Comprehensive martial arts: He was in the Jin Kingdom, but he returned to the Southern Song Dynasty

Chapter 10 Wuri Divine Spear
The geography of this world has long been changed beyond recognition, and Zhao Fucheng is simply an unidentifiable city. But generally speaking, it is located in the north of China, with freezing weather. It was originally the territory of the Song Dynasty. It was seized by the Jin soldiers, and the six sons of the Jin Dynasty, King Zhao, were sent to guard it.

Wanyan Honglie had limited martial arts talent and average achievements, but he was a talented person in other aspects.

When he first took over decades ago, Zhaofucheng was originally an important border town with a large number of troops. The city was in dire straits and there were no decent industries. But he was not willing to just be a guard dog. Taking advantage of the easing of relations between the Jin and Song Dynasties, he opened up trade to the Central Plains and launched relevant preferential policies. Many Han merchants came and went.

Businessmen always have spare money in their hands, and they always have to spend it. So brothels, taverns, hotels... and other projects were built. After decades of operation, the city that was originally an iron-blooded city that resisted the Southern Song Dynasty seemed to be stained with the flavor of the south, becoming warm and soft, and the smell of iron and blood was all over the place. Dissipated. Even the songs floating in the city are often southern ditties, and Jurchen singing is rarely seen.

Wanyankang led the team to Yongzheng Street, the most extravagant street in Zhaofu City.

It was already evening, but the streets were still bustling with people, and it was as bright as day. You could see colorful street lights waving around, red and purple cloths swaying, you could hear gentle and sweet songs, and rough and violent songs, even in your nose. You can smell wine, fat powder and fresh fragrance at the same time.

No matter who comes here, the body's several sensory stimulations will reach their limits.

Lu Chen has traveled through time for so long, and with more than ten years of memories from his predecessor, this is the first time he has come to Yongzheng Street.

He looked left and right, dizzy, almost feeling like he had traveled through time and space again, returning to the entertainment street in his previous life, which was somewhat strange and familiar.

Before time travel, he was the person who loved the excitement and lights the most. He spent countless nights staying up all night to waste his youth, and he went in and out of the hospital countless times on weekdays, trying to fix a certain value of some inexplicably small and stingy bastard cells in his body. Tortured by rising and falling.

At the beginning of the time travel, he dreamed for several days and missed the prosperity of his previous life. But today, in front of this unfamiliar familiarity, he felt a little tired and tired. Compared with these, he wanted to return to the broken Taoist temple and continue the boring days of contemplating, meditating, and practicing boxing.

To be honest, Lu Chen has always loved the new and hated the old. He liked marbles when he was a child, novels in junior high school, games in high school, and bars in college. But now martial arts has become the thing he misses the most.

The difference this time was that he thought this would be something he would enjoy for the rest of his life.

The arrival of Wan Yankang's team became an anomaly in the bustling streets. Everything he did attracted attention. Everyone looked at him, but he looked at no one. The guards separated the crowd, like a knife cutting through the solidified lard, and the "lards" also whispered, saying words of envy, exclamation, jealousy, or curiosity.

Lu Chen glanced over and found many Han people, well-dressed and quite extravagant. The golden people around them were very polite to them.

"Wanyan Honglie's methods are good. Regardless of Jin or Song people, everyone likes to enjoy it. There has been no war between the two sides in recent years. In the end, it was him who benefited. It is said that he has always been the most tolerant to the Han people in the Jin Kingdom and has been a lot more lenient. The restrictions have attracted many southern businessmen to invest... Hum, they are only tolerant to the rich Han people, and they don't care if beggars are beaten to death."

Lu Chen thought while walking.

At this moment, the front of the team had stopped, but there was no commotion. From the front, it looked like they had bumped into another team of people.

They were also Wan Yankang's subordinates, and the leader was none other than "Thousand-Hand Men Slaughter Peng Lianhu".

Among the many masters under Wanyan Honglie, he was the only one who had a solid foundation. He was a fierce bandit in Shandong and Shanxi, and he was also a descendant of the Peng family of the Five Tigers. The reason why he gave up and switched here was to seek greater prospects.

He wanted to be an official and get power, but he wanted to be rich even if he couldn't get power, so he was the most obedient to Wan Yankang and became a good dog who rides on the front and on the back of the horse.

The Peng Lianhu of this world comes from the Peng family of the Five Tigers and the Swordsman. In the novel, this is a trap that everyone steps on. He can be called a beggar's version of Bashan Gu Taoist. In fact, he is one of the wealthy families that has been in the world for hundreds of years and has not fallen. one.

Peng Lianhu was not an innate master, but he was at most one or two steps away. Lu Chen was afraid of being found to have martial arts skills, so he lowered his head and hid behind others.

Of course, maybe he overestimated his martial arts, because the short but sinister Peng Lianhu didn't even look at him.

"My young prince, I have brought you all distinguished guests."

Behind Peng Lianhu were many young men and girls dressed as golden men, as well as a large group of slaves and so on, a huge group of people. For them, the prosperity of Zhao Fucheng was also very strange, and they looked around curiously. Wanyankang greeted him with a smile on his face.

"welcome……"

"I have admired you for a long time..."

"Brother Kang..."

The words were all just casual talk, but the attitudes of each other could be seen clearly. Wanyan Honglie was quite powerful and had a bit of face. The governance of Zhao Fucheng is prosperous, which is curious. Many people came down and asked Wanyankang to take advantage of him. Everyone called him brother.

He also understands the ways of the world, and talks to people with a smile. After saying two or three sentences, he makes a moderate joke. In fact, it is not that funny, but everyone laughs and enjoys it.

This group seems to be headed by a woman named Aixinjueluo, whom others call Princess Jianning.

Okay...the princess became the princess? Lu Chen kept his head down, but when he heard the name, he couldn't help but raise his head, glanced at the woman, and wondered whether she was still a masochist in this world, and whether he should find an opportunity to whip her in private. Two whips?

Of course this is a joke.

Lu Chen then remembered that both the Jin Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty were Jurchen clans. Historically, the unified Qing Dynasty must have been more powerful, but the world of martial arts was different. Since Wanyan Honglie is still the prince, it seems that the Wanyan family will uphold the government, and Aixinjueluo will have to take a back seat.

Princess Jianning actually looks quite heroic in appearance. When she looks around, she is very cold and has an air of sanctity. When he looked at Wanyan Kang, his eyes were as charming as silk, his smile was charming, his appearance completely changed, and he called "Brother Kang" in a very clear voice.

Wanyankang liked this trick very much and found it very useful. He chatted happily for a while and said, "Please."

He led a large group of people into the restaurant.

If Zhao Fucheng and others were Wanyan Honglie's private land, the boss would have been prepared since he got the news. He had prepared several tables of delicious, delicious and resplendent things, and kept them in several pavilions along the wall on the third floor. Each pavilion had They did not book the protruding stands, but they did not clear the place, because the feeling of overlooking the crowd was the best way to satisfy their vanity.

There is a large-scale stage in the center of the first floor. Some singers, dancers, and opera singers perform on it, playing, playing, playing, and singing, which is very lively. At first glance, where does it look like the bitter cold land in the north? It is simply a fireworks place on the edge of the Qinhuai River.

Even Lu Chen got a seat on the third floor, and people kept bringing food to the box. There were plates and plates, and there was grease everywhere. It was much better than the steamed buns and porridge that Prince Zhao's palace gave to the slaves. Moreover, after he realized his idea, his eyes, ears, mouth and nose were extremely sensitive. The tastes of sour, sweet, bitter and salty were ten times more delicate than before. When he ate, he had a taste that people who have never practiced martial arts would never dare to imagine. of happiness.

Butler Cui, who was at the same table, gave instructions while eating, "Well, later you, you, you, go down and apply medicine and bandage on others... You, you, you carry the injured..." Everyone said they understood, but All my thoughts are on the food.

While he was eating and drinking, Wan Yankang called to the owner of the restaurant and said a few words, "It's time."

The boss nodded and gave an order. The lively performance below was suddenly stopped and everyone was dispersed.

The complaints of other customers are naturally ineffective. No matter how loud their voices are, as long as the boss utters the words Wanyan and Aixinjueluo, no one dares to say anything.

Here comes the real drama.

Wan Yankang and this group of powerful young men sent out their slaves to compete in martial arts and gambling. Lu Chen cheered up and watched with concentration. He has been learning martial arts for a little over a month and has yet to fight in a real sense to see how good others are.

Each party asked two strong men, eight or nine feet tall, to be released from their shackles on the stage. These two people don't seem to be Han people, but they are not Jin people either. Lu Chen has low martial arts skills and little time to learn martial arts, but we can still see the clues. Both of them have achieved certain results in physical training.

Among the three paths of body training, qi training, and god training, if we look at the traces of a warrior's practice, god training is the most invisible and difficult to detect, almost no different from ordinary people. Qi masters need to look at their temples and breathing rhythm, but those who are too weak, like Lu Chen, are no different from ordinary people. Only the progress of body training is the most obvious. There are several external characteristics, such as skin firmness, muscle lines and sizes, bone shapes, etc., which can all be clearly observed with the naked eye.

From this point of view, the two strong men can be regarded as reaching the level of the sixth or seventh grade of the outsiders.

With an order from above, the two men immediately started fighting. The technique was actually very simple, it was nothing more than roaring loudly, jumping, bumping, and charging.

However, the simple movements have a very shocking effect. After each collision, the stage trembles, chopsticks on the surrounding tables spin, and bottles are knocked over and bowls are broken. Bang bang bang bang, the stage shook violently like an earthquake. They almost didn't look like two people, but like two wild beasts. Lu Chen believed that even if a man-bear came on the stage, he would be defeated by them head-on.

The dignitaries on the third floor cheered, someone whistled, and someone at the table also talked about the origins of the two people, "One is from the Meng Yuan Dynasty, and he used the throwing technique; the other is from the Liao Dynasty, and it seems that he is bare-handed, but in fact he is Sword skills..."

In the end, the Mongolian won. He grabbed the Daliao man and smashed his head against the stage, making a loud noise that made the whole restaurant tremble.

The Daliao man groaned twice and fainted.

This victory seemed to greatly inspire the Mongols. They were so excited that they opened their arms on the spot and howled provocatively in all directions.

On the third floor, Wan Yankang's face darkened. It seemed that the Daliao man was under his command.

Sure enough, Princess Jianning stood up. With a smile that belonged to a winner, she leaned out of the stand and shouted two sentences in Mongolian, her tone seemed to comfort and praise.

The Mongolians on the stage nodded and settled down. Several servants brought by Princess Jianning came over to lock him up again. The accident happened at this moment. The Mongolian people were just pretending to be well-behaved. When the man in chains was unprepared, he suddenly roared angrily, cursed two Mongolian words, knocked down each of them with one punch, and ran out wildly.

"Ouch."

Princess Jianning stood up anxiously, "This slave..."

Wan Yankang's eyes lit up, and he was not in a hurry. He wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, then stretched out his hand and said, "Gun."

Peng Lianhu brought up the gun and handed it to him.

With the gun in his hand, Wanyan Kangren stood up, pushed aside the Princess Jianning next to him, stepped on the railing of the third floor stand, and looked away. At this time, the Mongolian swept away a group of guards and arrived at the entrance of the hall. He was about to break out of the door, scaring all the customers and running away. Wan Yankang's eyes narrowed slightly, with a sneer on his face.

With a flick of his hand, "—hit!"

There was a boom. The gun flew out at an extremely fast speed, breaking through the air with a thunderous roar and turning into a bolt of thunder and lightning. Its trajectory passed diagonally in front of Lu Chen. The turbulent power made Lu Chen tense up. In an instant, he opened his mind. The golden carp soared upward into the sky, and everything in the world slowed down.

"Don't hurt him he he he he-"

“So bold, so bold, so bold—”

"The slave is just that—"

The words and expressions of the people around me, the oil stains on the food, the chopsticks I touched when I stood up, etc., all of this slowly faded away. The spear also stopped with it. It appeared five or six feet in front of Lu Chen, spinning and thrusting at an extremely slow speed. There was a spiral wind ring around the gun body. You could see that the wind ring was The whole process of slowly being generated at the tip of the spear, and then being pierced by the tip of the spear, and then thrown to the tail and flying around, turning into fragmented and broken air currents.

In fact, I really want to grab the spear.

But unfortunately, this is not reality, but the spiritual world. The thought that Lu Chen was far better than ordinary people could not change the powerlessness of his weak body.

Flicking his fingers slightly, he tilted his head, and then everything that was slow and stagnant suddenly accelerated back to normal, and wheeze--the spear continued to shoot out like an arrow off its string, and the whistling sound first exploded in the deer dust like a spring thunder. In the ears, the sharpest and harshest sound was heard.

Sure enough, I hit the target!

Everyone stood up, and Lu Chen also looked over.

In the lobby on the first floor, the spear had pierced the back of the Mongolian on the first floor, pierced the chest and passed to the front. The blood that shot out was so high and abundant that it almost flew to the second floor. The Mongolian let out an earth-shattering roar, and his body was unconsciously driven down by the force, but he only half-knelt, and couldn't help but stand up and try to struggle forward. Up and down the building, dozens of pairs of eyes were looking at him. Everyone felt that he felt the pain and admired his strong will.

Wanyankang said arrogantly, "Bold."

The Mongolian made a move.

Wanyankang chuckled again and said, "Presumptuous."

The Mongolian dropped his hand.

Only a rumble was heard, and the spear suddenly erupted with a burst of cracking sound.

The man's extremely majestic body immediately tore into pieces and exploded.

In an instant, the red, yellow, black, and brown things inside and outside his body mingled together and fell on the four walls, making the restaurant almost like hell.

This is the Wuri Divine Gun.

Lu Chen watched this scene expressionlessly, and then raised his head to look at Wanyankang on the high-rise stands on the side. The dignitaries of the Jin Kingdom, including Princess Jianning, were all shocked by this horrific and cruel scene. They all fell silent and looked at Wan Yankang.

"Tsk."

Wan Yankang was all the attention, but he could only grind his teeth.

After killing people, the mood waned.

Turning his head, he returned to his seat and waved, "Serve the wine."

(End of this chapter)