Chapter 865: Gray Night and White Banners (Part 2)
In the land of Jin, undulating mountains and valleys spread one after another. It was already night, and the sky above the hills was filled with stars. Next to the big rocks on the hills, a bonfire was burning, and the mountain rats stuck on the firewood branches were being burned by the flames.
Grill the meat to bring out the aroma.
In the small iron pot on the side, the broth with some rat meat was already cooked. Two very different figures, one large and one small, were sitting next to the fire. The small figure broke a bowl of dried meat into pieces.
Pour the hard steamed buns into the soup pot.
After a while, the broken steamed buns were split open. The little figure cut the rat meat with a knife, poured two bowls of broth in which the steamed buns were soaked, and brought a large bowl of broth and a relatively large half of rat meat to them.
A figure as fat as Maitreya appeared.
"Master, it's time to eat."
"Hmm." The mountain-like figure nodded, took the soup bowl, and then placed the mouse meat in front of the child. "The old man said that if you are poor in culture and rich in martial arts, you must practice martial arts and your family must be rich, otherwise you will have to use martial arts."
There is no strength in punching. When you are growing, you should eat more meat."
"But...Master also needs to be strong. Master is so fat..."
"When the master left, he ate alone."
"Eating alone..."
"I left secretly during the day and ate a lot of food where you couldn't see me. You don't know these things."
The fat figure picked up the soup bowl and took a sip while talking. The child next to him was obviously confused. He held the bowl and said, "...Master lied to me, right?"
"Do you think Master won't eat behind your back?"
"Well……"
Although the child was still young, he had been weathered for a long time, and his face had many wind-cut wounds and even crusted skin. He could not show much blush at this time, and the fat figure patted his head.
"Over the past few days, although you have made some progress against the enemy, you are still too soft-hearted. The children you rescued the day before yesterday were obviously trying to trick you into eating, and you happily found food for them.
Yes, later they wanted to recognize you as their leader, but they just wanted to rely on you to support them. Later, when you said you wanted to leave, they secretly planned to steal your things. If the teacher hadn't come over in the middle of the night, they might have knocked them with stones.
Your head...you are too kind, and you will suffer in the end."
"...But Master is not them."
The child muttered something under his breath.
"What's the difference between my master and them? Ping An, do you think that my master is so fat? Could it be that he eats dirt? The world is in chaos, and it will become even more chaotic next time. When we can't hold on any longer, let alone master and disciple."
, even father and son may want to eat each other. In the past year, you have seen all kinds of things. As a teacher, I will not eat you, but from now on, don’t be naive when you meet anyone. First
Treat people's hearts as bad, otherwise you will suffer big losses."
"Well."
The child blocked his mouth with a soup bowl and slurped down his food. There was a slight grievance on his face, but after walking in the purgatory of Jindi for the past one or two years, such grievances were nothing.
After eating, the master and apprentice walked in circles around the big rocks on the hill. As they walked, they started boxing. It seemed soothing at first. After the warm-up, the boxing frames gradually opened up and the fists on their hands became more intense.
It became dangerous. The huge figure's hands were like millstones, and its feet were like plows. As it moved, its figure was like a dangerous vortex. In the middle, the idea of turning Tai Chi's force was incorporated, and what the fat figure had learned in his life,
It is already the best kung fu in the world.
Although the children at the back do not have such power when advancing, the boxing in their hands is like stirring the water of the river. It seems slow but is fast, seems slow but is heavy. Their movements are like that of a famous teacher and a disciple. The foundation of internal skills is to
Using the exercises to fine-tune the direction of Qi and blood throughout the body is most critical before the age of ten. The foundation for the child in front of you is actually almost completed. In the future, when you are a teenager and young and strong, you will dominate the world with martial arts skills. There will not be too many problems.
.
But the fat figure named Lin Zongwu's hope for the child was not just to dominate the world. After the boxing routine, there was actual combat. The child rushed towards the fat master with a long knife. Under Lin Zongwu's
With constant corrections and provocations, the killing became more and more powerful.
"I've been teaching you for so long? It's just this little martial arts—"
"Think about how the Three Slaughters of Jiangbei humiliated you in April! They killed the people you wanted to save, and then forced you to eat shit! I am right next to you, but I am too lazy to help -"
"My teacher is not a good person! If you really have nothing to eat, you will have to be stuffed between your teeth by me, and I will use the knife to draw the knife... This knife is not bad. Look, you are aiming for my teacher's neck...
"
"You're not a good person either—"
The shouts and tricks gradually aroused anger. The child named Ping An has killed many people in the past two years, some of them were forced to do so, and some of them were deliberately killed. Once the real fire came out, his eyes were also red.
Filled with rage, he shouted and charged at the master in front of him, his swords and knives aimed at the opponent's vital points.
Lin Zongwu laughed loudly: "That's right! You don't have to hold back in a life-and-death fight! Think about the anger in your heart! Think about the bastards you see! I have told you a long time ago that my kung fu is driven by seven emotions and six desires.
, the stronger the desire, the more powerful the kung fu will be! Come on, come on, everyone is filthy! Everyone can be killed! Only when the fire of King Ming's karma is burned out of the world can we get a pure land——"
The strong wind roared, and there was too much distance between Lin Zongwu and his disciple. No matter how angry Ping An was, he would naturally not be able to harm him. After the two moves were completed, the child was panting and almost exhausted. Lin Zongwu asked him to sit down and then
He used Manichaeism's "Sutra of the Coming of the Ming King" to help him stabilize his mind. After a while, the child sat cross-legged and rested in meditation. Lin Zongwu was also beside him, resting cross-legged.
As the night grew darker under the stars, a snake came swiftly from the side. Lin Zongwu squeezed it to death silently and put it aside. After midnight, the huge figure suddenly stood up and silently
Go to the distance.
Wang Nanda rode his horse to the agreed halfway point on the mountainside, and saw Lin Zongwu's figure slowly appearing on the rocky hillside. Without making much movement, he came down like a flowing cloud.
"Congratulations, senior brother. Long time no see. Your martial arts have improved again."
Lin Zongwu's eyes swept over Wang Nanda, and then he just smiled: "As people get older, they have old ways of playing, and they can't talk about being diligent. However, when I teach my children recently, I see that he is young and weak, so I put myself in his shoes.
, I have some insights, junior brother, you might as well give it a try."
"I'm getting old too, and my thoughts on picking up some things are a bit weak, so be it." Wang Nanda's long hair is half white. Since Lin Chong nearly stabbed his arm to death that night, his martial arts have become useless.
For the most part, I didn’t have much thought to pick it up again. Perhaps it was because I encountered the chaos in the world and realized that manpower was limited, so I became discouraged.
However, on the surface, as Lin Zongwu focused on his successor, Wang Nanda still took care of the superficial matters of the Great Guangming Sect in Jin. Every once in a while, the two would meet and communicate with each other.
none.
"Senior brother, are you already aware of the affairs of the Wu Dynasty?"
"Yes." Lin Zongwu nodded and sighed, "It was too late for Zhou Yong to abdicate. Jiangning is the place of death. I am afraid that the new king will also die for his country. The Wu Dynasty will be gone. The Jurchens will send their entire country's troops to the southwest.
The situation on Ning Motou's side is also difficult to cope with on his own. The entire Wu Dynasty will eventually lose everything."
Although he sighed, his words still seemed calm - some things really happened, and although it was a bit hard to accept, over the years, many clues have been revealed. After giving up Manichaeism and concentrating on teaching disciples, Lin Zongwu
In fact, I have been waiting for these days to arrive.
The world fell, and after struggling for a long time, everyone was finally unable to recover.
"Ning Motou's response to Xi Yin was quite tough."
"Ning Liheng... He responded to everyone's words very arrogantly. Even those who looked down on him had to admit that he was a hero of his generation by killing the king in the Golden Palace. It's a pity that the Wu Dynasty fell. When he was in
Xiaocanghe, facing millions of armies in the world, had to flee to the southwest and survive. Now that the world has been settled, and the Jurchens do not regard the Han people as human beings, there are more than two million standing troops in Jiangnan, plus the Jurchens
Drive and plunder, and fill in one million, three million, five million people to the southwest... or even 10 million people, I think they have nothing to regret..."
When he said this, he sighed: "You think, how can Southwest be able to hold on? This is no longer the Xiaocanghe period. If the whole world beats him, he will no longer have anywhere to hide."
Wang Nanda was silent for a moment and sighed: "...However, recently Lou has been mobilizing believers to fight back in Gaizhou. She said hello to me, and I came to discuss it with you, senior brother."
"The Mysterious Lady who came to the world..." Lin Zongwu nodded, "Let her go, the Wu Dynasty is almost over, and the Jurchens don't know when to turn back, and they will be destroyed by then. I think she is also anxious... It's useless.
Junior brother, I don’t understand military and government affairs, so it’s hard for you. You don’t have to stand up to her on this matter, let her handle it..."
The world was in chaos. Lin Zongwu tried several times to get something, but finally failed. At this time, he was disheartened, and Wang Nanda could completely see it. In fact, in the early years, Lin Zongwu wanted to join forces with Lou Shuwan to get something out of the fire.
, brought out a Mysterious Lady who came to the world, and soon the line of "Mysterious Lady Who Came to the World" and the line of "King Ming" in the Great Guangming Sect showed signs of competing with each other. At this time, Lou Shuwan was among the followers.
With the name Xuannv, she also has a female prime minister among the people, and has a reputation as a virtuous prime minister. Basically, all the Ming kings surrendered to Xuannv's command.
In today's land of Jin, Lin Zongwu refuses to allow it. Lou Shuwan wants to come by force. With the reputation of being the best master in the world, there is probably no way except for a wave of forcible assassinations. And even if Lou Shuwan wants to be assassinated,
, the Dragon King Shi Jin who was following the opponent was definitely not something Lin Zongwu could kill as he said.
The senior brother walked in the mountains for a while, and Wang Nanda asked: "How is the teaching of that nephew Ping'an recently?"
"He has talent and perseverance, but his character is far worse. The world is so dangerous today, and he trusts people too much."
"After all, he is still a child."
"Yes, it will get better gradually." Lin Zongwu smiled, "Besides, he has always wanted to go back to find his father."
"When I first rescued him, didn't he already go back to Wau Province to look for him?"
"After all, I haven't found it yet. I have recently started practicing martial arts and want to find it all the way back."
"There's a big chaos over there in Vaud..."
"That's why it's a good thing. When heaven is about to entrust this man with a great responsibility, he must first strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, and deplete his body...I won't stop him, and will follow him." Lin Zongwu stood on the mountainside,
Taking a breath, "Look at the stars in the sky now. In a few years, I'm afraid they will all be gone. By then... you and I may not be here either. There will be a new world and a new dynasty... only him."
They will survive in the new troubled times and live beautifully. As for those who are trying to be a chariot in front of the general trend of the world, they will eventually be slowly crushed by the general trend... Three hundred years of light, three hundred years of darkness, the Wu Dynasty will sit in the world.
It's been too long, it's time for this chaotic world to take its place..."
Wang Nanda was bitter and speechless.
Lin Zongwu sighed.
"In the past, there was the Anshi Rebellion, and there was the Five Husbands chaos in China... This Han people's troubled times may have just begun..."
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It was the same night in northwest Fuzhou, and the wind was blowing ominously across the wilderness.
The fire occasionally lit up, and screams and horses neighed. Under the night sky, Mongolian military flags and horse teams were sweeping across the land.
Located on the stone ridge on the north bank of the Yellow River, Fuzhou City, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack, is currently caught in spots of fire.
That night, the fighting was over, but the massacre was not over yet. In the Zhefu Square located at the height of Fuzhou, the soldiers of the direct line of the Zhe family’s Western Army flowed into rivers of blood. Their heads were built into Jingguan, and their bodies were stained with blood.
Zhe Keqiu was tied to a pillar in front of the square. Beside him, the heads of his family and children were scattered on the ground one by one.
Someone was laughing in the night wind: "...Zhe Ke, please have this day too! You betrayed the Wu Dynasty, you betrayed the Northwest! Unexpectedly, you also tasted this today -"
The mournful cries of the women of the Zhe family could still be heard not far away. The one who laughed at Zhe Keqiu was a middle-aged man in the square. He grabbed a human head on the ground and kicked Zhe Keqiu in the face.
Kicked up, Zhe Keqiu's mouth was filled with blood, and he struggled on the pillar while roaring, but of course it was of no avail.
"...Look at your little son's head! It's very good, haha - my son's head was cut off by the Jurchens like this! You traitor! Beast! Bastard! Now the Wu Dynasty is going to fall! You run away
No! You can't escape! Look at me! Do you want to kill me? Want to bite me to death? I feel exactly the same as you! You three-surnamed house slave, old beast——"
The middle-aged man's roar could be heard in the wind, and he was almost crazy with excitement.
Since the disgrace of Jingping, all the teachers died on the way to resist the Jin Dynasty. Zhou Yong succeeded to the throne and moved south, abandoning the Central Plains. The will of the family to resist the Jin Dynasty has never been strong. Later, Xiaocanghe
During the war, the Jurchens came fiercely, and the puppet Qi army also raised millions of troops, so the Zhejia family formally paid gold.
After the First World War in the Northwest was fought, the remaining forces of the Chinese army and the Northwest Zhong family left the northwest with some people. The Jurchens became angry and slaughtered the entire northwest into a white field.
The Jurchens lost two founding generals in the northwest. The Zhe family did not dare to touch this bad luck, so they concentrated their power on the original Lin, Fu, and Feng Sanzhou, just to protect themselves. When the people in the northwest were almost dead, another corpse plague broke out.
Even these three states were affected together. After that, the remaining people in the northwest fell under the banner of the Zhe family.
Some people are grateful that they are still alive in that catastrophe, and naturally there are also people who are resentful - and now that the Jurchens and the Chinese army have left, this resentment naturally falls on the Zhe family.
After several years of development in the northwest, there has always been secret resistance. However, after losing the legitimate name of the Wu Dynasty and shrinking when the northwest suffered a huge tragedy, the men in the northwest who have always been brave are actually not that convinced by Zhejia.
By the end of June this year, the mighty cavalry jumped out from the direction of Hengshan. Although the Western Army resisted, the enemy could only wander outside the city of Sanzhou. However, by September, someone finally contacted the invaders outside.
, cooperating with the opponent's offensive, launched in one go, and opened the gate of Fuzhou City.
The leader of the resistance force is a middle-aged man named Chen Shiqun. He was originally an official of the Wu Dynasty in the northwest. His family was massacred when the Jurchens raided the northwest. Later, his family surrendered. The resistance force he led was like a curse.
Following the other party, lingering, and at this moment, the curse finally broke out in front of Zhe Keqiu's eyes.
Zhe Keqiu struggled and roared loudly. He didn't know whether the sound he made was a roar or a miserable laugh. The two were still yelling and confronting each other. Suddenly, they heard a loud noise, followed by a boom, boom, boom, five in total.
There was a sound of shelling. On the edge of the square, someone lit a cannon and fired the shells towards the residential buildings in the city.
The wind was fierce and the explosions were loud. On the edge of the square, the conqueror could be seen opening his hands and enjoying the loud noise while laughing. His flag was fluttering in the night, and strange Mongolian language was heard.
"If you have such a weapon, you will lose. You all deserve to die!"