Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

The cold rain in the sky was falling continuously, and the sound of leakage hit my heart. As Hong Xiguan finished reading the story of the fight full of gods, Buddhas, weirdos, and the cycle of life and death, Monk Sande also elaborated on the letter signed by Sidan Temple. , the hall fell into complete silence.

Several people looked to the sky in silence. It was the heavy rain that had been pouring in Guangzhou for several months, rolling up from the depths of the boiling sea, hitting every inch of the land, and then penetrated deeply into the soil without leaving a trace. Only the dark, damp mist is left to wrap around the streets and hang on the treetops. You can even smell an indelible smell of rotten fish, filling the streets among the cold bricks and tiles.

And the secret discussions in the streets and alleys, already under the haze of Lian Yue Bingxuan, are flowing with a particularly uneasy atmosphere, and there are rumors of horrifying news.

For example, in many buildings abandoned due to flight or disaster, people often hear strange and faint knocking sounds, like whispers beside tombs; and on the edge of Liwan, where no one approaches, people often witness it. Several shaggy-haired children covered in dirt and looking like apes were laughing and playing in strange tones.

These vague letters seemed to have guessed their current thoughts and they were eager to hide their bodies. The slender and neat handwriting on the paper seemed to have begun to become wet and blurred due to the exposure to moisture and air. The people in a daze felt that Juanxiu's handwriting had countless branches that looked like the legs of an insect. , at any time, along the ravines washed out by the rain on the ground, twisting and disappearing into the cold air.

"It turns out that it was the people from the Hongyang Sect who sent the letter..."

Song Xiance murmured to himself and wrinkled his narrow face, seeming to be aware of the complexity of the situation.

He once received an invitation from the Qingyang Sect to serve as a protector, and his disciples were attracted to make trouble because of this. Naturally, they had some unclear relationship with these esoteric sects.

Song Xiance vaguely knew that the power of the Hongyang Sect had declined over the years, and that the little fortune that the Hongyang Saint Child had managed to save during his lifetime was also taken away by the new leader of the Qingyang Sect who came out of nowhere and used the trick of resurrecting the corpse of a cicada.

However, it turns out that a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. In this difficult situation, the Hongyang Sect was still able to intervene in the war in the southwest and influence the political situation in Yunnan and Guizhou. It was even able to send people to invisibly eliminate the problem when Buddhism had no time to take care of it. The aftermath of the "White Yang Tribulation".

Song Xiance thought so, and felt that such mysterious and invisible things were indeed in line with the style of the Hongyang Sect. He only hoped that their entanglement with the Qingyang Sect would not become too big and disrupt his own life. plan.

But Monk Sande was in a very heavy mood.

He has been good friends with Abbot Hongbian for many years, and has also been a close friend of Master Anren. He did not expect that the sudden visit from Southern Shaolin would bring such a disaster to Sidan Temple, and even the imminent Buddhist catastrophe. We can only rely on a mere Jizu Mountain and a small Sidan Temple to deal with it alone.

You must know that in other sects of Buddhism except Zen, it is not that no one knows about this matter, but some of them are declining, some are weak, some are alienated, and most of them turn a deaf ear. According to legend, twenty years ago, the Tiantai Sect sent people to Jizu Mountain with a blood-stained Lotus Sutra, hoping to prevent Buddhism from the eternal catastrophe. Unfortunately, it was the chaos of the world in the last years of Chongzhen, and the monk died in the middle of the road and could not arrive. The abbot of Guoqing Temple of the Tiantai Sect said that there was still God's cause and effect on the matter, and he closed the door to thank guests and stopped asking any more questions.

Southern Shaolin is now isolated and helpless. If the allies of Buddhist resorts on the southwest border also collapse due to this, the situation in the future will definitely be more difficult. Monk Sande felt from the bottom of his heart that the great catastrophe of Buddhism must be resolved by the two brothers Hongbian and Anren who fought to the death, and even Hongbian also died in response to the catastrophe.

"Xiguan, why didn't you say a word?"

Monk Sande saw that Hong Xiguan was silent and seemed to be deep in thought, so he said lightly.

"Uncle Sande, I just recalled some old things."

Hong Xiguan stared straight into the distance with his sword-browed eyebrows, temporarily withdrawing from the memories, and whispered: "When I was ordered to go to Wuyi Mountain with Wen Ding, I met the hero Jiang Wen and helped me to save the day. It was precisely because of this that I let Wen Ding became his disciple. Now that Jiang Daxia is also in Jizu Mountain, could he help again? "

Monk Sande smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to stop Hong Xiguan's speculation, and shook his head.

"Xiguan, the Supreme Good Abbot ordered that this matter be kept secret, so you know very little about it. The many causes and consequences behind the Buddhist catastrophe are far beyond ordinary people's imagination. Even though Jiang Donor has great martial arts skills, he is extremely powerful. There is no way to get involved..."

Hong Xiguan said no more, but there was always a hunch in his heart. He believed that his biological son's endless admiration for Jiang Wen must not be without reason.

Among the people in the audience, only Luo Yuantong, the green forest thief, remained silent from beginning to end. The letter he was holding tightly in his hand had not yet been announced to a few people.

"Brother Luo, you are the only one who has not yet read the letter. I think the messenger used all kinds of means to send these letters. He must have some ulterior motives, but the first few letters were so bizarre that I couldn't understand them at all."

Song Xiance stepped out of his thoughts, looked at Luo Yuantong, who was holding his hands and looking up to the sky, and called softly.

"Did you write something important in this letter that can help everyone understand the truth?"

Luo Yuantong turned his back to them, listening to the rain pattering in the courtyard. He slowly opened the envelope with one arm and took out a thin page with small red letters.

It was a complete reversal of the previously lengthy handwriting, with only four lines of large, scrawled characters: "The green hills are not old, your love is safe, and you will not avoid Yi Luan when you come to my door."

Yiluan refers to the Yiluansi, the predecessor of Jinyiwei in the Ming Dynasty, and refers to the power of the court under the personal leadership of the emperor. The other party's tone was so loud that even the emperor seemed not to pay attention.

Under the big characters, there were even a few lines of graceful handwriting: "Jiang heard that he was seriously injured and paralyzed. He has sent someone to Panyu. Your beloved will go with you. You will arrive on the day you receive the letter. Please respect me." Qi, please don’t stop me.”

These unclear lines made Song Xiance frown and look at Luo Yuantong with a hint of reproach.

"Brother Luo, you are hiding something from me."

This is a statement, indicating that Song Xiance has understood that the real target of the sender of the message is the old and strong leader of the green forest in front of him, and the other people are just the most suitable audience selected after considering various identities and positions.

When he was invited to come out to stir up the world's situation, Song Xiance had already made a three-part agreement with Luo Yuan. The most important one was that no information between the two could be concealed. Otherwise, even the slightest omission in the understanding of information would lead to The originally careful plan revealed fatal flaws.

Originally, Song Xiance thought that Luo Yuantong of the Golden Sword had already taught him everything he knew. After all, the two of them discussed many things including the Wuyang Secret Road, the South China Sea Jiaogui, the Nanyue Royal Tomb, the Panyu Shipyard, the Molong Ancient Monument, and the Huashan Bandits. After waiting for clues, he synthesized a conspiracy that could overthrow King Pingnan Shang Kexi, but from this letter, it seems that Luo Yuantong still has reservations about him.

As a mastermind, the bottom line for making suggestions for others is to distrust those who are suspicious and those who are employing.

You can question my ability, because I have a hundred ways to prove that I am right; but you cannot doubt my position, because as long as I presuppose a position, everything I do will appear to be ulterior motives.

It was precisely because of this attitude that he chose to quietly withdraw from the Chuangwang camp despite Li Zicheng's suspicion and Niu Jinxing's pressure. Luo Yuantong's concealment made Song Xiance quite dissatisfied.

But Luo Yuantong, who had gray hair on his temples, was holding the letter in his hand, but he showed an expression of comfort. After sighing for a long time, he gave Song Xiance advice.

"Brother Song, don't blame me. This matter that is thousands of miles away has nothing to do with the overall situation. Besides, you have no children in your life, so you naturally don't know the painstaking efforts of being a parent. I, Luo Yuantong, have only had such a daughter for half my life, so I have to find ways for her. A way out."

The thin Song Xiance looked narrow-minded and said coldly: "Don't deceive me because I am old and dim. This matter must be related to the secret secretly taught by Zen Master Tianran. In addition, my wife is far away in Yunnan, and you have left this escape route for her. It should be the chieftain’s family in Dali!”

"What you said is true. I am old friends with the two elders Jizushan Hongbian and Anren, and I have the entrustment of the eminent monk of Southern Shaolin, so it is natural to entrust my little girl to my care."

Luo Yuantong held up his palms and sighed, but his words were hesitant and filled with joy, "I didn't expect that the Hongyang Sect would have a hand in this matter. Judging from the words in the letter, it seems that the little girl will not be able to escape the control of the Hongyang Sect." Song Song Xian Ce saw that the other party acted cheaply, and he looked down upon this long-standing one-legged thief with admiration. His self-willed demeanor was much higher than that of a dwarf military counselor like him.

The Mu family, the chieftain of Dali, has been in charge of the political situation for more than 200 years, and is located in a corner of Yunnan where various forces are intertwined. Naturally, it is deeply rooted and dominant. Even if the Qing court wanted to search, it would be difficult to conduct an in-depth investigation. It can be regarded as a good place to avoid disasters. place--

But compared with the Hongyang Sect, the Dali Mu family's two hundred years of heritage is still too short-lived.

The roots of the Hongyang Sect can be traced back to Manichaeism in the Tang and Song Dynasties, and it transformed into the Ming Sect and continued to rise in the 100s BC. The rise of the Red Turban Army even influenced the change of dynasties, and its comparative strength was more than one level higher.

Moreover, Song Xiance heard that the Red Lotus Virgin Mary was the only one left in the huge Hongyang Sect. The chief helmsman in Fuzhou was struggling to support himself, and the branch helms in various places were in dire straits. At this time, joining it as Luo Shuang'er would surely make a good career.

Thinking of this, Song Xiance became even more disdainful of Luo Yuantong's pretentiousness.

But in Luo Yuantong's heart, he was worried about more than just that. He was even more concerned about whether his daughter would have the great opportunity to successfully get the opportunity on Jizu Mountain during this trip!

A few years ago, he had planned together with Mei Niansheng, the "iron-bone ink calyx". The two of them would take advantage of the "Buddhist Great Tribulation", the great opportunity of the Bodhisattva to fulfill the tribulation and the Arhat to take the vows, to create a true god. The Buddha sat alone on the spiritual platform and deduced the incomparable magical "Shen Zhao Sutra" to a higher level. If this trip goes well, the fourteen-year-old Luo Shuang'er will be able to achieve success in one leap and become a master unparalleled in the world!

Compared to this, a mere Zhanlu Sword and even the secrets of inheritance behind it are nothing to mention...

While the few people were silent, there seemed to be a gust of wind blowing from all around. It was very different from the putrid smell outside the house. The rain outside suddenly became pouring. The noise covered up all sounds, but the footsteps were lighter than the raindrops. , is ringing continuously among the roof tiles and eaves.

Hong Xiguan suddenly realized something was wrong and suddenly looked up at the sky above the patio. The deadly choke gun made of fine steel shot out from his back, like a soaring dragon rising up from a phoenix or a sharp arrow piercing the air. He also jumped up Soar.

Just as the deadly choke gun was approaching, four sections of steel bones were suddenly spliced ​​together into a long spear that radiated cold light. It tore through the roof tiles and pointed the cold light straight into the sky!

But before the Dragon Cold Spear arrived, a pair of green knives as slender as cattail leaves fell from the sky, fluttering like a goddess scattering flowers, and the shadows of the knives were even more wandering. There was a jingling sound surrounding the deadly throat-locking spear. After a series of blows, he actually took this opportunity to hold down the amazingly powerful shot, and he could no longer fly into the sky.

Hong Xiguan was now proficient in his moves and his mind was full of gold. He turned his hand and struck the butt of the gun. The fatal choke gun was instantly broken into a short stick with multiple sections. He held the stainless steel gun's tail with one hand and kicked the tip of the gun in the air. The cold spear that was about to lose its momentum pierced out again, its flying posture was more like a dragon rising into the abyss, moving clouds and raining, and the twists and turns in the process were even more difficult to block!

However, a pair of green knives like cattail leaves were floating like fallen leaves, endlessly, held in the hand by the bright wrist, and when he raised his hand, he slashed like an antelope hanging its horns or a meteor from the sky. Without dodging or avoiding, he just hit the dragon's head that was holding its head high, making a loud sound of bells in mid-air, and the two of them landed separately just now!

Everyone present was in an uproar.

They all saw that Hong Xiguan did not hold back his hands. In other words, in his martial arts, as long as he used his full strength in every attack, there was no such thing as holding back. However, he, one of the best masters in Southern Shaolin, did not care about his moves or skills. They were all suppressed by the opponent's momentum, and for a while they were unable to escape from the trap.

But the person falling to the ground in front of her, with her graceful hair curling up, was clearly just a cardamom girl in white clothes like frost, with eyebrows as bright as snow!

Song Xiance was shocked, monk Sande was confused, and only Luo Yuantong was so happy that he couldn't help but laugh to the sky.

However, Official Hong Xi did not know Luo Shuang'er. He only felt that this person's martial arts skills were extremely strange. There was a faint divine light in his eyes, which seemed to be captivating at all times. In addition, this person appeared in the headquarters of the high-ranking rebels. I am more alert.

The fight between the two did not stop at all. Hong Xiguan immediately pushed the Shaolin inner kung fu to the extreme. Among the peerless marksmanship brought to the world due to the life-threatening choke gun, there was a move that could make the world live as long as the world. Every move before They all returned without success, all while accumulating energy for the next move. The light and ruthless marksmanship gradually became as heavy as a mountain, which could cause landslides and cracks at any time!

Luo Shuang'er also became more and more courageous as she fought, and the divine light in her eyes almost seemed to have substance. The sword skills of King Han's green sword gradually included some thorns, points, and collapses, causing sudden sword moves. As her pupils continued to capture, She was vaguely aware of a gray line emerging on Hong Xiguan's body between the powerful marksmanship moves, and he swung the sword out of nowhere!

The two men gave up their defense in unison, with only an inch remaining between the blade and the tip of the spear. The speed of the attack even forced back the surrounding rain, clearing a piece of white ground.

In the blink of an eye, Hong Xiguan's spear power reached its peak, and as long as it touched the opponent's weapon, it could penetrate all defenses without any hindrance; Luo Shuang'er's sword moves were completely transformed into sword moves, as long as she stayed close to that line With just one touch, the other person can be transformed into two pieces.

At the critical moment of life and death, suddenly a dragon roar descended from the sky. Just when they were less than an inch away from the critical moment of life and death, there was a fierce and majestic sword light that came first and shot straight into the sky in an instant, blocking everyone in front of them. The thing swept away and completely knocked down the cold spear and green knife into the distance!

"You... aren't you paralyzed?!"

The figure that emerged from the heavy rain seemed to be coming from the sea on a spiritual raft. Just like the silhouette of Jinghong when he disappeared, his figure was as graceful as a fairy. However, even if Luo Yuantong ignored the Taoist robe on his body, he could His identity can be identified through the sharp sword energy.

Holding an ancient sword as deep as water, this man slowly stepped into the mansion and smiled faintly at Luo Yuantong: "I sat up in shock while dying of illness, chatting and laughing for another year. Senior Luo, the junior sent someone to see him off Everyone should have received the letter that came, right?"

Jiang Wen sheathed his sword. At this time, his aura was completely gone. The extremely cold sword energy was no longer visible on his body. However, just standing there made everyone present feel as if they were on pins and needles. They had trouble sleeping and eating, as if they were facing... Even if you get close to the sleeping beast, you will feel uncomfortable all over.

"Thanks to Senior Luo's guidance, Jiang has now barely regained his two powers. And Senior Luo's plot against Jiang has been repaid by your daughter. Now that she is a member of our Wuyi Sect, this junior will naturally Well taken care of."

Luo Yuantong looked at Jiang Wen, and then at Luo Shuang'er, who was staring at Jiang Wen closely. She was a little shy and a little shy, but completely ignored her old father. She felt that the sky was about to collapse, and she sat down in the Taishi chair. , Nana was speechless.

Jiang Wen bared his teeth and smiled brightly, looking like a bully who raped civilian girls. "As for other things, I'm just here to resolve grievances. It's up to you to resolve the troubles in Guangzhou City yourself."

Monk Sande was the first to react. He clasped his hands and tried to persuade Jiang Wen to put down his personal grudges and work together for a great cause, but Jiang Wen spoke before him.

"Amitabha, this master doesn't need to say much. Jiang is just a village man in the mountains. He only wants to establish a sect and cannot do such a big thing as beheading, so let's stop here."

Jiang Wen then turned around and left, and Luo Shuang'er followed closely.

Monk Sande quickly got up and chased after him, but Jiang Wen threw out a baggage and stopped him where he was.

For this baggage. Monk Sande subconsciously reached out to pick it up, but he didn't expect that the furoshiki was not tied tightly. As soon as a faint dark color escaped from where he started, something fell to the ground with a rumble. Everyone looked intently, and saw that it was a money rat-tailed human head covered with black spots and wrinkles, with an expression like an eagle, staring straight ahead, its pupils had been dilated for a long time.

Everyone present was very familiar with the owner of this head, and hated him so much. Who would have thought that he, as a generational hero, surrounded by countless heavy soldiers and surrounded by martial arts masters, would be so simple-minded? The earth lord has his head!

The figures of Jiang Wen and Luo Shuang'er gradually disappeared, and they were lost in the pouring rain, leaving only their voices echoing endlessly.

"Old thief Shang has been enthroned, and the Ouchi guard who bullied my apprentice has also been seriously injured. If you can't make some trouble, then Jiang will have nothing to say."

"If you have anything else, just come to Wuyi Mountain to find me."

"Okay, I'm going to pick up my good disciples..." (End of Chapter)