Chapter 1074: How can a ephemera be compared to the heaven and earth? Let all the phenomena go and see all sentient beings (5)
August 20, the weather became gloomy.
There was a sea of people in front of Jiangning's "Million Soldiers and Horses Arena". Lin Zongwu, who was wearing a wide cassock, had already stepped onto the stage. The "King of Gao Tian" dispatched was not the strange-looking green forest people like other families, but a group of neatly dressed soldiers.
These soldiers came on stage one by one and fought with Lin Zongwu in a fighting method that was considered dull and clumsy by the Green Forest people. Lin Zongwu severely injured the first person, and the other party carried the seriously injured person off, and the second soldier followed closely.
Then, after the second soldier was seriously injured, the third soldier came...
The whole atmosphere was solemn and depressing, without the excitement of the day of the "Five-Party Challenge". Each soldier went up, fought hard, and then was carried down again. Everyone seemed to regard death as if they were home. As for Lin Zongwu, after the initial words
After that, he fell silent and fought with the soldiers who came to the stage one after another.
When three or five people were beaten, many onlookers had already chewed up the cleverness and terror of Gao Chang's actions. Some admired him privately, while others commented on Lin Zongwu's ability to win without using force and to use the big to bully the small.
However, when this competition reached the tenth person or more than ten people, in the silence of the audience, there was a faint respect for both sides of the battle.
Lin Zongwu's huge figure stood there. Although he was said to be the best in the world in martial arts, he was already old after all. When the soldiers here came to the stage, the first few people could say that he bullied the small ones, but
As soldiers come on stage one after another, fight, fall down, and the time to fight with each person is almost fixed, often letting the other party make moves. After the audience understands the routine demonstration, they can defeat the enemy with one palm.
The continuous cycle makes him show a momentum like Mount Tai. The mountain looks up and stands still, majestic and unyielding.
Lin Zongwu has been preaching for half his life, traveling around and encountering the most situations. Except for some unspeakable bitch who will humiliate him with two coins when he is at the peak of his duel with others, how can he pay attention to other situations...
...Although Gao Chang's method of doing things is good, it cannot be separated from the struggle by force. After all, it is at his home court.
Neither side talks. If you want to come up one by one and "see death as home", then just come up.
The huge figure stood in front of the stage, and a pair of fleshy palms attacked the young soldiers who came up with various weapons, ranging from a few to more than ten people. After knocking down twenty people in a row, the spectators in the audience felt thrilling.
However, Lin Zongwu did not show any signs of fatigue. Every time he knocked someone over, he just stood with his hands behind his back and watched silently as the other person carried the wounded person off.
He made no further statement, and Gao Chang could only send soldiers one after another to be beaten.
Twenty-one, twenty-two...twenty-five, twenty-six...this number continued until thirty. When the thirtieth soldier was knocked to the ground, Lin Zongwu finally put his hands on his back, turned around and stepped off the stage.
The voice said: "From now on, you are allowed to compete."
Gao Chang's men who were responsible for guarding the "Millions of Soldiers and Horses" here were a little proud at first, but by this time they were already covered in cold sweat. After hearing these words, they finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
There were enthusiastic cheers under the ring. Some people praised Gao Chang's response to the situation, which was much better than Zhou Shang's who didn't know the heights of the sky at the beginning; more people praised the extraordinary martial arts of Leader Lin, and this
After all these responses, he really did not lose his domineering majesty as "the best in the world".
Amid such carnival, news spread that Lin Zongwu would set foot on Shi Baofeng’s “Tianbao Terrace” in a few days.
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"Something's going to happen... Something's going to happen..."
In the afternoon, the gloomy sky seemed to be pressing down on the city.
On the streets and alleys of Jiangning City, rumors first spread for a while, and then some stall owners began to close their stalls in the gloomy sky.
On the street near the old house of the Su family, Xue Jin, who had been begging for half a day without attracting much attention, noticed something not quite right in the atmosphere, and murmured in a low voice and hurried in the direction of "home", collecting firewood along the way.
After returning to the bridge near Wuhu Inn, I felt a little at ease.
"Something's going to happen... Something's going to happen..."
He huddled under the dim bridge, sat next to Yueniang, and whispered, the sky outside the bridge was gloomy, and it seemed to be getting dark.
In the lobby of Wuhu Inn, groups of Jianghu people came back from outside. They sat here and whispered about what happened in the morning. Some of them had a few words with the boss who was usually quite friendly. The boss here said "
The flag of "Fairness King" He Wen, but the doors and windows have also been strengthened to prevent some bad things from happening.
In the small corner room on the second floor of the inn, Ning Ji was instructing the young monk to practice calligraphy while lying on the table. The young monk held a brush and crookedly wrote the seven words "Monkey King, the Little Saint of Qitian" on the paper.
Very ugly.
“Master… only taught me how to read and write, but I didn’t practice… very much…”
When the two of them went out to perform chivalrous acts, the young monk once blushed because of this. His cultural level could only barely read, and he could only write his own name at most, so he was very embarrassed in front of his newly recognized eldest brother.
Ning Ji originally thought he had caught a coolie who could write, but later found out that he had to help him write down another name. He was heartbroken and couldn't help but say something like: "Morality, intelligence, physical education, art, and labor must be developed in a balanced way..." and so on.
Weird words that the young monk could not understand.
It is worth mentioning that in the two days after they met, they had picked out two small venues under the name of "King of Yama" Zhou Shang. The first time they were not very skilled and left after the fight. This morning they finally
The names left on the wall were "Martial Arts Leader Long Aotian" and "Little Sage Monkey King Monkey King". They added the four words "come here for a visit", which was very cool. This was their real success.
First time working together.
The two worked at night and fell asleep on the same bed during the day, missing Lin Zongwu's beating in the morning. After waking up, the young monk was forced to practice calligraphy. Fortunately, although his calligraphy was poor, his attitude was sincere, which made the young monk
The leader of the division was very pleased.
“It’s always good to read more books!”
He showed the posture that his aunt taught him back then, walked around the little monk who was immersed in practicing calligraphy, and taught him earnestly.
"Your master's vision is still a bit shallow..."
“This word is spelled wrong, haha...”
The little monk nodded repeatedly.
This is called passing on the fire from generation to generation.
After teaching seriously for a while, Ning Ji went to the lobby to eavesdrop on various news. When evening approached, he went to the kitchen to buy some cheap kitchen scraps and sent them to the bridge beside the river.
Down.
“Cripple, why are you back so early?”
"Something's going to happen, something's going to happen, something's going to happen..."
Xue Jin knelt down to thank him and looked up at the young man who had been giving him food in recent days, wanting to say something.
“Something’s going to happen, why don’t you leave?”
"Let's go..." Xue Jin's lips trembled and he was silent for a moment. Then he looked back at the figure in the bridge hole, "Let's go... we can't..."
“Then you have to hide.”
Ning Ji said no more, stood up with a smile, took the empty bowl and sent it back to the innkeeper.
Soon after, night fell. The two young men had dinner and chatted quietly in the dark. After waiting for more than an hour, they put on night clothes, covered their faces and bald heads, and sneaked out of the inn.
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That night, before midnight, the fire in the city had already started.
As the whistles and gongs of the law enforcement team under "Long Xian" sounded, the thugs under "King of Pingping" Shi Baofeng and "King of Yama" Zhou Shang were dispatched almost at the same time, heading straight towards the territory of "King of Wheels" Xu Zhaonan
, and this time Xu Zhaonan was well prepared. Two days earlier, the fanatical believers who entered the city in large numbers chanted "Divine Power to Protect the Body" and "Light Bless the World" and launched a counterattack against the opponent.
In such an atmosphere, several commanders from Gao Chang's side, who had been beaten by Lin Zongwu 30 times during the day, also took action in the city, beating Xu Zhaonan and Zhou Shang at the same time. "Dragon Xian" Fu Pingbo first came forward to try to suppress this group of saboteurs.
The most powerful soldier, and the situation in the city has become lively.
At this moment, all five parties of the Fairness Party finally took action.
The two dark figures with high Qinggong skills were able to see a lot of disgusting things that they couldn't usually see while running in the darkness of this noisy city.
They can see the whole process of some forces gathering in the dark, conspiring, and then going out to kill and set fire;
We also saw the fighting between brothers due to uneven distribution of the spoils after a robbery;
They could see members of the "Fair King" law enforcement team who were maintaining order being dragged into an alley by a group of people and beaten to death with sticks after being left alone;
I also saw naked women and children locked up in a dark courtyard;
Some people who knelt down to beg for mercy were put into sacks, while others happily threw the sacks into the river;
Some people were even thrown directly into the fire...
In this city, people like Xue Jin are not the only ones suffering a tragic fate. When order disappears, similar situations can be seen everywhere if you look carefully. The two teenagers can feel angry, but besides the anger, there are some emotions
It can be pressed down.
"Amitabha, I have never seen so many tragedies on my way south... This may be the scene of hell..." The young monk recognized what he saw and thought that this might be what the master asked him to do.
The reason for visiting Jiangning. Compared with here, some of the things I saw in Jindi were not worth mentioning.
“Hmph! The Fairness Party is not a good thing!” Ning Ji maintained his consistent view, “The worst one is Zhou Shang! He must be killed.”
According to the peeks during these three nights, the worst among the five parties of the Fairness Party, with the most brutal methods, is indeed Zhou Shang's party. Their killing methods are the cruelest and most bloody. Many of them are not only
Just to kill the enemy, but already began to enjoy the pleasure of cruelty and abuse.
As for how to find Wei Xuwen, Ning Ji already had a simple plan after observing it in the past two days.
That night, after a simple investigation, the two of them spotted a warehouse next to a small dock in the west of the city and launched an attack.
This warehouse now belongs to a small leader under the command of "King of Yama" Zhou Shang. After the fire started at night, more than ten people were still left to defend the warehouse. According to Ning Ji's observation, the other small leader
They are still in the warehouse, which means that some important materials are indeed stored here.
At midnight, two figures descended on the yard behind the warehouse.
The chaos of fighting did not last long in this warehouse. When someone noticed the sudden attack of two figures in the fire, six Green Foresters who were responsible for the defense near the warehouse had been killed, and then the figure rushed in like a flea.
The fire in the night often kills people with a wave of their arms. The torches in some people's hands are blown across the sky and have not yet fallen. Others fall to the ground amid hysterical roars, with wounds on their throats, waist, eyes, and thighs.
The blood surged.
During such an action, Ning Ji did not suppress his skills, and carried out killings with almost all possible means. As a partner, the young monk usually seemed to have a weak temperament, but when he carried out the action of "killing bad guys",
He held a small dagger and almost cut his throat with blood. This was a combat method tailor-made by his master for his age. Ning Ji agreed very much because Aunt Hong designed it for him when he was two years younger.
The play style is basically the same.
When the little leader who was guarding this side rushed out of the room brandishing a long knife, he barely met him once before someone snatched the knife and stabbed him back. The long knife penetrated his stomach and was nailed to the wall.
There was blood in the courtyard, and some people were squirming and groaning underground. The shorter men in black rushed into the warehouse and killed the two remaining minions. The taller man in black walked to the little boss.
She reached out in front of her and touched his body.
“Hey, your master’s design of this style of play is quite good...”
The little boss felt that his chest was being touched by the other party, and he didn't know what the undisguised drake voice was saying.
“Ah, Amitabha...”
The younger man in black came out, looking left and right, looking for a living person, and the tone of his mouth was unexpectedly childish.
“You, you guys...” the little leader said with difficulty.
“Do you know your boss, ‘Heavenly Killer’ Wei Xuwen?” the young man who was stroking his body asked.
“You...I...”
“We are looking for him, do you know where he is?”
"I...fuck..." Blood flowed from his mouth.
"Forget it." The young man shook his head, took out some money from his body, put it into his arms, and took out fireworks and other objects used as warnings, "If you put this thing out, someone will come looking for it...
You left a lot of blood, Wukong, Torch."
The little leader was nailed to the wall and felt very weak. Then he saw the young monk who said Amitabha came over with a torch. The young man here dug again and again and took out a... big writing brush.
Even though he felt that he was about to die, the little leader still looked absurdly as they put the brush to his mouth and the edge of the knife, stained with thick blood, and then the little monk held a torch and asked the other party to write on the wall next to him.
, after the young man finished writing, he changed to a young monk to write with a pen, and he didn’t know what they were writing...
“The martial arts leader Long Aotian and the Monkey King Monkey King are here to visit.”
After writing this row, Long Aotian thought about it again and wrote his purpose at the end. He wrote the words "Heavenly Kill" and asked the young monk to copy it. Later, the words on the wall became
It became:
“The leader of the Wulin Alliance, Long Aotian, and the Monkey King, the Monkey King, are here for a visit. God, kill, kill, kill!”
They then searched the warehouse and released eight half-clothed women who had been locked in for who knows how long. After some more searching and arranging, they took out the weapons they had found from a pile of dead people.
The fireworks were opened one by one.
There were a lot of fighting scenes in the city that night, and fireworks and arrows were often raised, but a bunch of them were suddenly placed here. The people who had previously belonged to this warehouse rushed back first. Seeing the situation in front of them, they hurriedly called for people.
, then fifty or sixty swordsmen came over guarding a tall man. Everyone entered the warehouse together and saw a scene of corpses everywhere and a message written on the wall.
The handwriting on the wall was obviously written by two people.
The two handwritings are not the same, one is crooked, the other is childish and soft. It seems ridiculous to write it here in a big way, but the handwriting is actually written in blood. Their little leader here was stabbed through the abdomen and nailed to death.
on the wall next to the writing. And many corpses in the surrounding yard had their throats sealed with a knife. This gave the whole scene a somewhat eerie atmosphere.
After the leader on a tall horse went in and had a look, he ordered his men to patrol the surrounding area.
In the darkness by the river bend not far from here, two figures were lying on the river embankment, secretly watching everything. In the grass not far from them, there was even a bird stolen from the haste.
, a wooden barrel containing black powder.
"See, I said, when a boss dies, his superiors will come after him."
Long Aotian was very angry and imparted life experience to the younger brothers around him: "We have written the name of God on the wall again. Of course these bosses have to report it one by one. Whether we follow him or arrest him,
If you stay with him, you can find some information."
“Brother Long is so awesome, I didn’t expect it.” The young monk admired sincerely, staring in the dark and observing the shape of the figure on the tall horse, “This guy’s martial arts looks pretty good.”
“Well, I just don’t know what level he is... There are a lot of people, but it doesn’t matter. I’ll follow them back later and watch me blow up these bastards, and I’ll catch him during the chaos...”
"Yeah." The little monk nodded repeatedly and said after a while, "Brother Long, he, he is coming towards us, what should we do?"
“Oh?” Long Aotian, who was looking back to confirm the quality of the explosives in the barrel, turned his head.
The two figures both looked at the tall horse that came arrogantly.
"Brother, there are not many people around him..." The little monk shook the elder's shoulder.
"I know……"
“Do you want to take action?”
“Everyone should stay calm when traveling in the world...”
"okay……"
Both of them calmed down.
Have a moment...
“Well, there is a flaw…”
“This person has a lot of flaws...”
The two rookies in the dark were confused for a moment.
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Not long after, at a dark river bend not far from the warehouse, the subordinates of King Yama on horseback were patrolling. A lasso flew out from the side and was directly wrapped around his body. Two small black shadows dragged him along.
The lasso suddenly rushed out of the darkness and surged forward.
Your general was dragged from below and fell to the ground with a bang, and then the whole person slid forward. The frightened war horse neighed and ran wildly. Several of his men could not catch up. They watched the war horse rush forward and pulled
Among the two black figures holding the rope, the taller one jumped on his horse while running and cheered: "Catch it."
The little one also shouted: "Caught!"
The war horses galloped forward, and the trapped leader of "King Yama" was thrown off the river bank for a while, and then dragged up with a clanging sound, and was dragged towards the distant night.
The shouts of killing broke out, and a large group of people cheered and tried to catch up...
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At the same time, the villain Wei Xuwen, who did not know that he was being targeted by a pair of rookies, was promoting a major event at the other end of the city.
That night, the "King of Yama" party launched by him again launched a grand raid on the "King of Chakravartin", but for him, these grand performances had never been related to the success or failure of the matter.
He sat in the dark attic, looking at the thin figure in the dilapidated courtyard below. The figure's name was Miao Zheng, and it fell into his hands one night a few days ago. By now, he had already figured out the other person's intentions.
usage.
Miao Zheng’s only two remaining family members, his younger brother and son, were in the attic at this time, staying in the same space as Wei Xuwen. Wei Xuwen’s attitude was very kind from beginning to end.
"Don't worry, he has done a good job, and you can all live well."
After a while, what he wanted to do appeared.
A black figure appeared on the street outside and gradually walked towards this side. Through the gap in the dilapidated yard, Miao Zheng in the yard could also see what was happening. His body trembled slightly.
“Didn’t you say...that the person coming would be a woman?”
In the attic, Wei Xuwen asked in a low voice.
It seemed that he was also afraid of being affected by the encounter. After some distance, the figure in the darkness said in this direction: "I am An Xifu, and Dai Siyi has come to see you."
Wei Xuwen was in the attic, his eyes lit up, he gently closed his hands and whispered: "Okay."
There were loud arrows and fireworks rising in the distance in the city, and various fightings were going on. In the darkness around the streets, dozens or hundreds of figures were already surging towards this place like silent malice.
An Xifu moved forward slowly, the darkness was about to condense...
A sound of "Ah...".
Miao Zheng shouted.
In an instant, in the darkness, An Xifu's figure retreated like a black crow. Wei Xuwen cursed in the attic and waved his hand, quickly pulling out the long knife from the waist of the guard beside him. Far and near on the long street
At a close distance, the ambushers pushed aside the cover and surged out...
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On the other side, war horses galloped for a while in the dark streets.
The little monk at the rear was running wildly, and at the same time he called out to the horse riding in front of him who was having a great time: "Brother, brother, stop, stop..."
Long Aotian turned back from the front: "What's the matter?"
The pursuers behind him were not far behind, and he was ready to find a quiet place to torture the prisoners.
The little monk ran with the horse and pointed at the man on the ground: "He, he was killed..."
"Huh?" Long Aotian stopped his horse and jumped down, and walked closer to take a look. This man had indeed suffered a bloody head, and he didn't know where he accidentally hit a rock.
The two stood on the roadside, touching their chins, and were silent for a while. The sound of pursuit in the night behind them became louder and louder.
"What should I do……"
"Who asked him to ride a horse..." Long Aotian was unhappy, then waved his hand, "Forget it, just give it back to them."
“Then what to do next?”
“Next? Let’s kill their boss first. This is the boss’s boss. Well, next, their boss’s boss’s boss may come over. Maybe it’s Wei Xuwen.”
“Shall we wait a little longer?”
“That’s right, you have to be more careful this time and don’t make random moves...”
In the darkness, the two of them summed up their experiences and learned lessons. Long Aotian stretched out his foot and kicked the dead man on the ground, sighed, and still felt a little regretful.
Of course, by the time the pursuers arrived, both figures had already disappeared.
That night, Wei Xuwen did not come over. He only found out about what happened the next morning.
The whole thing is a whirlwind and extremely fucked up...