The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 351 The reasons for the decline of martial arts in later generations
"Kill...kill Hu Ling?"

Hearing these three words, every one of the Jianghu people present was excited, their lips trembled, and they almost collapsed on the ground, as if they were afraid of snakes and scorpions.

Even masters like Yan Fei lost their fright and changed their expressions when they heard this.

These three words have created countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the past. Millions of Hu people died. Their heads piled up like mountains. The sky was darkened by the killing, and the sun and the moon were dim.

Now he wants to rise again?

"Looking for death, who are you? How dare you make such nonsense?"

Outside the Demon City, although there was a saying that "the law will not be passed on to the Hu people", there are still many men and women of foreign races who heard the news and came. Most of these people cling to Wu Hu. Now that Fu Jian's army is approaching, they are all fearless. On the contrary, It means to respond.

When they heard the "Kill Hu Order", these people were naturally furious and their eyes were red.

The hatred between Hu and Han is irreconcilable.

The moment someone opened his mouth, he had already made his move. The sword flashed out, like a silver vase being released, and like a round moon chopping down in the sky. However, as soon as the sword flash was halfway through, before everyone could react, the expression on the man's face froze. The long knife broke from it, and it went straight, and even scratched the neck of the person holding the knife.

Before it hit the ground, the corpse had already split into two pieces, and its momentum continued unabated. A rain of blood fell in the air before it fell to the ground.

Everything happened very quickly. When everyone came back to their senses and focused their eyes, they saw that the mysterious man in a cloak was slowly withdrawing his right hand.

Just now, with just a snap of his fingers, a ray of energy passed through the air like a sharp blade.

"Ah! Heavenly Demon Magic?"

After all, there are still old Jianghu. Seeing such evil methods, some people couldn't help but exclaim.

Everyone's expression changed.

"what?"

"This is the magic of the Demon Sect!"

"Demon Gate?"

Until the old man in the world spoke solemnly again, repeating it word for word, everyone was in an uproar. The weak ones were already panicking and retreating, their faces turned pale.

Ever since Dong Zhongshu "deposed hundreds of schools of thought and only respected Confucianism," all religions, sects, schools, and forces in the world have suffered heavy losses. Buddhism and Taoism are exceptions based on their strong foundations, but the rest of the hundreds of schools are Struggling to survive in the cracks, it was not until the "Tian Mo" integrated the essence of hundreds of schools of thought to create the "Tian Mo Strategy" that the "Devil Sect" became the world's most powerful one.

However, decades ago, the "Evil Emperor" Mo Yiming, the leader of the "Evil Sect", was hunted down after Ran Min lost power and died, and his whereabouts were unknown. The "Demon Sect" also withdrew from the torrent of troubled times and disappeared.

But now, how can we not be surprised that the "Great Magic of Heavenly Demon" has reappeared in the human world?

"who are you?"

Several foreign men and women who were quarreling just now have no confidence now, just because the Kung Fu accomplished by Ran Min, the "King of Martial Arts", is the "Tianma Dafa", and he is respected in the "Demon Sect".

When they thought of that unparalleled murderer, several people couldn't help but feel a kind of fear originating from their souls.

"Good boy, now that my lord is about to march south, you dare to say 'kill Hu'. With this courage, I will leave your body intact, hahaha!"

"what!"

……

A loud roar of laughter suddenly came from the distance.

Dozens of brave light cavalry galloped in from the horizon, approaching menacingly. They were all wrapped in leather armor, carrying swords and bows, and carrying quivers on their backs. They were all fierce and elite soldiers, and they were all from the Hu tribe.

In the splashing dust, the cloak flew like clouds of fire, and the fierceness was imminent.

The leader was a strong man with dark and rough skin. He carried a black iron spear, had narrow eyes, and was as cunning as a wolf. His red upper body was smeared with blood to create strange totems. There was a circle of bone-polished bone chains around his neck. The evil spirit poured into the sky.

But the most surprising thing is that there are human heads strung up on the backs of these dozens of horses, and they are dragged until they are bloody and bloody.

"I am a general of Xianbei, begging for the benevolence of the country. Boy, do you dare to declare your name!"

The big man spoke in Chinese, and although his accent was stiff, it had the penetrating power of a roaring wolf or a chirping eagle, which stirred people's hearts like a strike from gold and iron.

Chen Zhuo glanced at the heads. There were men and women, old and weak, all of them were Han Chinese.

He controlled Ran Min's body with his thoughts and slowly lifted the hood of his cloak.

Under the gaze of everyone, as the hood fell down, the originally restless people suddenly became much quieter.

Looking at the cold and hard face covered by half of the iron mask, the almost demonic body, the rock-like muscle outline, and the lonely eyes that are [-]% black and [-]% white, some people are already shaking like chaff, their eyes are shaking. The legs swayed and moved back.

The wind and dust stirred up, leaving me alone.

Someone swallowed hard, opened his mouth wide, pointed at Chen Zhuo, and said "ah ah" in his mouth, but he couldn't speak, but his eyes were full of shock and fear, as if he saw a ghost.

There are also many Jianghu people who are still young. They don't know why, but they just feel that the atmosphere is weird, their chests feel tight, and they feel flustered for no reason.

Seeing this face, the terrifying sense of oppression in everyone's hearts finally reached its peak.

"Ah, you are... you are... Ran Min..."

In the crowd, it was the old man who spoke, his tone was trembling, his whole body was trembling, and he fell to the ground, pointing at Chen Zhuo and being horrified.

"Ran Min?"

"Is he Ran Min?"

"King Wu Dao?"

……

Everyone felt their heartbeats stop at this moment.

Ran Min.

Some people say that this name is a sinner through the ages, others say that it is an immortal evil god, and some people say that it preserved the blood of the Han Dynasty and prevented the Han people from annihilating their clan. There are mixed reviews and both merits and demerits.

But this man should have died decades ago, so why is he so close now?

Don't speak, don't speak.

Looking at the cavalry coming straight towards him, Chen Zhuo stretched out his long, crystal-clear right hand from under his cloak. With one palm raised, a sinister and unparalleled sword energy bloomed in his palm, and he strode forward to meet it.

The energy of the sword was condensed but not dissipated. When Chen Zhuo took a step forward, he struck out with his sword. A line of blood appeared on the necks of the men and women of the foreign race who had spoken before, and they died on the spot.

"It is indeed...the Demonic Blade!"

The sun is setting and the setting sun is like blood.

In the afterglow that dyed the earth red, Ran Min's stalwart body seemed to stretch infinitely between heaven and earth with the evil spirit and unparalleled sword energy, standing between heaven and earth, filling everyone's field of vision.

Qifu Guoren's narrow eyes suddenly tightened, and the look in his eyes became even more stern. He thrust his spear and slapped the horse's butt. He leaned on the horse's back. The man and the horse merged into one, turning into a sharp shadow, like an arrow from a string, shooting straight at the horse. The one who steps forward to greet you.

"kill!"

"Rush!"

Dozens of elite cavalry soldiers followed behind him, roaring loudly and shaking the sky, and the sound of trampling horse hooves made the earth rumble.Seeing that the two sides were getting closer and closer, Chen Zhuo made a move with his sword, and the sword energy in his hand suddenly surged. He jumped into the air, and the moment he was in the air, he turned around and slashed out with his sword.

The force of the sword swept across thousands of troops, and the dozens of knights suddenly saw a flash of light flashing past their eyes, and the clamor rising between the sky and the earth was cut into two sections, silently separated.

Before anyone could react, Chen Zhuo put away his sword and put his hand down, the battle was over.

When the cavalry formation entered again, someone suddenly heard someone exclaim: "Look at their chests!"

Everyone looked at it intently and gasped. Those people on Gein's horse had no life left and were already dead.

And suddenly the leather armor on their chests was broken, and blood blossomed one by one, gushing out in a thin and shocking manner.

A horizontal slash covered almost everyone.

Qifu Guoren was still charging with his spear, but suddenly he felt something was wrong. The next moment, the spear in front of him was cut off, and a ferocious knife edge appeared on his chest. Severe pain increased, and blood arrows hit his face. His originally arrogant expression changed first. He was shocked, then horrified, and then turned around and ran away without looking back, leaving no trace of his soul.

Without looking at the expressions of the people behind him, Chen Zhuo followed Qi Fu Guoren in front and drifted away.

Dozens of riders behind him followed the forward momentum and drove out another section, only to see sections of their bodies slip and fall to the ground, leaving only the war horses holding the lower body of the rider and pacing in place.

"It's incredible. This is a big deal. King Wu Dao has reappeared, and the world may be in chaos."

"Is he going north? I heard that Fu Jian's army has already set off. Is he planning to fight a million-strong army on his own?"

……

It wasn't until Chen Zhuo disappeared that everyone heaved a sigh of relief and started talking, their expressions changing from the previous fear to excitement. The eyes, ears and eyes of all the forces were also rushing back to spread the shocking news.

Dusk fell.

The howling wind swept across the wilderness, bringing with it bursts of ghostly sobs, rolling up phosphorus fire, and revealing the corpses underneath.

White bones cover the plain, and ghost fire fills the world.

Chen Zhuo walked and stopped along the way, his pace was not fast and slow, looking at the corpses along the way, his eyes seemed to be like will-o'-the-wisps.

"How long are you going to follow me?"

He suddenly stopped and his eyes fell on an exposed rock. Two corpses, one large and one small, were huddled there. They were somewhat scattered and might have been eaten by some wild beasts.

Of course, Chen Zhuo would not speak to the dead. Not long after he spoke, a figure flashed out of the dusk behind him.

It was Yan Fei.

Yan Fei said neither humble nor arrogantly: "My lord, Yan Fei, I have met my senior!"

Chen Zhuo did not raise his head to look at him, but raised his finger and waved, a wisp of sword energy flew by, shattering the rock and burying two withered bones.

He said without looking back: "Follow me again and we will reach the north."

Yan Fei exhaled softly, looked at the shuddering figure in front of him, and simply said: "Senior, you must never do the killing of Hu Ling again."

Chen Zhuo finally turned his gaze, glanced at the other party, and then said lightly: "Hypocrisy!"

Yan Fei smiled bitterly when he heard this, thinking that he had done a lot of chivalrous and righteous deeds in his career, but the word "hypocrisy" still came up first.

After Chen Zhuo buried the bones, he set off again, with Yan Fei hot on his heels, urging him in a solemn voice: "Senior, what happened in the past has long been a thing of the past. Now that you are an outsider, why do you need to cause trouble again and be so carefree and happy?" Isn’t it best? Besides, there are also good-hearted people among the Hu people. Back then, the Hu people suffered millions of casualties..."

He spoke quickly, urgently, and a little nervously.

Chen Zhuo nodded, as if not denying what the other party said, and said softly: "Boy, no one understands the truth, but if you understand it, it means that everything can comply with the laws and principles. How can there be so many fightings in the world? Those people I think the death of millions of Hu people is a blood debt, but if the Han people die of millions, who should I seek revenge from? Killing people must pay for their lives, and debts must be repaid for money. Even if one life is worth one life, the amount must be paid."

After a pause, Chen Zhuo said what was in his heart: "I just want to wipe out the Hu tribe from now on, exterminate them, kill them, exterminate them, root them out, and leave no one behind."

Faint words, hidden murderous intent.

"Actually, there are a few people who should be killed the most, or to be precise, those sects should be destroyed."

When Yan Fei heard these words, he felt that Chen Zhuo's actions were too ruthless and decisive. He sighed secretly in his heart and didn't know how to dissuade him. He had no choice but to chase after him while raising his luck, and asked: "I wonder what the senior said?"

Chen Zhuo looked at him, and a strange laugh came from under his iron face: "Boy, you have to listen carefully. What I want to destroy are the three religions of Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism, including the Demon Sect!"

Yan Fei was completely confused now. How can the three religions be destroyed? From ancient times to the present, Confucianism and Taoism have been the leaders of hundreds of schools of thought. Most of the world's heroes and masters were born from the two religions; and what's more? As the powerful religions came to the west, Buddhism became more and more prosperous, and Buddhism and Taoism began to compete with each other. The three religions came and went, and they can be said to dominate the world, and the rest were all mediocre people.

Now this man actually said that he wanted to destroy the three religions. This was not only a shocking statement, he also wanted to poke a hole in the capital of heaven.

Yan Fei couldn't understand the last sentence even more. Ran Min came from the "Demon Sect", so how could he destroy the Demon Sect now?

Could it be that people are getting old and living in a daze?

Just when Yan Fei was thinking wildly and his thoughts were confused, Chen Zhuocai added: "What he said is a little wrong. What I want to destroy is the martial arts inheritance of each school. As for the principles of education, of course I have to keep them."

Yan Fei was not aware of the separation between the two of them, he frowned and asked: "Why is this? It is precisely because the martial arts schools are competing for beauty that they can open up the way forward for martial arts, so that heroes emerge in large numbers. If the predecessors have lost the inheritance of several sects, Isn’t it the best martial art in the world?”

Chen Zhuo suddenly let out a long sigh. He also realized a lot of things after walking here again.

Including the Jiazi agreement and the meaning of the words on the stone book.

"Absolute martial arts, breaking the void, the real immortals of the land, endless disasters, limited to Jiazi, decisive battle in the world."

But what really means something is the first six words.

He said quietly: "The world is turbulent, and it seems that it is just a battle for victory and defeat. However, through the dynasties, dynasties have risen and fallen, and kingdoms have changed owners, they cannot escape the shadow of several great religions. Buddhism, Taoism, Demonism, and Confucianism, the four sects are fighting for each other. Is it really just a temporary victory?"

Yan Fei was speechless for a moment. He had never thought about this.

Seeing him frowning and thinking hard, Chen Zhuo uttered two words: "The general trend!"

Yan Fei's eyes lit up: "The general trend?"

The two of them were getting closer and closer, their feet moving as fast as flying.

Chen Zhuo sneered and said: "What is the great trend? The sky is big, the earth is big, and the people are also big. The Lord of the world is the greatest power. No matter how hard it is to win, it will usher in hundreds of years of prosperity; the Taoism of the Western Han Dynasty, and Confucianism and Taoism are worshiped, and hundreds of schools have withered; Mo Yiming, the demon sect, assists Ran Wei, also hoping to seize the power; now the "Maitreya Sect" in the north is assisting Fu Jian, hoping to compete with Confucianism and Taoism in the south... You Tell me, are they the chief culprits in troubled times who are adding fuel to the flames?"

Yan Fei's brows were furrowed, and his face seemed to have little expression, but in fact, his heart was already filled with turmoil, and his mouth was dry.

He had never thought of such an idea, nor did he dare to think of it.

It is really too contrary to Tiangang. Confucianism and Taoism have been deeply rooted in people's hearts since Confucius and Laozi. They have been praised by many famous people in the past dynasties. If this statement is spread, it will be difficult to escape the situation that the world will not tolerate, even if it is destroyed. It's just a martial arts inheritance, but it's also a catastrophe.

Moreover, this is not the destruction of the three religions. I am afraid that even the most powerful sects in the world are unlikely to be exceptions.

Chen Zhuo said quietly: "You are wrong. If one day comes, it will not be that they can't tolerate me, but that I won't be able to tolerate them."

Yan Fei's mind froze, and he realized that the people around him had the ability to read people's thoughts.

But he still pondered for a moment with a solemn expression, and then said very seriously: "Senior's words are too decisive. If it is really like this, I am afraid that martial arts will be depressed in the future and the way forward will be cut off. After more than a thousand years, the world's people may be I don’t know what the inner strength of true energy is…”

Chen Zhuo didn't listen to the rest of the words. He slowly stopped and paused, took a deep look at Yan Fei, then lowered his eyes in trance, his eyelids quivering, as if he had thought of something, and looked up at the sky.

"Could it be that I am the reason for the decline of martial arts in later generations?"

(End of this chapter)