The Book of Heaven

Chapter 4

If you ask the Patriarch of the Ma family, or people like Ma Daoming, they will say with absolute certainty, "It must be so!"

Ask the scholar-bureaucrats, and they will say, "Good!"

Ask the common people in the Han Empire, they will cry and give a thumbs up, "Heroes!"

But in the past 800 years, has anyone asked people like Ma Zheng?
Two and a half years ago, Ma Zheng was "reborn" from the dead, and he opened his eyes to see the world.Not long after, he knew what kind of fate his body was carrying.

Sacrificing for his family and country is not the ending that Ma Zheng wants. If he wants to break out of the route set by fate, he needs to make greater efforts.

This feeling of having to struggle desperately to be strong is actually what Ma Zheng likes the most. He is not a lazy person, otherwise he would not come out to collect firewood with his third uncle.

For those who are not determined enough, they can give up at this time, it is over, but for Ma Zheng, it seems like a good start.

"She is skilled in martial arts, but I'm not stupid. If there is a famous teacher to teach me, it would be the best to take revenge with my own hands in the future!"

"Oh, want to learn martial arts?"

The third uncle fiddled with the bonfire with branches, and the dead branches made a "boom" sound in the fire.

"Think." Ma Zheng replied without hesitation.

"But you are already crippled, and the cracking sun sword is the sharpest of the five elements."

Ma Zheng stared dumbly, puffed up his cheeks, he hated that crazy woman.

"Tell you a story?" Seeing Ma Zheng's appearance, Third Uncle smiled.

"If it's related to Jianghu, don't talk about it, I'm useless.".

"Take it as a story." The third uncle turned the head of the dead branch in his hand, pinched it in his hand, and said: "50 years ago, there was a monk who entered Songshan Shaolin."

"50 years ago?" Ma Zheng frowned. He knew that this world was different, but he could still calculate the approximate time. For example, the current time is roughly equivalent to around 600 AD in his world.

"I'm old, and I can't remember the time clearly. You don't have to be serious. The monk has five wishes, to make money from the Dharma, to gain supernatural powers, to spread the Dharma, to dedicate oneself to the Three Jewels, and to repay the four kindnesses."

"And then?" Ma Zheng rolled his eyes, the story didn't seem to make much sense.

"Then, then there was a thaumaturgy that spread from Shaolin Temple."

"Oh? It can't be "Yi Jin Jing", right?"

"Eh, you also know the "Yi Jin Jing"?" Now it was the third uncle's turn to be surprised, he put down the branch, wiped off the black ash on his palm, and said:

"Where did you find out?"

Ma Zheng asked instead, "Is that monk called Bodhidharma?"

"Bodhidharma?" The third uncle laughed, "Where did you hear that? The monk's family name is Sun. After he became a monk, he gave himself the Dharma name Seng Chou. Now he is presided over by Shaolin, so he should be called a master."

Although the third uncle told the story to be true, Ma Zheng still firmly believed that the "Yi Jin Jing" was created by Bodhidharma, but he didn't have the energy to tell the third uncle right now.

"Don't listen?"

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with me."

"There must be a relationship."

"have what?"

"Bandit!"

This place in the northwest has always been desolate.Not only is it unsuitable for farming, but the various forces secretly conquered, you come and go, and you often work hard for half a year before you have enough time to harvest.

Over time, the folk customs in this place have become aggressive, and they no longer reason about things, but talk about the size of their fists.Lacking clothes and clothing, they no longer planed for food in the fields, but took risks.

The imperial court didn't care about it, but even the Ma family felt that it was a thankless task. How could they tell the difference between those bandits who were ordinary farmers during the day and who could kill with a hoe at night?
What's more, they were born and raised in Sri Lanka, and they are more familiar with the environment than the frontier soldiers.

At this time and here, the only ones who could find Uncle San and Ma Zheng were bandits nearby.

The third uncle lowered his voice, telling Ma Zheng to be calm, but he himself stood up slowly.

"Since you're here, why bother sneaking around, get away within three breaths, and you can still wait for your life!"

Ma Zheng rolled his eyeballs, but he couldn't move when he wanted to see, so he became a little nervous.

How good is the third uncle's real kung fu? Ma Zheng can't confirm it. It's dark and windy in this wilderness, isn't it suitable for the night of killing?

In the dark forest, several figures appeared one after another following the shouts of the third uncle.

Each of these men was armed.

One of them was as tall as a legendary mandrill, holding a hammer head in each of his left and right hands, which was bigger than a human head.

"A bunch of mud legs, don't know what's good or bad!"

The third uncle glanced at everyone, and carefully took off the straw sandals as he spoke, as if he had forgotten that he was also a mud-legged person.

Ma Zhengcai began to shake his warm body again, and he murmured in his heart: "A group? Can third uncle handle it? Even if he can handle it, can he protect me? I heard that some bandits want to eat human flesh."

If it was just a group of bandits with muddy legs, Third Uncle would certainly not take them seriously.However, when the third uncle put the straw sandals away to prevent them from being broken, the stooped figure suddenly froze slightly for a moment.

When people live between heaven and earth, they must cut off the connection between heaven and earth.It's just that ordinary people don't have the heart to communicate with heaven and earth, so heaven and earth will not be moved by ordinary people.

But if you practice martial arts to the innate level, you will be able to communicate with the heaven and the earth naturally. The more exquisite your kung fu is, the wider the environment you can perceive.

The third uncle just felt a breath from far to near, very powerful, and the goal was very clear.

Only when they are in the same innate realm and practiced all over the body, can the third uncle feel so clearly.

And that aura is unparalleled sharp, like a sharp blade.

"Is it her?"

The third uncle's face changed slightly, he was fine, but if Ma Zheng fell into the opponent's hands, thinking of this, the third uncle scooped up a pile of floating soil with his feet and annihilated the bonfire.

"how"

There were still flame shadows dancing on Ma Zheng's retina, but his vision was instantly plunged into darkness.

Perhaps it was because the third uncle's action was too sudden, and a bandit was attracted to take the opportunity to pull out a rusty hatchet and attack the third uncle's back.But how could his actions escape third uncle's perception.

"kill!"

A bandit roared excitedly, and he probably felt that he was sure of everything.

The roar was still echoing in the night sky, and the back figure in the bandit's line of sight suddenly turned into a frontal, sneering face.

Amidst the muffled sound, a black shadow flashed across the bandit's chest, and he shot the hatchet into the sky. fly.

It seemed that he succeeded with one move, but the tension on Third Uncle's face did not subside with the death of the bandit, but instead became more intense.

The scene in front of them made the bandits tremble with fear.

They didn't know that there was someone else who really made the third uncle nervous. Most of the bandits chose to retreat, but the one who looked like a mandrill holding a sledgehammer roared and rushed towards the third uncle, like a collapsed mountain wall.

With a big hammer to attract the wind, this mandrill has a domineering aura when it moves, which is really fascinating.

The third uncle is actually very interested in this kind of guy whose appearance is different from ordinary people.

The third uncle has a hobby, like people with different shapes and shapes.

(End of this chapter)