Yan Zhendong walked on the road in a daze, his legs walking faster and faster, knocking over countless things on the stone road, and leaving behind the curses of passers-by.
He practiced martial arts at the age of four and had forty years of experience in the iron cloth shirt. He didn't feel any pain on his body, but he always felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.
Since the last years of Chongzhen, there has been famine in Shandong, and military disasters have continued. Nine houses out of ten have been empty. Bandits have passed like combs, and soldiers have passed like grates. He only felt that life in his hometown was getting more and more difficult. Until one day, he went out twenty miles away and saw
There are stalls along the way.
It was an older woman who was crying while cooking.
Yan Zhendong asked a lot about why he was crying. He could hardly eat for several days. After thinking about it, he could only think of one thing:
A man should make a name for himself, but he can't keep his face and bully the villagers just to survive.
Yan Zhendong has been practicing martial arts in Zhuangzi for many years. He always thinks that he will become famous when he comes out, but he still can't let go of his wife, children and children at home.
Until that day, someone helped him completely give up.
So he chose to come to the south.
But he slowly discovered that even if he went to the south, his copper skin and iron bones could not stop his hunger, and his skillful skills could not buy him a full meal. Even the face he wanted to fight for could not be saved.
With the last few dozen pennies in his arms, his hands were burning. If it weren't for that child, he wouldn't even have food today. But what about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow? What about a hundred days and a thousand days later?
He left his hometown and was humble, no one supported him as a street performer, the martial arts school was ostracized due to its reputation, and the image of Jianghu he heard in his hometown was in pieces, and every fragment could penetrate into his heart. If this continues, the only way out for him would be to
This is the only way to carry bags at the pier.
He is not willing to give in!
Why have I accomplished nothing after practicing martial arts for so many years?
Why can people who steal fame be praised by all the stars?
Why can’t all the hard work be exchanged for a meal?
Why is there no place to stay anywhere?
"The court is handling the case, and everyone who is idle gets out of the way!"
Unknowingly, they had reached the official road. The large group of people raised dust all over the sky and made a deafening rumbling sound. It reminded Yan Zhendong of that afternoon in his hometown. He came back from the fields with the same sound, but he could no longer find his home.
…
"No one can drive me away!"
Yan Zhendong's answer stirred up dust on the ground, but the man stood motionless like an iron tower.
"Asshole! Looking for death!"
The saber came through the air.
Yan Zhendong regained consciousness, and the iron cloth shirt with forty years of skill was faster than his consciousness, blocking the powerful attack.
The subsequent punch was just right and natural.
You can't blame him, because this is a punch he has practiced countless times, with a correct angle and strong force.
The man on the horse didn't even react, he had already jumped into the air and fell off the horse. His internal organs seemed to have been crushed and stuffed into his stomach. After rolling twice, the only sound left was the continuous sound of vomiting blood.
Yan Zhendong stood facing the wind, squinting his eyes and saw the sun peeking out from behind the clouds. He let most of the Qing soldiers surround him. He raised his head and felt that everything was coming back.
Jianghu is also back.
…………
After coming out of Bailian Martial Arts Hall, Xiao Shitou was depressed all the way. Even Slowpoke expressed trouble, which is enough to show the extent of his troubles.
"Don't think about it. After eating the noodles, hurry back to Bai Lian Martial Arts School. I don't dare to be lazy anymore, otherwise your father, the only designated sponsor, will withdraw his capital overnight."
Jiang Wen finished the noodles in the bowl, not even the soup or water was left, and then said with unfinished content, "I just couldn't be bothered to buy these sports equipment in the mountains, so I got the VIP fitness annual pass from Master Luo. In fact, I used a wok.
Exercising and using a sandbag are pretty much the same. There’s really no way to communicate with laymen..."
Xiao Shitou didn't seem to hear anything, looking down at his rice bowl.
(._.`)
Jiang Wen patted his head, "Sometimes the state of the world may not be right, but if it is not as you imagined, there must be a reason behind it. You can read books, ask people, and think for yourself, but in the end you have to solve it
The question is not just why, but also the root cause."
Xiao Shitou listened in confusion, and then said: "Master, do you know? Can you tell me?"
Jiang Wen laughed: "I don't know. What's so fun about practicing martial arts? If it's like what you want to see, where the strong ones stand and the weak ones lie down, and it's clear what's right and what's wrong, how can there be so many grievances and grievances in the world?
Qiu? If you really don’t understand, you should learn to cook from me. As long as someone dares to say that your cooking tastes bad, you can use physical means to make him admit that it tastes good."
The sound of horse hoofbeats sounded in the distance, and Jiang Wen squinted his eyes and watched for a while, then sighed and said: "The world is like this. There are people who win hundreds of battles but lose their families and their lives, and there are people who lose many battles but have great wealth. Today.
Master Yan won the game, but lost the game. Playing in the gym is just for friendship, and it has always been like this. Those who really do it will naturally be easily defeated by others with morality. In this regard, Master Yan indeed lost."
Xiao Shitou thought for a moment: "It's always been like this... right?"
"...Brother Xun, how come you have traveled through time too?"
The head of Jiang University sighed, "Master, if I knew this, why would I need to hide on the top of Dawang Peak? Since you have joined my sect, just kneel in the mountains with me, master..."
Xiao Shitou looked about five or six years old, but was actually ten years old. He would be old enough to get married in a few years, but Jiang Wen always treated him as a child until he asked such a question.
Jiang Wen patted his head and suddenly said: "If you want to know why you should practice martial arts, I will teach you how to read another day. Today, the master will tell you a story."
Head Jiang Da cleared his throat, and the voice he was reading was so clear and transparent that even the shopkeepers nearby couldn't help but come over to listen.
"People in Jin Dynasty like to talk in plain talk, also known as wielding rhinoceros. They claim to know the mysterious light, but they don't know the details. Therefore, they put all these misfortunes, blessings, monsters and auspiciousness together and wrote them in the name of 'zhiguai'."
"In the final analysis, it was those scholars who thought of themselves very highly, claiming to be knowledgeable about heavenly principles and Taoist principles. They tried their best to investigate. But in the end, they only ate He Yan's Five Stone Powder and ran around drunk.
When I exhale, I can write a few random strokes, and then I am exhausted and have a good sleep in panic..."
""Yiyuan·Volume 7" says: When we went to Niuzhuji from Wenqiao in Jin Dynasty, we heard the sound of music at the bottom of the water. The depth of the water was unfathomable. It was rumored that there were many monsters under the water, so we burned rhinoceros horns and shined light on them. After a while, we saw the water tribe covered with fire and with strange shapes.
, or riding a carriage and wearing red clothes. That night, the dreamer said: "What do you mean by seeing you in the Youming Dao Pavilion?" Qiao is very evil, and he will die soon."
"As for He Yan, who was deeply involved in it and famous for his beautiful appearance, he was already deeply involved in it before he was killed by Sima Yi. At that time, He Yan's soul was not in the house, his blood was not beautiful, his essence was fresh and smokey, and his appearance was like a gaunt wood.
It's called Guiyou. It can be seen that he himself doesn't care about the consequences of taking Wushisan..."
Jiang Wen was silent for a moment after saying this.
There are people in the world who are born with knowledge, and there are those who know through learning, and there are also people like the Wei and Jin Dynasties who are entangled in some profound and ruthless knowledge because they explore things they are not supposed to know.
rabbit.
"Another one, in June of the second year of Tianxi in the former Song Dynasty, people in the capital rumored that the hat demon came from Xijing and entered people's homes to eat people. According to legend, it was frightening. People gathered together to sit around and made a lot of noise, especially in the military camp. The reason is as follows
If you are a traitor, you will be rewarded with an imperial edict, and people will be recruited to accuse you of being a monster."
"After being rewarded by the monks, the sorcerers Geng Gai, Zhang Gang and others ordered Lu Yijian, who lived in the living room, to go inside and escort Zhou Huaizheng to arrest him. He sat down and tasted it as an evil law and abandoned the market. Several people were sitting in the banquet. However, the rumors were not true.
At that time, from the south of the capital, everything was closed and deep. I knew that King Ying Tianfu had ordered the inner gate to be opened at night, and anyone who dared to speak out would be arrested, and the demons would not flourish."
"In the end, although they claimed to have found the culprit, such as the monk Tianshang, the warlock Geng Gai, Zhang Gang, etc., the incident still ended without an answer. There was no official explanation for it, as if the hat demon who feared the company's military camp was a
It’s a joke. But the martial arts people recruited by the six gates had 127 lives. They could only sum up the case with the sentence: "It’s the year of the year, and more than a hundred people were killed in an undisclosed brawl." Even Bao Zheng was sitting in Kaifeng Mansion.
, no one dared to order Zhan Zhao to re-investigate..."
The shopkeeper next to him was fascinated by what he heard and couldn't help but interjected: "Taoist priest, have you heard about Wuliting outside the city? Ten years ago there was a great famine and no one ran out. It has become a
It’s a ghost land. But even today, people often say that they see legless women in the pavilion, carrying dead babies, and begging for food from passers-by..."
"I've heard a little bit about it." Jiang Wen nodded.
The shopkeeper said while clearing the table: "These things are simply shocking. Dozens of people saw it before and after, but no one can tell the beginning and end. I don't know where this Taoist priest lives. If you hear stories next time, you might as well come here to have a bowl."
Let’s talk slowly.”
Jiang Wen cupped his hands and said, "I'll live ten miles away from here, Dawang Peak."
With a clang, the bowl in the shopkeeper's hand fell to the ground, and the noodle soup spilled all over the floor, but his eyes remained fixed on the other person, his pupils shrunk to black dots due to fear, and his clever tongue now couldn't even speak clearly.
Already.
"Jia... Jiahe Peak...that damn place..."
Jiang Wen sighed, put the meal money on the table, and left quietly with the small stone.
"Do you understand? The first thing to learn martial arts is to survive."