I want to embrace the moon for nine days

Chapter 102 Five-wheel King Kong, one sword holding up the sky

The sky is bright, the universe is clear, the mountains and rivers are clear, and the flowers and plants are bright.

After Zhang Shuwei and Li Chaoyang separated from Su Hanshan, they hid for a day according to their prior plan, and began to change their route on the next morning to try to escape the encirclement.

When they first set out on the road, they moved very carefully and could detect traces of the activities of a large number of gang disciples in the mountains and fields.

But three poles after the sun rose, bursts of sharp iron whistles suddenly sounded in the mountains, echoing each other from afar, spreading throughout the mountains and plains.

The movements of those gang disciples patrolling quickly became sparse and seemed to have gone away from them.

Zhang and Li knew that this was Su Hanshan's action and it had already produced results. Although they were worried, they knew better that they should not let down such an opportunity, so they went on their way without saying a word.

However, even if Kuang Gutang orders these local gangs to temporarily shrink and evacuate the most dangerous areas, it is impossible to allow them to retreat too far.

If Zhang Shuwei and the two of them rush to the outermost area, they will probably run into big trouble, so this route choice will test their minds.

With Li Chaoyang, a young man who was familiar with the terrain, and Zhang Shuwei, an old man who knew the subtleties of the situation, he finally wandered around in half a day without encountering any enemies.

Around noon, they had arrived near Lingyin Temple.

Lingyin Temple, backed by the North Peak and facing Feilai Peak, was built in the first year of Xianhe in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. It is a famous ancient temple in Lin'an.

During the Zhenzong and Renzong periods of the Song Dynasty, many rewards were given to Lingyin Temple. After the Song Dynasty moved south, several generations of emperors from the Zhao family often came to Lingyin Temple to offer incense.

The current emperor specially changed the name of the original Mahavira Hall in Lingyin Temple to "Juehuang Hall" and also gave it the words "Miaozhuangyan Domain".

The people from Kuanggutang can easily drive away the tourists who come to the peak. In recent days, they have been monopolizing the peak, but they have not acted rashly against the pilgrims from Lingyin Temple.

They just sent people to set up an ambush and fortification a few miles outside Lingyin Temple. Now that they had transferred a large number of people, the ambush they set was far from rigorous enough, so they were successfully bypassed by Zhang and Li.

"Finally got around."

Li Chaoyang felt relieved when he saw the outline of Lingyin Temple in front of him and the noisy scene of the small market outside the temple.

When they arrived at a place like this, he and Zhang Shuwei would be less likely to be noticed if they blended in with the crowd. They could even disguise themselves as pilgrims and enter Lin'an City openly.

Zhang Shuwei had already cut off his beard and dyed his hair black. He looked like a short-bearded man in his prime. He walked on the flat dirt road and listened to the sounds of vendors on both sides, and felt a little more at ease.

In Lin'an City, literati, dignitaries, and family members often visited Lingyin Temple. The vendors would gather here to form a market, which is why they took a fancy to this.

Therefore, most of the things they sell claim to have something to do with Lingyin Temple. The most common ones are various pendants and ornaments. Some are carved with the outline of Bodhisattva and Arhat, and some are just carved with a swastika on a small stone. The workmanship is very rough. , but some people really like to buy it.

There are also those selling sachets, incense sticks, prayer flags, and vegetarian dishes, all kinds of things, full of fragrance.

Li Chaoyang was in the prime of life and had a strong appetite. After eating dry food and plain water for a long time, he couldn't help but feel a little moved when he smelled the aroma and looked at a shop selling steamed buns.

There are many people buying steamed buns there, packed in oil paper, and most of them just leave after buying. The store is small and there is no place for people to sit and taste.

But there was an old man in Ge Yi with gray hair, holding a basket of vegetarian buns, and he just stood there and started eating.

When Li Chaoyang saw this man, for some reason, he suddenly felt a very close feeling in his heart, as if he was seeing the most loving elder, a relative connected by blood.

"Stop!"

Zhang Shuwei grabbed his shoulder and a deep voice reached his ears.

Li Chaoyang came back to his senses and was shocked. Only then did he realize that he had walked towards the old man unknowingly.

Now the distance between the two is less than two feet.

"Brother Shuwei, after so many years of separation, your style remains as good as before."

The old man Ge Yi turned around, revealing a face like an old immortal.

His eyebrows are thick and long, gray due to old age, the tail of his eyebrows is drooped, his eyes are clear, the smile lines at the corners of his eyes are deep, his teeth are neat, and his goatee is soft and clean.

However, Zhang Shuwei sneered: "Zheng Dao, the master of the hall in Kuanggu Hall, wearing coarse clothes and eating plain buns here is a bit too pretentious."

"Brother, you misunderstood me."

Zheng Dao was still eating the buns when he spoke. While chewing in his mouth, he didn't know how he could utter such clear words.

"In order to invite my brother back as a guest, I led my people to stay on Feilai Peak for many days. The food had to be carried up from the bottom of the mountain. The food made people frown."

"I guessed that my brother was going to visit here today, so I rushed over to meet him. I smelled the aroma of the freshly baked buns, and I really liked them. I couldn't help but eat a few first."

While the two old men were talking, Li Chaoyang's whole body tensed up, his hand grasped the hilt of the sword in the bag behind his back, and he was alert to his surroundings.

However, he found that there were no more people from Kuang Gutang around.

On the contrary, the pedestrians who were originally close to this place naturally stayed away from this place. Even the owner of the bun shop walked out with a confused look on his face.

Several stalls nearby were all empty, and none of the goods had been taken away. Such a strange sight did not attract the slightest attention from others.

Zhang Shuwei also noticed such a thing, and his voice suddenly became a little heavier: "You did it?!"

"not yet."

There was a regret on Zheng Dao's face, "When we were young, you said that although this set of martial arts was my adventure, but I insisted on practicing this skill, and if I want to reach the master level in the future, I'm afraid I have to go through the process of tempering my brain. The path is a hundred times more dangerous than tempering the internal organs."

"I didn't believe it back then. I thought you were jealous. It's only after you've been stuck at this point all these years that you regret it."

Zhang Shuwei's face became more relaxed: "Yes, if you succeed, it will not only affect these people, but also I will be taken away by you silently."

"Although your martial arts skills are not good, your vision is really high. You are more than ten years ahead of me. My martial arts skills and the Prime Minister's longevity skills are in urgent need of people like me to join. You have to be sincere and try your best."

Zheng Dao finished eating the buns, smiled, and spread his right hand to the side, "Look, I know you don't like to involve innocent people, so I asked them all to leave. When I met you, I only tried to persuade you, which shows my sincerity. .”

"I also know that you don't like the way we have done things over the years. After you follow me to the Prime Minister's Mansion, if you really achieve results, you can also use it as a bargaining chip to exchange with us to make us restrain our subordinates or even change our stance. It’s not impossible.”

Uncle Zhang was slightly moved: "Is this really so?"

Zheng Daoli replied: "The promise we made together with the Prime Minister is still false?"

Uncle Zhang pinched his beard slightly and pondered in silence.

Zheng Dao was still smiling in anticipation at first, but gradually his smile faded.

Because on this dirt road with the sun shining high, Zhang Shuwei was like a wooden stake, motionless and without even raising his eyes.

The wind blew and everything was quiet.

Li Chaoyang's forehead was covered with sweat, not only because he was nervous, but also because his whole body had been tense for too long and he was a little tired.

He secretly looked at Zhang Shuwei next to him, but Zhang Shuwei still didn't move.

"Brother."

Zheng Dao laughed again, his eyes narrowed, "Why don't you go back with me first, and you can think about it slowly."

Zhang Shuwei finally moved, stroking his beard, rubbing the corners of his eyes, stroking his eyebrows, pointing to his nose, and said, "What do you think I look like?"

"When you are young, a jade tree stands in the wind; when you grow old, you are elegant and meaningful."

Zheng Dao praised him, "He has a handsome appearance and a talented person."

Uncle Zhang smiled brightly: "Then do you think I am a fool?"

Zheng Dao sighed: "I regard my brother as a truly smart person. As the saying goes, a gentleman does not stand behind dangerous walls. A truly smart person will not only avoid danger himself, but will also take into account the lives of the young people around him."

Uncle Zhang said calmly: "Tiger and wolf people are bloodthirsty and greedy by nature. Even if they occasionally restrain themselves, it is not to become a vegetarian, but just to be more unscrupulous in the future. I don't want to help the tiger."

Zheng Dao sincerely advised: "It's better to be hypocritical and accept the consequences."

"I know that your methods are beyond imagination. If I take one step back, can I still hold on to the second and third steps?"

Zhang Shuwei said seriously, "The reason why I retired back then was because I was afraid, afraid of your methods, afraid of people like you, I was really, really afraid!"

"If you were really afraid enough, you wouldn't come out. But if you were really too afraid of betrayal, you would kill yourself if you saw me. It seems that you are still more afraid of death."

As Zheng Dao was talking, Hongran sighed, "If I had known earlier that you were no longer a hard-nosed person, why would I have talked so much nonsense to you? If I had captured you and taken you back, I wouldn't have been afraid of your disobedience!"

Before he finished speaking, the bamboo cage in his hand was thrown forward, and a strange and loud sound suddenly appeared in the air.

What Li Chaoyang saw in his eyes was not a steamer basket flying towards him, but a thick, pure, golden Sanskrit round wheel that could resonate with his body and mind, rotating horizontally, constantly amplifying, and moving towards him in translation.

"Look at the sword!!!"

Li Chaoyang suddenly shouted, drew his sword and slashed.

Facing the golden Brahma Wheel, which weighed as much as [-] kilograms, he felt that he would not be able to draw the sword if he did not scream.

But his sword cut through the air.

Although he thought he could "see" it so clearly that he could even feel the strong wind on his face caused by the rotation of the giant wheel, the steamer was not actually flying towards him at all.

Instead, Zhang Shuwei next to him let out a low shout and slapped both palms on the steamer.

When the steamer was shattered, Zhang Shuwei was shaken all over.

He did not step back, but all the silver needles, pills, medicine bottles, and money hidden in the lining of the outer robe shattered, pierced the clothes, and shot out.

Li Chaoyang didn't expect it, and the Tianzong Sword turned rapidly in his palm. Although most of the fragments were blocked, a few broken copper coins and broken silver were still shot at him, causing him to vomit blood and stagger a few steps.

Fortunately, Baiyun's Drunken Immortal Pill was given to Su Hanshan, otherwise Zhang Shuwei would have fallen into a coma when the bottle of pill shattered on his body just now.

But Zhang Shuwei felt much more uncomfortable than falling asleep.

He felt that the more than 200 bones in his body were like parts of a bronze bell. They had been struck just now and were still trembling with lingering sounds. His ears were buzzing and he was shocked.

Although Zheng Dao has not yet successfully tempered his brain and reached the master level, he obviously already possesses extraordinary brain and spiritual power.

Being able to disperse the people around them unconsciously and not notice what is going on here, being able to shake the minds of Zhang Shuwei and Li Chaoyang, and putting huge pressure on them are all manifestations of this kind of spiritual power.

Zhang Shuwei had just used the Taoist doctor's method of fasting his heart. His appearance was like wood and stone, and his heart was like stagnant water. He pretended to delay, testing the bottom line of the other party's tolerance, and also to get rid of the influence on himself.

And I hope that Zheng Dao's mental and mental strength will be significantly damaged if he maintains this state for a long time.

But the move he made just now was both physically and mentally perfect, and his mind and energy were unified, and it was extremely wonderful.

Both the spirit and the internal strength are strong and unpredictable, and it is impossible to tell whether there has been any damage.

"follow me!"

Zheng Dao grabbed it with his bare hands, and an invisible force gathered from the air, locked Zhang Shuwei's whole body, and pulled him over.

"Turtle son! Where are you going?!"

Outside the market, there was a sudden loud shout.

Along with this sound, a thick sword energy broke through the earth, like a boat breaking through the water, and the dust raised was pushed to both sides.

The sword energy hit Zhang Shuwei's back.

Uncle Zhang's body was not damaged at all, but he felt that his limbs were loosened and his feet were on the ground. The energy that trapped him had been knocked away by this sword energy.

People who practice swordsmanship all over the world are all pursuing sharpness and sharpness when developing their sword energy.There are only a handful of swords like this that are chaotic and edgeless, and can hit people without hurting them.

In addition to the violent shouting just now, Li Chaoyang, who was vomiting blood, had already screamed before he saw anyone.

"Master Situ!"

A figure flew past his head with a "whoosh" and landed like a stubborn rock, with dust flying and his legs motionless.

With his back to Zhang and Li, he faced Zheng Dao.

This man has messy hair and short beard, black clothes and yellow robes, and a yellow bandage on his head. He looks fierce, and has many old scars and thick calluses on his hands.

He is not tall, only five feet tall, which is a head shorter than Li Chaoyang and Zhang Shuwei.

But the sword he carried on his shoulder seemed to be five feet long, as wide as a palm, an inch thick, and the handle was a foot and a half long. It was dark, heavy and bladeless.

"Situ Zhongxia!"

Zheng Dao frowned, twisted his fingers together, and clenched them into fists, "Didn't you return to the Bashu sword pavilion and take over the position of leader? You are a powerful leader, but you like to come back and be Li Qiumian's lackey?"

"You are a son of a bitch. I am a hero. Heroes cherish heroes. You son of a bitch, die!"

Although Situ Zhongxia was not tall, he was like fire and his voice was like thunder. He said a few words like a barrage and then raised his sword to kill.

He was only five feet tall, but with this move of his sword, he seemed to turn into a ten-foot giant.

When the sword struck down, it shattered the air and shocked the sky, with a dull thunderous sound, as if there was a landslide.

Zheng Dao's face moved, and the tail of his drooping eyebrows suddenly rose, and his angry eyebrows entered his temples, making people ignore his age for an instant, as if he saw a Vajra rising from the ground, pinching the seal, making a fist seal, and punching away.

The master of this vast ancient hall actually fought against the black iron sword that weighed a hundred kilograms and was powerful enough to fight with his bare hands.

when! ! !
The place where the two collided suddenly sunk in, and the soil moved downwards, squeezing around.

There are no cracks in the pit, but there are cracks spreading outward on the edge of the pit.

Then three feet to the east, four feet to the west, and six feet to the southwest, several stones broke out of the ground and bounced into the air.

I don't know what year or month these stones were buried under the solid road. They were aroused by the force of their feet, broke through the soil layers of different depths, and jumped up.

Most people in the world know that Zheng Dao, the master of the Kuanggu Hall, is famous for his unique skill, which is called the Five-wheel Diamond Fist.

But the original name of the skill he acquired through a chance encounter that year should be called "Seven Wheels of Brahma and I'm Seal".

In the martial arts classics of Tianzhu Kingdom, it is believed that there are seven most important hubs for the movement of human body's vitality, which are called seven wheels.

From bottom to top, they are the root chakra, abdominal chakra, navel chakra, heart chakra, throat chakra, forehead chakra, and crown chakra.

The seven-round Brahma-Self Seal assumes that through practice, people can experience the fullness of the seven rounds and have the supreme experience and mysterious power of "the unity of Brahman and self."

But the founder of that martial art actually only practiced to the fourth round. He only made an outline of the next three realms. It's hard to say how many deviations and omissions there are.

Zheng Dao was able to practice to the fifth round and even have a glimpse of a higher realm, but he still relied on Zhao Lizong's guidance, the martial arts classics of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and his own speculation.

His boxing technique not only contains the essence of Tianzhu martial arts, but also incorporates the mystery of the Wutai Mountain Zhenzhen sect's magical "Vajra Wheel Seal of Majesty".

Cultivate the Brahma within and form the Vajra on the outside. Every time a fist is punched, the enemy can feel two layers of power.

One layer is hard and untouchable, crushing the body and mind, and one layer is endless, diluting the mind.

When the black iron sword collided with his fist, the sword stood upright and shot into the air.

Situ Zhongxia shot up from the ground like an iron pea, chasing the big sword, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and shouted loudly.

"One sword lifts the sky!!"

Zheng Dao's figure transformed into three figures, a blur. When the big sword struck down, he punched once with the left and once with the right, and then fired both fists together, hitting the sword head-on.

This time the sword did not fly into the air, but instead spun directly and flew backwards.

Situ Zhongxia somehow managed to let go of the long sword again, and after letting go, he chased after him. After grabbing the hilt of the sword, his figure spun around and raised the sword to the sky.

It turns out that he always deliberately loosened his palms at the moment of collision, when fighting against the opponent's first level of fist strength, and most of the force was borne by the black iron sword.

The impact of the second level of punch force was half in the air and half on the sword body, and the impact on Situ Zhongxia himself was reduced to the extreme.

This method of sword control is like walking a tightrope over a volcano.

But Situ Zhongxia was a master of art and bold, his timing was impeccable, there was no trace of nervousness on his face, and his demeanor was even more brave.

The sword was originally centered on the middle of the sword body and rotated like a disc. Now, when he held the sword, it pointed straight into the sky, with the ridge of the sword spine as the central axis, rotating like a drill.

"One sword lifts the sky!!!"

Another sword reaching the sky.

But this time, even Zheng Dao didn't dare to catch the sword that was smashed down like a drill, so he had to retreat.

As soon as he retreated, a strange spiritual force field that covered all directions and penetrated all directions was shaken immediately.

Situ Zhongxia's sword, which looked like it was going to tear the earth apart, suddenly bounced up when it just touched the ground, and he thrust the sword straight.

There was only a hole the size of a bowl left on the ground. When he stepped out, he stepped on the edge of the hole and used his strength to move forward, making his momentum even stronger.

Zheng Dao hit the tip of the sword with a punch, and Situ Zhongxia pushed his sword away, holding the sword against his fists.

Boom! ! !
There was another loud sound like a big bell, and the two figures left four ravines on the ground and slid back.

The mental force field that enveloped the surroundings was completely broken. There seemed to be no change in the surroundings, and the tone of all the scenery seemed to be a bit cooler.

Zhang Shuwei suddenly understood. No wonder Zheng Dao couldn't see any loss before.

It turned out that he had laid an invisible circle around him. Regardless of the spirit or the aura of internal power, it only went around and around in this circle, adhering to a kind of martial arts artistic conception like a mandala.

After Situ Zhongxia arrived, he raised his sword to the sky and his sword to the sky, finally breaking the barrier.

The chief guest of Fuyao Mountain has a huge advantage, and the head of Bashu Jiange is as powerful as a rainbow.

Zheng Dao's face also became extremely solemn, and he formed seals with his hands in front of him, changing his mind three times in an instant, calming his breath and concentrating his skills.

"Okay, it seems that your swordsmanship and swordsmanship have improved again. Your advancement is really no slower than mine!"

Situ Zhongxia made a sound like a long whale, raised his sword with one hand, and his momentum became more intense, shouting: "You are really powerful, come again!"

The two faced each other, their robes rising and falling more and more, and their hair flipping and flying.

The two people were obviously standing opposite each other, but their hair was blowing back, making it difficult to understand the wind direction in this place for a while.

In fact, this was because their momentum came back after the collision in the open space, causing the hair and clothes to blow.

If either party's robe no longer moves backwards, but forwards, it proves that the momentum of the other party has a flaw, and it will be a moment of decisive victory.

Zhang Shuwei and Li Chaoyang were unable to intervene at the moment and could only watch intently.

After a while, Uncle Zhang's pupils trembled slightly. Although his expression remained unchanged, his fingers could not help but curl up.

Li Chaoyang's hand holding the sword became tighter, and his knuckles turned white.

Because they all saw that there were seven wet marks on Situ Zhongxia's clothes on his back.

It should be sweat oozing from the seven acupuncture points on the back, but judging from the color, it must be mixed with some blood.

Zhang Shuwei looked along the traces of the seven acupuncture points and found that they lead to Situ Zhongxia's right arm, and he understood clearly in his heart.

In order to break through the colorless but powerful five-wheel barrier, Situ Zhongxia had to reverse the force on the sword and forcefully pull it back between the lightning and flint.

In order to complete this change in time, the seven acupuncture points and meridians on his right arm and back have suffered internal injuries.

But Situ Zhongxia's swordsmanship has always been based on his right hand, and his left hand is only a supplement. Now that his right arm is injured, the next blow that will determine the victory or defeat, isn't it...

Uncle Zhang's heart sank slightly, but he didn't dare to show anything on his face, because he knew very well how keen his old friend was.

Li Chaoyang also knew this, and he also knew that he was not experienced enough, so when he realized something was wrong, he suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, spit out an extra mouthful of blood, and concealed his expression by lowering his head.

At this moment, a long roar came from the mountain in front of Lingyin Temple.

"Fly! Come! Feng!!!"

This long roar, full of energy, full of power, flying with divine will, passed through the sea of ​​clouds and came down through the mountains and forests.

Not only can people hear the three words in the whistle clearly, they can even be heard.That's the sound of a young man.

Li Chaoyang raised his head in surprise, his mind was spinning, he summoned all his strength and roared.

"Brother Su!!!"

After he shouted, he felt severe pain in his throat and lost his voice.

But the sound spread for miles, and those around Lingyin Temple, who were no longer affected by the barrier at this moment, all noticed it.

Since the people on the mountain have such superb skills, they must have heard this sound.

Zheng Dao raised his eyes and his expression suddenly tightened.

Su?That Su Hanshan!
Lao San and the elites of the Seven Factions have already gone to stop him. How could he reach Feilai Peak with all his strength? !

Are there any reinforcements...

In the blink of an eye, with a thought, Situ Zhongxia's hair on his temples and the corners of his clothes all floated forward, his expression was extremely focused, and his sword force shot out.

But there was a dull loud noise, dust was like waves, and where the Black Iron Sword was swung down, pillars of earth exploded and spread forward.

The strong energy from the opposite side rolled away from the body and turned the waves of earth into dust all over the sky.

When Situ Zhongxia swept away the dust haze with his sword, the figure opposite him had disappeared.

"Hahahaha, turtle son!"

Situ Zhongxia couldn't stop laughing and scolded him seven times before turning around happily.

But the moment he turned around, he couldn't hold back the smile on his face, and the blood couldn't stop oozing from his mouth. He swallowed hard, and walked to Li Chaoyang's side with swift steps.

"Is that your new friend on the mountain just now? OK, let's go meet him!"

Situ Zhongxia's voice was bold and he raised the Black Iron Sword to the ground.

Zhang Shuwei and Li Chaoyang heard "ant voice transmission" in their ears.

"I failed to break through to Grandmaster last month and lost [-]% of my foundation. Hurry up and join the people on the mountain, otherwise I won't be able to hold on anymore!"

　I recommend a book that has a lot of martial arts elements. The author has written several books before and is probably better at fast pace.

　　Friends who like that type can check it out!
　　


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