Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 32 Tai Chi Cloud Hand
The cloud in the empty valley lingered for a long time, and was disturbed by the turmoil in the ruins of the old city of Minyue. After the cloud and smoke turned into rain, it finally led to a light rain, which drenched the body, but could not drench the burning heart.

Officer Hong Xi concentrated on his gun, full of murderous intent.

Yan Zhendong took a step forward, cupped his hands and signed up: "In Xiashan Mountain Mansion..."

Before he finished speaking, the martial arts people on the opposite side were already in an uproar, and all kinds of cursing poured in, overwhelming his voice in an instant.

"A traitor who aids the evildoers!"

"Dog thief! You still have the face to come out!"

"Find a place and hit him head-on!"

Yan Zhendong's face was livid, and he didn't know why the person opposite him was uttering obscenities. He just felt his head pounding, and the memories of being insulted and mocked earlier flooded his heart, and the rust smell rose in his throat. There was nothing left in front of his eyes or ears. I can't hear the sound, I just want to knock down everyone who stands in front of me.

The leading officer, Mr. Lu, is from Liaodong. The two met in the Chongzhen four-year martial arts competition, and they were deeply impressed by the horizontal kung fu practiced by this Shandong man.It was Mr. Lu's recommendation that allowed Yan Zhendong to find a job after he was busy in the market.

That year, Emperor Chongzhen thought that someone was cheating, so he imprisoned a large number of people including the examiner and the supervisory censor, and dismissed them from their posts. The two were implicated and were never hired.

"Commander Yan, step down! You don't need to go this time!"

At this moment, he was so hot-blooded that he didn't hear Lama Keba's shout, he was just blushing with anger, and he was about to go forward to compete with Hong Xiguan, but someone behind him pulled him to prevent him from going forward.

I saw his iron shirt covering his body, and when he pulled his arms forward, the two lamas who were pulling him were thrown away!
At this time, he only had Hong Xiguan in his eyes, as if as long as he gritted his teeth and crossed this mountain, his fate would change drastically.But within two steps, someone grabbed his arm again.

"Whoever stops me will die!"

Yan Zhendong was furious, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, his left arm was knotted, and the veins bulged, pushing the blocker forward, his right fist was ready to strike, and the casserole-sized fist gathered the momentum of wind and thunder to smash at the opponent.

But this time, the person blocking the way was suddenly pulled forward and took a step forward, as if he was about to fall, but just a foot off the ground with his left foot, he stepped back quietly in the air, changing his center of gravity with the method of falling with a heavy catty.

In the face of Quick Lightning's punch, the opponent has no worries.I saw him with his chest out, his shoulders down and his elbows down, responding to the enemy with his palms spread out and his arms gathered together, following the direction of Yan Zhendong's punch, with just a light lead, his left foot precisely crushed Yan Zhendong's fist flaw.

In the blink of an eye, the opponent raised his hand with a cloud gesture, released his momentum, and supported the opponent with a double push. In an instant, his whole body shook like an electric shock, and Yan Zhendong was thrown a foot away!
"Good fall! Kill this dog traitor to death!"

"Good job!"

A weird thing happened. Seeing Yan Zhendong being thrown out into the dust, the Qing soldiers applauded this master's performance, and the Tiandihui side also cursed happily, but both sides applauded.

In the light rain, Yan Zhendong lay down among the rubble and remained silent.

"Tai Chi Thirteen Poses..."

Chen Jinnan frowned and muttered to himself.

Taijiquan has been established for hundreds of years, and its genres have been ever-changing. There are no fewer than ten famous Taijiquan schools in the world. However, the thirteen Taiji postures created by Zhang Sanfeng are rich in connotations and far-reaching. They are well-deserved as the ancestor of Taijiquan. It belongs to the treasure of Wudang Town Mountain and the secret that cannot be passed on.

The person in front of him can use whatever he wants, and his moves are without trace, so he must be a master of the Wudang sect.The current situation is complicated and treacherous, and if the Wudang faction appears here, I am afraid that things will change again.

"Sorry, I ran into obstruction from the White Lotus Demon Party on the way, so there was a slight delay."

After the man threw Yan Zhendong away with the thirteen taiji gestures, he first saluted Jishou, and then he walked up to Hong Xiguan lightly, and with a flick of his whisk, he turned out to be a Taoist priest with five willow beards, with a strong figure and thin cheeks, about four years old. Around fifty, with sparkling eyes.

"Officer Xi."

The Taoist spoke lightly and showed no fear of the murderous official Hong Xi.

"Why don't you be polite when you see Master Uncle?"

Hearing this voice, Hong Xiguan raised his head suddenly, looked at the Taoist in front of him carefully, and said coldly, "You are... Uncle Feng?!"

For a Shaolin disciple to open his mouth and call a member of the Wudang sect his uncle, this would probably shock his jaw to outsiders.

After all, the grievances between the Shaolin and Wudang families, the struggle from south to north lasted from Yuan to Ming Dynasties, should have absolutely nothing to do with it other than Jianghu etiquette.

But this time, none of the people in the martial arts dared to speak out, they looked at each other like a chill, and they all saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Hong Xiguan's master, known to everyone as Zen Master Zhishan, the abbot of Southern Shaolin, has now become a giant in southern martial arts.But Zen master Xingyin, Zhishan's master, took in a total of five disciples when he went south. He is known as the five old true ancestors of Southern Shaolin, but they went to different places later and were not in the temple.

Now that Hong Xiguan is called Fang Shishu and his surname is Feng, there is only one possibility for this Wudang School Tai Chi master in front of him——that is, Feng, who changed from Zen Master Xingyin to the Wudang School and is now the head of the Wudang School. Morality!
He was able to become the master of Wudang from a member of Shaolin sect, naturally there are many hidden secrets involved in it, and it is not enough for outsiders to understand.But the fact that the head of the Wudang faction actually came here in person was enough to shock everyone by this turn of events.

According to what Jiang Wen said, there is one Shaolin traitor in every two people, perhaps it is not an exaggeration.

"Master Feng, please advise!"

Chen Jinnan, who didn't want to see both sides attack, was about to speak out to stop him, but Hong Xiguan's mind was like a mirror, and he had already taken the first step to stab with a gun, which opened the battle.

The life-snatching throat gun is a martial art created by Hong Xiguan after absorbing the essence of cudgel, marksmanship, and strange weapons. It uses moves to kill and press every step of the way. It has no Buddhist compassion and only pays attention to the angry eyes elephant.

I saw that the silver gun flicked and released countless spear flowers, covering Feng Daode's whole body directly, and came one step ahead of him.

This style of "Crossing the Sword and Riding the Dragon" is extremely fast and fierce, already the heart and mind are in harmony, the mind and the spirit are in harmony, Hong Xiguan has raised his power to the peak by relying on his fighting instinct.

On the journey of martial arts, Hong Xiguan seems to have stepped into the realm of being unique in advance!

But Feng Daode lifted his robe with his backhand, and the whisk in his hand threw out thousands of rays of light without any smoke, and collided with the gun head like a cloud of mist, and the deep internal energy burst out through the steel wire as thin as a hair. Feeling that Wanjun's strength on the gun suddenly lost control, the deadly throat-locking gun was staggered by the whisk, and finally plunged into the ground!

Although Hong Xiguan's martial arts is strong and brave, it is still not rich enough to temper and accumulate in front of veteran masters, and his internal strength is even more at a disadvantage. At this time, the fine steel wire whisk has circled Hong Xiguan's neck and strangled him tightly. Already clear.

"It seems that my Zhishan senior brother X is still reluctant to teach you the truth... But now that the wooden puppet alley that is full of blood and haunted by ghosts has been burned down, the original nightmare should be over."

Feng Daode's face was ancient and clumsy, and his voice was calm, "I won't kill you, let's go."

"Walk?"

Hong Xiguan struggled to pick up the spear, stepped on the barrel of the gun and bent it into a bow, and forcibly bounced off the restraints of the whisk, leaving bloodstains on his neck.

"If I don't kill all the Qing soldiers today and avenge Southern Shaolin and my Hong family, how can I just walk away!"

(End of this chapter)