Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 34 The Ganges Sand Number
"Earth Dragon turned over!"

"Hurry up and hide!"

Hong Lixiang was relatively thin and weak, unable to move left and right while shaking, so he could only hug a crooked tree tightly, watching the sparse canopy trembling in despair, as if even the wild tree couldn't calm down in his heart.

Just when Hong Lixiang's eyes were wandering around, he suddenly saw Chen Jinnan not far away.

Hong Lixiang belongs to the old son of the family, and there is a big difference in age from his sister, so his understanding of Mr. Chen is limited to a few words of his family members.

Until getting along day and night in recent days, he thought that he was quite familiar with Chen Jinnan, and he confirmed that the person in front of him was a hero among men who was upright and loyal.

But what he saw now was a man with an expression like the faint waves of light from an ancient well, and like the murderous intent brought by the spring and autumn brushwork in ancient books.

Chen Jinnan is like a chess player holding on to his son for a long time. A chess piece in his hand can turn into a shocking killer move when it falls on the chessboard. It seems that Chen Jinnan's repeated forbearance before finally gave birth to a piercing sword spirit!

Hong Lixiang was stunned, but his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound, so he had to follow Chen Jinnan's line of sight—at the end of his line of sight was the Lama Keba whose face was like wax paper.

The lama's hat has long since disappeared, and he is sitting on the monk's carriage that no one has lifted. The two peerless swords are thrown on the ground indifferently, and one hand is on his knees. His body begins to shake with a chuckle, and slowly evolves into He looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

His voice could not be heard in the earthquake, but his mad and reckless appearance seemed to be able to overwhelm the frenzy of the earth dragon turning over, making Hong Lixiang feel horrified that what came out of his mouth was a mountain roar that shook the world!

Hong Lixiang rubbed his eyes, and suddenly remembered those counselors mentioned in ancient books who used mountains and rivers as chessboards and common people as chess pieces. Did they also look like this when they were angry and the princes were afraid?

The exclamations kept ringing out, and the scene of the collapse of the sky and the ground lasted only a few breaths, but it had already left a deep shadow on the people in the ancient city of Minyue. The fear of extinguishing the flame in my heart.

The torch was extinguished because it was tilted from side to side, and the city was suddenly plunged into suffocating darkness. There were only a few dim lights floating outside the city.

As the aftershock dissipated, the monk soldiers and the Jagged Boys lighted the torches again, and finally illuminated the surroundings. The faces of Chen Jinnan and Keba, who were silently confronting each other, suddenly changed, as if what they had done in the darkness just now was just a nightmare of Hong Lixiang.

"Master Chen, this game of chess should be over."

The demon monk Keba whispered, playing with the skull gabala bowl in his hand, as if admiring a rare treasure, "In the contest between Hong Xiguan and Feng Daochang, after all, Hong Xiguan's weak victory over the strong, this time I count lost."

He raised his hand and threw it, and Song Lizong's skull drew a parabola and landed in Chen Jinnan's hands.

Chen Jinnan was also not polite, and put away the Gabala bowl with a solemn expression. Maybe it was meaningless to lose both sides in this competition, but this was the dignity of the Han people, and it was a victory that Hong Xiguan bet his life on.

"Now that neither of us has generals available, is this last match better?"

Chen Jinnan had a smile on his face, his scholarly face was full of vigor and no sharpness could be seen at all.

Feng Daode's sudden intervention could have forcibly overwhelmed the combination of Chen Jinnan and Hong Xiguan, and used this trump card to determine the overall situation.However, he was reluctant to defeat Hong Xiguan after Yan Zhendong lost his anger, which resulted in the whole court being clean after the exchange was over, and he no longer had the power to make a final decision.

Lama Keba also sighed, "Mr. Chen, as you said, it is difficult to continue the gambling fight now. How about changing it to a literary fight, how about we have a 'paper talk'?"

Keba's tone was weird, and he looked at Chen Jinnan with bright eyes, apparently without any regrets.

Chen Jinnan's expression was not disturbed either.

"How can it be considered 'talking about war on paper'!" Hong Lixiang said instead of him, trembling all over his body, obviously these words had exhausted his courage.

Keba glanced at the young man approvingly, but did not speak, and Chen Jinnan also remained silent, the two of them had already tacitly agreed.

Keba shook his monk's robe and stood up, pointing in all directions.

"My lord Shunzhi swept all directions, and the Eight Banners trod across the battlefield with iron hoofs. The world has long been unspeakable. Such as Li Chuang, Zhang Xian, and Hongguang Longwu are just diseases of ringworm and scabies. In Wuyi, if you send a duckweed to a pond, when the waves beat the wind, you will be crushed by the wind!"

What Keba talked about with eloquence was the struggle against the Qing Dynasty in today's world.

After four major defeats, Li Chengdong, Jin Shenghuan and others who dared to fight against the Qing Dynasty in the enemy camp were killed one after another, and all the land of the vigorous seven provinces was also lost.

Anti-Qing Fuming has come to this moment, and it seems that there is only an empty name left.

Chen Jinnan shook his head slowly, and said loudly: "Although my Ming Dynasty is weak, I still have the hearts of the people; although the territory is lost, I will not reduce my loyal ministers. At the time, the remaining parties under the command of Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong were unwilling to surrender to the Qing Dynasty, and the people looked to the master like rain, let alone The king of Yanping County, Hu, occupies Fujian and Guangdong, Zhang Shangshuhuang's words are to protect the southeast, Li Dingguo and Li Dingguo are two famous kings, and the yoke prevents the Tartars from advancing and retreating, how can we say that they are lost!"

The tantric lama is good at discussing Taoism and debating scriptures, and Chen Jinnan is both civil and military, and his eloquence is not hindered.

But no matter how much empty talk there is, it is not as good as empathizing with the actual situation, so Lama Keba changed his mind, stopped talking about the chaotic world trend, and spoke directly to the current situation.

"Master Chen, you said that there is still hope for the world to return to the Ming Dynasty, but at this moment in Wuyi Mountain, you are indeed unable to fly! Don't forget that the reinforcements from the three provinces, six prefectures and eleven counties have arrived, and the strength of my troops has exceeded one thousand. How can you resist with more than a hundred people in your area?"

The people in the martial arts looked at each other, their faces gradually depressed, guessing the opponent's hope of killing them all, and their morale dropped.

Chen Jinnan laughed loudly, but instead of answering in person, he turned his head to a young man in white and red scarf, and asked loudly, "How many people!"

The members of the Jagged Youth League of Tiandihui suddenly raised their heads and shouted, "Eight people!"

Chen Jinnan nodded, and came to another boy, "How many people are there!"

The teenager's eyes were tearing apart: "12 people!"

Afterwards, the question continued, the number ranged from three to five, and as many as ten, the voice was extremely majestic, the young man's slightly immature voice seemed to be crying blood, even the soldiers of the Eight Banners who had killed countless people in the Qing army couldn't help it Slightly frowned.

Lama Keba frowned and sarcastically said: "You Ming's tricks of falsely reporting military achievements and losing military funds, and you still refuse to get rid of it? Even if you falsely increase the number of Ganges sands, can you turn defeat into victory?"

But what answered him was a broadsword that sliced ​​across the ground, and the murderous aura radiated along with the formation of the Jagged Boys, piercing his eyebrows with pain.

"False report?"

Chen Jinnan said coldly, "The numbers mentioned by these children are the blood debts of their families being slaughtered by the Tartars! Tiandihui has witnessed countless tragedies from north to south, all of which were caused by the brutality of the Manchu Qing Dynasty. The young people you saw, They are all orphans whose families were destroyed by the Tartars!"

The iron-blooded youth group of more than a hundred people kept silent, but tears rolled down quietly, and what flowed in the eyes was the hatred hidden under the basalt, hotter than magma!
"Don't they know that people will die here? No, they all know that this is an inevitable situation! But they have no choice, because they are not living for themselves, but for the dead souls of their families, so they gritted their teeth and lived until now!"

"It's ridiculous! You only see the 120 members of the Jagged Youth League today, but you can't see the 330 and [-] members who owed blood yesterday! Then you can't see tomorrow even more, just like the number of Han people who are determined to fight against the Qing Dynasty in the Ganges River!"

"You say, how can my world be defeated! You are full of Qing, how can you sit firmly in this Chi County of Shenzhou!"

(End of this chapter)