I, the son of Yang Guo, abducted Zhang Sanfeng across the heavens

Chapter 20

"It's not necessary."

Zhang Sanfeng refused, "There are too many people, but it's hard to do it. Brother Bai and others will attract the attention of the Tartars, and I can do the robbery of the Dharma field by myself!"

"Yo yo yo, 'I can do it alone'." Yang Gui taunted Zhang Sanfeng mercilessly, "Why do you feel that my martial arts are top-notch, alas, I don't know who just sent me flying with a random sword."

"Old Yang, do you really want to be big by the Taoist master!?" Zhang Sanfeng patted his tattered Taoist robe, and rushed forward to fight Yang Gui desperately.

It was only at this time that Bai Zhentong and the others came to their senses, and they hurried up to hold Zhang Sanfeng together: "The Taoist priest, forget it. They are all our own people."

"Hmph!" Zhang Sanfeng stopped now, "Today I'm just giving you face..."

Yang Gui was still yelling at the side: "Don't, you let him come, I will give them panda eyes again, let this bull-nosed man remember the panda!"

Bai Zhentong and the others looked at Yang Gui's strange expression, and thought that this son of the Western Madman might have something wrong with his brain. He obviously wears a Taoist bun, and calls himself a Taoist sea turtle, but calls other Taoist priests Niubi. Isn't this the same as a monk calling someone a bald donkey or a black man calling someone a beast?

Yang Gui said that I don't care about you. The monks in the Xiaoao Jianghu scolded the monks of Shaolin Temple as bald donkeys. If the monks can do it, why can't I do it?
"Yang Gui, grandson thief!"

Zhang Sanfeng's eyeballs are all red, is it true that he has exposed someone's fault?I can do it too!
"You son of a tortoise, Daoist wants you to recall the tortoise!"

"Panda Panda Panda!"

"Turtle, turtle, turtle!"

"Those who ride on horses, eat my Aurora Divine Wind Claw!"

"Taste my tiger claw hands too!"

"Sin! Alas, it's the fate of working overtime."

Seeing the two of them fighting, Bai Zhentong covered his face in pain, "Let's go, brothers, come in with me to improve the plan, including the Taoist priest."

"Huh...huh...Old Zhang, your physical strength is really good."

After fighting for an hour, Yang Gui and Zhang Sanfeng were both lying in the yard panting.

Zhang Sanfeng was also very tired, but he pretended to be calm, "Nonsense, I told you to play less of those fancy special effects long ago. Look at your ten thousand swords, what the hell, a dozen swords add up to deal the damage of two or three swords, but the consumption is the consumption of ten swords."

"You know what a fart, you need to use different martial arts to deal with different people. I use this specifically to clear soldiers."

Yang Gui is really not talking nonsense, this is his exploration of Dugu Nine Swords, a single player may not be good at it, but if it is about Qingbing, it is definitely first-rate.

In this day and age, it is often necessary to face a small army of Tartars. Compared with using the Dugu Nine Swords directly with a long sword, it is obvious that although this kind of consumption is not small, the special effect sword technique is more powerful in terms of attack range and flexibility.

"You will be useless sooner or later if you go on like this." Zhang Sanfeng was heartbroken, "Wait until you become a trash at the level of a Taoist."

What Zhang Sanfeng said is indeed reasonable. If too much energy is involved in these flashy martial arts, even his own vision and strength will be reduced. In actual combat, it is not bad to use [-]% or [-]% of [-]% of his strength. If things go on like this, it can be said that he is self-destructing the Great Wall.

But Yang Gui only needs to practice once a day, and he can increase the proficiency that others may not be able to achieve after practicing for a long time. For special effects, he only needs to come up with an idea, as long as it can be recorded on the panel, he can just improve the proficiency.

This is a path exclusively for hanging walls, of course Zhang Sanfeng can't understand it.

"But I'm still very pleased." Zhang Sanfeng looked at Yang Gui with the feeling that a father among college roommates looks at his son. "I didn't expect you to choose to become a Taoist priest in the end. This shows that I have a great influence on you. As the big brother in your life, I am very relieved!"

Yang Gui also had nothing to say. When he and Zhang Sanfeng studied "God" back then, he found that it was easier to grow "God" by digging out of religion. Being a Taoist priest is not a monk.From this point of view, he was indeed influenced by Zhang Sanfeng when he became a Taoist priest.

I heard Zhang Sanfeng continue to say: "But is it necessary for you to be so close to your real name when you choose your Taoist name, old turtle?"

"Oh shit!?"

Yang Gui was furious, and punched Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Sanfeng threw his fist aside with a casual palm, "It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, Taoist Haigui didn't call you?"

Yang Gui was discouraged: "I can't help it. I challenged all the way back then, and then practiced in the place where my father used to be a master of martial arts by the East Sea. Finally, with Ouyang Feng's retrograde meridian, the acupuncture points of the Nine Yin Manual, and hard qigong, he created a body-protecting magical skill."

"It's just magical skills, are you screaming about magical skills?" Zhang Sanfeng expressed disdain, I don't even have magical skills, how dare you call your own martial arts magical skills?
Indeed, in Jin Yong's world view, Beiming Divine Art, Jiuyin Divine Art, Jiuyang Divine Art, and Arhat Demon Subduing Magical Arts, which dare to be called "magic skills", are not the supreme magical arts. Even the famous parallel Zixia Divine Art can resist the cold true energy that even the star-absorbing Dafa can't hold.

"Hey, if you're still not convinced, let me tell you, my kung fu doesn't need active luck, it works on its own all the time, it can't be cut by ordinary swords, hard hits with blunt weapons, or air-split palms, it will automatically slide away, less than [-]% of the power is left on the body, and I also specialize in defending acupuncture points."

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Yang Gui as if looking at a god: "Really?"

"of course."

Yang Gui was also depressed. He sat cross-legged for too long when he practiced the kung fu, and his body's true energy dissipated. He even attracted a huge turtle of unknown age to stay by his side. Thinking that this kung fu can also prevent various types of acupressure, it is similar to Gongsun Oolong's.

Yang Gui, who wears the turtle's invincible body protection skills, didn't realize that it seemed to conflict with his own name until the name of "Sea Turtle Taoist" was passed down from generation to generation in the East China Sea.

But it was too late.After all, things like congratulations are given to you by others, so how can you seal yourself a goat? Yang Gui doesn't know how to make eight-step layups.

"That's fine." Zhang Sanfeng also felt relieved, "I'm afraid you will die in this robbery. If you don't have any skills, I'm really afraid that you will die here."

"Pull it down, I should be worried about you."

Yang Gui despises this kind of knight-errant who only relies on his muscles in everything. "How long have you been here? Have you collected information? Have you studied the retreat route? Have you stepped on it? Will you know which door you go out and which door you enter? Is it clear which direction the court will open? Do you know when to fire guns, when to throw cards, and when to execute?"

"Ah... ah, I... abaaba..."

Zhang Sanfeng was speechless, "So you know?"

Yang Gui was full of confidence, "Of course, I heard that they planned to kill Wen Tianxiang with my own ears in the imperial study. That Zhang Gui was still there to show his loyalty to the emperor. The last general, Zhang Gui, was willing to burn his head with smoking and drinking for the Yuan Dynasty. In the end, the emperor sent Boyan to arrest him? Hahahaha..."

"Submit." Zhang Sanfeng never gave up on the ten weaker Bai Zhentong, and it was precisely because of Bai Zhentong's thoughtful strategy and brains that he was good at making plans. Since Yang Gui also had this brain, he could save his troubles.

After all, it is well known that Wudang's sloppy Taoist doesn't care about trivial matters. He is not stupid, but he really can't figure out this kind of calculation.

At this moment, Bai Zhentong came out, holding a stack of papers filled with calligraphy and drawings.

"Zhang Daochang, Yang Shaoxia, you see, we will be like this, like this..."

three days later.

"Old Zhang, do you think we can do it?"

Yang Gui pretended to be relaxed, but there was still a hint of worry in his eyes.

Zhang Sanfeng held the real martial arts sword in one hand, looking sloppy, "Don't worry, mere Tartars, what are you afraid of, I beat 8000 of them by myself!"

Yang Gui ignored him, and the two walked towards the execution ground.

It was very lively outside the Meridian Gate, people from half of the city came, and even more people from other places.Some people simply wanted to see how a big man like Prime Minister Wen died, while others had another purpose like Yang Gui and others.

Outside the Meridian Gate, a Fatai was set up high, and Boyan and Zhang Gui had already sat down on the main seats, looking down.

"Lord Boyan, Wen Tianxiang has a lot to do with him. Someone will come to rob the court today. Has the army been dispatched?" Zhang Gui asked.

Boyan was a burly Mongolian giant, about two meters and two meters tall, with a purple and blue face, a square mouth and a wide face, showing his vigor.

Back then when Yang Gui saw the strong Mongolian man Bo Luoxiu next to Taoist Baishang, he thought he was already a great strong man, but if Bo Luoxiu was placed next to Boyan, he would look like a little chicken.

"Hmph, Zhang Gui, do you still need your reminder to dispatch the army horses?" Boyan didn't take Zhang Gui's rarity into consideration at all, and snorted casually, "What kind of bullshit is the Central Plains martial arts, a group of rebels, who can stop my Mongolian cavalry? The truth is still young, otherwise Yang Guo would be dead, how could he murder the Khan?"

Boyan's wisdom is superior to others, and he is superb in planning with troops.Unified 20 troops to attack Song Dynasty, such as unified people.The capture of Lin'an and the capture of Emperor Song Gong and Empress Dowager Xie returned to the north, can be described as sweeping the world.But he didn't expect that because of Zhang Gui's words, he would lead troops to guard against several rangers, which was an insult to him.

"Yes, yes, what your lord said is true." Zhang Gui cursed inwardly, not daring to show it at all on his face. He was full of flattery, but when he turned around, his face was full of impatience, and he shouted: "Hurry up and bring the traitor Wen Tianxiang! Waiting for the traitor to rob the prison and return to prison?" This dog face changed so quickly that the ancestor of Sichuan opera had to kneel down and call out.

Yang Gui and Zhang Sanfeng saw a thin middle-aged man being dragged to the high platform. His hair was disheveled and his face was haggard, but his eyes were shining brightly, his face was fearless, and his whole body was full of righteousness, which was awe-inspiring.Yuan Bing kicked him from behind and knelt on the ground, and said, "My lords, Wen Tianxiang is here, and he has been verified to be upright!"

Zhang Gui looked at Boyan flatteringly. "My lord, it's time for surgery."

Boyan waved his hand impatiently, Zhang Gui nodded, pulled out a stick and threw it down, "Chop!"

Next to them, there were messengers shouting one after another: "Cut!~"

The voice spread far away, and everyone in the audience was shocked.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The soul chasing cannon rang three times, and the executioner sprayed a sip of wine on the Ghost Head Knife, and was about to slash it down, suddenly felt as if it was getting dark, and then felt a strong wind blowing against his face.

"boom!"

A loud sound louder than the soul chasing cannon came from the stage.

(End of this chapter)