down the mountain." "One person." Bo Longshu King's expression was half a smile, half angry, "Just kill a dozen of you...including my precious 'human dog'..." The disciple of King Shu's face turned pale.But they knew that lying to the king of surgery would have more serious consequences. "There is also Denglong Village at the foot of the mountain. More than a dozen brothers who stayed behind died... and three disciples who were in charge of guarding the mountain road also disappeared..." There was a strange noise. King Bolongshu's left palm wrapped the head of the "human dog" to exercise strength, and the skull cracked under his fingers. "Then what are you doing back again?" King Bolongshu's originally pleasant voice became sharper because of the tightening of his throat, and he could hear him suppressing his extreme anger. Shu Wangzhong hurriedly carried the stretcher in. King Bolongshu saw Huo Yaohua who was lying injured and lying with a confused expression, and recalled the shame of failing the night attack again. The head under his palm was trembling, making people feel that the "human dog" was being revived for a short time. King Bolongshu wanted to organize his troops right away and send his younger brother Mei Xinshu or three "flag guards" to lead troops to attack Luling City, but none of them were there, and Huo Yaohua, the only one who came back, turned into this After learning that many troops had been lost, King Shu's eyes became bloodshot with anger. Shu Wangzhong felt that the leader was about to kill again to vent his anger.But none of them dared to move their feet.Everyone knows that Shu Wang has the top lightness kung fu of the Wudang school, and with his height and long legs, even if each of them has two extra legs, it is impossible for them to escape. But Bolongshu King's eyes slowly narrowed. ——Be calm...there are already too many casualties, and we can no longer reduce the number of subordinates... His mouth moved, silently chanting the mantra.The beating of the heart gradually slowed down.The human head under the palm no longer trembled. It's almost noon.But Erhan and Han Sidao still did not come back.King Bolongshu knew the temperament of these two people very well, he knew that in order to avoid meeting the masters in the county again, they had to take a long way to find "You Nu", so it was not surprising that they came back late. ——But there were so many unsatisfactory things happened one after another, even King Bolongshu, who had always despised the common people, had to be suspicious. He jumped down from the Buddha seat, walked to Huo Yaohua's side, and bent over to touch her hair. Unexpectedly, Huo Yaohua turned her face away, and even waved her hand holding the knife to push away the big palm of King Shu. King Bolongshu had never been so rebellious by her, his face was instantly like an angry beast, and he slapped Huo Yaohua's face with a backhand! The right side of Huo Yaohua's face suddenly swelled up, four red marks like whipping appeared on her snow-white skin, blood came out from the corner of her mouth. But she still had dull eyes, staring at the lotus painted on the top of the Buddhist hall. King Bo Longshu was stunned.Huo Yaohua has always been obedient to him like a cat, why did she react like this?He inspected the side of her head, and found that there was a piece of hair covered with a blood scab, which was swollen high when he touched it, obviously from an impact. King Bolongshu rummaged through the pockets of his clothes, and found a small iron box, which opened up to a row of short paper rolls.He took one to ignite, put it in his mouth and took a deep breath, then lowered his face, close to Huo Yaohua's mouth and nose, and gently exhaled the smoke of burning herbs. Huo Yaohua inhaled the cigarette, coughed hard for a long time, her face became more relaxed, and she closed her eyes as if she was about to fall asleep. "What is this..." Bo Longshu King noticed that Huo Yaohua was holding the unknown knife in his hand.He had never seen her use this weapon before, and the shape of the knife was even less like something from Middle Earth. Now I can't be distracted by such small things.He stroked Huo Yaohua's forehead and inspected her condition. It seemed that she would not be able to stand up and fight again in a short time. When he was about to send troops to attack, there was not even a general around him, King Bolongshu was very annoyed. Of course, he can personally lead troops to attack the county at any time.But thinking of the seven black shadows with swords standing outside the big house last night, he didn't want to take this risk. I used to receive training in the "Snake Road" in Wudang Mountain. One of the iron rules is: never put yourself in a situation where there is no way out.This teaching has always been engraved on his heart. King Bo Longshu was worried: If those seven people had strengths similar to those of Yan Heng and Lian Feihong, he would really be overwhelmed.Therefore, he would rather send his confidant or junior Mei Xinshu to lead the army first, to find out how many masters the enemy really has, and then he himself will assess whether to advance or retreat. — both crazy and calculating.This is the reason why Bolongshu King can gather such forces to work for himself. "Clean up the dead bodies." King Bolongshu ordered.Once he calmed down, his face returned to an unfathomable look.He picked up a chair and sat down, gently filled a glass of wine for himself, and while drinking, he waited for Junior Brother Mei, Erhan and Han Sidao to come back. When the power is fully assembled, the massacre will begin. ——But he didn't know that among the three people he was waiting for, two of them would never come back. In all confrontational sports, including football, basketball, volleyball, etc., fake actions (fake) are the most basic and commonly used countermeasures.Martial arts are of course no exception, and are usually presented in the form of feints. As the name suggests, a false move is a false offensive and defensive action, deceiving the opponent into making a wrong response, or falling into confusion for a short time, so as to create a gap that can be exploited and carry out a real attack. The role of feints has two aspects, namely, physical and psychological.Physically, it refers to the use of false moves to induce the opponent to make a wrong reaction (whether attack or defense). When the opponent has fully committed (commit) to this action and cannot take it back halfway, the body will naturally expose the false action available for aggression. bit.The simplest example is to pretend to throw a punch at the opponent's upper road door, luring the opponent to raise his arms to resist, and the middle and lower roads become undefended. Psychological effects include disrupting the enemy's tempo.Because the false move is not a real offensive and defensive move, it takes less time than the real move, and because there is no effort, you can change the move halfway at any time, so it can cause the so-called "fraction" effect—" Wedging" between the beats of the opponent's movements, causing the opponent to be confused and unable to respond correctly.This kind of phenomenon is actually often encountered in our daily life. For example, when two people walk towards each other on the street, they often dodge each other two or three times in a row, but in the end they block each other. The phenomenon caused by the beat. Of course, the above is just an explanation of the simplest use of false tricks.The tactics of a true faker are often more complex, with multiple and multiple layers of deception in one attack.A false move is not necessarily an attack or a defense. Sometimes a deliberate pause, pretending to be sluggish or even a meaningless strange action can also achieve the effect.Martial arts masters are often masters of deception. But it should be noted that the more sophisticated and complicated the false move, the better, because deceiving the enemy is a kind of psychological interaction, and it depends on whether the opponent is suitable.Sometimes a feint that is too clever may be useless against an enemy with low martial arts, because he can't see or respond at all, but a rough feint can make him fall for it.Assessing the level of the opponent's skills and applying the most correct tactics is another layer of knowledge in martial arts.