The Book of Heaven

Chapter 28 Jianghu Road

The rivers and lakes in Ma Detu's eyes are not the swords and swords in the brothel, nor the life and death in the arena.

So Ma Detu's martial arts practice is to kill, kill people who can be killed.

Although Ma Zheng disagreed with his point of view, he couldn't find any refutation. Therefore, Ma Detu believed that the judgment of the level of martial arts practitioners still had to be found in the army.

The more accepted view nowadays is still based on the regular infantry of the Han Empire. If you are strong against ten pawns, you can be regarded as an entry-level warrior, that is, at the level of a corps leader.

If the enemy has more than a thousand soldiers in one breath, not to mention being able to kill them all, but at least the blood that can be killed will flow into rivers and the army will be defeated, then it is considered a second-rate level, and he can be a captain, such as him Ma Detu.

Further up is the real enemy of ten thousand people, a first-class master.

Similar to the second-rate, the enemy of ten thousand people does not have to chop off ten thousand heads, but he can easily advance and retreat in the army of ten thousand people, and he is a first-rate master.

Of course, it is not easy to mobilize an army of [-] people to make a judgment. The more common way to judge is to use the second-rate masters as the basis. If you can survive the siege of a dozen second-rate masters, it is basically considered a first-rate state.

Going further up is the innate realm. Ma Detu thought it was unnecessary, so he didn't continue to explain it to Ma Zheng. After all, Ma Zheng is still struggling to deal with a corporal leader. In Ma Detu's words, he has not yet been able to gain a firm foothold on the threshold of entry , if you don't pay attention, you will fall out, of course, it is more likely to die, it is purely a shrimp.

"It's really bad. I thought I was already very good, but it turned out that I was just watching the sky from a well, watching the sky from a well!"

Taking Ma Detu's words as the standard, and thinking about the battle with the Yue clan corporal, Ma Zheng had to admit that it was an accident that he won. Fighting to the end, he may not be the one laughing.

Knowing the shame and then being brave, after two fights, Ma Zheng felt that it was obvious that not only his moves were more proficient, but also that the weak energy in the second meridian of the governor seemed to be circulating at a much faster speed, but he didn't know when he would be able to use his dantian. Filled, the Qi machine will automatically flow through the eight extraordinary meridians.

In fact, judging from the strength of the inner breath, Ma Zheng thinks that getting through the second meridian of Ren and Du is regarded as an entry-level, the dantian is filled with breath and flows continuously, it is a third-rate, and the eight extraordinary meridians are unimpeded. , is the first-class realm, such as Ma Detu.

The gap between the third-rate and the second-rate is not as simple as hitting ten. There are also differences among the same rank. Ma Zheng reckons that Ma Detu is the top among the first-rate, and his own corporal Lin Shiba is afraid that at most it will be the same. It is the bottom of the three streams.

Thinking of this, Ma Zheng involuntarily turned his head to look at the sleeping Lin Shiba, secretly thinking that if there is a chance, he must fight Lin Shiba.

It's just that Ma Zheng didn't expect this opportunity to come so quickly.

Early the next morning, Ma Zheng, who had not long slept soundly, was picked up by a big hand.

"Let's go, follow me to the school grounds."

The pit of flesh on Lin Shiba's cheek looked particularly eye-catching at this moment, with a strange tinge of red.

"Go to the school grounds?"

It's been more than ten days since I came to Zhuangzi Camp, but Ma Zheng really hasn't been to the school grounds.

"No one was injured this time. Of course we have to go to the school grounds. You can't let your legs and feet be idle. This is called sweating when you are idle."

"Less bloodshed in wartime?"

Ma Zheng turned over and answered Zhou Zhou's call.

"No, no, the last sentence is, don't tremble on stage. Less bloodshed? Damn it, will there be no bloodshed during that expedition?" Zhou Tong spat on the ground and walked out of the tent first. Ma Zhao was picked up by three people Woke up by the conversation, rubbing his hazy eyes, but didn't know what to say.

Lin Shiba didn't let Ma Zhao go with him. First, he was just a follower, so he wasn't qualified to go in. Second, he was injured, and he seemed to have not recovered mentally.

When Ma Zheng was dragged away by Lin Shiba, the tent suddenly fell into silence, but Ma Zhao's muddy eyes gradually became clear.

"Pretend, I see how you want to pretend?"

Following the candid voice, a figure was stretched by the rising sun, and was thrown directly into the camp. Ma Zhao on the mattress turned over and stood up, as if facing a formidable enemy.

In the morning light, there are many shadows of people in the Zhuangziying school field.

Ma Zheng, who was following Lin Shiba, had heard shouts from a long distance away, and only found out when he got closer. No wonder there are not many veterans in the Zhuangzi camp. The life of emotional veterans is monotonous. Killing, the camp is usually in tents - the school grounds, or lying in the medical hall.

Zhuangziying’s school grounds were thirty feet long and more than ten feet wide. According to Lin Shiba, there were very few times when the whole camp was concentrated, so it was relatively sufficient.

Leaving aside those generals who were working hard and feeding their moves, Ma Zheng and the others found a corner under the leadership of Lin Shiba, and they were ready to practice.

"You guys from the Ma family like to have sticks, and I also have sticks, but I don't show them off in front of men!" Zhou Tong dragged off his clothes first, and took off a machete from the weapon rack next to the school grounds.

There is a circle of weapon racks on the side of the school field, and the weapons on them are all specially made, such as the machete in Zhou Tong's hand. Ma Zheng felt that there must be no way to feel better.

"Come on, don't say I'm a big bully, let's just have one hand."

"Shameless, you really are shameless."

Ma Zheng spat with a smile, and went straight to get a long stick. In comparison, the long stick is probably the only weapon that is no different from that used in battle.

Zhou Tong was called Disfigured, and as for Lin Shiba, Ma Zheng hadn't had time to call him a nickname, or out of respect for his superiors, he was still a corps leader.

"Be careful, before I joined the army, I was a disciple of Five Tigers' Door Severing Knife!"

Ghost head knife jumped out of Zhou Tong's hand, Ma Zheng shook the stick to feel the toughness, then nodded and said: "So much nonsense, is it a man?"

Following Zhou Tong's angry roar, the long knife slashed straight at Ma Zheng's face. Ma Zheng didn't know if this move was included in the Five Tigers' Door Severing Knife, so he swiped the long stick obliquely, trying to let Zhou Tong's big knife get out of his hands!

That Zhou Tong just made a false move, and Ma Zheng also expected it in his heart, so the two changed their moves almost at the same time, but neither of them seemed reluctant.

No matter how strong the wooden stick is, it can't go head-to-head with the ghost knife, even if the ghost knife is not sharpened.

A stick as thick as a child's arm transformed into stick shadows one after another in Ma Zheng's hands, while the ghost knife in Zhou Tong's hand was relatively more agile. collapsed.

Because the two moved very fast, and occasionally the swords and sticks collided and made a sound, people gradually came to watch. Ma Zheng didn't know anything about it, and he was completely immersed in the fight with Zhou Tong.

If one insists on judging the martial arts of the two, judging by their fighting spirit, Zhou Tong, who was still a short-bladed weapon, overwhelmed Ma Zheng. Sweep the roots of old trees under the gathering flowers.

Ma Zheng seemed to have a long stick, but it was useless, and the shadow of the stick always seemed to miss Zhou Tong's head, or stuck in the empty space of Zhou Tong's body, even in the eyes of outsiders. , without the slightest threat.

(End of this chapter)