The heavens begin to realize the Tao and become gods from the divine carving

Chapter 168

Although he has already broken through the realm of no moves and wins with moves, he is very tired physically and feels that he is about to reach his limit.

After killing a few more, he stood on the ground with his long sword, holding the hilt with both hands to support himself.

The remaining [-] or [-] Mongolian soldiers did not dare to offend him when they saw his weak appearance.

They kept testing around Jiang Chen, and on the other side, the lame uncle almost couldn't hold on anymore.

Jiang Chen tried his best to refine his true qi, and if he could recover a little bit of strength, he would recover some.

"He's dying, kill him now."

"kill……"

Seeing the group of Mongolian Tartars rushing towards them again, he dodged the attack with a flick of his body, and with a slash of his sword, one of them was killed before he could react.

It's time for another cup of tea, and there are still more than [-] Mongolian soldiers left.

On the other side, the lame uncle was covered with cuts and bruises, which was very serious.

At this time, the long sword in Jiang Chen's hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and seeing that the sword body was dilapidated, there were many gaps in the sword body.

He threw away the long sword and used the "Nine Yin God Claws" to insist on killing the last dozen people.

These Mongolian soldiers saw that his hands were clawed and his long hair fluttered in a strange and terrifying manner. They dropped their weapons and turned to run away.

Attacking the lame uncle saw someone running, and he didn't care about killing people and ran away.

Soon there were only the two of them and a field of corpses left around.

Jiang Chen knelt on the ground panting, his body suddenly felt empty, and his body didn't have any strength after it was over.

After a while, new energy regenerated from his body, and he stood up unsteadily.

Walking to the lame uncle, he was covered with injuries but none of them were fatal.

Jiang Chen killed more than 300 Mongolian Tartars by himself, which made him very shocked. Just now, he only killed five people, and almost died in the chaos of dozens of people.

Think about Yelu Hongji's rebellion in "The Eight Parts of the Dragon", Xiao Feng rode a horse and captured the king with tens of thousands of troops, he can only capture the thief first, if he is surrounded by tens of thousands of people, even if his martial arts are world-class To drink and hate on the spot.

Martial arts is not fantasy, it is impossible to destroy a city with one move.

"Senior, are you okay!"

"It won't die, you used the [Finger Magic Ability] at the beginning, right?"

"Yes senior."

"What is your relationship with Peach Blossom Island?"

"Guo Jing and Huang Rong are my mentors, and my wife is Huang Yaoshi's apprentice."

Hearing Jiang Chen's words, he looked very excited.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Who is the senior?"

"My name is Feng Mofeng, and I am an unfulfilling apprentice of Yaoshi Dongxie Huang."

"It turns out that senior is Feng Mofeng."

Then Feng Mofeng began to tell his own experience.

Feng Mofeng, one of Huang Yaoshi's disciples, has a gray beard and hair, a hunchback, a disabled left foot, and a crutch under his shoulder.He is the youngest among the six disciples of Huang Yaoshi and also the most qualified. After being expelled from the school by Huang Yaoshi, he became a blacksmith.

Huang Yaoshi's wife, Feng Shi, just died after giving birth, and after Chen Xuanfeng and Mei Chaofeng stole the second volume of the Nine Yin Manual, Huang Yaoshi broke the hamstrings of all his disciples in grief and expelled them from Peach Blossom Island.At that time, Feng Mofeng was the youngest disciple with the lowest martial arts. Huang Yaoshi recalled afterwards that he owed him a lot, so he specially asked Lu Chengfeng to find Feng Mofeng's whereabouts.

Until "The Legend of Condor Heroes", Li Mochou fought against Yang Guo and others in Xiangyang. In order to break Li Mochou's whisk, he found a Feng blacksmith, took a cane, and fought with Li Mochou on one foot. Li Mochou's clothes were ironed off, and she used big scissors to deal with Li Mochou's whisk. Afterwards, she lamented that her master abandoned her early years and didn't learn too much martial arts. The man was Feng Mofeng. Finally, the Mongolian army recruited him to work as a blacksmith and died in Jinlun The hand of the King of France.

His pity, like all other seniors, is that Huang Yaoshi had already crippled his leg, but he still misses Huang Yaoshi all day long, because there is no one else to miss except Huang Yaoshi.

"Senior, what are your plans next?"

"I want to work as a blacksmith in the Mongolian military camp, and then find an opportunity to assassinate the Mongolian general."

"Senior, it's too dangerous. Master has been thinking about you all the time. He feels that your senior brother owes you the most, so he has been looking for you, but he doesn't know your life or death. Senior, why not go back with me."

"I'm already ashamed to see my master like this, so I've made up my mind."

"Senior, since you have made up your mind, I won't say anything else. I hope your assassination goes smoothly."

"Ah."

Seeing him leave dejectedly with his back on crutches, Jiang Chen let out a long sigh.

With corpses all over the ground, Jiang Chen calmed down, feeling that he had killed too many people, and the hostility on his body was too heavy.

Riding on his horse, he continued on his way.

In the evening, I was happy to see the inn, had a full meal, took a comfortable hot bath, sat cross-legged and practiced on the bed.

An hour later, he opened his eyes, lay on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

In the next few days, he continued on his way, passing through an armory, where he re-selected a long sword.

He has reached the state where he has no sword in his hand and no sword in his heart. It doesn't matter whether he has a weapon or not, but he loves swords, so he likes to carry a sword with him.

After the brutal fight yesterday, his body reached its limit. When he practiced at night, he found that his internal strength had increased more than usual. It seems that this limit state is easier to break through in practice.

"The shape is invisible, the intention is unintentional, and the unintentional is the true meaning."The highest level of martial arts is "there is no trick to win".Therefore, whether to practice moves or not has become a controversial issue.

"Nothing" comes from the Taoist worldview.The Taoist concept of development is "from nothing to something", and "from something to nothing".Wuji produces Taiji, Taiji produces Liangyi, Liangyi produces Sixiang, and Sixiang produces Bagua.This process is called "Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, three begets all things".All things eventually return to nothing. "None" is the highest state.

Obviously, "being" is produced little by little from "nothing", and the later "nothingness" at a higher level is not groundless, but the result of the accumulation of "being" little by little.Seeing other great calligraphers swaying and swaying, it seems that there is no order, but he is also a stroke-by-stroke copywriting, word by word, hard practice of each family's combination of strokes, and it is the result of dozens of cold and heat.No one can go beyond the stage of "having a move" to directly reach "no move".

A drop of water contains a thousand worlds.I said, one boxing move contains Daqianquan method.For example, in a Bengquan, there are internal triads and external triads, such as eagle hands, thunder, dragon body, bear arms, chicken feet, and tiger hugging the head.There are ways of thinking, styles of play, and footwork.There are dark feet, dark knees, dark legs, bright energy, dark energy, and transformation energy. Xingyi Quan has everything that one expects to find.

This is the so-called "no trick wins with tricks" state.

By chance, Jiang Chen reached the late stage of Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai.

Now he also has an idea of ​​only seeking one defeat.

Jiang Chen knew that it was not the end point when the swordsmanship reached this level, the way of martial arts is boundless, and the way of swordsmanship is also boundless, there is no end!
(End of this chapter)