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

Chapter 49 Ru Meng Ling

The coldest midwinter of the season has passed. After all, this is not the far north of China. As time goes by and the region goes by, the ice melts and the snow melts, the grass turns green, and the mountains are lush.

The control strength of the Jin people also seems to be always closely related to the cold winter months. The further south you go, the warmer the sun becomes, and the less threatening they become.

Dong'an Mountain is surrounded by mountains within a radius of one hundred miles, undulating and winding. It is difficult for a large army to suppress the situation here, and because there is no war, there are only a limited number of experts. Geng Ping has worked hard here for three years, and has established a foothold with a group of brothers. Every time he thought about this matter, he felt extremely proud in his heart, feeling that he would finally have an explanation and explanation in this life.

But in his heart, apart from his explanations and explanations, he actually had fears, uneasiness, and nightmares.

Outsiders call him a gold-cutting sword, because his sword skills can cut gold and jade. On Dong'an Mountain, these two words have another explanation, which means to end the fate of the Jin Kingdom. Everyone believes that he really has such ability. But he knew in his heart that this was for the brothers to see and listen to. Not only could his sword skills not cut off gold, it was even more difficult to cut off the fate of the Kingdom of Jin.

He understands everything and knows everything. For example, I am not a "unparalleled master". I am able to get to where I am today because of the magical skills taught by the Taoist priests, and also because the Kingdom of Jin does not pay attention to it. He once went north to explore the Kingdom of Jin, but was frightened by the military masters there. If he randomly found three or five centurions to attack him, he would be defeated and die.

When he returned to the village, his brothers asked about his trip, but he laughed again, threw away three or five heads, and said lightly, "The Jin Kingdom is so big, but there are no real masters. I took the lives of a few minions, so I can teach them a lesson." .

When the brothers cheered, he turned around and went back to his room. He was all alone, leaning against the wall, vomiting blood, vomiting blood, and bleeding from all his orifices. He was as pitiful as an abandoned kitten.

In order to make his brothers feel at ease, he actually found those centurions for a decisive battle, knowing that there was a difference between victory and defeat. That battle was so dangerous, he almost died, but just thinking about the expectations of his brothers, he could always endure, always be able to withstand it, and always be able to withstand it.

So, the knife that people thought killed him didn't kill him, and the shot that people thought killed him didn't kill him. He was finally able to kill these people in turn. With this efficiency, if the Jin Kingdom turns a blind eye to him and gives him eight hundred years, he may be able to destroy this kingdom.

He knew that the brothers were not like-minded brothers in the true sense. At the very least, I couldn't tell them everything. Because they will not face death even though they know they are going to die, like themselves.

Sometimes he wonders, am I killing them? Am I tricking them into dying?
All lies start with the smallest lie, and then continue to expand in order to complete the lie. But where did Min’s initial lie come from? It was anger. He became angry when he saw people living a life that was not human. Because of this anger, he killed people and lied. In fact, killing and lying may be the same thing, and they even sound like the same thing.

Over time, everyone finally united, and they finally raised the banner of resistance in places where resistance was impossible, and more and more people came. The living people cheered and cheered, but even if someone died, the death was as great as a heroic and passionate song, without any sadness or stinginess.

That's of course because Geng Ping, even if someone sacrifices, as long as they can win, the sacrifice is extremely worth it. No one can see his guilty conscience, guilt, and pain, because he can always chew up these things and swallow them into his internal organs, without saying a word, take out the knife to kill people, and become an unparalleled hero.

In the final analysis, this is an extremely absurd reality: everyone with weak martial arts believes that Geng Ping can lead them to resist the Kingdom of Jin, but Geng Ping, who is successful in martial arts, knows from the bottom of his heart that he cannot, cannot, and cannot.

After three years of lying and deceiving like this, there has been no trouble. Even Geng Ping himself feels that he is great and God is blessing him. But the bigger the stall became and the more powerful it became, the more frightened he felt, knowing that sooner or later it would be screwed up.

Finally, he decided that this lie had to end. I definitely can't hold on, I'm definitely not the person they imagined that I can break gold, I'm not that... hero.

From then on, he searched for the real hero.

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After Geng Ping and Li Sanquan finished talking, they realized that the calculation was fine. Then he walked outside the house, took a piece of mustard and bit it in his mouth. I thought that the inner energy in this little brother was like this scene of all things reviving, thriving and full of life.

Then I thought: His martial arts skills are more than ten times better than mine, and he is the direct descendant of Changchunzi Taoist Priest. I must persuade him to join the gang and give him the leading position and the first seat!

Then think again: When the time comes, I will announce the truth and tell everyone how I was wrong and how he was right. As long as he promises me to take over the position, even if thousands of people despise him and ask me to be punished, I can still bear it.

That night, he fell asleep and slept deeply. No one knows that he has been troubled by nightmares for a long time. It is an inexplicable depression in his heart. Spring can make the ice melt and the snow melt, but the coldness seems to never melt. Sometimes he would rather be stabbed a few more times. The burning pain blurred his consciousness and made him wake up from a dream, feeling very relaxed.

But this time the dream was not so chilling, just the sound of the waves rising and falling, ups and downs, fresh and vast, rushing towards my face.

The process of dreaming is unique and confusing. Most people are confused and confused and cannot explain it clearly. Only this time, Geng Ping's perception was very clear, and the whole process followed a thread.

He closed his eyes and lost consciousness in the darkness. He turned from a whole into nothingness, and then reunited under the pull of some kind of force, feeling a me in the darkness.

I heard another greeting. Looking back, the dark world suddenly opened up with the movement of turning back, like a ray of light breaking through it, dividing the dimness in the world. He saw the vast sea, the boundless sky, and a carp. He had never been to the seaside, but he had heard other people describe the sea scenery, which was specious.

The similarities are obvious. What makes them "irregular" is that they are completely different from common sense. The sky is no longer blue, the sea no longer rises and falls, loses color, and loses movement. It is gray and dead, as if the world is frozen at a certain moment.

The exception is a carp in the ocean. It can still move, but it moves very slowly. The mouth opens and closes, spitting out a small bubble. The bubbles were also frozen in mid-air, neither rising nor falling. That's the only thing in the world that has color, cyan blue.

The bubble swayed twice and exploded. The carp seemed to have gained some kind of vitality, and its body was dyed with color due to the bursting of the bubbles. The whole world also regained its color and vitality. The sky was once again stormy and the sea water was tidal.

He looked back at Geng Ping and blinked.

"I am the person you saved, my name is Lu Chen." Li Yu actually spoke, "Don't come and yell in fear, making me waste my efforts to comfort you. Time is urgent, I only have half a day every day How about being self-aware at all times, let’s make a long story short?”

If Carp hadn't announced it in advance, Geng Ping might have panicked and shouted "Carp spirit".

Now he was calmer and nodded, "Please tell me." The carp was Lu Chen, of course, and he said, "I recognize you, you are Geng Ping. I am in danger, and there are enemies chasing me. Although my consciousness is annihilated, my body is still But while preserving a lot of the information I received, I also saw what you did to save me...it was rather crude."

Geng Ping opened his mouth. He was a little unconvinced and wanted to ask what was wrong, but thinking of what Carp Jing said just now, he decided to keep silent.

Lu Chen said, "I'm extremely sorry for having a belittling attitude towards you. But when it comes to the depth of my apology, it's not just that. What I mean is that your tricks cannot be fooled by those chasing soldiers. They may lead an army to encircle and suppress you. I want to kill you." You will be in danger. But if possible, I hope you can protect me for seven days. I am sure that I will understand the mysterious power, understand changes, and resolve the current predicament within seven days..."

He talked a lot, and after Geng Ping's initial silence, he actually lived up to his demeanor as a leader. After several inquiries, the key points of the exchange were very efficient. They talked a lot that night and exchanged information.

Geng Ping initially felt mysterious and strange about ghosts and gods such as talking in dreams, and was curious but wary. Lu Chen told him that this had nothing to do with gods or ghosts, it was just a manifestation of martial arts.

Is there such a kind of martial arts in the world?

Geng Ping felt ridiculous, but he immediately thought that he usually performed sword skills in front of his brothers, and everyone seemed to have the same attitude. He usually surprises his brothers, but now Lu Chen surprises him, which is fair. He would never have thought that Lu Chen had also been shocked by the martial arts of Qiu Chuji, Li Yanzong, and Ouyang Ke, otherwise he would have felt comforted.

Lu Chen asked him to survive seven days in front of the army. But strictly speaking, he was not requesting, desiring, or demanding; he was merely stating a fact. At the very least, Lu Chen did not cover up another possibility: Geng Ping surrendered himself in exchange for a mountain of peace, and many fewer people would die.

In the end, he left the choice to Geng Ping, whether to protect himself or to surrender himself.

He is not willing to force anyone to do something he does not want to do, and does not believe that anyone's sacrifice can be justified by justice. In the final analysis, Geng Ping does not represent himself personally, but the lives of a mountain of brothers. Remembering this is not a momentary act of will.

If Geng Ping was unwilling, Lu Chen could only accept it helplessly, and then he said, "Victory or defeat is a common thing in military affairs, heroes, please try again." He made up his mind that if there really was a hell in the world, and he met other fellow travelers there who laughed at him for not passing the novice level, he could argue that he was playing on a high difficulty level.

At least, he can be considered as having some credit for spreading the news of Yue Fei's assassination. Even if you go through this time and die before the winter is over, no matter how embarrassing it is, you still have some achievement points.

Fortunately, after Geng Ping found out that Lu Chen was Qiu Chuji's disciple, he agreed to Lu Chen's request. Everything I thought about after that was superfluous. But Lu Chen might be a real scoundrel and not living a good life, so he couldn't help but ask why Geng Ping was so decisive.

Geng Ping said, "For your one-sided words, it is extremely stupid to make my brother stay for seven days. But in the long run, if we don't capture the third generation disciples of the Quanzhen Sect today, we will just be bandits of the enemy country for the rest of our lives. Right now, gold The country ignores us, but sooner or later we will not be able to escape. Regardless of the morality of the same clan or the consideration of interests, I am willing to fight."

He is worthy of being the overlord of the party. His words are neither pretentious nor hypocritical, and are all based on reality. Since you are raising a family, there is no need to talk about ideals and naivety. People have to eat and live.

The most admirable thing about him is that he can distinguish between good food, which he can't eat for a while, but will be very satisfied after eating it; and smelly food, which can be eaten with open mouth, but will soon cause stomach upset.

Lu Chen suddenly realized that after all his calculations, he had leaked his identity, and he still felt that he was still a beggar. But in fact, he already has the starting point that countless people in the world dream of. Even if he has no martial arts skills, he can still walk sideways in many scenes. It's a pity that the enemies he encountered all had more exaggerated backgrounds, leaving him without the self-awareness of the third generation of martial arts.

He secretly reflected that since the previous fight, he had some experience in fighting alone, and he could see the flaws that Geng Ping had exposed before. But there is still a lack of overall vision. In this case, we still need to learn more from Geng Ping.

Geng Ping said seriously, "I only ask you to promise me one thing, which is to lead everyone back to the Song Dynasty for me. You may think you have been saved, but in my opinion, your appearance saved me. That year I am just a farmer in the mountains, but Master Changchun taught me martial arts and gave me opportunities unimaginable by ordinary people."

"A few years have passed like a dream. I have gained and mastered, possessed and lost. Naturally, I have nothing to be dissatisfied with. But gradually I have reached my limit, and I am so afraid that I will lead everyone to destruction, and now , all this can be left to you. Ha, what Changchun Master brought to me, I finally gave it back to Changchun Master’s disciple, how wonderful.”

Lu Chen asked, "What about your brothers..."

Geng Ping said with a smile, "Not to mention them. If we ask them to fight to the death with the Jin people, they will die willingly. These guys live a simple and happy life, and never leave their lives to others. The result is that For a leader like me, even one step feels heavy, and sometimes I don’t even dare to lift my legs.”

Perhaps out of treason, Lu Chen actually thought of Qiu Chuji. He sighed empathetically, "Brother Geng, you are my confidant and my teacher. I learned a lot from your words today."

Geng Ping widened his eyes and said, "You haven't answered yet, have you promised me?" But he thought in his heart, why does this Taoist look nothing like his master?

What else could Lu Chen say?

He could only say, "I promise you, I will take everyone back."

Geng Ping finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, first smiling, then laughing uncontrollably, and then finally bursting into uncontrollable laughter. He was relieved of his burdens and responsibilities. From now on, he will become what he calls "those guys". If he is asked to fight to the death with the Jin people, he will be willing to die.

Such a death, at least he died alone, so clean and neat. But there is no need to think over and over, pretend, deny and encourage at one moment, encourage and affirm, and affirm and doubt. People are going crazy, stupid, stunned, and confused.

Even if you die now, you can still kill enemies and save people. How relaxed and comfortable, what a profitable business!

"Hahaha!"

He opened his eyes, straightened up, and woke up suddenly, his laughter still lingering. Suddenly he stopped and looked up with a sense of loss. The sun was extremely high outside the window. But I don’t know that Meng Yefeiye.

An inch of sunlight passed through the window and shone on the pillow, revealing half-moistened tear stains.

(End of this chapter)