Fu Shifeng

Chapter 211 Listen to the Rain Sword Come Out
"The Jianghuai border is really not peaceful. I will be assassinated even if I go whoring or sleeping in the city. It seems that it's time for a serious rectification."

Cheng Sanwu shook his shoulders, threw away the prostitute beside him, stood up slowly with his sword between his fingers, stared at Zhang Jida, and also glanced at several knights in black around him.

The knights were frightened by Cheng Sanwu's momentum, and for a moment they were panicked and in a dilemma.

Zhang Jida was still somewhat clear-headed, so he shouted in a deep voice: "Do it!"

At the same time as he shouted, he exerted all his strength, twisted the sword edge, and burst out with energy. He broke free from the grip of Cheng Sanwu's two fingers, and the sword energy rushed towards his face like a dense spring rain.

At this moment, Cheng Sanwu was unarmed and without a piece of clothing. He moved his palms quickly in front of him. As he stepped back, the Gang Qi condensed into a thick wall, as if sealed, blocking the dense sword Qi. He pushed out with a backhand palm, like a flood. The tide breaks out of the embankment!

Faced with such a surging palm power, Zhang Jida's hair stood on end, and he had no choice but to duck and let the palm power pass by, splitting the embroidered square table in the room into pieces.

"This is..."The Nine Bases of Kanyuan"!"

The moment Cheng Sanwu took out his palm, the surrounding atmosphere condensed, almost suffocating.Zhang Jida is particularly familiar with this kind of palm technique. He was lucky enough to save his life, but it left a huge shadow in his heart.

"You know what you're doing." Cheng Sanwu laughed. Before he could step forward to counterattack, two men on the left and right came with swords to kill him.

The four of them attacked the key positions on the upper, middle and lower routes respectively, but Cheng Sanwu did not take any defensive position at all. He held his arms in vain, and the Gang Qi was like a ball, which affected the surrounding airflow and caused the curtains and gauze tents to fly and swing.

What's even more amazing is that Cheng Sanwu has a thorough understanding of the four people's offensive walking. Before the sharp edge is added, as the arms are spread out to the wings, the backflow of air roars out, like a giant in the sea rising up with great power and roaring with anger. waves.

The four people on the left and right were swept away by the force of the palm and their bodies were tilted. They stepped on the floor and stepped back one after another, and the aura in their bodies was also chaotic.

The moment Cheng Sanwu took out his palm, he keenly sensed a hidden weapon coming from outside, without even the slightest sound of breaking the wind.

Fortunately, the Gang Qi circulated all over the body without any flaws, and the hidden weapon was blocked several inches away from the body.

With a glance, there were actually more than ten sharp steel needles, glowing with an ominous dark green luster under the candlelight, which were obviously highly poisonous.All these steel needles were shot towards Cheng Sanwu's acupuncture points. If they hit, not to mention the poisonous effects, just the steel needles entering the body would probably destroy most of his martial arts.

Cheng Sanwu snorted coldly, his energy surged, and the steel needle flew back, but before he could hear the screams of pain from outside, another strong assassin broke in through the window, carrying two melon hammers, and rushed towards Cheng Sanwu. .

The weight of these two melon hammers is heavy, and the hammer heads are several times larger than the bones in the army. Those who are not physically strong cannot use them, as they may injure their own muscles and bones.

Before the melon hammer arrives, the whistling wind carries violent and violent air pressure on the door above. Even the steel and iron bones can be smashed into a puddle of minced meat. It is really a matter of being injured or dying.

Cheng Sanwu did not take the blow hard, but turned to avoid a few hammers. Seeing the opponent's flaw, he raised his Yuan and moved his palms. A stream of swirling energy flowed from his palms to his fingers, landing on the shoulder of the hammer-wielding assassin like a needle.

It seemed like a light finger, but it contained the powerful power of the Po Feng Melon Hammer. The assassin swayed, and a muffled grunt came from under the mask, but he refused to retreat. He twisted his waist, swung the Melon Hammer and threw it at Cheng Sanwu. .

The power of this throw is enough to penetrate the city gate directly, and within a short distance, Cheng Sanwu is almost unable to avoid it, let alone forcefully intercept it.

Seeing the melon hammer coming to crush his skull, Cheng Sanwu's eyes flashed with light, his naked body glowed with fire, and his speed suddenly accelerated. Flames spurted from the orifices around his body, pushing his body to dodge.

I saw the melon hammer shattering an afterimage of fire, crashing through the wall with an unstoppable momentum, and flying out of the outdoors. I don’t know how far it flew. When it hit the ground, there was a continuous shattering sound, followed immediately by the sharp sounds of men and women. Yelling, it must have affected other guests in Hongxiuzhao.

"wrong!"

Zhang Jida ignored the accident caused by his companion. He looked at Cheng Sanwu's body inflammation flow and immediately shouted: "You are not Fan Zhongming! Who are you?"

Cheng Sanwu put his arms on his hips and straightened his chest, making no secret of his majestic physique: "I am Lord Zhaoyang of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. You gang of traitors are assassinating me at night. How dare you yell at me?"

At this time, other knights also realized that this person was definitely not the Fan Zhongming who had caused trouble to countless women. The physical and qi energy displayed by Cheng Sanwu was completely different from him.

"Why do you use the palm skills of "Kanyuan Nine Bases"?" Zhang Jida asked again.

When the two sides fought, the palm moves and power movements used by Cheng Sanwu were very similar to those in "Kanyuan Nine Bases", but they did not have the unique performance of inducing water vapor in the surrounding area.

"Can you care?" Cheng Sanwu has never read "The Nine Bases of Kanyuan". After Fan Zhongming died, the original martial arts classic was taken away by Yinlongsi. Of course, he didn't know the unique method in it.

But in the life-and-death fight with Fan Zhongming, Cheng Sanwu himself had endured several powerful moves from "Kanyuan Nine Bases", and he already knew how to use his strength to execute the moves.

And if Cheng Sanwu didn't use the Xuanmai Kung Fu, but used the Taotie evil power, he could still perfectly reproduce "The Nine Bases of Kanyuan", even better than Fan Zhongming himself.

If Cheng Sanwu and Afu both practice "Liuhe Yuanzhang" to great perfection in the future, and both achieve Liuhe Zhenqi, they may also be able to use it to perform "Kanyuan Nine Bases".But by that time, "The Nine Bases of Kanyuan" was no longer considered a brilliant martial arts.

"This is about a deep grudge in the Jianghuai martial arts world. It is not our fault, but I would like to ask you to explain the situation." Zhang Jida held his sword and clasped his fists. He had already concluded that the person in front of him was definitely not Fan Zhongming.

But in this case, the assassination of the officials of the Ministry of Internal Affairs has become a huge disaster, not to mention their own group, I am afraid that the Jianghuai Wulin will also suffer.

"Did you make a mistake?" Cheng Sanwu also lost his temper: "You assassinate someone at night, release the scent, and if you can't beat him, you say you have the wrong person. How can there be such a truth in the world?"

Zhang Jida was about to reply when suddenly two figures broke through the window and fell into the house, falling to the ground.They were also masked and dressed in black, and they were the two knights who had just placed hidden weapons outside the house.

At this time, the windows and doors of the upper room were opened wide at the same time, and a dozen of the hanging eaves soldiers headed by Qin Wangshu, each holding a short-handed crossbow, quickly surrounded a group of assassins.

"Put down your weapons and capture us without any help!" Qin Wangshu shouted coldly.

Zhang Jida looked around and watched Cheng Sanwu put on his clothes slowly. Then he realized that the current assassination had been discovered by the other party, and that he had been too contemptuous of the Ministry of Internal Affairs in the past.

"What? You still want to resist?" Cheng Sanwu looked at Zhang Jida and others, and flexed his wrist: "If you really want to take action, I will accompany you to the end, because I'm afraid the situation will not be easy to clean up. People's red-sleeved moves are a place for fun, and they are everywhere. It’s blood, but it doesn’t look good after all.”

Zhang Jida's heart sank to the bottom. He saw that Cheng Sanwu had never tried his best from the beginning to the end.He and his team have been training hard for many years in order to avenge their hatred. They originally wanted to work together to surround and kill Fan Zhongming, but now it is difficult to gain the upper hand against Cheng Sanwu. If the fight continues, they will probably be completely killed or injured.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of forcing the situation to a dead end, Zhang Jida thought carefully and dropped the sword in his hand. The other assassins saw this and could only do it despite their unwillingness.Qin Wangshu ordered his people to collect all the weapons. Cheng Sanwu pointed to the prostitutes on the couch behind him and said, "Take them somewhere else."

After the hanging people left with the prostitutes, Cheng Sanwu was left alone to confront Zhang Jida and others in the messy room.

"Aren't you still willing to take off your mask?" Cheng Sanwu asked as he sat down.

Hearing this, Zhang Jida motioned to the left and right, and together they took off the black cloth covering their faces. Then they raised their hands and said, "I'm going to Zhang Jida from Tingyu Tower in Gusu. These are all fellow martial arts practitioners from the Jianghuai area."

Cheng Sanwu's expression was calm, a bit contemptuous: "Tingyulou? I've never heard of it."

Zhang Jida felt vaguely unhappy and was about to explain when a woman's voice came from above:

"Zhuo Jian leans against the sky and roars into the sky. After drinking from a bottle, he listens to the rain and sleeps. Tingyulou swordsmanship emphasizes being unruly and unconventional. Why do the contemporary successors behave like this? It is really detrimental to the character."

A Fu descended gracefully and appeared in front of everyone. Even though she had the appearance of a blue-eyed orchids, her demeanor was aloof and scornful. No one would regard her as a prostitute with red sleeves.

"It's ridiculous." Zhang Jida was secretly shocked. The group of people who just arrived at least came after the battle, but from the moment he entered the room, he never noticed that there were others hiding on the roof. This shows the cultivation level of this blue-eyed orchids. high.

"Your Excellency... you are quite knowledgeable in our swordsmanship." Although Zhang Jida was not sure, he vaguely felt that the woman in front of him had an inhuman aura.

Although it is rare for evil spirits to be sneaky in Jiangnan, they occasionally appear in front of people.Zhang Jida suspected that the blue-eyed Orchid was a monster in human form, with a long lifespan, and judging from her tone, it seemed that she was very familiar with the people who came from Tingyulou.

"Even though Zhang Zhi was not very good at swordsmanship back then, he never bullied the enemy with more numbers, let alone walking at night in black clothes and acting sneakily." Afu sneered, "As for people like you, who give up when they encounter a strong enemy. But the sword is even more mediocre and incompetent."

To a martial artist, these words spoken face to face were no different than an insult. Zhang Jida shrugged his shoulders and gritted his teeth and said, "Did you come here specifically to humiliate Zhang?"

"I don't have that kind of elegance." Afu said mercilessly: "I just feel sad for Zhang Zhi. It's just that the descendants have not learned the essence of swordsmanship, but they are still such stupid people, easily deceived and incited by others. "

Zhang Jida's face was ugly, but he did not dare to argue casually. The other party's words seemed to treat the founder of Tingyulou as a junior child, which shows his high seniority.

This kind of old monster cannot be provoked. Zhang Jida could only bow and said: "Please forgive me for being blind. I don't know who the senior is."

"Didn't Gu Lianshan tell you?" Afu smiled slightly.

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Jida couldn't hide the surprise on his face. The other knights on the left and right looked at him, and someone blurted out:

"Gu Lianshan? Gu Lianshan, the man who swept across Jiangdong and defeated eight hundred armies by himself? Is this man still alive?"

Hearing this kind of praise used by martial arts people to praise their reputation, Afu couldn't help but laugh: "It seems that you led the martial arts fellows on the assassination, and you didn't tell them the source of the news."

"Senior's eyes are as bright as a torch. Zhang admits his defeat." Zhang Jida said fiercely: "Just tell me what you want to do with us!"

Afu suppressed her smile, glanced sideways with her green eyes, and said in a cold tone: "If I am willing, I can raise my hand to destroy everyone in Tingyu Tower. Just for trying to assassinate the emissary of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the masters behind you will suffer. It was a devastating disaster, and the female family members were sold into slavery, and they were not even qualified to sell laughter in the red sleeves!"

Zhang Jida and the knights were breathing heavily, and could faintly hear uncontrollable trembling in their breath. Huge fear enveloped their bodies, but they couldn't even resist.

"So, don't show off in front of me." Afu sat next to Cheng Sanwu, folded her legs and crossed her arms: "You answer whatever I ask. Do you understand?"

"Yes..." Only then did Zhang Jida realize that he had not had the courage to abandon everything.

"Then let me ask again, was Gu Lianshan the one who informed Lord Zhaoyang of the Ministry of Internal Affairs when he came to Jiangdu City?" Afu asked.

Zhang Jida nodded helplessly: "Yes, he mentioned in his words that Lord Zhaoyang, the chamberlain, has great palm skills... and is a very seductive woman, so we mistakenly thought it was Fan Zhongming, our former enemy."

Afu glanced at Cheng Sanwu, and he grinned and said: "It's hard to say whether my palm skills are advanced, but I am indeed quite lustful. I just didn't expect that fat pig to like this one too. He is so fat. , I guess you won’t like women, right?”

"He wanted to attack me at first." Afu smiled delicately.

"You definitely don't like that fat pig."

"Yes, it's ugly as hell, and the women who fall into his hands often end up miserable."

Listening to the two people's words, they seemed to regard Fan Zhongming as a dead person. Zhang Jida couldn't help but ask: "Then Thief Fan...how is he doing now?"

Cheng Sanwu spread his hands and said, "I should have died a long time ago. I'm so cold."

Zhang Jida's expression changed, and all the knights looked at each other, looking at Cheng Sanwu as if to get to the bottom of it.

Seeing them like this, Cheng Sanwu immediately became elated, as if he wanted to show off, and started dancing:

"You haven't seen how insidious that guy is. While I was fighting with a crazy old man with only half my life left, he led a group of people to surround him. And even though he is fat as a ball, his movement skills are very fast. It’s weird, I didn’t react in time at first, and I got slapped so hard that my bones were broken, and the force of the palms penetrated into my internal organs, which was so painful that I almost fainted.”

Zhang Jida was absolutely sure now. Fan Zhongming's "Nine Bases of Kanyuan" was famous for its extremely fast movement and powerful palm power. Many masters in Jianghuai Wulin were killed by such powerful palm power.It would be impossible to describe this unless I had personal experience of fighting against him.

"But...hehe!" Cheng Sanwu said with a smile: "That fat pig is no match for me after all, and the "Kanyuan Nine Bases" he practiced is not authentic. I took advantage of his lack of energy and killed him directly. Knock him down and chop off his head with a knife!”

Everyone watched Cheng Sanwu gesticulating back and forth with different expressions and thoughts, and Afu couldn't help but laugh.

On the contrary, Zhang Jida's expression changed, as if he had made up his mind, he suddenly knelt down on one knee, cupped his hands and made a fist: "My benefactor, you have eliminated a great harm to Jianghuai Wulin like us, please accept my prayers!"

(End of this chapter)