Xiang Shaolong didn't want to use violence, so he had to run away with all his strength. Finally, he came to a dilapidated and remote earth temple, walked in dejectedly, hid in a corner and sat cross-legged.
What should I do? If I don't go back to Mulberry Village to find the beautiful Canniang, I will end up in the valley forever. Thinking of this makes the hero short of breath.
Suddenly, there was an extra person in the temple.
Xiang Shaolong looked at him in shock. It turned out to be a middle-aged man in linen clothes with bare feet. No wonder he couldn't hear the footsteps.
The man was tall, almost as tall as him, with a simple appearance, a calm expression, and a pair of sparkling eyes. Apart from the scarf, he had no accessories on his body, and he looked a bit like an ascetic monk.
The two looked at each other.
The man leisurely came to Xiang Shaolong, knelt down and said, "Where does this brother come from?"
Xiang Shaolong didn't know what the other party's intentions were, so he responded: "I went to Handan to visit relatives, and got lost, so I came here. If you would tell me how to get to Handan, I would be very grateful." At this time, I would like to thank you.
His tone of voice and speech have already acquired 70% to 80% of the dialect and conversation style of that time.
The man smiled slightly and said, "I'm not an old man. I just saw that you are tall and tall, and that even though you are here, you still have unyielding arrogance in your eyes, that's why I asked you. Tell me, what talents do you have?"
Xiang Shaolong cursed in his heart, but in order to find out the way to Handan, he swallowed his anger and said: "I don't know anything, I only have the strength of an ox, and I'm not afraid of doing rough work or fighting."
The man smiled and said, "Do you know how to use a sword?"
Xiang Shaolong nodded of course.
The man said calmly: "Follow me." He pushed open the back door of the mountain temple and disappeared behind it.
Xiang Shaolong had nowhere to stay, so he chased him in. There was a cave inside, a deserted backyard, surrounded by high walls, with a small dried up pond in the middle, and a small stone house at the other end.
The man came out of the house holding a pair of wooden swords and threw one to Xiang Shaolong.
Xiang Shaolong was shocked when he took the sword. It was several times heavier than the previous sword. The wood was dark black and he didn't know what kind of wood it was made of.
The man saw his surprise and said: "This is an epee made of thousand-year-old pomegranate wood. It can be used to attack my two swords."
Xiang Shaolong danced with his sword twice, shook his head and said, "No, I'm afraid I'll hurt you."
The man's eyes showed admiration and he said with a smile: "If your sword can touch my clothes, I will immediately provide you with a detailed map of the terrain to Handan and Panchuan clothes."
Xiang Shaolong was stunned when he heard this, secretly thinking that this man was more conceited than him, he laughed and said: "Then I won't be polite." In front of the landmark, he reached about five steps away from the man, made a fake body, and first
He swayed to the left, then moved to the right, and swept across with his sword, attacking hard with force, using his physical strength to knock the opponent's wooden sword away.
Unexpectedly, the man didn't move, and with a flick of his wrist, the wooden sword came first and struck his sword diagonally. Then, the tip of the sword pointed diagonally, as if intending to stab Xiang Shaolong's face.
Xiang Shaolong was shocked and took a step back. The opponent's swordsmanship was so wonderful that he was unable to do anything. He was not angry. He shouted loudly and pounced like a tiger. Seven swords struck him in the face like a strong wind sweeping down fallen leaves. They swept up and down.
Cut straight and attack him.
The man had a smile on his face and stood still, but no matter which angle he struck from, he could always deflect his sword just right, and the subsequent sword strike was able to force him back, so there was no need to fight him head-on.
Strength. Although it only defends but does not attack, it is invulnerable.
The sound of "divination" is endless.
When the seventy-second sword hit, Xiang Shaolong finally gave out his strength, stepped back and gasped, and looked at the man in front of him in disbelief.
The man was surprised and said: "It turns out that you really don't know the art of fencing. You just rely on your strength and skill. However, if an ordinary swordsman encounters you, he will find it difficult to resist."
Xiang Shaolong threw the sword back to him dejectedly and admitted defeat: "I thought I couldn't compete with you. It's a shame that I still dreamed of conquering the world. It turns out that real swordsmen are so powerful. After saying goodbye, I will return to the mountains and make do.
Forget it after living this life." At the end of the sentence, he was really despairing and thinking strongly about the era he was familiar with. If there was a competition in marksmanship, he would definitely be better than this swordsman.
The man smiled and said: "Looking at my brother's words and deeds, he is poor but not greedy, and he is very generous. You can see that he is a very righteous person by nature. Come and take a bath, change into clean clothes, and let me cook for you."
Let’s have a good talk.”
After eating two bowls of rice, Xiang Shaolong felt energetic.
The man looked at Xiang Shaolong, who had shaved off his beard, combed his hair, and put on coarse linen clothes. He seemed to be a completely different person. A look of admiration flashed in his eyes, and he said calmly: "Brother said just now that he wanted to have some adventure."
Career, I wonder what this career refers to?"
Xiang Shaolong stayed for a long time, and said a little embarrassedly: "I actually don't know too much, I just walked around. Now that I have clothes, I want to exchange the dagger in my arms for some money. It's best to buy a horse.
I'll take you to Handan."
The man frowned and said: "How can a real man live in life without goals and ideals? Those who create the current situation are truly heroes."
Xiang Shaolong said unconvinced: "Then what ideals do you have?"
The man smiled calmly and said: "It's very simple. It is to eliminate the 'great harm to the world' and realize the 'great benefit to the world'."
Xiang Shaolong laughed and said: "These two sentences are so general. What are the great benefits and great harms?"
The man didn't think so and said calmly: "The greatest harm in the world is that the weak eat the strong. The strong invade the weak, the big countries invade the small countries, and the wise oppress the ignorant. The root cause of all these disasters is that people do not love each other. If we can love each other,
, and by mutual benefit, the wealth can be equally distributed, there will be no more jealousy, resentment and competition, and the great benefit of the world will be achieved."
Xiang Shaolong lost his voice and said: "So you are a follower of the Mohist family."
The man said in astonishment: "What Mo family?"
Xiang Shaolong said excitedly: "Is your ancestor Mo Zhai? The doctrine he created is very famous. It stands side by side with the other three schools of Confucianism, Taoism and Legalism and will be passed down forever."
The man was confused, but since he knew Mo Zhai's name, it was obvious that he was not talking nonsense. He nodded and said: "Mo Zhai is indeed our son Ren Ju. Are you really from the countryside?"
Xiang Shaolong wondered: "What is Juzi? I don't know about it."
The man thought for a while and said: "Juzi is the leader of the Mohists' Guild. When it was first established, he hoped to use force to stop force, but he would only defend for others, not attack for others. Unfortunately, today's guild has
It has greatly deteriorated and split into three organizations, divided according to local areas, called "Qi Mo", "Chu Mo" and "Zhao Mo". I am the disciple of the previous great prince Meng Sheng. I came out this time in the hope of bringing these three organizations together.
The two guilds will unify and strive for their ideals again."
Xiang Shaolong said in a deep voice: "Why did you tell me such a secret thing?"
The man sighed and said: "Because I have a huge order, I thought it would be easy to revive the guild. Little did I know that when I found the leader of Zhao Mo in Handan, he actually sent people to hunt him down.
, I just escaped and came here. I feel that I am alone and weak. I must gather my disciples to hope to unify the three inks. How can I let you off with a talent like yours?"
Xiang Shaolong waved his hands and said: "This won't work. I will never shed my blood for such an illusory ideal that can never be realized. I believe that my Mohist ideal will not succeed at all. After averaging the wealth, it will
Cultivate a lot of people, and only competition will make progress."
The man was shocked when he heard it, closed his eyes, and thought deeply.
Xiang Shaolong begged in a low voice: "If you don't tell me how to get to Handan, I, Xiang Shaolong, will never forget the kindness of giving you clothes and food."
The man suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashed with lightning, and he smiled and said: "Is there anything in this world that can be obtained for nothing? Learn the sword from me. When one day you can break the wooden sword in my hand, I will go to Handan with you. Yes."
If you are a man, just agree to my request. Otherwise, even if you can get to Handan, you will still die when you meet a real swordsman."
Xiang Shaolong thought it was reasonable and said hesitantly: "You will not force me to join any of your guilds again."
The man smiled and said: "Not only will you not be forced to join the association, you won't even have to become a disciple. We are just friends and we should be friends on the same level. My name is Yuan Zong. If you like, you can call me Brother Yuan."
So Xiang Shaolong lived in this earth temple, getting up every day to practice swordsmanship with Yuan Zong, and talking with him about the methods of attack and defense. His progress made even Yuan Zong admire him and praise him endlessly. A month later
, his attainments can be both defensive and offensive with Yuan Zong.
Yuan Zong left the temple every day, leaving Xiang Shaolong, who was obsessed with kendo, to practice like crazy. Yuan Zong would not come back until dusk with food.
Three months passed in a hurry under such circumstances.
This day, Tian Yuanzong came back after dark, with a solemn expression. He called him into the stone room, frowned and thought hard for a while, and then said: "They are chasing him."
Xiang Shaolong has established a deep relationship with him as both a teacher and a friend. Hearing this, he asked with concern: "Who is chasing me?"
Yuan Zong sighed: "It's Zhao Mo's Yan Ping. I injured eighteen of them before I could escape and return. What he wants is the Ju Zi Ling on me. With it, Yan Ping can become the Ju Zi."
Yes." He paused and shook his head with a wry smile, "It's really ironic. We can't have universal love in our guild, so why are we talking about ideals?"
Xiang Shaolong also didn't know how to comfort him.
Yuan Zong took out a piece of brass from his pocket, with only the word "ink" on it, like a large seal. He handed it to Xiang Shaolong and said: "Take this card and flee to Handan immediately. I drew a map for you."
, I have earned enough travel expenses for you with my hands these days, so hurry up."