Volume 6 [The tiger is also strong when it goes to sea] NO.243 Worship of the warriors in the world
There are a total of 7,749 sects in Wudang Mountain, with more than a hundred names at least. Of course, the ones that have been passed down, there may only be 60 to 70 left at most on each mountain. Those who are still active today are either working as bodyguards or being deceivers.
There is no one who kidnaps and steals, or opens a health care hall or a civil and military school, or is a serious person who travels around the world.
There were also those who worked as hawks and dogs for the imperial court, including Swordsman Feitian. There were also the changing times of the past, and the reward for good and punishment for evil in the 1940s.
The name may sound pretentious, but in fact it is not the case. It is convenient for each sect to call them names or not. The name is their respective responsibilities. Among them, the sword team of the Chahar Anti-Japanese Allied Forces impressed Feng Yuxiang the most.
Whistle Puma, that is, "rewarding good and punishing evil". They can be regarded as weirdos who came out of Wudang Mountain. Their ancestors were actually from Nanyang Navy and Fujian Navy, and they worked for the last dynasty of the Manchu Qing government.
When Beiyang was the head of the family, he worked for Beiyang. Later, he couldn't bear the trouble and returned to Wudang Mountain. The people who stayed behind didn't have much culture. They had practiced good swordsmanship, and there was really nothing worth talking about.
But when it comes to working hard and passionately, there is one thing to say: man, it's pure.
At that time, there were really not many pure men who dared to fight the Japanese in North China. Otherwise, they would not cry out "North China is in danger".
Fortunately, God has mercy on us, and as the saying goes, China has survived. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, it was busy with construction, and the temples and Taoist temples everywhere declined. The "Good and Evil" Chunyang Sword that was popular in Wudang was lost.
The name sounds quite nonsense, and most of the stories are somewhat true or false, but when it comes to the background, Wudang is really not afraid of anyone.
It’s just that the few waves that are still hanging around today are just Swordsman Feitian and the others, and then they come out to walk. The only ones left are old guys like Shi Juexing, Zhuang Boyang, and the Seven Swordsmen of Wudang Mountain, like Zhou Wansong.
The police were so tight that they would be arrested and sent to jail at any time before they could escape.
No wonder here in Nanding City, even Guan Shan and Wu Xingyun cursed, these Taoist priests are just thieves.
"Uncle Shi, can you give me an errand?"
Zhou Wansong started yelling at the door of a "holy land" here. He said that this "holy land" was still full of miscellaneous things, such as Buddha bone relics, black pearls, a large emerald jasper plate from the Tujia... a bloody skull...
These are all "holy objects". More than a dozen religions from ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, gather here. Fortunately, these religions don't bother much. Just a bunch of old guys are still talking about it, and the young ones are all driven to the factory school.
He's already in the fields, so how can he have free time to pray with a bunch of old guys?
Some old Tu tribe leaders who were full and full of wealth even came here to donate money and make wishes. How sacred this place is. There are pagodas everywhere with different images.
A roll of belongings was all put into Shi Juexing's bag. Once it changed hands and was confiscated, it became the property of Myanmar's Salween Special Zone Development Committee. This is called one in, one out, giving you a place to vent.
Who really cares whether your prayers are cursing that Zhang Bi will die tomorrow?
When Zhou Wansong came here, he felt that he had come to the right place. This place was really suitable for him. Don’t be too happy living there waiting to die. Who can’t be a magic stick? What Shi Juexing can do, Zhou Wansong
Wan Song feels that he is actually not much different.
However, Shi Juexing knew very well how good this young nephew was. He smacked his lips and made it clear to Zhang Bi.
Zhang Bi then asked strangely: "Seven Swords?"
"Lao Yueyue's name is the Seven Swords of Wudang Mountain. He follows Sanqing Guanxue's Qi Yang. He has practiced the Hidden Sword. It is absolutely no problem to do some wet work. So, you let Wu Xingyun
Try his methods and you will know."
The old Taoist priest raised his eyes and eyebrows, feeling quite proud. He probably wanted to show off his origins in Wudang Mountain, but he forgot that he was just a Taoist priest on Funiu Mountain.
Wu Xingyun looked at him with raised eyebrows, glanced at Zhou Wansong, and snorted.
Zhang Bi also felt a little strange: Does Lao Laoyue have the term "Seven Swords of Wudang Mountain"? How come I haven't heard of it?
But when he thought about it again, he realized that these names were not that important. The point was that killing six people and running away was really arrogant. A group of policemen chased him for eight years before they found him.
There are clues and clues, but I never thought that as soon as I said I wanted to arrest him, he would come to Myanmar to hang out.
Let’s talk about a chivalrous person using force to break the ban.
In this era of martial arts, whoever wants to show off must be mentally prepared to be turned around.
Zhou Wansong is just a stupid fool, but he still has a good conscience, man, there's nothing to say.
It's not that Zhang Bi looks down on others, but he only has eyes for Zhou Wansong, but for those who practice martial arts, if their conscience is broken, they will have lived the previous years in vain. Martial arts and martial arts, the word "wu" in front of them is "wu".
, the word after it is Tao.
What's the difference between an ignorant martial arts practitioner and a biting mad dog?
"Try your hand?"
Zhang Bi glanced sideways and looked at Wu Xingyun. After learning about this, Mark also ran over, wiped a carbine, smiled and said: "Oh, I really want to try my hand, Wu Xingyun, you have to be merciful, one knife
It would be a pity to kill this kid."
Zhou Wansong glanced sideways at Mark who was speaking, and saw that he was holding a carbine in his hand, so he shut up and muttered in a low voice: "He has a gun, I can't shoot him."
When Shi Juexing saw that he was not following the path, he slapped him as usual: "You're an unlucky thing, you don't know how to speak human words."
Wu Xingyun sneered, took off his combat training uniform, and was only wearing a camouflage T-shirt. He slightly pushed the Haizuo head out of his waist by an inch, glanced at Zhou Wansong, and said, "If you can survive,
With my three tricks, you can make a living under me. We don’t raise lazy people here in the Salween Special Zone.”
Zhou Wansong looked at Wu Xingyun and asked in a low voice: "Is it okay to beat me however I want?"
Wu Xingyun ignored him and just held the scabbard. Before he took it out of the scabbard, he had already raised it to the top in one breath. His brows were solemn, and his condensed aura was becoming more and more brutal and murderous. This feeling was very frustrating.
People look sideways.
Guan Shan and Mark both glanced at him and judged in their hearts: This guy is really cruel.
Zhou Wansong seemed to turn a blind eye, his arms were hanging like this, and he walked slowly, as if he was a slow man. Others were urging him to walk faster, but he was not in a hurry, as if it would not matter if the sky fell.
However, when they saw the strange pace of his steps, Zhang Bi and Mark were both clear-sighted. They immediately knew that this guy was probably walking a light and fast way, or maybe... he was an assassin.
Wu Xingyun was calm and composed. With a click, his thumb pushed Haizuo's head out two inches, and his right hand pressed on the handle of the knife. With one move, he would kill.
It seemed that Zhou Wansong was really a fool and could be cut in half by Wu Xingyun at any time.
Next to a pagoda, there is not much space to perform. The space is not small, but it is also very narrow.
What's in the sleeves three feet away?
Everyone who knew this name cheered up. Mark even threw peanuts into his mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls, and finally praised: "It's quite interesting, Wu Xingyun, you need to use your palms to improve your eyesight."
Just as he finished speaking, there was a whooshing sound, two dinging sounds, and a swishing sound breaking through the air. The original rhythm of this guy's broken steps suddenly changed, as if a big drum turned a small sheepskin drum, and the drum beat bang bang bang bang, and the short step rhythm suddenly changed.
The moment he turned around, he took small steps continuously, and his forehead was facing an angle. Wu Xingyun could not draw his sword in time, and the sword grid was first blocked by a small sword. A bright small sword two inches in front of the door did not move at all.
It looks like a small snake, which really scares people.
"Amazing"
This body skill and method are really amazing. If it were an assassination, there would be very few people who could stop it.
Of course Wu Xingyun would not be convinced, and he backed away angrily, trying to pull out Haizuo's head.
Mark smacked his lips there: "Hey, hey, hey, Wu Xingyun, you are too unreasonable. Just that hand just now, you should be considered dead if it's close."
He was chewing peanuts, and Zhang Ben also smiled and said: "This guy is too high-spirited and is not convinced. But when it comes to fighting, this Zhou Wansong is not enough to watch, but this guy's body skills and methods are interesting, not
Anyone who knows him is probably very likely to be knocked down by one stab."
"If you touch it right, it's just a piece of trash."
Mark said disdainfully.
Zhang Ben said, "How many people can figure out his way accurately?"
"That's right. I think this kid can handle it. Let him kill Xi Danrui one day. What do you think?"
Zhang Ben's eyes lit up and he smiled: "Forget it, it would be better to just keep him by the side and use him whenever you want."
They were chatting and laughing here, while Wu Xingyun there was already trying to cut off the water with a knife.
"Go to hell——"
Qiang Qiang
The famous sword was about to be unsheathed, but at this scene, a white light flashed, and the bones of Zhou Wansong's body twisted like a silkworm baby, and both swords were chopped into the air. The two swords in his sleeves made a swishing sound.
With a bang, a sword flew out, followed by a buzzing sound and a crashing sound.
"Chain?" Mark was stunned.
"**This guy can do it"
There are not many people in the world who can play chain lock swords. This thing relies on practice making perfect, just like curling your tongue, curling a blade, and opening a bag. They are all learned through practice. No one can be born with cruel abilities.
"Wu Xingyun suffered the loss of being dumb."
Zhang Bi said.
Shi Jue
The sword in the sleeve came out of the sleeve tube, and immediately stuck the head of Wu Xingyun's sea head. It turned out that Zhou Wan Song had practiced the chain lock sword for eight years this time, and the stuck position was almost as accurate as Xiao Li's flying knife. Wu Xingyun
Dakai Dahe is a good sword, but it can't stand up to Zhou Wansong. God rewards those who work hard. This method really restrained this swordsman who drew his sword.
"It's a conflict."
Guan Shan also had to sigh and said.
Shi Juexing said proudly: "Although this kid is a bit stupid and has no brains in doing things, he is diligent and hard-working. This skill is definitely not something to brag about. How can he still be able to attract the eyes of the Dharma?"
"Old bastard, look at how beautiful you are. With a guy like this, it only takes me three seconds to knock him down with one punch. Let him try to stab me with a sword?"
Mark snorted with great disdain.
The old Taoist priest curled his lips: "Taoist priest, I am not as knowledgeable as you."
Isn’t it nonsense to say this to someone with extraordinary talents? Even if I am an old Taoist priest with two healthy hearts, I will still be more ruthless than you.
Of course, I kept saying this in my heart. If I really wanted to talk about this with Mark, the demon king, I would definitely bleed.
"I admit defeat"
Wu Xingyun was so angry that he sheathed the knife and stood there. He had never suffered such a loss when he made a big fuss in Japan. He was put in this situation by a fugitive. It was humiliating, humiliating and extremely humiliating.
Zhou Wansong put away the hidden sword, stood there and looked at him with a smile, and actually said: "I can't let you use the sword, it won't work."
Zhang Bi comforted Wu Xingyun and said: "This guy's attack is very sudden at close range. If you had been prepared, you wouldn't have suffered such a frustrating loss. It's a big mistake. But if you distanced yourself from the beginning, this guy would just
There is no point in abandoning the sword and admitting defeat."
He had very good eyesight and could see through Zhou Wansong's true identity at a glance. This stupid man from Tianxuan Star was stunned for a moment, his mouth flattened, but he didn't say anything after all.
Mark threw the carbine to the follower aside, and then said: "Can you use the gun?"
"I have used a pistol, but my marksmanship is not accurate."
Zhou Wansong said honestly.
Mark nodded and said to Zhang Bi: "Actually, it would be good to let him do some odd jobs."
"Wu Xingyun, let him practice his marksmanship with you for three months, and he will be good at everything by then. You also happen to have a right and left hand, so you can use them to your advantage."
Zhang Bi said to Wu Xingyun.
Before Wu Xingyun nodded in agreement, Zhou Wansong said unhappily: "You haven't asked me yet. I came to vote for my Uncle Shi..."
"Uncle Shi, I am also in charge of the food. He listens to me and you listen to him, so you have to listen to me."
Zhang Bi looked at Zhou Wansong and said seriously.
Zhou Wansong was stunned for a moment and nodded: "Okay, then I'll listen to you."
"In charge of food, I get five thousand yuan a month for expenses. You listen to me, now I will give you an errand, do you want to do it?"
Zhang Bi asked him.
Zhou Wansong nodded: "You tell me, I'll listen."
"With this brother for three months, you do what he says. For these three months, his words are my words. No problem."
Zhou Wansong glanced at Wu Xingyun, then nodded: "Okay, no problem."
"Okay, it's okay, let's go."
Zhang Ben said with a smile.
Wu Xingyun nodded and said to Zhou Wansong: "Follow me."
As soon as he walked out, Zhou Wansong turned around again and asked seriously: "Um...what, on what day of the month will the money be distributed? Where can I get the money?"
"Ask him if you have anything."
Zhang Bi smiled and pointed at Wu Xingyun, who looked awkward.
"Okay. I'm fine."
After that, he patted his butt, put the two hidden swords together, wrapped them under his armpits, and followed Wu Xingyun outside.
"This idiot is really fucking interesting."
Mark chewed peanuts, looked at Zhou Wansong walking away, and said seriously.
"Don't underestimate him, this guy is quite capable."
Zhang Bi looked at Mark and said.
Guan Shan also agreed: "I originally thought that the breathing method of Sanqing Temple was lost, but it seems that this person must have had some adventures. When I asked for help at Longhu Mountain, I heard that there were many masters walking in the rivers and lakes in the past.
, and later the crackdown was so severe that all the people returned to the mountains to stay. This person must have met some kind of master."
Several people looked at Shi Juexing, and the old Taoist priest shook his head: "Don't look at me, there are only a few belongings left in Wudang Mountain. This breathing method of Sanqing Temple really has nothing to do with the people of Wudang. It was exported to domestic sales and was passed on by outsiders."
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Shi Jue
But this risk is nothing compared to the breathing method of Sanqing Guan.
People die for money, let alone birds die for food. For Wudang Mountain, which is one of the most orthodox traditions in the world, it is a trivial matter.
But as soon as Guan Shan finished speaking, the old man Shi Juexing jumped up: "Wha...what? Are you actually from Longhu Mountain?"
"no."
Guan Shan shook his head and was too lazy to pay attention to him. This old god was very dirty and he was never liked by Guan Shan. The two of them were extremely uncooperative. Now they mentioned Longhu Mountain. Guan Shan would not say that he would go there when he wanted to save his wife.
After a trip to Longhu Mountain, Shi Juexing, an old Taoist priest, felt really uncomfortable when he heard this.
Fighting for orthodoxy, but in this day and age, fighting for this... might as well be fighting for two hundred yuan.
"By the way, Taoist Master. Having said that, I have something to ask you."
Zhang Ben's eyes lit up and he looked at Shi Juexing.
The old Taoist priest thought that this was definitely not a good thing, but he laughed and said, "Just say it."
"Since it is the Seven Swords of Wudang Mountain, where are the other six swords? I have met the four nephews of Hua Yingxiong, namely Swordsman Feitian. In terms of skill, they are far inferior to Zhou Wansong. Since Zhou Wansong is one of the Seven Swords of Wudang Mountain, where are they?
One of the swords, and the other six swords, must not be mediocre, so how about you trick them all into coming here."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mark squinted and said strangely: "Those people who can't survive in the world are the ones who settle down and hide in the Wudang Mountains. Look at this Zhou Wansong, didn't he just kill someone and run away to eat and drink?
It’s hard to guarantee that there won’t be some dirty ones among the remaining people.”
When Shi Juexing heard what he said was unpleasant, he jumped up and cursed: "You thieves, do you think that Wudang Mountain is the same as San Xuantang, your Yeluzi Sanxantang? Even if it is murder, it is a chivalrous act of justice, punishing evil and hoeing traitors. I will write a letter back to you."
...Oh no, call back and ask them to come over so that you can see it. Hmm, I'll take care of this..."
Shi Juexing patted his chest and walked away with a proud look on his face, obviously not intending to conspire with Mark.
After the old Taoist priest also walked away, Mark said: "This old man is very good at pretending to be a magic stick, but his temper has not made any progress."
Then he asked Zhang Bi: "You also want to use these people who may not have the right background?"
"You get what you pay for. The dirty work must be done by strong people who can handle it. Otherwise, you can't afford the loss."
What he said was clear, and Mark knew it too. He nodded and said, "What a good plan."