The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 72
The whole hall was silent, and a needle could be heard.

Wang Wu's words are so deafening, like iron hitting a golden bell, like a single word, it brings thunder and thunder outside the house, shaking the roof tiles.

The martial arts masters in the house were silent and their expressions were different. Outside the house, the representatives of the three religions and nine streams and the Green Forest Merchant Gang also listened silently, their eyes widened.

The face of the sneaky novelist turned red, his blood boiled, he tremblingly picked up the half-drinked tea, moistened his dry throat, listened intently, and wrote like flying.

The touching tune in the building seemed to come to an abrupt end because of this.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, their hearts trembled, and they lost their minds.

"I am a warrior, and so are you. We have fought and killed, wielding knives and guns for a lifetime, but in the end the world has changed. The power of swords and soldiers is no match for foreign guns and artillery."

Wang Wu held up his empty sleeve on the right, without any expression on his face, he said slowly: "I'm not afraid of your jokes when I say it, I lost this arm when foreigners entered Beijing."

He looked at his fellow martial artists in the north again, and then said slowly: "Not only me, but also the Yanqingmen, Yingclawmen, Daihangmen, and Dashengmen. Many masters from various schools in the north have been killed or injured; It is said that only three or two people died at the gunpoint of foreigners, and they lost their incense, which made Wang very heartbroken..."

Wang Wu turned his gaze around the hall, looked at Gong Baotian, and said, "Also the Eight Trigrams Sect also lost a master. That person's surname is Yin, and you all know who it is."

Speaking of Yin Fu, Gong Baotian, who had been sitting still and never opened his mouth even when he was squeezed by others, suddenly twitched his cheek muscles, raised his eyes, and met Wang Wu's sincere tiger eyes, with a trembling heart.

Ding Lianshan also seemed to have lost the casualness of talking and laughing before, and seemed to want to hear clearly.

Someone outside the house asked curiously, "Wang Wuye, didn't the gossip master die under the sword of Lord Chen?"

Wang Wu was silent for a few seconds, and said loudly: "He was trying to save someone, and finally he left with my disciple's knife."

Hearing this, Gong Baotian's figure shook violently, his eyes closed, and the corners of his eyes were moist, but was quickly wiped away by Gong Ruomei in his arms; Ding Lianshan also lowered his eyelids, lowered his head, and hid his expression and five senses in the shadows , no joy or anger.

Master Master, a mentor is like a father.

Among the disciples of the same school, the two of them are still regarded as the most valued by Master Yin, who have acquired what they have learned throughout their life and taught them all.

When they first heard of Yin Fu's tragic death, the two of them were also furious and wanted to kill, but after thinking about it for a moment, they felt strange, especially when they saw the corpse, so they had to bear the pain in their hearts and suppress the pain of losing a teacher.

As for right and wrong, who is right and who is wrong, can't be said in one word.

In the temple, it is like walking on thin ice, so what can the leader of the fourth-rank guards do? In Wumen, he is the top of the sky, but in the eyes of those big men, he is just a dog, as humble as an ant, and if he is not careful, he will inevitably end up in eternal doom.

Temples are not rivers and lakes.

Jump in, everything is doomed.

That's all for me, but I still have to worry about family members, relatives and friends, brothers and sisters, how can I do what others want.

People in the arena involuntarily.

The corners of Cheng Tinghua's eyes were red, he took the words suddenly, and said in a deep voice, "I, my family member of the gossip sect, will tell you about this matter. My senior brother was seriously injured by dozens of foreign guns, so he drew the knife and committed suicide." kill."

The northern and southern martial arts were surprised when they heard this statement, but they were also puzzled.

Chen Zhuo's eyelids trembled, his saber eyes drooped, he pressed Gu Yu's hand, and took over the words, "That's right, Master Yin used my knife to kill dozens of foreigners and save more than [-] people. Most of them were women, children, old and young, who were dragged down, fought hard with their seriously injured bodies, and fought fiercely with a foreign gun team before they fell, and they lived up to the name of the master."

Wang Wu sighed, "From now on, I, Wang Wu, admire him."

Another person asked, "Then why did you borrow Mr. Chen's knife?"

Chen Zhuo saw Wang Wuchao nodding his head in a signal, and pondered for a while, then asked without answering, "I don't know, seniors, if one day I asked you to choose a way to die, would you be shot to death by a foreigner or stabbed to death by a martial artist? Which would you choose?"

An old man from the north was playing with a cloisonne snuff bottle in his hand, smelling the smell of the mouth of the pot, he laughed generously and said, "Even if I was drowned in urine, I would never die under a foreign gun." .”

This man has a thin figure, his facial features reveal the vitality of a mature man, his neck is long and braided, he sits half-slanted and half-up, with his legs crossed, he is the third master of the Yanzimen who came to help him.

Chen Zhuo sat on the grand teacher's chair, with complicated eyes and a flat tone: "At that time, I only thought of Master Yin to protect my face and the face of the Bagua Sect. Now I have experienced many twists and turns, and I have learned a lot. Looking back, I suddenly realized that , He didn’t do it for himself.”

"He said a word before he died. He said, 'No matter how good your kung fu is, you will still be no match for foreign guns'. At that time, I thought he was saying hateful words in desolation, but until I recalled that he supported himself and died in the I fell under the saber and realized just now that Uncle Yin does not want to destroy the martial arts thoughts on himself."

"A generation of grand masters died under foreign guns. The achievements of a lifetime are no match for a bullet. If it is passed on, will the later generations still be willing to learn Kung Fu? Thousands of years of martial arts, how many things disappear in the blink of an eye, how many people and how many sects have to be destroyed think?"

"Okay! Well said! Old Ghost Yin is also seeking benevolence and deserving benevolence, and he has fulfilled himself. My swallow, Li San, will toast him!"

Li Sanye has gray hair and stubble on his forehead. His old face, which was full of vicissitudes and vicissitudes, is now tense and serious, and his wrinkles are flattened. His eyes are shining brightly. He patted his thigh and took the wine cup beside him , Self-pouring and drinking, drank a cup.

In the full house, many comrades from the Wumen in the north expressed a lot of emotion and mixed feelings.

The grievances and grievances in the past seemed to be relieved one by one with a sigh.

Chen Zhuo said genuinely with feeling: "We in Wumen value face, we have to show face in everything, and hide it in a cover, but zoom in, we are both warriors and Chinese, do we still have face to talk about? The inside is also What? Uncle Yin drew his sword and killed himself, which has already answered my question."

He breathed heavily, squinted his sword eyes, and continued: "Even if kung fu is no match for foreign guns and is doomed to decline, it must be passed on. Boxing kung fu is face, and the heart you practice is your heart. You can lose with fists and feet, but you can't let go of your heart." , Foreign guns are powerful, they can kill people, they can see blood, and they can't break our hearts."

He suddenly asked in a soft voice: "There are north and south in boxing, could it be that the breath we practiced can also be divided into north and south?"

Although the voice is soft, it is like thunder on the ground.

Everyone was moved when they heard it.

A few disciples of the Yin faction outside the house burst into tears, holding Yin Fu's tablet in their arms. They originally wanted to seek justice here, but after hearing such words, it seemed that nothing was important anymore.

"A person lives with one breath, and when he stops breathing, he dies; if he breathes short, that's called useless breath. If he can't live or die, it's better to stop breathing; if he breathes long enough, he can exhale and raise his eyebrows, and live happily."

It was Su Can who spoke.

The seniority of the old man is extremely high, and there is a young man who looks a bit carefree sitting beside him.

However, this man looked unrefined, but he was full of spirit. He wore an ordinary black robe and had a handsome face. He didn't look like a warrior full of people, but more like a scholar. His brows were full of elegance, and he held a black gold iron fan in his hand.

A southern boxer shouted: "Don't underestimate us. When the country is in crisis, why come from the north and the south? We warriors don't understand many principles, but we still have blood to shed."

"Not bad!"

"Extremely!"

……

"Wang Wuye might as well speak bluntly, but what about this matter?"

Someone outside the house spoke with a high-pitched voice, as if they couldn't wait any longer.

"Could it be that the northern and southern martial arts are integrated?"

"It's a real blessing."

"That's right, Fifth Lord Wang, let's talk about the meaning of the 'Shenzhou League'? The old man can't help but want to drink a few cups. If he happens to be lucky in his life, he will die without regret."

"Wang Wuye, you said earlier that you were going to do something big. I don't know what it is?"

……

Wang Wuyi waved his hand, and the hustle and bustle stopped immediately. He looked around the eager and excited crowd, his eyes were in a trance, and his tone was complicated: "One person's words can only be conveyed to you after all, and they are scattered several feet away. This matter is hard to come by quickly, but...with all the heroes and heroes, Wang believes that even if we are separated by thousands of miles, one day, someone will be able to put our thoughts and ideas into practice, so that there will be no barriers between the north and the south , into one breath."

Someone outside was in a hurry, and it was the novelist, "Wang Wuye, why is this? Since you started the matter, it is natural that you should have contributed to this feat. Why leave it to the latecomers?"

"That's right, Lord Wu, why don't you go out yourself?"

"Wang Wuye, could it be that you are not sure about getting out of the big thing you did?"

"I heard that Wang Wuye and Senior Li have already set up graves in the north. Could it be that they have the heart to die?"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Seeing the people discussing, Wang Wu's eyes were wide open, and he raised a banner with one arm. He was full of quack spirit, with cold and murderous intent in his eyes, and a high-spirited fighting spirit, but he said with a flat smile: "We thought that martial arts would decline, so we can only finally In the countryside, with the rest of my life, I don't want to see enemies in the north, so I have to take advantage of my vigor and blood, and then go to the battlefield of the world to compete with them."

He shook the banner in his hand, pulled out his voice, and the majestic voice echoed in the room, "So, Wang wants to put up a banner here, as a thought, let the masters from the north and the south here, Shenzhou Juyi, Blood is an alliance, so the north and the south are united, it is for..."

"Shenzhou League!"

(End of this chapter)