Chapter 54: Too many Confucian scholars lead to misunderstandings
There is a huge temperature difference between day and night on Dawang Peak. After autumn, the night wind becomes even more fierce, rolling along the stone walls of the mountain and making sounds from the firewood doors of the wooden houses.
Jiang Wen was so noisy that he couldn't sleep, so he put on his clothes and opened the door, planning to go to Tongtian Rock to take in the scenery and kill some time.
But as soon as the door opened, Jiang Wen found a short figure standing in the open space, staring at the vast galaxy without saying a word.
"Wen Ding, why don't you go to bed so late?"
Jiang Wen rubbed his eyes to recognize the other person and walked over slowly.
Hong Wending, who was concentrating on his horse stance, turned around and responded: "Yes, Master, you haven't slept either."
Jiang Wen opened his sleeves and brushed a stone clean, sat cross-legged and said lazily.
"The wind is a bit noisy today... It's a hard day on the mountain. Are you getting used to it these two days?"
"It's not hard. When I was with my father, life was even harder. I would often have to fight and run for my life until midnight. But here at least I can sleep peacefully until dawn."
Hong Wending strode into a horse stance, with sweat covering his forehead in the cold wind. He worked extra hard even if no one was supervising him.
This child has been wandering around the world since he was a child, and has not received any formal education. Sometimes he looks mature like an adult, and sometimes he is ignorant. He is simply a replica of his father Hong Xiguan. If he grows up like this, he will probably be a murderer.
The unblinking evil star.
"Then why don't you go to bed early?"
Jiang Wen asked with a smile, but still did not avoid the topic.
Hong Wending was wearing a thick cotton coat, wrapped up like a rice dumpling. He silently counted the time until it was almost time. He put his horse's posture back, took a deep breath, and sat down next to Jiang Wen.
"I've been feeling restless for the past two days since I went up the mountain. I used to stop my thoughts from wandering as soon as I hit the ground running, but today it doesn't help."
Jiang Wen looked at this apprentice happily and pointed out directly: "Miss your father, right? You two have always been dependent on each other, but now they are suddenly separated, it is natural that you are not used to it."
Hong Wending's little face was suddenly stunned, and he shook his head calmly: "My father has big things to do now, and he can't take me with him. I can't cause any more trouble for him."
Fighting in Jianghu does not rely on passion. The most important thing is to be rational and calm. Fight if you can, and run if you can't. Hong Xiguan himself is a standard Jianghu. But when he teaches children this, it always goes against the children's love for laughter.
A noisy nature.
In the three-level realm of looking at mountains, skipping the intermediate links in advance is not a shortcut.
"Wen Ding, listen to Master and tell you a few words."
Jiang Wen looked at the starry sky in the distance, where countless bright stars were swaying, "Don't regard reasonable things as rules that must be followed. Just because your father won't take you to Guangdong doesn't mean he can accept the separation. Besides,
Once he establishes a stable environment, he will come to pick you up."
"But what I want to say is, what do you think."
Jiang Wen stared at Hong Wending with a deep tone, but his serious look was like two adults having a conversation.
"…Myself?"
Hong Wending murmured to himself, his expression tangled again.
Jiang Wen nodded to him, said nothing, stood up and came to the center of Tongtian Rock, adopting an unconventional posture.
"Come, let's see if you can block a punch from me with twenty years of skill!"
Jiang Wen didn't give in. Taking advantage of Hong Wen Ding's uneasiness, he drew a semicircle with his left palm and hit his young apprentice.
Hong Wending's face was astonished, and his expression seemed to say, "I just became a disciple yesterday, and now you are going to punch me with a fist that has twenty years of skill, and you are asking me if I can stop you?"
Fortunately, Wen Ding's martial arts training is not low, and he can see that this is the way to come first. At this time, if he retreats in a guilty conscience, it will block his own way, so he steps forward with both feet and strikes in his arms.
Baoyue crashed into Jiang Wen.
In front of outsiders, Jiang Wen always used his internal palm to show off his movements, which were interlocking and continuous. Therefore, while bending his knees and pressing his elbows, he pushed Hong Wending away and attacked the flaw in his lower body with his left leg, preparing to strike.
trip him up.
But Hong Wending had already responded. He suddenly took a breath, stepped on Jiang Wen's sweeping leg, and flew directly up. Taking advantage of his flexibility and shortness, he passed over his head and went around behind him.
Among the two external martial arts mastered by Hong Wending, Hong Jiaquan is a hard bridge and a hard horse, and the kick cannot reach the knee. There is absolutely no such dangerous flying move, so this move must be derived from the shooting technique of the fatal choke gun.
"Your father, Hong Xiguan, is indeed a master disciple of Shaolin. He is able to combine various Shaolin stick techniques into one, but he also creatively creates the murderous and angry-eyed Vajra form out of compassion."
To put it in a cliché, this deadly choke-lock gun is a clever idea that understands the principle of "killing living beings to protect living beings, killing karma rather than killing people". He leaves no escape route, but only kills those who must be killed, just like in the Eight Suffering Hells
The Vajra Protector, who was covered in blood, still had compassion in his eyes.
"Master, be careful!"
Hearing Hong Wending's reminder, Jiang Wen turned around suddenly, intertwined his fingers into a strange shape, flicked his fingers out from halfway, and pointed with a slight chirping sound, just grazing Hong Wending's collar.
At this time, Wen Ding's straight punch was also ready to go, and the two of them did not give in.
But before Hong Wending's punch could hit him, Jiang Wen casually blocked and blocked him, and suddenly fell to the ground.
"Oh, you hurt me, don't let me worry about it!"
Originally, Hong Wending would also compete with his father, but he had never seen such a rogue move, which was not like a teacher at all. However, Hong Wending still took half a step back, closed his fist and saluted, without losing any courtesy.
"...Master, I lost."
"To be so ruthless in sparring at such a young age shows that your heart is still unsettled."
Jiang Wen shamelessly dusted himself off and stood up: "My sect has a martial art with criminal law as its core method. I will teach you some other time - if you don't study hard, I will be afraid that you will be blackmailed by witches for the rest of your life.
"
Hong Wending: "..."
"Wen Ding, tell Master why you learn martial arts?"
Hong Wending replied without hesitation: "In order to survive. My father told me that if you don't want to be bullied in this world, you must have the means to kill. I will not offend others unless they offend me."
Jiang Wen originally wanted to infect the other party with his chivalrous spirit, but found that Hong Wending's words were flawless. He shook his head and sighed: "It's the world that doesn't give good people a way out, forcing good people to become bad people. What's interesting is that only these good people have become bad people.
Bad people, the bad people in the world will be willing to be good people."
"Then the good people in this world just can't be good people?"
Hong Wending thought for a while and asked this question.
Jiang Wen thought for a while, pointed to the small room next to him and said, "Do you know Ningdie's identity?"
"have no idea."
"Like you, she is also an imperial prisoner. And she is the kind of imperial prisoner who has her whole family copied and executed, just because her father was ordered to revise the Ming Dynasty classics. When he was ordered to copy the bibliography, he wrote the first year of Shunzhi as the seventeenth year of Chongzhen."
Jiang Wen said calmly, "She is not a material for martial arts training. I rescued her because I wanted to save people, and I am a good person. She wanted to go back to her parents, but I didn't let her go, so I am a bad person. Her whole family
Qiu Hou is about to be executed, but I stand by and watch, then I am a great evil person."
Hong Wending scratched his head, as if he couldn't figure out the logic: "No, Master, you are a good person."
"Just because you can think this way doesn't mean that others can think the same way. Good or bad is a relative term. Your father supports the anti-Qing Dynasty and restoration of the Ming Dynasty, but he doesn't think that all means can be used during the anti-Qing Dynasty and restoration of the Ming Dynasty. I will do good things, and
It doesn’t mean I have to do all good things. What do you think?”
Hong Wending nodded solemnly.
"I understand Master, good and evil are all of the same mind. Wanting to be a good person does not mean that you have to do good deeds, and doing bad things does not mean that you are a bad person. If you want to be a good person, you must be more evil than the evil person - I will definitely not fight next time
Stay alive."
"Wen Ding, think about it again! Is this what I just taught you?"