Jiang Wen never thought that he would meet the legendary Wu Mei Shi Tai, one of the five elders of Shaolin, at this time and on this occasion.
He never expected that such a senior martial artist would take such a big risk for the sake of his disciples, break into the Guangzhou mansion at this moment, and take action against Shang Kexi.
General Wang wanted to monopolize the great achievements, but was killed by five masters. The palm movements under her monk's robe were quietly hidden, but Jiang Wen sensed the lightest and softest martial arts from a simple gesture.
It stands to reason that only by relying on such martial arts, the five masters could approach General Wang without anyone noticing, cut off his square-inch spiritual platform with a secret palm, and cut off his big head with a whisk.
His kung fu skills, which combine softness with strength, are already better than those of Feng Daduo, who also used a fly whisk in front of Jiang Wen.
The legendary Five Elders of Southern Shaolin are not only elders in age, but also represent that they are the five people with the most superb martial arts in Southern Shaolin.
But among the turbulent rumors in the world, these five people seem to be well-known in some unique way. After all, even "oldness" has different expressions in the world.
For example, Feng Daode's "old" is Lao Cheng. As the last disciple of Xing Yin's Zen poems, he has the means and power. He succeeds as the head of Wudang with the identity of a Shaolin traitor but is able to integrate the overall situation. The means and forbearance are unimaginable.
It is difficult to understand for people in the world who claim that their lives are short and their ambitions are everlasting. However, Feng Daode was able to sit down as steady as a mountain, just like his martial arts, he was upright and steady, neither slow nor slow.
Although Jiang Wen had not seen the other few people with his own eyes, he had heard a little about it from others. For example, Taoist Baimei's "old" was ruthless. Even if his martial arts were at the highest level, he had never been proud of his status as a master. He killed people and silenced them.
For him, it was as easy as eating and drinking. It was not until he suddenly lived in seclusion deep in Mount Emei that the rumors of murders in the world subsided.
Miao Xian's "old" is well-informed. As a martial arts master, he has long been through the ups and downs in the world, and he is also familiar with many unknown rumors in the martial arts world. In Southern Shaolin, he is like a buried statue.
Submerged in the dust and covered with cobwebs, the stone Buddha in the side hall quietly witnesses every strand of moss between the bricks of Southern Shaolin.
Zen Master Zhishan's "oldness" is persistence. Now he has transformed into the essence of Southern Shaolin. No matter how precarious Southern Shaolin is and its future is declining, it seems that as long as Zen Master Zhishan stands there, Southern Shaolin's Thousands of Treasures Palace and Ten Thousand Zen Forests will be there.
It will emerge from the soil on its own and take root in this land that no one has ever set foot on.
These "old" looks were too far away. Jiang Wen originally had doubts, but it wasn't until Jiang Wen saw the five masters today that he realized that not all the five elders of Southern Shaolin were old, at least she didn't look the same.
He is not considered old, and his movements are swift and sharp.
The five masters still have skills that are not inferior to those of young people, but her voice is too decadent and cold, with a unique quality that has been tempered by time, just like the lamp oil burned out in front of the Buddhist hall after last night's rituals were dispersed.
, there are still hanging candlesticks stained with cold frost when the dust is exposed. Just one glance can make the extremely tired little novice who has just entered the temple feel chilly.
"I have admired the name of Wuyi Master for a long time. Wuyi Sect Jiang Wen met his senior today."
Jiang Wen greeted him respectfully, pointing out that the other party was willing to take risks. Even if the other party did not talk to him, the other party still deserved Jiang Wen's respect at this time. But what Jiang Wen was more curious about was the reason why she came here.
Is it just for the sake of the two apprentices, or is it because he wants to search for the remaining traces of Southern Shaolin like himself?
At this time, many people were looking here, with all kinds of indescribable meanings in their eyes, but the cold nun only looked at Yuan Ziyi in the field.
Apparently some of the martial arts heroes also discovered this place.
I saw that the swordsman with a golden face seemed to be in a daze, but the others remained confused and didn't know what the people here were talking about. Yuan Ziyi was stunned at first, and then turned pale.
, looked here with trembling eyes in despair, and finally looked at Jiang Wen secretly as if helplessly asking for help.
The fifth master still didn't speak, but one could tell at a glance why she came here - disciple, follow my master.
Walk?
How to go?
What to take away?
At this time, the voice of armored soldiers was approaching, and a feeling of despair and helplessness gradually spread. The old nun seemed not to understand the situation at this time, or perhaps did not care about the crisis at hand. There was nothing in the whole world.
Only the lonely apprentice was left in front of her.
Jiang Wen didn't know why Yuan Ziyi was so afraid of her master. Even the army's invasion could not change her fear, but he probably guessed the reason why Yuan Ziyi walked down the mountain this time. I'm afraid it was not as simple as she said.
Dark clouds were pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it. The sky was covered by layers of extremely dark and ominous dark clouds. The ground was besieged by countless elite soldiers of the Prince of Pingnan who were waiting in formation, lined up with swords and spears.
A total of three thousand elite soldiers, this is a gratifying reliance and confidence, and it is also the capital that he is proud of. Although the scale of three thousand people is nothing, these three thousand soldiers have the same loyalty and cold-bloodedness, and they are only loyal to Pingnan.
Wang Shang is a happy person, and it is also the core of his power that he has poured out with countless blood and wealth. The bow is strung, the sword is exerting force, the anxious horse, and the cold eyes, even if the wind at this time is still blowing from the depths of the sea and the sky to the south gate.
As it blew, people in front of me could smell the thick rusty smell of blood against the wind.
"Hurry up and catch us!"
The people in the martial arts world had just killed the remaining soldiers, and only heard the cry of killing. More elite soldiers were slowly advancing around the two ends of Shenzhupu. The evil waves in the South China Sea were also rolling in, and they surrounded the people in the martial arts world from all sides.
people.
Sweat dripped from the foreheads of the martial arts heroes, and the sound of shallow and violent breathing rose and fell. The scene seemed to be at a deadlock, except for Jiang Wen and the nun on the hilltop. They were like deliberately forgotten chess pieces on the chessboard, and they didn't know.
Is this a good thing or a bad thing.
The atmosphere was depressing to the extreme. Shang Kexi, who was wearing an armored robe, finally appeared on the stage. He was riding on a black cloud war horse with extraordinary steeds and said to the martial arts people who were forced to a dead end.
"Today, I can give you a way to survive."
At this time, there was no arrogance, no contempt in his tone, and there was no resentment that was too strong to be resolved before, because not only he knew, but everyone present also knew that this battle was over, and only by throwing away everything
Only those who are still alive now and in the future are qualified to talk about victory or defeat.
And Shang Kexi happens to be such a person.
Chen Jialuo stood up reluctantly, and several heads of the Red Flower Club who came to join him were also guarding him, but they were all bruised and exhausted. At this time, the target was within a hundred steps, and not only could his voice be heard clearly, but also his voice could be heard clearly.
The swaying helmets and tassels were clearly visible, but they no longer had the strength to take even one step forward.
Shang Kexi stood at a high place and reined in his horse, looking down. The golden python fire beads, cloud patterns, river cliffs and other patterns on his armor were about to fly, and he finally slowly stated the conditions.
"Today, those whose hands are not stained with the blood of my Prince Pingnan and who have not participated in the conspiracy can leave. I will let this be done. The remaining people will be captured immediately and can survive. Anyone who disobeys the order and resists should be cut into pieces by a thousand knives."
Punishment!"
After these words were spoken, no one among the martial arts heroes took action. Among the people who can persist until now, who is not determined to make Shang Kexi an enemy, and who has no reason behind doing anything? What Shang Kexi said is tantamount to naked
The humiliation forced them to choose whether to live in a shameless way from now on, or stay where they were and wait to die.
An old man stood out from among the martial arts heroes, holding a stick and swearing in a deep voice.
"You can't kill a scholar. I didn't expect to see Shang Laogou. You barking like a beast here are just a good show!"
Shang Kexi, who was stabbed in the face, was not angry. Instead, he looked thoughtful. For some reason, he watched the lean old man sink into deep thought for a long time before he spoke.
"Ten months ago, a secret letter was sent to Wu Liuqi, which was filled with treacherous and treacherous words. After Wu Zongbing transcribed it, he presented one copy to the court and one copy to the king. As early as that time,
, I have already foreseen the strangeness in it. Therefore, the current plan is just that you are just throwing yourself into a trap, so what is the difficulty if I really want to kill you?"
Shang Kexi said calmly, but his eyes became more and more fierce, "Now that the matter has come to this, I don't need to hide it. As long as you dare to set foot in Guangzhou City, you will not be able to break this city out of my palm."
This is my king’s fiefdom and my foundation, no one can hide anything here!”
The old man snorted coldly and glared angrily while holding the iron rod in his arms. Shang Kexi suddenly laughed out loud and revealed a shocking news.
"Hao Yaoqi, I admired that you were famous for your bravery and daring in battle, and you have been loyal for many years, but I didn't expect that you would change your appearance and disguise yourself in Bazhong, and recruit boatmen to establish some sort of 'Qingqi Gang'."
There were bursts of exclamations from the crowd. Not only was the name Hao Yaoqi not unfamiliar to them, but it was surprisingly familiar. It can be said that there was no such figure in the world twenty years ago, but twenty years ago
The person who disrupts the general trend of the world is definitely this person!
Hao Waoqizhe was born in Shangqiu. In his early years, he was the flag bearer of King Chuang, and later the leader of the Shun Army in Western Hubei. After Li Zicheng's defeat, the old camp was named "Loyalty Camp" and continued to fight against the Qing Dynasty. When the Yongli regime was extremely critical, he served as the leader of the Shun Army in Western Hubei.
The "Zhongzhen Camp" rushed to the rescue, and Zhu Youlang conferred the title of Marquis of Nan'an on Hao Yaoqi. Later, Dashun King Li Lai ordered the "Zhongzhen Camp" to withdraw from Xiangxi to the north to the junction of Hubei, Sichuan and Shaanxi. Hao Yaoqi then moved to
Fang County guards the Yunxi Mountain area.
The last news about Hao Yaoqi is that two years ago, Li Laixiang divided the "Zhongzhen Camp" into nine. Hao Yaoqi and three other people each led three battalions to guard western Hubei, eastern Sichuan, and southern Shaanxi to cultivate and fight for self-sufficiency.
.A few months later, Li Laixiang organized the rebel army into four battalions and placed Wang Xingguang's troops under Hao Yaoqi's command. Therefore, this man was not just a prince but also a general. Could he really be so humble as Shang Kexi expected?
Are you talking about assassination here?
The old man looked solemn, looking at the bruised Iron Tower Yang Chengxie beside him and sighed: "Since I waved the flag and charged into battle, has there ever been a day when I didn't put my head on my belt? Even if things don't go well today, I have no regrets. It's just a pity for my subordinate Lang Ben.
Blood should be spilled on the battlefield, but now I have to die in the hands of a rat like you!"
Hao Yaoqi no longer concealed his identity. His body, which had aged prematurely due to years of fighting, was full of scars. He faced Shang Kexiyuan, as if time had returned to the fateful battle in front of Shanhaiguan.
"What? You call yourself heroes, but you even have to hide your identity from each other?"
Shang Kexi's mind was flooded with past memories, and he also recalled his shock when Wu Liuqi secretly reported the news. However, he still pretended not to care and said: "There are indeed some heroes among the intruders. No wonder they fought repeatedly in the Qian Ming Dynasty to suppress rebellion.
If you are defeated repeatedly, no matter what civil servants or generals you send, you will inevitably die in front of the battle."
Jiang Wen frowned slightly, why did the assassination of martial arts people suddenly turn into a political duel? Others may not know it at this time, but Jiang Wen knew very well that the person behind the Red Flower Society was Zheng Chenggong, who was obviously also a political force.
In other words, today's matter also involves the duel between Li Chuangyu's party, Nanming Yongli, Nanming Zheng family, the Qing court, and Pingnan Palace?
No wonder the two Ouchi guards have been claiming that they are here to arrest the rebels. It turns out that the rebels are really by my side?
Jiang Wen was worried that the night would be long and the dream would be too much. If something happened again, he might turn out to be "the rebel is me", so he quickly took out his amulet and said to Shang Kexi: "Prince Pingnan, don't forget what you promised me before."
, we still have urgent matters, and we can’t afford to delay today.”
The so-called thing is that you can take people away. This does not need to be explained clearly.
Shang Ke looked coldly with a happy eyebrow, raised his riding whip and pointed it in the distance. Jiang Wen quickly broke into the crowd, pulled out Luo Shuang'er and Yuan Ziyi, who was silent, and pulled them to him. He whispered beside him: "You guys go and talk to Lei quickly."
Tigers unite, don’t get involved in the head-losing thing here.”
Jiang Wen waited until the three apprentices and Wen Yuqin arrived at this time, and hurriedly urged them to leave first, but found that Shang Kexi was also looking here.
"Master Jiang, I only allow you to take away the Luo family and innocent people, but the person who just killed my general must stay."
Jiang Wen frowned and turned to look at the expressionless 5th Master Tai. He found that only Yuan Ziyi's face flashed with regret and regret, while the 5th Master Tai himself had no expression and had no intention of following him at this time.
When Jiang heard that he was leaving, he had no intention of standing by as per Shang Kexi's wishes. He just stood there minding his own business.
Just like that, Yuan Ziyi gritted his teeth and turned around, following his master.
"I won't leave until Master leaves."
Jiang Wen was a little hesitant. According to common sense, with the martial arts level of the five masters, it should not be a problem to break out of the siege in the chaos, but it is hard to say with Yuan Ziyi, who is a dragster. If he cares, he may be plotted.
The fifth master looked at Yuan Ziyi coldly.
"Follow him, I still have things to deal with as a teacher."
Jiang Wen noticed that the Fifth Master unexpectedly glanced at Luo Shuang'er while she was speaking, as if she was expressing something. Just such a sentence seemed to have taken away Yuan Ziyi's last courage, and he didn't even have a chance to refute.
Then he turned back three times and walked away.
"Miss Yuan, you need to leave the dangerous place first before you can help your master. No one else can leave if we delay this."
As soon as Yuan Ziyi was settled, Wen Yuqin, who had been hurrying along the way, suddenly sat down on the ground and refused to leave.
"My hero, I don't have the strength to run away anymore. I was born here and grew up here, and the Gengyin calamity has not yet escaped, so why should I avoid it today?"
Jiang Wen could hear the evasion in Wen Yuqin's words. He and Wen Yuqin looked at each other, and instantly realized that the firmness in the other's expression could not be changed, and he also had his own opinions in his heart. He seemed to be just like the five masters,
With the consciousness of hearing about it day by day and dying by night, I must stay in this place of right and wrong no matter what today.
"Master, are we still leaving?"
Several disciples suddenly hesitated, and Jiang Wenze replied helplessly.
"Aren't you going to stay and wait to die? Thunder Tiger, tell me where your ship is quickly?"
Jiang Wen suddenly got angry for some reason and came to Lei Laohu angrily. He immediately grabbed the collar of Lei Laohu who had just come ashore and put on his clothes. "Master Dao ran out today because of his reputation in the world. Don't be ridiculous."
Sajia.”
Seeing Jiang Wen's appearance, Lei Hu, who looked surprised and delighted, quickly pointed at the figure looming on Shenzhu Pond, a piece of dark, dirty rotten wood, and said: "Absolutely no problem! As long as this old dragon is here, we will run
It’s not difficult to get to Java!”
"What old dragon? Don't buy some weird things, otherwise something bad will happen..."
Jiang heard that he was doubtful, but he saw the housekeeper of Lei Mansion lying in the water, struggling to move the wooden piles fixed at the bottom of the water, and clearing the floating algae on the water. As the green floating algae was broken by something, he saw streams of sewage emerging from the bottom, and then
The old housekeeper used the ingenuity of the tide to break into the river, and finally lifted up a piece of rotten wood and pushed it to the mouth of the river.
"Master Jiang, the imperial court previously collected all the boats in the surrounding area, even the fishing sampans. Fortunately, I had anticipated that such a day would come and bought this old dragon in advance!"
Lei Hu said proudly as he went to help the housekeeper drag it. Jiang Wen also gradually discovered that what floated up in the water was not a piece of rotten wood, but an old long boat. The color of the wood on the boat had turned dark due to age.
It is as heavy as ink, but the wooden texture is as delicate as jade. The shipboards on both sides that are often rubbed by people are as shiny as inkstones, showing the unique warmth and moistness after the precipitation of time.
Such a simple dragon boat has a lifelike old dragon head carved on the bow. It looks up at the sky with eyes full of energy. Once washed by water, it rises and falls in the waves, as if it is about to come to life.
"This old dragon was passed down from the seventh year of Xuande. It is made of Pontianak wood and is twelve feet long. Once it enters the water, it can ride the wind and waves!"
Only then did Jiang Wen realize that Lei Hu had taken advantage of a loophole in the Qing court's order.
The imperial navy wanted to recruit ships that could be used in water battles, and the Pingnan Palace sealed the ships to close the possibility of waterway access. However, this dragon boat was not close to each other on both sides, and because it would be wrapped after the Dragon Boat Festival race
It sank to the bottom of the water and was properly preserved, so no one noticed its existence.
What is even more impressive is that its age shows that this dragon boat can already be regarded as a cultural relic. It must be known that it has been nearly two hundred and thirty years since the seventh year of Xuande. Jiang Wen did not expect that he would have to rely on such an old thing to escape danger today.
, and I didn’t expect that in addition to thousands of identities, I would now have to appear as a dragon boat athlete.
"Headmaster Jiang, you are still lingering on leaving even though you are alive. Could it be that your Jingnan Palace wants to interfere in my affairs?"
Pingnan Palace had already turned a blind eye to Jiang Wen's actions, but at this time Jiang Wen had only lingered for a moment, and Shang Kexi's strange voice had already come.
"Leave now, Your Majesty won't send me away."
Jiang Wen, who was being ridiculed in public, turned around and left without any grudge. He looked as comfortable as if he was invited to leave after being presented with a generous gift by an eight-carriage sedan chair.
The moment he turned around, Jiang Wen heard the laughter coming from the martial arts heroes at those who were greedy for life and afraid of death. He also knew that his reputation in the world might not be much better in the future, but he also knew that Shang Ke would be happy to meet him.
He behaved in such a petty manner because he was reluctant to part with his plan to conquer Tiannan forever, and he also wanted to use his words to anger Jiang Wen and hold him back until everything was completed.
This shows that time is running out to suppress the Jiaogui.
Thinking of this, Jiang Wen suddenly felt a sense of sadness. He suddenly thought of Luo Yuantong, who had silently endured the reputation of being a hawk and dog's claws for ten years. Trapped in this city of Guangzhou, it seemed that as long as he was a rhinoceros wielder, no matter whether he was good or evil,
He cannot escape the fate of being misunderstood and speculated by others, and being far away from the world of ordinary people.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Get on the boat and go to the Nanhai Ancient Temple."
Jiang Wen urged several people to get on the boat quickly, and by the way, Yan Yongchun, who was unconscious due to injuries, was also moved onto the dragon boat. However, the people on the boat were obviously still thinking about the people on Shenzhupu. At this time, they kept looking back at the beach, looking very worried.
Fu Ningdie pulled the sleeve of Jiang Wen who was rowing seriously and asked: "Master, will Mr. Wen be okay? Can we... still see him?"
Fu Ningdie never dared to mention the word "death" from beginning to end, while Jiang Wen was silent for a moment and never looked back.
"Silly disciple, people in this world will meet each other if they are destined. If you think that your meeting is fate, then naturally other people's encounters are also fate. There will always be a result of fate."
Jiang Wen, who had used a bunch of convoluted words to frustrate Ningdie and secretly persuaded Yuan Ziyi, was rowing hard when he found that Lei Hu and the old housekeeper were also silent with serious expressions on their faces.
"What? You two are also infected by the spirit of heroism, and you feel it is shameful to run for your life?"
When Jiang Wen heard this, he was very curious. Why were these two guys who were trying to escape so solemnly, as if they were being forced to climb up a mountain? Could it be that they also wanted to show off their blood and act as heroes?
"Master Jiang, you misunderstood. It was only after the housekeeper reminded me just now that I remembered something."
Lei Huo shook his head quietly and honestly, showing a timid expression, and then lowered his voice and said, "I remember when I bought this old dragon, the other party once said that women must not touch the dragon boat, otherwise Not to mention Emperor Huaguang’s magical blessing, he would still encounter various accidents on the water..."
The sky at this time was even gloomier, and it was clearly approaching dawn, but the sea and the sky were still entangled with endless black air, spiraling from the deep sea and flying high into the sky, like thousands of black dragons coming out of the abyss, sucking in the water of the river and sea, waiting to do their bidding. At that time, the confrontation on Shen Zhupu was reflected.
"I don't have a chance to think too much. Today, Master Dao, I have to swim to the Nanhai Ancient Temple even if I swim!"
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The routine before the end was painful_(′?`‖∠)_
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Department, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment just changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to clean away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.