Ming dynasty grand dude

However, he saw that he did not move forward, reversed, and retreated fiercely, with a fierce kick of a tiger's tail!

At this time, the knife in Qin Meng's hand had already swung up, but before he could cut off the kick, it landed on his forearm accurately.

There was only a "click~!", and a shrill scream came out of Qin Meng's mouth!

It was also at the moment when Qin Meng pulled out the saber and jumped up, a black light of flying chain "Hu~" flashed and hit the long saber.

"Dangcang~!" With a sound, it hit the long knife almost at the same time as the young grandpa's kick.

He threw the long knife straight out, and stabbed it on the table next to him with a sound of "Duh~!"

A few old soldiers of the Zhang family over there let out a low growl, and with red eyes, they threw their feet on the one who said "嗵嗵嗵~".

Kicked this Qin fiercely into a big shrimp, and curled up into a ball with a muffled groan.

Then he drew out the rope and tied it into a rice dumpling three or two times, and drew out the knife in his hand to chop him down!

Fortunately ~!Fortunately ~!Beads of sweat oozed from the foreheads of the native officials.

Fuck you, Cen Meng!You bastard wants to make your family rich, why drag me along? !

To kill the general of Guochao, this damn is a rebellion!Those who want to kill the Nine Clans!

You son of a bitch, you don't want to live, hurry up and die, why bother me? !

"Qinmeng! How dare you intend to murder the imperial court official?! How dare you!!"

The chief envoy really wanted to cry this time, knocking on his face so fiercely!The dog who knocked on Lima criticized the native officials!

Is it easy to mix labor and capital with seniority and become a chief executive? !

You toss a wool, if this little ancestor loses his hair in northern Guangxi, the old man's family will die!

"me……"

Qin Meng himself was also stunned, he was so angry that he didn't think so much just now.

Now that the hands were broken and the person was tied up, I suddenly realized what was going on.

"Uncle Qin, save his life first."

The little father-in-law glanced at the native official, and said indifferently: "We need manpower to build roads in western Guangxi."

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Chapter 634 The drizzle drizzles and the strong wind rises, cracking rocks and trees like blades (pick up seven)

"Everyone, who is coming?!"

When all the native officials heard what the young man said, their faces turned red instantly!

Losing is not losing, Qin Meng lost too badly.

Moreover, being directly pressed and rubbed on the ground under a sneak attack is a shame.

However, these native officials all cast their eyes at a person in unanimous agreement. This person was dressed in Zhuang's black and blue bunt.

Although he is not tall, he is muscular, with dark skin and sharp eyes like a cheetah in the forest.

He looked like he was in his early thirties with a bearded face, and he sat on the chair without losing his composure.

The other knives around his waist are also very special, and the little father-in-law's eyes are a bit solemn when he looks at it.

This knife has no guard, but it looks extremely thick and wide.

This is the "Fun Scattering" of the Zhuang family's Ang Fist, and it is not something that ordinary people dare to wear and use.

As long as it is a place where you have been fighting for many years, various boxing techniques, swords and guns will definitely be born.

There have been many battles in western Guangxi since the Qin Dynasty, and the boxing technique they derived is "angquan".

It is also called "Military Boxing" by some Zhuang family members. As for its origin, there are different opinions.

When Chen Zhoutong learned that the young man was coming to Guixi, he naturally did his homework for him in advance.

Especially this "Hang Fist", he once explained it emphatically.

Angquan, its shape is more similar to Muay Thai in later generations.

And they retain a strict "apprentice style", which is very similar to Muay Thai's "apprentice boxing dance".

But they added "mounting horse style" and "beating horse style", which are used in the expedition style.

In terms of boxing, there are multiple knee and elbow strikes, while retaining the headbutt and even bite attack methods.

In terms of weapons, it can be seen from the records of wolf soldiers that there are "swords and shields", "spears" and "double swords".

But these are not the key points. The most important and mysterious thing is "Fun Sa".

"Funsa" is not only a kind of knife technique, but also a kind of knife.

This kind of knife is the one worn by the native official of the Zhuang family, and it is also called the "elder knife".

Being able to wear it is not only a symbol of identity and status, but also shows that the person's "Fun Sa" has been practiced to the point of perfection.

Otherwise, you would not dare to take "Funsa" on the battlefield. Wearing "Funsa" means that you will use "Funsa" to fight against the enemy.

And you have to rush to the front as a vanguard, and you have to be able to convince the crowd and be able to hold back.

"Nandan Mo Jiheng, please enlighten me, General!"

Sure enough, it was the short and stout man who slowly stood up.

The hand on the handle of the knife was also put away, and it was a clasped fist at the little grandfather.

"Nandan Moshi?!"

The little father-in-law slightly raised his eyebrows, looking at this man in surprise.

The man seemed even more surprised, he nodded respectfully and said: "Ashamed to face the door lintel, it is because of the unworthy people in the Mo clan."

Morse!After all, this is the largest native official family in western Guangxi.

Zhang Xiaogong looked at Mo's eyes with a trace of complexity.

According to the records of "Song History", "Ming History" combined with "Qingyuan Fuzhi" and other ancient books, the Mo family had submitted to the Central Plains Dynasty very early.

Mo Hongyan, the first chieftain of the Mo family, was granted the title in the seventh year of Song Kaibao.

Until the early years of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty, Mobao, who was granted the title of a thousand households in Baxiantun by Yuan Dynasty, was dismissed and moved to live for a short time.

But in the second year of Yongle, Chen Gongxuan rebelled, attacked the county government, burned the government office, and the county magistrate Su Kuan abandoned the city and fled.

At that time, Mo Bao's great-great-grandson Mo Jingcheng led the tribe of native soldiers to exterminate Chen Gongxuan, and was promoted again as a native official.

So it's not without reason that Mo Jiheng from Nandan Mo's family can be matched with "Funsa", and it's not without reason that these native officials "tui".

One thing about the prestige of his family is that it is enough in terms of seniority and seniority.

Secondly, he is in his prime and has the ability to "spread".

If even he is defeated, these native officials really don't have the heart to challenge anymore.

"Please."

The little father-in-law stood up slowly, and made a please gesture to Mo Jiheng.

Names can be faked, identities can be impersonated, and even texts can be copied.

However, such things as kung fu are real.

When you stand on the stage, you can fight if you can fight, and it is clear at a glance whether you will fight or not.

The knife on the stage is out of its sheath, and one step is either dead or disabled.

As the month of the third day approached, the Ashikaga family's famous blade was solemnly handed over to the young master by Miss Ashikaga Tsuru.

Slowly walking out of the gate of the government office, an open space in the backyard became a temporary martial arts arena.

The native officials held their breath and stared, and no one dared to say a word.

Housekeeper Xiao Zhou pressed the handle of the knife, and the old soldiers of the Zhang family silently held the longbow in their hands.

"You have to have some faith in me!"

Seeing the family's movements, the little father-in-law smiled slightly: "They don't move, so don't move."

With that said, he walked into the arena and slightly cupped his hands at Mo Jiheng.

"There are no fathers and sons in the battlefield, and there is no dignity in the arena."

Yu Chihu's face gradually became serious, and he nodded to Mo Jiheng: "See the real chapter under my hand!"

Mo Jiheng didn't speak, but silently stood opposite Yu Chihu and slowly cupped his fists.

With a kick of "Du~!", the arched horse stepped forward and let out a sound of "Huh~!".

Miss Miao An, who was already bowed and ready to strike at any time, narrowed her beautiful almond eyes slightly.

"It's a good hand!"

As soon as the expert stretches out his hand, he will know whether it is there.

This kick of tama and the posture of the knife, that's where the kung fu will be seen.

In contrast, the little grandpa didn't make such a big movement. He saw that he was breathing steadily and slowly drew a half circle with one leg.

Then he leaned forward slightly, holding the scabbard with one hand and pressing down.

The other hand is holding the handle of the knife, and the whole person even looks a little low.

The pair of phoenix and peach blossoms had already narrowed their eyes and stared at Mo Jiheng, and their breathing began to become long and stretched.

Mo Jiheng's body moved forward slightly, the knife in his hand remained unchanged, and his body shape remained unchanged.

It's just that the breathing became heavier, and the legs moved extremely cautiously and slowly.

The leopard's eyes kept flashing, but no saber was drawn.

Jade Chihu didn't move at all, and didn't even blink his eyes for half a minute.

There are all kinds of masters here, even those native officials have family background.

Everyone held their breath and stared, not daring to speak, and stared at the movements of the two of them.

They had never seen such a scene before, and Mo Jiheng's "Fun Sha" was also well-known in West Guangxi.

But almost no one has seen him make it, and some people have challenged it.

Those who went to find fault with him failed to come out alive after closing the door.

On weekdays, he has never heard of him practicing swords at home, so no one knows exactly how well Mo Jiheng practiced "Fun Sa".

What they don't know is that there is a reason why this "Fun Sa" is called "Elder Sword".

This is not just a set of knife skills, a knife, and an identity.

It actually has a set of sacrificial functions, and practicing this set of knives is equivalent to inheriting a special position.

This position is called "Dao Gong".

The Zhuang family loves witches and ghosts, worships their ancestors and respects heaven, and almost every village has a "Dao Gong" since long ago.

And the reason why the Mo family was expelled was that they were able to gather their hands to counter the rebellion and send troops for no reason.

In fact, their family also inherited the identity of "Dao Gong", and the appeal of this identity is extremely strong in some villages.

The other native officials also knew about their family's identity.

It's just that what they don't know is that the "Funsa" knife inherited by Daogong is actually a set of sacrificial rituals.

When practicing a knife, you only pick a knife.

The location must be on the top of the mountain, with red silk wrapped around the head, incense and wine sprinkled to worship the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth.

It is also necessary to sacrifice the knife and recite the mantra before the dance "Fun Sa" can be performed.

And "Fun Sa" itself has this set of formulas passed down by word of mouth, almost all of which are passed down from father to son, and outsiders don't know about it.

"Huchi~huchi~!"

Mo Jiheng's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his face gradually turned red.

Although the saber style in his hand remained unchanged, his figure continued to slowly move towards the young man.

However, the distance between the two sides has been shortened to less than a knife, and everyone is holding their breath.