Young Master Xianyun's Wudang mental technique was created by Zhang Sanfeng. It is the most rigid and yang Kung Fu in the world. It is also integrated with the freedom of movement of Tai Chi. The strength of the fist is collected and expelled with one mind, which makes it difficult for people to guess.
Moreover, Young Master Xianyun and Wang Xian have been together for a long time, and they have also acquired some obscene aura. This punch was deliberately intended to harm Wei Wuque, and it seemed that it was entirely Tai Chi's use of force to unload the force. Wei Wuque was indeed struck.
, and he received a solid Wudang punch!
Wei Wuque was like being hit by a mad bull running at full speed. He flew out and hit a tree hard, causing all his internal organs to shift. He immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood, and there was only one thought in his heart.
Thought: 'How come even such an honest person is not honest anymore...'
Fortunately, Xianyun did not chase after him to make up for it, but stayed with the emperor and the grandson to resist the enemy's attack. At this time, more and more monks gathered to protect Zhu Di and Zhu Zhanji. Only then did Zhu Zhanji relax.
After taking a deep breath, Zhu Di finally couldn't hold on anymore and fainted...
The men in black tried their best to attack, but not only could they not do anything to these bald thieves, but instead asked them to protect the emperor, they couldn't help but feel extremely anxious!
The man in black was anxious, and Wang Xian was equally anxious. Although Wang Xian was not a master in martial arts, he dealt with masters all day long, so he could be considered a "high-minded". He could see clearly from a high place that all of these men in black were
There are countless powerful characters. Although his brothers are also extremely powerful, neither of them can do anything about the other.
‘It’s not good to go on like this…’ You can even think with your toes that such a killing move against Emperor Yongle must be fully prepared. If one move doesn’t work, the opponent will come up with a second move!
At this time, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded, which made the person who blew it have tinnitus. Wang Xian frowned and looked at Wei Wuque. It was this guy with a mouth full of blood who blew the whistle!
This extremely penetrating sound easily passed through the woods, as if it could reach beyond the sky.
"No!" Wang Xian knew this guy so well that he understood what Wei Wuque wanted to do in a blink of an eye, and immediately ordered in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Xinyan, lead someone to stop them!"
One of the people who protected Wang Xian just now had a strict heart. After hearing this, he nodded and jumped down from the tree branch.
Wang Xian whistled loudly again and jumped to another tree by himself. There was no way, the stupid bird would fly first!
Hearing his whistle, Master Xianyun's eyes turned cold. He finally drew out the Zhenwu Sword on his back and used all his strength to kill the man in black! The monks beside him were also beaten with chicken blood.
, they all used their special skills and rushed and started fighting!
The men in black were caught off guard, and the ones who were killed kept retreating. It seemed that they could no longer stop them!
Wei Wuque, holding a gauntlet, appeared behind the man in black and said in a deep voice: "They are going to break out! Stop them! Reinforcements will be here soon!"
"Almsgiver, please forgive me if I have to." A smiling Xinci stopped in front of them! Xinci's weapons were a pair of shining golden wrought copper maces, which he wielded with great force, unlike the usually cautious Zhike.
Monk, that is like clouds and mud!
Xinyan waved his Zen staff and cooperated with Xinci tacitly to block the blocking men in black, allowing Xianyun and the others to protect the emperor and the grandson and successfully break out of the encirclement!
Naturally, the other party couldn't let them go, so they showed their special skills and launched a desperate attack!
"Formation!" Xin Yan, with his tongue blooming like a lotus flower, shouted violently!
Xinci and other seventeen monks lined up around him, forming an impenetrable copper wall.
Wei Wuque and others rushed left and right, but were blocked by these eighteen monks. It felt like although there were only eighteen of them, they seemed to have thousands of troops in front of them, like an insurmountable Great Wall!
"What kind of formation is this?!" One of Wei Wuque's subordinates finally couldn't help but asked: "Arhat Formation or Bronze Man Formation?!"
"Baopu Changsheng Formation!" Xin Yan shouted loudly.
"Those who are facing an attack should all line up in front!" The monks shouted in unison.
"My Taoist formation?!" Xianyun had already escaped from the woods and almost fell down.
"What's the point?" Wang Xian said with a nonchalant smile, "I, Master Yao, have learned Buddhism!"
At this time, Zhou Yong and others brought the horses. Wang Xian glanced at Zhu Zhanji, who was holding Zhu Di and riding on the horse, and asked softly: "Your Highness, where are we going?!" This was not Wang Xian's advice to Zhu Zhan.
For the sake of face, he was really helpless in the current situation.
"This..." Zhu Zhanji ran out of ideas for a moment. The current situation was too dangerous. Apart from Wang Xian in front of him, he didn't know who he could trust.
"Your Highness, we must make a decision early." Wang Xian urged softly: "Their reinforcements will arrive in a blink of an eye!"
"We have arrived at the end of the forest." Xianyun closed his eyes and concentrated. After a moment, he opened his eyes and said, "There are hundreds of people, and their martial arts are not weak."
"You can hear all this..." Ye Xian whispered, "Is it true?!"
Xianyun glanced at him and was too lazy to answer.
"Your Highness..." Wang Xian saw that Zhu Zhanji was still silent, so he had to urge him again.
"Uh..." Zhu Zhanji had countless thoughts running through his mind, and finally came up with an idea: "Let's find a hidden place first to heal my grandpa Huang's injuries."
"That's fine." Anyway, he didn't have a good idea. Wang Xian nodded and said, "I know a good place." He said to Zhou Yong, "lead the way quickly!"
Zhou Yong then led the way, leading everyone on horseback to the wetland intertwined with lakes to the west...
In autumn, the endless reed marshes are like a thick golden quilt covering the lakes and swamps of Nanhaizi. The golden wind blows, and the reed marshes sway gently, like a golden ocean.
From time to time, white waterbirds fly across this golden ocean, suddenly dive into the waves, and then disappear without a trace...
This is truly a natural sanctuary.
When the water bird appeared on the reeds again, it had a small fish in its mouth. It stretched its wings and glided gracefully on the golden ocean. Its small, smart eyes were searching for the direction of its nest. Suddenly, a pair of red eyes
With a curious expression in its eyes, it saw that the central area of a reed field had been cut down in pieces, and the fallen reeds turned into a soft blanket. On the blanket, there were sitting or lying on it a dozen men, most of whom
It's bald...
This is the good place that Wang Xian said. They only arrived at the outskirts of Beijing last night. They didn't even have time to contact Zhu Zhanji, so they sneaked into Nanhaizi and rested in the reed swamp.
"Zhongde, thank you for arriving in time!" At this moment, Zhu Zhanji had the time to express his gratitude to Wang Xian: "Otherwise, our grandparents and grandchildren will definitely be dead..."
"Thanks to Wei Wuque for nagging," Wang Xian said with a faint smile: "Otherwise, we really might not be able to make it in time." As he said that, he glanced at the monks who were treating the emperor's wounds, and said softly to Zhu Zhanji: "I'll have people come in overnight.
Jing contacted you, why didn’t you send me a message?”
"I didn't see anyone." Zhu Zhanji sighed; "I think he was stopped by the other party."
"That's right." Wang Xian nodded: "It seems they are doing this carefully."
"Yes." Zhu Zhanji frowned and said, "Now that I think about it, Jianwen's visit to Prince Yiwen's mausoleum was made up in order to divert the shadow away from my imperial grandfather."
"This news is not made up." Wang Xian said softly: "Jianwen fell into the hands of Ji Gang and was taken to the mausoleum of Prince Yiwen to meet the Queen Mother Lu."
"What?" Zhu Zhanji said with wide eyes: "Did Ji Gang eat the courage of a bear's heart and a leopard's heart? What does he want to do?!"
"Hey..." Wang Xian sighed and said, "It seems that His Highness doesn't know anything."
"Stop showing off!" Zhu Zhanji urged urgently: "Tell me, what's going on in Beijing now?!"
"Your second uncle and Ji Gang have turned against each other." Wang Xian couldn't help but glance at the unconscious Zhu Di, and said with sarcasm in his heart: 'I've made you suffer from carbuncles all day long, now it's a waste!'
"Ah?" Zhu Zhanji was furious. He grabbed Wang Xian's collar with all his strength and said with wide eyes: "You are talking nonsense!"
"Otherwise..." Wang Xian looked at Zhu Zhanji sympathetically and said softly: "Do they dare to assassinate the emperor? Will Master Yao hand over these brothers to me?"
"Ah..." Zhu Zhanji naturally believed in Wang Xian, but it was too unexpected and unacceptable to him. He let go of Wang Xian's collar, and His Highness Taisun sat down in the reeds and murmured: "
How dare they? How dare they?!"
"If you had been in Beijing, there would be no surprise at all." Wang Xian sat next to his grandson, patted his shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "This is a move they have carefully planned for a long time..." As he said this,
He sighed with some self-blame: "I didn't expect that they would start so early and suffer a big loss right from the start. If Master Yao hadn't taken action, they would have been caught in a trap!"
"That's right!" Zhu Zhanji suddenly became excited again and asked Wang Xian nervously: "How is the capital? Is my father okay?!"
"The capital has fallen." Wang Xian said, and when he saw Zhu Zhanji's expression as if he was about to faint, he quickly added: "Fortunately, the prince, the prince, and your brothers have all escaped."
"Where...are they now?" Zhu Zhanji asked tremblingly.
"Zhenjiang." Wang Xian said, "Master Yao asked us to stay in Zhenjiang." He frowned and said, "I don't know why we chose that place!" When the old monk told them to stay in Zhenjiang without moving, Wang Xian disapproved of it.
. He believed that the terrain of Zhenjiang was not conducive to defending the city and that he should move to another place. However, he was scolded by the old monk and said that he was nonsense and had killed the three armies. When asked why, the old monk refused to explain.
To be honest, choosing Zhenjiang was based on the old monk's superstition, rather than a carefully considered decision. Wang Xian's heart was always hanging in the air, not knowing whether it was right or wrong to do so.
Zhu Zhanji was even more superstitious about the old monk. Hearing that it was Yao Guangxiao's idea, he made up his mind and said: "Master Yao personally took action, what else is there to worry about?"
"Master Yao..." Wang Xian's expression dimmed and he said softly: "He passed away."
"Ah!" Zhu Zhanji looked shocked.
"Amitabha!" All the monks announced the Buddha's name in unison.