Zhenlongting

Chapter 120 Aoxue Enduring the Cold

"This temple warrior came with bad intentions."

Wang Jingya was so angry that she pinched the handles of the two hammers until they creaked.

I wish I could find Andre himself and fight with a hammer.

"It's too arrogant, too arrogant. It's bullying me, Daqing, and no one..."

The behavior of this person is also easy to guess, that is, he challenged the martial arts bodyguard all the way, and he specially chose famous people to challenge.

Once the victory is won, it will be publicized immediately. In the past, if no one can win head-on, the backbone of the warriors of Daqing Kingdom will be broken.

The victory or defeat of warriors, life and death, are just ordinary, nothing.

The most ruthless thing about this move is that it exposes all the unbearableness of the people of Qingguo... Let those scholars who are already swaying, as well as the poor and helpless people, all feel in their hearts that foreigners are invincible, and Qingguo people are invincible. On weak, low number of cognition.

At that time, no one needs to say anything. When you see foreigners, your knees will go limp, just like seeing your own parents. There are filial sons and grandchildren everywhere.

In the past, the people and officials of the Qing Kingdom already had this kind of sign, but it was only hidden deep in their bones, and they would not say it blatantly.

After all, all human beings have a sense of shame.

However, from the newspaper reports controlled by these reformers, it can be seen that many people can't wait to start advocating the strength of foreigners and learning from others.

Perhaps, in their hearts, this kind of article praising the power of foreigners is just a way of showing favor, in order to make the reform progress more smoothly, and to make the relationship between the two parties go further.

But this is an extremely dangerous signal.

The official newspapers, as well as the frontiers of public opinion, began to sink and began to worship.In this world, there will never be a second voice.

"His heart can be punished, his heart can be punished!"

Although Wang Jingya is a female generation, with Wang Wu's teaching and nurturing, she can see these things more clearly than some elders in the capital.

At this moment, he raised his eyebrows, only regretting that he was not strong enough, otherwise he would have hit him directly.

She also took her eyes from time to time, and secretly aimed at Zhang Kun, her intentions were self-evident.

"It's useless to look at me. Andre's identity is the temple warrior leader, and he can't be regarded as a boxer in the rivers and lakes. This move is ruthless. He can only choose the target, and he can't even answer the challenge. There are so many eagles around him. National soldiers and journalists from all over the world, if we do something wrong, we will be condemned by the people...even if we are shot to death, there is no reason for it."

Zhang Kun shook his head.

You can't go to the temple. If you really kill someone and get photographed by reporters, it will be the biggest diplomatic incident of this century.

Maybe, once this incident happened, all countries in the world, as well as the Daqing court, would all target and send troops to arrest people.

Especially for the Daqing court, it is not a big problem to offend senior officials of the country.If you offend foreigners, believe it or not, the Wucheng Bingmasi and Fengtai Camp will be mobilized...

Not to mention the soldiers and horses under the command of the nine admirals, they are the vanguards rushing to the forefront.

"Could it be that you can only watch like this?"

Wang Jingya wandered around the medical center for a while, always feeling a little upset, and simply out of sight and out of mind.

Throwing away the newspaper, he ran to the front hall to help Li Xiaowan see a doctor.

Just after grabbing a pair of medicines, there was a commotion at the door, and in a blink of an eye, a lot of people came rushing in.

"Master..."

"Master, it's important to heal the wound, don't get up."

"Master, victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs, let's heal our wounds, and then we will find him to compete."

The voices, big and small, are all crying, sad, sad, and pathetic, which makes people feel blocked when they listen to them.

"Cough...cough cough, no need, the old man can still afford to lose, but I'm ashamed... I'm ashamed of my ancestor and master, this boxing method is ashamed in my hands, and I have no face to face others..."

An old voice coughed a few times, then spoke intermittently, stopped, and heard him ask again: "Is Master Zhang Kun here?"

"Mr. Yuanda."

With a lunge, Zhang Kun arrived in front of the stretcher, stretched out his hand and pressed it falsely, stopping the opponent's movement of getting up.

At a glance, I couldn't help frowning.

The last time I saw this old boxer was at the stage not far from the door.

At that time, Mr. Yuan Da, as the notary of the life and death competition, was full of immortal demeanor, which made people respect him when he saw it.

Mr. Yuan Da is respected and respected, and he is kind to others. Moreover, he teaches all his disciples without any secrets.

Therefore, he is very respected by all warriors, and he is not called by his first name on weekdays, but is called Mr. Da.

Zhang Kun still remembered that before he took the stage that day, the old gentleman secretly reminded him to leave the capital quickly and not to be in the ring.

This sentence was wrongly judged, and it was later proved that it was unnecessary.

However, Zhang Kun asked himself, if his strength is not that strong.

Perhaps, following Mr. Yuan Da's advice is the best way...

Because the other party has almost made it clear that Zhang Chonghua has hidden part of his strength, and the challenge is a narrow escape.

Therefore, from Mr. Yuan Da's heart, saying that sentence was actually out of good intentions.

Whether he listens or not, Zhang Kun appreciates the other party's kindness.

Looking at it at this time, I saw a large lump in Mr. Yuan Da's chest, and the blood was still gurgling out...

Even the tattered clothes could not cover the broken stubble and the big hole on the chest.

If it wasn't for decades of self-cultivation and martial arts training, the body's cultivation base has reached the level of strength, and the bone marrow has an extremely powerful blood production function.At this time, Mr. Yuan Da should have died long ago.

I was able to hold on to the medical center, but I was just lingering, and I couldn't hold on any longer.

"It's important to stop the bleeding first."

Zhang Kun quickly took out the silver needle, swished repeatedly, and pierced several large acupoints.

This is only a temporary solution, not a permanent solution, just a delay.

With his medical skills, there is obviously nothing he can do about this kind of injury, even if Li Xiaowan is added, it is useless.

The little girl stood aside and watched quietly, with pity on her face, she lowered her head and sighed softly.

"Do not bother."

Mr. Yuan Da stretched out his hand to stop Zhang Kun's follow-up action, and said with a wry smile: "I have been teaching boxing for 40 years, just wanting to spread my boxing all over the world, so as not to lose the reputation of my predecessors. I am old, I have lost such a big face, I was defeated by the foreign devils... I lost my life, it doesn't matter, I only sigh that the master's boxing and saber techniques have not been passed down completely, it is a pity, a pity..."

After he said a few words, he gasped a little, turned his head with difficulty and said softly, "Wen Li, bring me the knife."

"Master!"

A middle-aged man with a simple and honest face came forward with a knife on his knees, his eyes were red, and he choked up and said: "This injury can be cured, don't..."

"Silly boy."

Mr. Yuan Da took the knife in his hand and sighed.

Zhong Wenli is his big disciple, but unfortunately, his talent is not that good.

After more than 30 years of practicing Plum Blossom Knife and Plum Blossom Knife, he has only barely reached the level of dark energy and tendons, and is much weaker than his juniors.

However, the good thing about this disciple is that he is very obedient.

On weekdays, when teaching new students, he is also conscientious and does not have too many messy thoughts.

When Andre stepped on the court to challenge, he also wanted to play, but he couldn't compete with a few juniors.

In the end, because of this reason, a life was saved instead.

I don't know if this is luck or sadness?

After his death, the branch of the Plum Blossom Fist in the capital will be disbanded...

Mr. Yuan Da took a deep look at Zhong Wenli, his eyes swept over the disciples who were standing hunched over, with no energy, and then turned to look at Zhang Kun.

"Master Zhang, I have a sword technique here, I wonder if you would like to take a look at it?"

The old man's voice trembled, and deep in his eyes, there was a trace of pleading.

"As long as you want, I dare not ask for your ears."

Zhang Kun bowed his hands solemnly.

"When my master taught me this sword technique, he once said that when the five internal organs have not been adjusted and the internal strength is not yet generated, one cannot force oneself to practice, otherwise, the heart will hurt the lungs, and all the five internal organs will be injured.

The old man is incompetent, nearly ninety years old, but still only grasped a little bit of superficiality, I am really ashamed.If he could really use this saber technique when facing that foreign devil before, he wouldn't have fallen to such a situation. It would be an insult to the master and the state. This old man is guilty. "

Mr. Yuan Da slowly got up from the stretcher, stood in the lobby, buckled the handle of the knife, standing like a pine.

There was a trace of rudder blush on his face strangely, and his spirit became very good.

The gust of wind blew up his blood-stained robe, exposing his blood-oozing and hollow chest, making people feel choked up when looking at him.

"There are only five moves in this sword technique, which are combined into one move. It is called Wuyun Plum Blossom Slash. This old man only uses it once..."

Mr. Yuan Da held the knife in his hand, his brows and eyes were indifferent, as if he had returned to the time when he was just learning art.

At this time, he was not him, but Master Zhou who taught the art that day.

"The first cut, the heart hides the fire, burns the blood to the sky, and the fire starts a prairie fire!"

Mr. Yuan Da's figure suddenly moved, and the long knife in his hand was stained with a trace of blood, like a boiling flame, roaring to the sky.

This is an illusion, an illusion, but it surprisingly made everyone present feel a burning enthusiasm.

The disciples couldn't help but took a few steps back.

The light of the knife was like fire, drawing a strange bright red in mid-air, which suddenly disappeared.

At the moment when the bright red disappeared, only Zhang Kun noticed that the heart of the old man's five internal organs suddenly lost all vitality, and his vitality was exhausted, and this saber technique broke out.

This is, using the last afterglow of life, to perform a sword move.

He felt a pain in his heart, but he didn't make a sound, just quietly watching the traces of the saber light, as well as the flow of Qi and blood and the use of techniques.

One by one confirmed in the heart.

"The second knife, the liver hides the wood, anger comes from the heart, and the big wood lives forever."

The light of the knife is like a curtain, and it suddenly turns into a boundless mountain field surrounded by green onions, with vines growing, towering trees, and infinite vitality.

Correspondingly, Mr. Yuan Da's liver suddenly lost its vitality, and his eyes became slightly cloudy.

"Master."

Zhong Wenli obviously understood, and couldn't help crying, tears rolling down his face.

"The third knife, the spleen contains soil, the virtues carry things, and the fertile fields are thousands of miles away."

A thick yellow light of the knife hovered in front of him.

"The fourth knife, the lungs belong to gold, the golden wind drizzles, and everything dies..."

As the old man turned around, the light of the knife was like silk and rain. It was as if he had returned to the cold season of autumn wind and autumn rain, and there was a cold inside and outside.

"Fifth knife, the kidney stores water, from soft to hard, the sea is boundless..."

When he made the last knife strike, endless waves seemed to appear in front of him and behind him, wave after wave, seemingly endless, trying to destroy everything.

The light of the saber stopped in mid-air, before the lingering rhyme of the five sabers dissipated completely, the air suddenly became cold and frosty, and the eyes were covered with frost and bright red petals appeared, forming an illusory fiery red wintersweet.

"The prosperity is gone, and the frost and snow are cold."

Mr. Yuan Da's gray hair has turned into snow white, his skin is loose and withered, his complexion is gray and rotten, his eyes are cloudy and orange, and he can no longer see clearly.

He muttered something, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Did you see clearly?"

"I see clearly." Zhang Kun bowed to the ground, "Send off Mr. Yuanda."

"Don't fight, avoid it if you can..."

After Mr. Yuan Da finished his last sentence, his body fell limp and he lost all breath.

As soon as Zhang Kun supported him, he felt that the old man's body became very light. It seemed that this time with the knife, all his energy and spirit were taken away, leaving only an empty shell.

He let out a long sigh, and secretly said: "How can I escape if I accept your love?"

Maybe the old man didn't want to risk himself, so he confronted Andre.Because, if you lose, you will die, but if you win, there may not be any good ending.

In Qingguo's weak situation, it is a mistake to fight foreign devils, no matter whether you win or lose.

It is said that a weak country has no diplomacy.

It's more than just non-diplomatic...

The country is weak, and they don't even have the qualifications to stand up straight.

Several sword techniques passed through his mind one by one. For the first time, Zhang Kun did not burn his dragon energy point, and felt that his own martial arts had changed.

A gleam of golden light leaped in front of my eyes, and the word "Liuhe" suddenly disappeared in the column of Liuhe Saber Technique in the attribute column, and the word "Sword Technique" appeared instead.

Following the column of "Sword Technique" is the level of perfection and sword intent (five aggregates plum blossom).

Among the five internal organs, heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney, an invisible seed appeared in all of them, slowly taking root and sprouting.

My own sword technique seems to have life, and the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and the power of the five elements can be moved according to my heart.

It is an illusion, and not only an illusion.

When the mind is strong enough, it can turn the emptiness into reality and arouse the inspiration of heaven and earth.

'This is the real Saber Intent... It turns out that what I realized earlier, whether it is the Fist Intent or the Saber Intent, is just a prototype, and it can't even reach the first level.

Now, the five viscera contain the spirit, and the will is formed, and the real sword will be formed just now. '

At this time, it is obviously impossible to try the knife.

I don't know how tyrannical this "Five Aggregates Plum Blossom Slash" is.

He just regretted the death of Mr. Yuan Da.

Even if this old man is about to die, he doesn't want his sword skills to be lost.

It was because none of his disciples could reach the level of viscera training, not even the marrow washing level.

Not only can't use this sword move, it's very difficult to simply comprehend and remember it.

Rather than letting this sword technique be dusted and taken underground, it is better to pass it on to outsiders.

The difference between families, at this time, is not in his consideration at all.

Such a demeanor is really admirable, and it has truly achieved the ultimate in the inheritance of the torch...

Hearing the cries all around, a trace of sadness flashed in Zhang Kun's eyes... How could he not remember the revenge of his death after receiving the grace of passing the sword from you?
This cause and effect, I took it!
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The sign of Meihua Boxing Gym has been removed.

Because of the death, in addition to the three major boxing masters, even the owner of the gym, Mr. Yuan Da, also died.

Most of the disciples have the intention to go.

The only remaining Anjin disciple, Zhong Wenli, is not a qualified person who knows how to run a boxing gym.

His prestige was not convincing, so the court became much colder.

The so-called tree falls and hozen scatter, that's it.

It's no wonder people's hearts are complicated.

No, when the funeral was held, even some old friends who had a good relationship on weekdays came and left in a hurry.There is no mention of how to revive the Meihua Boxing Gym.

Just silently bowed, worshiped, and left.

Nor does it mean to share a common hatred with them.

Seeing it in his eyes, Zhang Kun lamented the warmth and coldness of human nature, but didn't say much.

He came here to calm down the situation, so as not to cause trouble.

Although Mr. Yuanda valued him, he had to pass on a sword technique, after all he was considered an outsider, he had no position to win over his disciples, and to revive the prestige of Plum Blossom Fist.

In fact, he can't even fight plum blossom boxing.

Seeing that it was getting late, Zhang Kun was planning to go back to the medical hall, when a large group of people hurried past in front of the Meihua boxing gym.

These people have strong feet and strong voices.

Obviously a martial artist.

The short-breasted man with a sword in front of him urged him as he walked: "Hurry up, you won't see the challenge if you go late, and that foreigner doesn't know what he thinks. In two days, he couldn't even pick three martial arts escorts." Still not satisfied, he went all out to join the Yuanshun Escort, and wanted to take down the Great Swordsman Wang Wu, he was really daring."

"Who's to say it's not... Fifth Master is famous in the capital, and a big sword is unstoppable by gods and ghosts. Although the foreigner is tyrannical, he only relies on his physical strength to hurt others. It is impossible to win against Fifth Master. "

"It's hard to say. When the foreigners challenged Mr. Yuanda of the Plum Blossom Boxing Gym, no one said that the foreigners were overestimated. They only relied on the crude Western fighting methods to try to compete with Master Huajin. Bring shame on yourself, what's the result?"

Someone immediately sang the opposite tune.

"I don't know how that foreigner practiced. He trained his whole body to be as hard as iron and steel. Mr. Yuan Da's combination of hardness and softness can't beat him at all. Even Grandmaster Yuan drew a knife in his hand, When it was cut on his body, there were only a few bloodstains, and the skin was not cut. Could it be that the plum blossom boxing is really a show, but it looks good and can't kill the enemy?"

These people walked hurriedly, and while talking, they admired the foreigner Andre very much, and then suspected that the plum blossom boxing could not be used.

This is the embarrassment of all schools and schools of boxing.

Things are made because of people, and things are bad because of people.

Once someone is defeated in the ring, people in the world will suspect that this boxing technique is just a trick to coax children.

Not only here, but also in another world.

At that time, martial arts basically became dance.It has become a joke among the common people in the streets and alleys and after dinner.

Speaking of being invincible in the world, it's all bullshit when fighting.

For decades, they have been rubbed against their buttocks by the boxing methods of various countries, and no one has carried the banner of martial arts.

Is this the pot of martial arts?
No, people can't...

In Zhang Kun's view, boxing does not distinguish between north and south, east and west, but people.

Whether it is strong or not depends not on boxing skills, but on people who are practicing martial arts...

If you can't practice well and only know the surface, that's not inheritance, it's humiliation.

For future generations, even if they were given a set of immortal techniques to practice, what would be the use?Still can't beat people.

'So, this is the true intention of Mr. Yuanda, holding his last breath, to go to my Baicao Hall to pass on the Wuyun Plum Blossom Knife. '

The future generations are unworthy, no matter how much you practice plum blossom boxing, you may end up being bullied by Western and Eastern people.At that time, that would be the real insult to the patriarch and make him feel ashamed.

(End of this chapter)