Chapter 2 Chapter 1 Wuliting Fighting
A pair of old, wrinkled eyes looked up at the color of the sky.
The sky was gray.The rain was pouring down with a November chill.It is not possible to see where the sun has moved.
But Mr. Zhuang knew that the agreed noon had already passed.
Mr. Zhuang continued to look up at the sky, muttering something.
"God bless, they must come..."
He was sitting in a big sturdy straw pavilion.The pavilion stands next to the official road, and both sides of the road are densely wooded hillsides, only in front of this pavilion, there is a large flat area overgrown with weeds.
Waiting with Mr. Zhuang, there were nearly two hundred men densely gathered in this open space.They either held oil umbrellas or wore straw hats, standing silently in the cold rain.Except for the sound of rain, the open space was eerily quiet.
two hundred people.Two hundred hands, all holding knives and sticks or sharpened agricultural tools; two hundred mouths, breathing rapidly in the cold, emitting puffs of white mist; two hundred pairs of eyes, revealing a dangerous and fearful look.
The two hundred people were divided into two halves: the men on one side had white Zhuge scarves wrapped around their heads, and the men on the other side had blue-dyed cloth strips wrapped around their right upper arms.There is a gap between the two sides, separated by an invisible thing.
— a thing called "hostility."
The hundred people wearing Zhuge scarves were summoned by Mr. Zhuang.As for the commander on the other side, he is also sitting in the pavilion at the moment, opposite to Mr. Zhuang.
Mr. Zhuang looked at Ma Ba, his nemesis who was ten years younger than him, with hatred.
Ma Ba's expression was much more relaxed than Mr. Zhuang's.He took the bamboo tube from his entourage, took a sip of the cold wine, and looked at Mr. Zhuang with a slight smile.
Mr. Zhuang pretended to be calm, and took a puff of his cigarette, but secretly cursed Ma Ba anxiously in his heart.
Also sitting in the pavilion were Zhou Xunjian from the yamen and his five Baojia men.The inspector didn't bring any more subordinates, and the five Baojia only brought sticks and no waist knives.It's useless to bring more people.A fight of this scale was not something he could suppress with a small inspection.He and his subordinates just sat quietly by the pavilion, hoping that at the last moment, one of them would give in first.
This place is on the outskirts of Guanxian County, Sichuan Province. The pavilion has a history of 100 years. It is called "Wuliwang Pavilion".
In the tens of miles of Guanxian County, in the past, countless clan conflicts in villages and towns were settled in the open space in front of the "Wuli Wang Pavilion"—whether they were resolved with mouth or with a knife and stick.There is a legend among the county residents that no trees can grow in this open space because the soil has been stained with the blood of too many dead people for decades.
Overlooking from the pavilion, the outskirts of Guan County are full of rolling hills and deep jungles.Guan County has been a place where bandits in the green forest have been rampant since ancient times.There is an old saying in the capital city of Chengdu: "If it is bad, it will be bad, and if it is bad, it will go to Guanxian!" It means that if something happens or fails in the provincial capital, it will go to Guanxian at worst, and become a bandit in the deep mountains and old forests!From this we can see how strong the folk customs of Guanxian County are.
Just like this old man Zhuang, who is a decent landlord in Shuitou Town, Guanxian County today, and the big boss of several companies. Wasn’t he a bandit when he was young?After doing business for many years and accumulating a fortune, he hopes to settle down, but the government has been unable to conquer him for many years. With the two agreeing, Mr. Zhuang was recruited. The rich man of dough ball has been more than 20 years.
As for Ma Ba, he is not a good guy. He was originally a corner boss in the county town who specialized in lending usury, and also engaged in smuggling business.
As for the fight involving 200 people, many people here don't know why the fight started in the first place.It was just a trivial matter: a woodcutter picked some firewood to sell in the county town, got into an argument with some porters, and was beaten and broke a leg; the woodcutter called a brother from the village to the county to take revenge The opponent also called brother and brother, and the two sides went up layer by layer to find backers to help.After several small fights, three people were killed and more than 20 people were seriously injured.The two sides asked each other for silver compensation, which attracted more hooligans wanting to share the pie... It turned out that it was just a dispute formed by a few reckless men, and it turned into a confrontation between two prominent figures in the county.
Zhou Xunjian looked at the two hundred people outside the pavilion and sighed in his heart.
——If there is a real fight, I don’t know how many of them will not be able to go home...
Maba couldn't wait any longer, and finally broke the silence, grinning those two rows of yellow teeth.
"I think it's already past noon. Mr. Zhuang, do you want the brothers outside to get caught in the rain? Do you want to fight this fight?"
Mr. Zhuang looked at Ma Ba bitterly, but he didn't dare to attack.
It's all because of the thin man with a long knife on his waist sitting next to Ma Ba at the moment.
The thin man only wore a sheepskin quilted vest, revealing two long arms with muscles as strong as steel.A piece of the left skull was bald, and there was a miserable scar on it.The knife at the waist was so long that its sheath was on the ground. Although it hadn't been pulled out, it was faintly chilling. It was obvious that it had killed many people.
In terms of the number of people, Master Zhuang summoned the same number as Ma Ba.But just because Ma Ba had this extra person by his side, Mr. Zhuang knew that it would be useless for him to bring a hundred more men.
Although Mr. Zhuang hadn't been in the rivers and lakes for many years, he was still well-informed on the road. He had already found out what kind of master Ma Ba had hired with silver taels to help him.
This person's surname is Chen, and no one in Jianghu knows his name. They only call him "Ghost Saber Chen". In his early years, he committed several capital crimes of murder and robbery in the Chengdu area, but he escaped the arrest of the government alone more than once.I heard that one time, Ghost Saber Chen was recruiting prostitutes, and the officers and soldiers came to encircle him after hearing the news. He broke out naked with a knife, and killed 30 people in a row with a quick knife, but he didn't even lose a hair.After that strange trip, he gained another nickname of "Ghost Saber Thirty".
He was chased too hard in Chengdu, and Guidao Chen fled to the mountainous area of Guan County two years ago.He didn't have to do anything, just relying on the prestige of this "ghost knife", it attracted a group of bandits to come to offer offerings of their own accord.Since then, anyone passing by with bodyguards escorting goods, as long as they hear the word "Ghost Sword Chen", they will obediently offer the road money immediately, and he has never paid a hand even once in Guan County.
——Ma Ba, the son of a bitch, unexpectedly made friends with such a powerful character...
"What's the matter? Mr. Zhuang, who are you waiting for?" Ma Ba urged again with a smile.This time he spent a lot of money to invite Chen Lai, the ghost knife. Although his heart ached, it was worth it to imagine the shameful face that Mr. Zhuang would succumb to in front of him later.
The Ghost Saber Chen behind him agreed, stretched out his right hand, and flicked his fingers lightly on the handle of the long knife.
When Mr. Zhuang saw this move, he felt a chill down his spine.
Ma Ba is not forgiving when he is in power: "If you don't want to fight, it's fine, I, Ma Ba, don't force others...Master Zhou, how do you think this matter will be resolved?"
Inspector Zhou had been looking for a chance to mediate for a long time. Now that he saw the situation clearly, he couldn't wait to say: "Peace is the most important thing, that's the best thing. I think it should be done this way: for those who were beaten to death before, each family has their own Pay thirty taels of silver as a pension; those who are injured, depending on the injury, will also be given some soup and medicine as compensation; then set up fifty tables of banquets in the "Taiping Building" in the county seat, everyone will have a drink, and the end will be peaceful, what do you two think?"
Although Zhou Xunjian didn't say it clearly, he always turned to Mr. Zhuang when he spoke, naturally indicating that the surrendered Mr. Zhuang paid for the money and banquets.
Mr. Zhuang gritted his teeth and remained silent.It's a small matter to pay such a small amount of money, but this time he admits to being wronged, and in the eyes of Guan County people, he will always be trampled under his feet by Ma Ba.Although it is no longer the days when the blade was licking blood, Mr. Zhuang has a lot of business in the fields, and he still has to rely on his face and reputation to support and protect him.Mr. Zhuang is an old Jianghu, and he knows that once his face is lost, the one who bullied others in the past will gradually become the one who is bullied.
People standing outside the pavilion also heard the conversation inside.Seeing the leader's silence, those men wrapped in Zhuge scarves felt a chill in their hearts.This fight seems to be even more unstoppable.
"Master Zhuang, you have been refusing to say who you are waiting for..." Ma Ba continued to press. "Do you still want to be tricky? Or..." He smiled and pointed to Ghost Saber Chen behind him. "Seeing that I have invited Mr. Chen, are you already embarrassed to say it?"
Mr. Zhuang knew that he couldn't delay any longer.
——If they really don’t come down, I will be miserable...
Mr. Zhuang finally said, "Say it out, I'm afraid you won't be able to sit still."
"Huh?" Ma Ba pretended to listen carefully, and said with a sneer, "Old man, I've settled down, so just say it!"
Mr. Zhuang closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then pointed to the distant mountains outside the pavilion.
"It's in the mountains."
After the four words were uttered, more than two hundred people present looked solemn at the same time.
Even Ghost Saber Chen tightened his gaze.
They all know who the "in the mountains" refers to.
Everyone outside the pavilion turned their heads at the same time, looking at the green hills half hidden in the rain and fog in the distance behind.
Qingcheng Mountain.
Ma Ba stopped laughing.
"Old man, don't brag." He said every word carefully. "Let them know that if someone uses their names to make nonsense, you and I can't bear it."
"Do you think I, Lao Zhuang, don't know how to measure? Five days ago, I went up to the mountain with invitations to invite them."
Ma Ba's mouth was trembling, but he couldn't speak anymore.
Mr. Zhuang was calm on the surface, but in fact he concealed some facts: when he went up the mountain that day, he couldn't see the head of the family, and the other party didn't promise to come down today.The interviewer only accepted the greeting card, listened to Mr. Zhuang's request, and sent him down the mountain without replying.
——But at least they didn't open their mouths to reject me... I'm not lying...
Mr. Zhuang stopped talking when he got here.He pretended to be calm and looked at Ma Ba who had lost his arrogance.Mr. Zhuang thought in his heart: Even if they don't come down the mountain, as long as Ma Ba asks for peace after hearing these words, he can save face.
——But it still depends on Ghost Saber Chen.
After Ghost Saber Chen heard the word "in the mountains", his staring eyes disappeared.It was replaced by a look of animal alertness.
--shit.The words of this evil star have provoked me...
Mr. Zhuang looked at Guidao Chen's ferocious expression, and was afraid in his heart: If he finds out that they really won't come down, then it won't be a matter of spending money to solve it...
The two hundred people outside the pavilion whispered to each other.Some people look back at the distant mountains from time to time, with a look of reverence on their faces.
For them, those people "in the mountains" are nothing more than mythical existences.
Ma Ba was anxious.He turned his head and whispered to Guidao Chen: "Master Chen, what do you think? I just want to save face this time, Master Chen, you are just asking for money, you can't do it..."
Ghost Saber Chen bit his lower lip, unconsciously clenched the scabbard around his waist with his left hand.He still didn't make any sign.
Ma Ba didn't make a sound.Mr. Zhuang was already guilty, so naturally he stopped talking.Although Zhou Xunjian couldn't confirm whether Mr. Zhuang's words were true or false, when he heard "from the mountains", he knew that there was no room for him to mediate in this matter...
The situation in the pavilion was silently deadlocked.Everyone didn't know when to wait, and the situation became very strange.
The rain dripped continuously on the roof of the grass shed.
a long time.
Among the crowd outside the pavilion, suddenly someone shouted: "Ah!"
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice.It was one of the men wearing a Zhuge scarf.He held out a finger.Everyone looked in the direction of the finger.
"Really...here..."
Mr. Zhuang and Ma Ba jumped up at the same time as if their buttocks were on fire, and walked to the pavilion to have a better look.
In the distance on the official road, two small black shadows braved the heavy rain and gradually approached here.
Mr. Zhuang excitedly wiped away the rain from his eyes and face.Ma Ba stood blankly with a pale face.
More than two hundred pairs of eyes watched the two figures getting closer.
Finally arrived at the clearing.The two visitors came on foot in coir raincoats, with black lacquered bamboo hats on their heads, so they couldn't see their faces.
The two hundred statues in the open space were separated from the center by an invisible force, separating a wide passage.
Where the two passed by, all the men with sharp knives unconsciously put their weapons behind their backs.
The two walked into the "Wuli Wang Pavilion", and Wuyan took off the bamboo hat and coir raincoat, revealing a dark blue cloth robe, which looked a bit like a Taoist priest's robe, but with cloth belts wrapped around the wrists to tighten the clothes sleeve.On the chest of the left breast of the green robe, there is a black silk thread embroidered with the character "Qing" in seal script.A long thing hangs obliquely on each waist, wrapped in a thick cloth bag, obviously to block the rain.
Mr. Zhuang was so moved that he almost cried.
——really...really come...
He ordered his followers to take their bamboo hats and coir raincoats, and bring two bamboo chairs.
The two green-robed men did not sit down.They pulled a rope around their waists, and the cloth pouches that covered the long things were untied, revealing two identical long swords that looked rather primitive in shape.Both the bronze tsuba and the scabbard mouth are polished shiny.
Ghost knife Chen saw the two swords, his eyes widened, his scalp felt numb, and the scar on his skull felt a little tingling.
Although the two clean green robes were plain in color, they seemed to emit a mysterious light in the eyes of everyone.
The green-robed man on the left is older, twenty-seven or eight years old, with a well-groomed beard.His sharp eyes glanced around for a round, and naturally exuded an aura that made people dare not look directly at him.
"Qingcheng faction, Zhang Peng." When the man said, he didn't bow his fists and salute. His tone didn't sound like he was introducing himself, but rather he was ordering everyone to remember his name. "According to the order of my family teacher, I will accompany my junior brother down the mountain to mediate this matter."
Mr. Zhuang looked at Ma Ba proudly, then stepped forward and bowed his hands in salute. "Damn Zhuang, if I knew the two swordsmen were coming, I should have prepared chariots and horses at the foot of the mountain—"
Zhang Peng interrupted him: "This school's precepts, except for those who come down the mountain under the master of Yicheng, disciples are not allowed to ride horses and chariots when they go in and out, they are lazy."
Mr. Zhuang laughed together: "I admire! Admire! Alas, what happened this time turned out to be nothing more than a small dispute in the market, and you have sent two swordsman masters, really—"
Interrupted again to Zhang Peng: "I said, I'm just here to accompany." Zhang Peng pointed to his junior brother beside him. "According to my master's order, this matter will be decided by me, Junior Brother Yan." He took a step back.
Unsurprisingly, everyone looked carefully at the much younger Qingcheng sect disciple beside Zhang Peng.
This person surnamed Yan seemed to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he didn't even have a beard. He was slender and of medium build, and his face with delicate features was still a bit childish.Two thick eyebrows raised up heroically, but his expression was shy, and his skin was tanned. If he didn't really have a sword on his waist, he would look like a farm boy.
The young man almost wanted to salute to everyone, but he lowered his hand again when he remembered Senior Brother Zhang's instructions along the way.
——These mortals are not equal to us.
Brother Zhang said so.
The boy clenched his fists and lowered his eyes without looking at anyone.The ruddy child's lips trembled a little.
"... Qingcheng faction, Yan Xiaoliu." The voice was so soft that only the people in the pavilion could hear it.
Mr. Zhuang frowned.Such a young man with an awkward expression, and the name of this soil bag, does not match the identity of a swordsman, he is no different from an ordinary rural kid.
But looking at Zhang Peng's aura, and the green robe and long sword, these two people are determined not to fake it...
"This young hero Yan..." Mr. Zhuang still respectfully bowed his hands to this boy who was at least forty years younger than himself: "The ins and outs of this matter are like this..."
"No... needless to say." Yan Xiaoliu hurriedly replied.He turned back to Zhang Peng for instructions.But Zhang Peng didn't raise his eyebrows.Yan Xiaoliu had no choice but to bite the bullet and continued: "The teacher's meaning is: since this Mr. Zhuang came to beg us, everything will be done according to Mr. Zhuang's wishes."
That's it?
Ma Ba was dumbfounded.
Mr. Zhuang forced his heart to be ecstatic, smiled and said to Zhou Xunjian: "My lord, did you hear that too? Since you have received the order from the old man of the Qingcheng faction, then Zhuang can make a bold idea... Your lord, just do what you said just now." What to do: pay thirty taels of silver for the dead, and pay for the injured..."
He looked at Ma Ba proudly again: "Then set up fifty tables and banquets in the 'Tai Ping Lou', how about it?"
Zhou Xunjian nodded vigorously: "Ma Ba, I think that's it."
Ma Ba was already discouraged and ready to agree.
But Ghost Saber Chen pushed Ma Ba aside and took a step forward.
"What if you don't agree?" Guidao Chen looked directly into Yan Xiaoliu's eyes.
The air in the pavilion seemed to condense all of a sudden.
Yan Xiaoliu greeted Ghost Saber Chen's sharp eyes.He looked back at his brother again.Zhang Peng still didn't say anything.
Zhang Peng had already taught his junior how to deal with this kind of situation, and Yan Xiaoliu also kept it in mind.But the boy still had to take a deep breath before he could speak.
"Mr. Zhuang's idea is the teacher's idea."
Yan Xiaoliu finished speaking in one breath, and straightened her chest.The hilt of the sword at the waist has also been raised accordingly.
The meaning is obvious.
Ghost knife Chen looked at Zhang Peng at this moment.
"You just said that this matter is up to your junior brother alone? Are you just accompanying me?"
Of course Zhang Peng understood the meaning of Ghost Saber Chen's words.He smiled and nodded.
——That is to say, here today, only one Qingcheng sword will be drawn out of its sheath.
Ghost Saber Chen looked at the boy in front of him again.Of course he has heard everything about the Qingcheng faction—it is impossible for anyone who has traveled the rivers and lakes of Sichuan not to have heard of it.
"Bashu Wushuang".That was the plaque that Ghost Dao Chen had hung up before he was born.
But he didn't believe it.Although these famous schools in the martial arts world are famous, they are unavoidably accumulated by the predecessors.
——Everyone takes weapons every day.Everyone is a person with two hands and two legs.My knife has been practiced for more than 20 years.I just can't believe how big of a gap there is.
——What's more, in front of him is this kid who hasn't been weaned yet.
Ghost Saber Chen rubbed his palms.
"The so-called decent sects are people who have heard a lot, but it is rare to have the opportunity to see how strong they really are."
Many people present also had the same idea.I have heard a lot of legends about the Great Sword Sect, but I have never personally seen how many of them are true.
——However, there is only one person who has the courage to use his body to verify it.
The meaning of Ghost Saber Chen's challenge is already very obvious.But Yan Xiaoliu didn't seem to be ready to face the enemy, instead he was scratching his hair, as if he didn't know how to respond.
Zhang Peng behind him didn't show the slightest worry when he saw his younger brother like this, on the contrary, he looked a little impatient.
Mr. Zhuang, Ma Ba and others had already retreated far away to the side of the pavilion.
Ghost knife Chen saw that Yan Xiaoliu didn't seem to be ready for a duel.He was born in the green forest, and he didn't intend to give the other party another chance.
"Taught."
The voice was very small, and he spoke very quickly, and he could only hear it, without any trace of murderous intent.
But the right hand is already holding the handle of the knife.
At the same time, in Ghost Saber Chen's mind, there are already three possible changes after this type of drawing and quick slashing——
But the long knife stopped halfway out of its sheath.
——As for Ghost Dao Chen, who is proud of Kuai Dao all his life, it is the first and last time for him to experience the real "Kuai" in person.
The more than two hundred pairs of ordinary eyes inside and outside the pavilion couldn't even see the process.
They only see results:
Ghost Knife Chen's long knife was only half out of the sheath, and the blade surface was pierced by a steel sword covered with water patterns, and the tip of the sword pierced Ghost Knife Chen's chest wearing a padded jacket.The long knife was nailed to Ghost Knife Chen's body in this way, and he couldn't get out of its sheath for half a minute.
The one holding the long sword (it should have been said to be "the one who stabbed the sword", but everyone's eyes couldn't see the movement of the sword) was naturally Yan Xiaoliu, who looked like a rural boy.
Few people noticed that behind Yan Xiaoliu, Zhang Peng's left palm rested on his junior brother's right shoulder at some point.
Ghost knife Chen's face is really white like a ghost.His eyes were also staring blankly as if he saw a ghost.
Only these three people present knew what happened just now:
Ghost Saber Chen rested his right hand on the handle of the knife.
Yan Xiaoliu's eyes changed from a sheep to a wolf in an instant.
Ghost knife Chen, the long knife is two inches out of the sheath.
Yan Xiaoliu, the long sword at his waist has been completely unsheathed.
Long knife, one foot out of the sheath.
Long sword, the momentum of stabbing has been achieved.
Qingcheng School swordsmanship, the most basic of the basics, the third movement of the entry-level swordsmanship "Fenghuojian", called "Star Chasing the Moon".
It's just the simplest one-handed stabbing action.But from the left foot stepping on the ground, up to the legs and buttocks, to the waist, to the chest and shoulders, to the elbows and arms, to the wrists holding the sword—every muscle that should be activated has been activated.From bottom to top, from toes to fingers, every movement of joints amplifies and transmits the accumulated power, and finally concentrates it completely on the tip of the sword—this is the secret art of martial arts.
And to make such a highly coordinated movement, Yan Xiaoliu didn't even have to think about it.
——A movement that has been practiced at least five hundred times a day without interruption for six years, and has been done more than one million times in total, so there is no need to think about it.
Wherever Yanxiao's six-eye line goes, the tip of the nose, the tip of the forefoot, and the tip of the sword, the three points meet each other.An invisible straight line pointed directly at Ghost Dao Chen's throat.
This is the primary goal of the "Star Chasing the Moon" style.Yan Xiaoliu stabbed at the imaginary opponent in the air countless times, and practiced sword-to-sword with his peers countless times, aiming like this has also become a habit without thinking.
Those who attack the enemy must be saved.This was originally an unbreakable iron rule of battle.
——If the opponent can really be called an "enemy".
So, Zhang Peng clapped Yan Xiaoliu's shoulder.
Because of this slap, the angle of Yan Xiaoliu's unthinking "Star Chasing the Moon" sword sank.
The Qingcheng Saber that should have been protruding from the back of Ghost Knife Chen's neck pierced through Ghost Knife Chen's long knife that had just been pulled up to chest height, passed through the blade, and nailed into the sheepskin jacket on Ghost Knife Chen's chest.
Then everything freezes, which is what everyone else sees.
Ghost Saber Chen's whole body was stiff.But Yan Xiaoliu also stayed on the spot, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
This is the seventeen-year-old him, and for the first time in his life, he sent a sword at a living person with real hostility.
——and had already killed the other party.
Zhang Peng's palm lightly patted his junior brother's shoulder twice.
Only then did Yan Xiaoliu realize that he had lost his composure in front of the crowd, so he withdrew his sword abruptly.
The Qingcheng sword was pulled out from the hole in the blade, making a tooth-piercing scratching sound.When the sword tip was pulled away, a few strands of cotton wool were also drawn out.
Cotton wadding that was stained red with the ghost knife's blood fluttered in mid-air.
Everyone in the pavilion stared at the few flying catkins and was stunned.
After the long sword was drawn away, Ghost Saber Chen Cai dared to inhale.
The point of the sword pierced through the padded jacket and pierced two parts of his chest, but did not hurt his lungs.
——If it weren't for the barrier of the long knife, and Zhang Peng's slap made the sword's strength slightly dissipated, Ghost Saber Chen would already be a ghost.
Yan Xiaoliu carefully inspected the blade that pierced through the steel knife.After confirming that the blade was not damaged, he heaved a sigh of relief and put the sword back into its sheath.
His heart was still beating wildly, and he looked at his senior brother with puzzled eyes.
Zhang Peng knew his junior brother's question.
"A person of this level is not qualified to die under the sword of the Qingcheng faction."
Ghost Saber Chen's long sword choked and fell to the ground.
Almost at the same time, the weapons in the hands of the two hundred people outside the pavilion also fell to the muddy ground.
Some even knelt down.
——These mortals are not equal to us.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Liu finally understood the meaning of what the senior brother said.
With the blood-red ghost knife oozing from his chest, Chen crawled to the ground, not daring to raise his face to look at the two Qingcheng faction swordsmen.
He never held a knife again in his life.No one knows his subsequent whereabouts.There are rumors that he became a monk, and others that he was beheaded by his enemies.His gang of bandits in the mountains of Guan County also fled to other counties.
All because of a sword of a seventeen-year-old boy.
——This is the Qingcheng School.
Even the old man Zhuang who invited the two swordsmen down the mountain was too shocked to speak—when a power is too strong and terrifying, not everyone has the guts to be proud of it.
Zhang Peng and Yan Xiaoliu did not speak to them again.There is no need to say anything more.
They wrapped their long swords in cloth bags again, put on coir raincoats and bamboo hats, left the "Wuli Wang Pavilion" and headed back towards the mountain road they had come from.
Two hundred people inside and outside the pavilion watched the two figures gradually disappear in the rain.
Two hundred pairs of eyes, as reverent as looking up to a god.
The power of various offensive and defensive movements in martial arts is called "inner strength", also known as "qi strength" or "internal force".Because of these special nouns, "Inner Strength" is often deified by folk legends, imagined as a special energy other than physical strength, which can be stored in the practitioner's body, and even more exaggerated, it is even described that "Inner Strength" can be released outside the body to hurt people remotely , or transfer to another person's body... All kinds of statements are actually false.
In fact, all body operations of warriors still rely on the kinetic energy produced by muscles and bones, which is not fundamentally different from ordinary people's work and rest activities.
The difference lies in quality.The reason why warriors can display superhuman speed and strength in their movements is actually the result of extremely high coordination of body muscles.For example, the simplest punching action starts from the ground, kicks the ground with the legs, rotates the waist, extends the shoulders and arms, twists the wrists, and finally clenches the fists and fingers, and the force is transmitted from one joint to the next. If the joints are well-coordinated, there will be no loss at all, and the strength of each joint will be fully multiplied, and finally concentrated on the fist, which will naturally be extremely fast and fierce. The power generated by such a high degree of coordination is "internal strength". ".On the contrary, ordinary people don't understand the reason for punching. Even if they step on their legs and turn their waists, they have poor coordination, and the strength of their muscles resists and cancels each other out.
So "inner strength" is still a kind of muscle strength.Unremitting exercise of muscles, bones and muscles is a compulsory course for warriors.Immortal demeanor or a weak body, but a superhuman being who can exert a thousand catties—this is just a common imagination.
Looking at modern exercise physiology, it also pays attention to muscle coordination to produce the highest performance, which is essentially the same as the "inner strength" of martial arts.However, in addition to exercising body manipulation in ancient martial arts, there are also various secret methods to enhance the transmission of the brain and nerves, and enhance coordination to a higher level. The resulting movement efficiency is unmatched by modern athletes.Take Wen Yan Xiaoliu's "Star Chasing the Moon" move as an example, its reaction time and instant launch speed are already equivalent to the start burst of the world's top Olympic sprinters.But Yan Xiaoliu didn't need any preparations, and didn't need to cultivate concentration. He could do it in a sudden situation without warning (if he missed a hit, he could continue to explode repeatedly), which was far beyond the ability of athletes.And Yan Xiaoliu is just a middle-level disciple of Qingcheng Sect.
"Inner strength" is only the most basic of martial arts.As for other higher-level secret methods, they will be discussed later.
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