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

The wind on Wudang Mountain seems to have not been this cold for many years. On a mountain cliff, Lao Daobaozi walked out of the shadows among the trees.

Before he walked out, he was wearing a bamboo hat and a black gauze, and his face was unclear. He is a man in gray and a man in black. The color is difficult to distinguish and the satin is smooth. He blended in with the shade, and it was not even clear whether it was the shade that covered him, or the black, gray, and dark colors on his body that covered the shade.

There is a sword at his waist. The handle is long and the blade is not short. Even the sword and its scabbard were completely black, like a piece of black sandalwood, and the light and color were muddy and chaotic.

But after he came out, everything changed. The bamboo hat on his head melted away, the clothes on his body also changed, and the sword on his waist naturally followed suit. That kind of change is so natural, like spring flowers blooming buds, summer clouds forming thunderstorms.

Jiang Xiaoyu stood by the cliff of Taihe Peak in Wudang Mountain for a long time before turning around and facing his master. So, he was seeing how Lao Dao Baozi turned into Mu Taoist.

Gray or black smooth silk clothes became colorful Gebu robes. The bamboo hat is still a bamboo hat, no longer covering the ears and eyes, like a door curtain being opened, revealing a face. He is an old man, but he has big ears and round eyes, a beard shaped like a halberd, and a smile on his face. He is unkempt and slovenly.

The sword on his waist also changed its shape and became a wooden sword with a round edge and a blunt edge, and was green in color. The murderous aura and evil spirit on the sword were also diluted by Dai Yi. This is more like a magic weapon than a murder weapon.

Jiang Xiaoyu looked at him from beginning to end before retracting and saying, "Master, you are finally back."

Mu Taoren smiled and said, "Xiao Yu'er, you did a great job when I left. Ren Woxing died, brought back Ren Yingying, and made Wudang take charge of the Huashan Sect's affairs. Everything was done. very beautiful."

He praised Jiang Xiaoyu, then frowned slightly and said, "I have heard that that boy from the Quanzhen Sect is very difficult to deal with. Zhang Wuji from the Sun Moon God Sect is also difficult to deal with. You can deal with them well without being impulsive. It can be seen that Not bad. But do you have any objections to me hiding your relationship with Yue Buqun?"

Jiang Xiaoyu's attitude was very humble, and he lowered his head and said, "Master, I have never been very sensible. You have important matters of your own, so you don't want to let your disciple know about it. It's reasonable. Afterwards, you finally spread the news far away, telling your disciple not to delay. event."

Mu Taoren looked at Jiang Xiaoyu quietly for a while, then nodded, "Not bad, very good. Do you want to know what I did after leaving Wudang Mountain this time?"

Jiang Xiaoyu said, "I think so."

Mu Taoren crossed Jiang Xiaoyu and went to the cliff to see all kinds of smoke and mist under Taihe Peak.

He said with a look of reminiscence, "I went out this time to play in the human world for half a year. I first pretended to be a beggar, begging for food, and was insulted by others for a month. Then I went to make friends with celebrities, discuss chess games, and read poems. , let’s talk about eating and drinking in another month.”

He counted them one by one, and the expression on his face changed accordingly, either with emotion, nostalgia, or disgust. It was as if those days had settled in my heart, and they were all remembered, "Then, I changed my clothes and went to work with the traders and footmen, and it was January again."

Wherever he went, Jiang Xiaoyu followed him and listened very carefully. If an outsider hears their conversation, they will feel that the immortal style is so profound that it is exactly what they expected between a master and a disciple to be a person who has attained the Tao.

Suddenly, Mu Daoren changed the subject, "There are still three months. In the first month, I was at Ghost Villa to review the business, manpower, incidents, etc. in the past year. These people under my command have become more and more depressed in recent times. If I'm not careful, I'll offend Ximen Chuixue. It seems I have to find an opportunity to deal with him."

When he said this, not only was the content completely different from before, but his tone also changed drastically. The former Mu Taoist spoke in a calm and down-to-earth manner, which made people feel safe and secure. But now Mu Taoist is sharp and cold, and even the expression on his face has changed from a smile to a serious, gloomy and expressionless face.

He seemed to become a different person in the blink of an eye. Even the clothes on the body, the bamboo hat on the head, and the sword on the waist also change, jumping back and forth between black and white, wood and iron, forming a dazzling scene.

If Lu Chen were present, he would suddenly find that Mu Taoist had become a mosaic style person. His face, clothes, and temperament were all distorted crazily. In this world, one word would be used to describe him, which is called "strong evil spirit".

Jiang Xiaoyu's expression changed, "This..."

Mu Taoist interrupted him and said, "You continue to listen. In the second month, I attended the meeting of the Qinglong Association. Several dragon heads of the Qinglong Association were attacked by Zhuge Zhengwo. They were incompetent people and were forced to There was nothing to hide in the Song Dynasty, and his power was eliminated. However, although Zhuge Zhengwo was capable, he still wanted others to help him. "

When he said this, he had turned into an old swordsman again. Turning around, the black gauze covering his face under the bamboo hat was aimed at Jiang Xiaoyu.

He said, "This person is none other than Lu Chen. This kid lured the snake out of the cave and set up a party with the Qinglong Society. Now he has come to the Ming Dynasty again and participated in important matters under my men. He has been recorded on the list of the Qinglong Society. When this matter is over, It is necessary to ask him."

Jiang Xiaoyu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he nodded, "Yes."

Mu Taoren nodded with satisfaction, "As for the last month, I went to see someone." At this point, his words changed again, and he turned back to a smiling, even kind-hearted Mu Taoist.

Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't help but ask, "Who is it?"

Mu Taoren slowly said three words, "Yan Nantian." As soon as he said these three words, he immediately stared at Jiang Xiaoyu.

When Jiang Xiaoyu heard the name, he only showed a blank expression, "He...he's not dead?" Then he gradually became angry, "Where is he?"

Mu Taoren withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes and lowered his eyebrows. No one could tell what he was thinking, but he just said lightly, "No one in the world has ever said that he is dead, he is just missing, and I am in control of his disappearance. "

Jiang Xiaoyu only asked, "Why not kill him?"

Mu Taoren did not answer directly, but responded with a question, "Do you know how Yan Nantian got to where he is today?"

Jiang Xiaoyu shook his head and just gritted his teeth, "I don't know, I only know...if it weren't for his meddling, my parents could have been safe. It was Yao Yue Lianxing who killed my parents, but he is also responsible..."

Mu Taoren said calmly, "He was fighting against me for the sake of chivalry. He was not my opponent, but was defeated by me. In fact, your father also wanted to deal with me. Don't you have any idea about this?"

Jiang Xiaoyu immediately fell to his knees, "Master has given me the gift of giving birth to a child, how can I waste this care? In fact, whether it is chivalry or righteousness, it is nothing but a lie, a lie that has made countless people who should have Happy people suffer unjust injustice.”

Mu Taoist had always had a smile on his face, but now, he seemed to actually smile.

He nodded and said, "Get up, it's not easy for you to understand this. Let's get back to the topic, the reason why my master did not kill Yan Nantian was because he possesses the peerless wedding skill. This martial arts made him fall into A state of suspended animation, and some kind of transformation, similar to the Heavenly Silkworm Skill above Wudang."

Jiang Xiaoyu stood up, thought for a while, and then blurted out, "Elder Yun Feiyang?"

Mu Taoren said calmly, "Do you know how many elders there are in the Wudang Sect? How many Xiantian people? How many Great Sanhes?"

Jiang Xiaoyu murmured, "I'm afraid there are hundreds of innates and dozens of great triple unions..."

Mu Daoren said, "This strength is quite strong, worthy of Shaolin Wudang and Taishan Beidou."

When he praised Wu, it seemed that he was not a member of Wudang, but an enemy of Wudang, and the expression on his face was indifferent. Then he said calmly, "With such a momentum, if anyone dares to become an enemy of Wudang, he will be seeking death."

Jiang Xiaoyu complimented, "With Master's ability, a dead end has been broken into a way of survival, and a dead end has become a grand avenue. Who can resist the huge Wudang?"

Mu Daoren squinted his eyes and said, "Of course it's Yun Feiyang. In the entire Wudang, except for Zhang Sanfeng, he is the only one qualified to be my opponent. Now that I have encountered a magical wedding skill that is similar to the Tiancan Kung Fu, I naturally have to study it carefully as a teacher. We found Yun Feiyang’s flaw, so Yan Nantian cannot die.”

Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly realized, "I see." Then he asked unwillingly, "Then how can Yan Nantian die? In other words, when will Master take action against Yun Feiyang?"

A mysterious smile suddenly appeared on Mu Daoren's face. This smile seemed like he was about to reveal a huge secret that only he knew in heaven and earth, so he was both excited and nervous at the same time.

This kind of excitement and nervousness made Jiang Xiaoyu stare blankly. He had been with Mu Taoist for many years, and he had no idea when his master had shown such an expression.

Mu Taoren smiled and closed his eyes, "Let's wait until this matter is over."

This matter is the conspiracy of "the merger of the Five Sacred Sword Sects, with Yue Buqun taking power".

But Jiang Xiaoyu doesn't know why this matter is so important to Mu Tao Ren. After the completion of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, will Mu Tao Ren be able to take action against Yun Feiyang and Wudang? But if Mu Taoren didn't tell him, he would never dare to ask. On Taihe Peak, silence fell again.

After being silent for a long time, Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly said, "Master, I have a favor to ask you. I want to kill Yan Nantian with my own hands after the incident. Is that okay?"

The smile on Mu Daoren's face dropped and he glanced at Jiang Xiaoyu, "Huh?"

Jiang Xiaoyu showed a determined look in his eyes and said nothing.

After a long while, Taoist Mu nodded, "Okay."

……

"Finally...it's finally time!"

Linghu Chong finished reading the letter, remained silent for a long time, and finally crushed the letter into pieces.

He stood up again, with a mixture of melancholy and excitement on his face.

He was shirtless and sitting in the forest. In the distance, a giant bird landed and stared at him blankly.

Half a month ago, this young man came in front of him and pulled out the dark iron heavy sword. Zhuge Zhengwo deliberately concealed this matter, so no one knew that the legend had been completed and the hero who saved the Song Dynasty was born.

The transformation of the Dark Iron Heavy Sword gave birth to it. The giant bird came to teach Linghu Chong the true method of sword. However, it never expected that Linghu Chong started to practice the Dark Iron Heavy Sword, but the more he practiced, the more uncomfortable he felt with the Dark Iron Heavy Sword, so he went to the other end.

Suddenly, Linghu Chong jumped up, holding the dark iron heavy sword in his hand, which vibrated across the sword.

Suddenly he thrust the sword into the air, his arm straight, and the sword became an extension of his hand, which was also straight. The sword edge was sharp and strong. A thrilling trace of light streaked through the air. After a long time, the extremely harsh sound of the wind breaking through the air was still heard. It is enduring.

This is a sharp sword.

Hissssssssssss!

Linghu Chong trembled his wrist again. The heavy sword was thick, but the edge of the sword suddenly swayed softly and changed in countless ways. The light of the sword splashed out in an instant, like rain and silk, and the trajectory was ninety-eight and eighteen turns, changing every now and then. The sound made at this time was also slightly different, subtle and light, as if the epee ceased to be an epee in the blink of an eye and turned into a pile of invisible poisonous snakes, ready to bite anyone at any time.

This is a soft sword.

Whoosh!

Linghu Chong's expression became calm again, becoming solemn and solemn. He put away the heavy sword, but his movements were several times slower than before, as if the surrounding air suddenly turned into water, thick and dense, giving the wooden sword a "sloppy" feeling. . At this moment, Linghu Chong raised his sword once. This time it was still slow, but it also carried the whistling sound of the wind, which was loud and loud, as if it was carrying the unstoppable force of a roaring mountain and a tsunami, which was daunting.

This is an epee.

Linghu Chong stopped his sword movement, looked at the sword in his hand, and thought to himself, "The epee carries the three principles of swordsmanship, so it can be picked up with all its strength... It seems that my idea is really good. I have learned the epee, but it is not necessary." Give up the Dugu Nine Swords? It would be better to say that I use the heavy sword to use the sharp sword and the soft sword, and there is a comparison."

"Similarly, I can also use sharp swords to cast heavy swords and soft swords, and use soft swords to cast sharp swords and heavy swords. The Sword Tomb records that in addition to Xuantie Swordsmanship and Dugu Nine Swords, Senior Dugu also has soft swords and wooden swords. Sword, no sword, I have understood the soft sword aspect, and I will definitely have other gains in the future!"

The sharp sword versus the heavy sword is a contrast between movement and stillness, speed and slowness; the soft sword versus the heavy sword is a contrast between clumsiness and virtual reality. There is also a contrast between sharp swords and soft swords, as well as between hard and soft, simple and traditional.

Movement, speed, clumsiness, virtuality and reality, hardness and softness, simplicity and complexity, these are the core ideas in martial arts. They are not only used in swordsmanship, but also include eighteen kinds of weapons such as swords, guns, swords and halberds, and even hidden weapons are no exception.

Linghu Chong has been practicing swordsmanship for a long time and knows that his swordsmanship has surpassed the Dugu Nine Swordsmanship. He thought about it and changed his name. Because now you can use the heavy sword, the soft sword, and the sharp sword to perform the heavy sword sword technique, the soft sword sword technique, and the sharp sword sword technique respectively. Based on the calculation theory, three three make nine, and there are still nine changes in total.

Therefore, he called this new sword technique "Nine Swords and Nine Techniques".

——You know the sword, and you also know the method.

After he mastered this technique, he couldn't help but be delighted, showing his madness and laughing. He also summoned the sacred eagle to say goodbye to him.

The sacred eagle croaked wildly, and although it was not in adult language, the feeling of parting still arose spontaneously, and the sound was sad. When Linghu Chong heard this voice, he wanted to laugh twice, but he couldn't do it for some reason.

At this time, a cold wind blew, a strong gust of wind. Linghu Chong turned around and looked, confused by the wind and grass. However, he saw that the deep valley was empty, the wind was whining, and the huge world seemed infinitely lonely and desolate at this moment.

He suddenly remembered how decadent he was when he came here half a month ago. But seeing the scenery of heaven and earth with no one else around, it was so pleasant, and it seemed that all the worries were forgotten. I just feel that spending the rest of my life here is the most beautiful thing in the world.

But the result is that troubles always concern people. With a letter from Lu Chen, will he return to the Ming Dynasty again and face his master?

Linghu Chong stared blankly for a long time, then sighed suddenly. The playful smile was gone. He turned back and looked at the divine eagle for a while, but finally lowered his head and felt a sore nose.

He lowered his head and said, "Brother Diao, Brother Diao... I really don't want to leave. However, how can a man not face the ups and downs of the world, but just escape... I can't, I must not... ..." He said he couldn't, but didn't move even half a step.

Instead, the divine eagle hugged him with its wings. At this time, the cold wind from the valley blew again, but it was no longer cold. And it’s so warm, so warm.

After nagging his mother-in-law and crying enough, Linghu Chong wiped away his tears and reluctantly said goodbye to the divine eagle.

The divine sculpture stood where it was and did not follow.

Linghu Chong walked tens of feet and turned around, and saw the divine eagle standing on the platform of the Sword Tomb. It was huge and extremely ugly, with sparse feathers all over its body, its beak was crooked, and its feathers were yellow and black, making it look extremely dirty. He was dirty, with a large blood-red sarcoma on his head, his legs were extremely thick, and his wings sometimes stretched out, but they were very short, yet they still looked majestic.

He gestured with his thumb, "So majestic!"

The divine eagle spread its wings and responded to his praise.

Linghu Chong walked another few dozen feet, and when he turned around, he saw the sacred sculpture standing on the platform of the Sword Tomb. It was no longer clear what its appearance was, and it became a blurry black dot. However, judging from its courage, it was ancient, majestic, and arrogant. , still extremely powerful.

Linghu Chong shouted loudly, "How majestic!"

The divine eagle responded again, with little black dots jumping amidst the rattling sound.

Linghu Chong walked another dozen feet, and when he turned back, he could no longer see the divine eagle, the deep valley, or the sword tomb.

He was a little regretful, and when he was about to turn around, he only heard a strange cry coming from the deep valley, like a tiger roaring or a dragon roaring, saying goodbye in the distance.

It has such a strange cry. There is a poem praising it: "This cry is that of a divine eagle." Awe-inspiring is like a phoenix, a dragon is not as good as a roar. The clang is better than swords and weapons, and tigers and leopards cannot defeat this sound. There was a sudden commotion and chaos in front of the formation. Lightning flashes through the clouds and cracks across the rocks, and the E'e soup, the rivers and the sea are muddy. The sky was shaking and the earth was shaking, and the thunderous sound pagoda collapsed by three floors!
When Linghu Chong heard this shout, he couldn't help but praise him again.

——Ah, so majestic! (End of chapter)