The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 234 Thunder Disaster
Before you know it, it has been several years of cold and heat.

In the past, the wonders of the four seasons in Lin'an City have already become the talk of the common people after dinner.

I think that when the news came out back then, not only the emperor was alarmed, even the "Emperor Master" Ba Shiba and the "Demon Sect" Meng Chixing were said to have appeared in the city, and experts from all walks of life also came here one after another. To get a glimpse of the truth.

Because some Taoists speculate that such weird changes are not some mysterious vision of a country that is about to perish, but that there are supreme masters in the city who are so wonderful that they can comprehend the way of heaven, and their spiritual cultivation is as ancient as it is today. Affecting reality, this change has just happened.

It is not uncommon to talk about the means of reversing the withering prosperity and reversing life and death.

The "Tibetan Wisdom Book" compiled by Nameng Chixing is a miraculous work that transforms spiritual power into matter, transforming the virtual into the real, becoming king and holy.

Ba Shiba's "Spiritual Dafa of Changing Heaven and Earth" is also unique in the world with spiritual cultivation, which can comprehend life and death, glimpse the mysteries of heaven and earth, and flowers bloom and fall with one thought.

However, the flowers bloom for ten miles, but it is unheard of and unseen.

There is even more news that Li Gong, No. 1 "Blood Hand" of the "Magic Gate" in the Central Plains, once encountered an invincible enemy in the Yuewang Temple, and then fled far away from the rivers and lakes, retreating and cultivating, it should be... defeated.

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Lin'an in mid-August.

The scorching sun was in the sky, and on the mountain path covered by cool shade, a burst of singing suddenly sounded.

"Furious, leaning on the railing, resting in the rain; looking up, looking up to the sky and screaming, full of enthusiasm; thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon..."

This person's tone was ups and downs, his steps were shaky, he was slightly drunk, he was a drunken scholar, he was holding a flagon in his hand, his hair was disheveled, his voice was slurred, and his eyes were bleary.

After walking a few steps, the scholar staggered and fell to the ground.

There are also many pilgrims coming and going on the mountain trail, as well as people from the rivers and lakes who have traveled the world.

Seeing this situation, all are silent.

Now in the first year of Deyou, not long after the new emperor ascended the throne, the Yuan soldiers have conquered Anqing and Chizhou, which are the battlegrounds of the military strategists. If there is no accident, this world... is doomed! !
The temple is about to die, but there are other changes in the rivers and lakes, and the undercurrent is raging; it is rumored that the "God of War Illustrated Book" will appear in the Jingyan Palace, and the "Yue Book" of the art of war written by Yue Wumu has become the last hope of everyone. These two books try to turn the tide and go against the general trend.

However, looking around the world, the "Supreme Grandmaster" Ling Donglai has long escaped from the mundane world, and it is hard to find traces. The rest of them are masters. Jingyan Palace already has Yuan soldiers garrisoned, and there is also Sihanfei, the Mongolian emperor who is comparable to Meng Chixing and Bashiba. This man is the younger brother of Kublai Khan. Fight with it.

The scholar was dizzy, until a tall middle-aged man handed over a gourd of sour plum soup to quench his thirst in summer, and gulped down two gulps.

So fucking sour.

The scholar's face turned blue, and he was about to yell and curse, but when he saw the man's aggressive demeanor, he shrank his neck hurriedly, and ran down the mountain in a hurry.

"Ugh!"

The man was dressed in plain clothes, and he laughed a little at seeing it, but he seemed to think of something and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

No one is a person who cares about the country and the people, but this world has broken the hearts of the people all over the world.

He searched all over Lin'an City for traces of that Supreme Grand Master, but he has been wandering around for more than half a month, and he has no clue at all.

On the contrary, the shrine guardian in the "Yuewang Temple" talked about a strange thing that happened back then. A strange man in white clothes with a purple face once pointed to the eaves and asked him if he saw anyone there.

Originally, he was not sure, after all, no one knew whether the Supreme Grand Master really existed, but now it sounds like he can't be wrong.

Li Gong is the head of the "Yinkui Sect". If he says there are people under the eaves, there must be people under the eaves.

I don't think that besides Ling Donglai, there is such an unrivaled expert hidden in the Central Plains Wulin. If he can be invited to help, the chances of winning this "Jingyan Palace" party will be greatly increased.

The middle-aged man also picked up the gourd and took a sip of sour plum soup, his eyes casually glanced at the cliff carvings on one side.

On the ancient stone walls mottled by vicissitudes and covered with blue marks and green moss, there are many handwritings left by tourists and literati; Dusty, gray and old, with drooping eyes and loose hair, he is neither a monk nor a Taoist, very strange.

As he was watching, he swallowed and pursed his lips suddenly, his eyes showed strange colors, and he secretly let out a "huh".

But I saw two words faintly written on the inconspicuous corner of the stone wall. Under the scorching sun, I don't know if my eyes were dazzled, but it actually glowed with splendor.

"Heaven... people..."

The two characters are at the same height, lined up side by side, weathered through wind and rain.

The man's eyes suddenly flashed like lightning, his heart moved, he took a closer look, stretched out his hand to wipe the moss on the stone wall, only to realize that the two characters are not one, one left and one right, and there is a "dao" under the two characters Character.

Heaven!

humane!

The man was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes widened, his mind was shaken, his whole body was full of energy, his hair immediately stirred, his gray clothes bulged, and the startled cicadas fell silent.

After taking a quick look, he could already see that these four characters should be written by two peerless masters.

Because of the different rhymes of the characters, the handwriting of the traces of "Tian Dao" is like flowing clouds and clear wind, ethereal and unpredictable, and people can be seen by their characters.

Could it be Ling Donglai?

He was very excited, and looked at the word "Human Way" again.

The pen and pen are three points into the stone, like a knife chopping an axe, a silver hook and an iron painting, the writing marks are hard and rough, and the edge of the pen is sharp and murderous.And the word "人" seems to have only two strokes, but there is an indomitable spirit coming out of the stone, and the weather is astonishing, and there is also a sense of the world.

If the "Way of Heaven" was left by Ling Donglai, then could it be that the "Way of Humanity" was engraved by the mysterious great master who doesn't know its origin?
The man was inexplicably shocked. Looking at the four-character marks, a bold guess came to his mind.

Could it be that the two met and fought?
It's a pity that there are only stone carvings left, but no one has been seen.

The man sighed endlessly in his heart, but he let out another long breath after thinking about it, and changed his look of loss. After so many years, having this harvest is not a waste of time, and there is nothing extravagant to ask for.

He looked at the four characters on the stone wall again, and his eyes wandered. Although the four characters were just words, they had a hidden charm. He immediately found a bluestone under the shade and sat down, staring closely, as if he wanted to see it from it. Get out of the way.

People on the mountain path come and go, and the sky is getting late in a blink of an eye, and it is already sunset on the western mountain.

As the last ray of sky dimmed, the man got up and wanted to leave.

After tonight, it's time for him to go to the "Jingyan Palace". Several masters have already made an appointment, success or failure depends on one action, whether it is success or failure, but some things must be done by someone.

He walked up to the stone carving, thinking for a long time, but he seemed to be playful, and he raised his finger like a dragon and a snake.

"Ling Duxu is here for a visit!"

This person is actually Ling Duxu, the well-known "King of Qi" in Jianghu, and the "Innate Skill" he has learned is said to have reached the pinnacle.

But he said that just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw the dim stone carving in front of him suddenly brighten up.

The word "Human Way" is like a star in the night sky, or a pinch of ashes on a piece of paper, glowing brilliantly.

Ling Du was stunned for a moment, and his expression changed unconsciously.

Under the radiance of this light, he only felt that everything around his ears and everything around him had gone away, the world was drifting away, and only the stone wall in front of him was the most real.

"This...this is?"

Ling Duxu's pupils dilated.

But seeing the brilliance flowing, it suddenly scattered into golden light all over the sky. Upon closer inspection, the golden light flickered and turned into small characters.

Amazing.

The handwriting changed, flowing like water, and unfolding like a scroll on the stone wall, appearing in front of Ling Duxu's eyes one by one.

Witnessing such a spectacle, Ling Duxu was inexplicably shocked, startled and horrified at first, but he was soon attracted by the myriad of meanings and truths in the sea of ​​immeasurable words, lost his mind, and couldn't extricate himself from it.

In his eyes, if there are infinite handwriting on the stone wall, flickering, constantly changing, it is obscure and difficult to understand, but when he breathed out and his thoughts spread, those handwritings were fixed one by one, and then turned into a miraculous technique, falling into the sky. in the eyes.

"Innate supreme qi!"

"I miss you and care about all the people in the world, this method is for you."

A voice suddenly fell in Ling Duxu's heart.

Ling Duxu woke up suddenly, and when he came back to look again, the sea of ​​immeasurable words was gone, and the stone wall was dark as usual.

But with a thought in his mind, there was indeed an extra article in his mind called "Innate Supreme Stellar Qi", which was actually very consistent with the "Innate Skill" he had learned, and it was even more subtle.

Ling Duxu showed gratitude, and was about to thank him, but when he saw the person who spoke, his heart was shocked again.

There is silence in front of my eyes, and there is no living person.

Could it be a ghost?

Suddenly, his eyes moved, and he turned to look at the lotus platform embedded in the stone wall.

The stone statue remains unchanged.

Thinking about it, Ling Duxu himself also felt absurd. The stone statue in front of him had a thick shell and was covered with moss. It was clearly a dead thing, without any breath; Even if he died of thirst and starvation, even the eminent Buddhist monks who are good at meditation may not be able to do this step.

"Ling Duxu will definitely live up to your lord's expectations. If you can get a glimpse of the God of War catalogue, you should share it with Your Excellency."

Seeing that the mysterious person was unwilling to show up, Ling Duxu cupped his fists in respect, and then retreated.

The mountain path returned to silence.

I don't know how long it has passed, the stone statue's eyelids trembled suddenly, and the dust fell from it, and then opened a pair of deep eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, there was a "click" in the sky, black clouds pressed down like mountains and seas, thunder was faint, and the sky was shocked by electricity, and a sense of suffocation and depression spread invisibly.

"Finally... it's here!"

With a soft sigh and a murmur, the stone statue got up and floated down the mountain.

(End of this chapter)