Chun Feng Du Jian

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In the early winter of the year, a layer of frost formed on the ground at night, and the next day it thawed, soaking the soil slightly damp, and the horses and horses passed by, leaving clear ruts and hoofprints on the road.

The place where the mark came from was a carriage team, several fine horses surrounded the green covered cart in the middle, the cart was very simple and nothing special, the men on the horses were all tall and strong, with bright eyes, although they were dressed in commoner clothes, There are many calluses and rough scars on the tiger's mouth, which is obviously the son of a practitioner who has practiced martial arts for many years.

They were riding good horses, but their feet were not fast. They just walked slowly towards the mountain.The west wind was blowing slowly, and the curtains of the car were blown open a small gap. Before the people in the car noticed, a guard accompanying him said: "Your Majesty, it's cold outside, please press the curtains tighter, and be careful not to catch the cold."

A hand belonging to a young man pushed aside the bamboo curtain along the gap. The voice of the person in the car was slightly hoarse, and he said with a smile: "It's not a sick child, are you afraid that I will blow it away?"

The guard was still young, and he was not restrained when talking to his master. He said, "What time is it? The northwest wind blows people like knives. Although Baoan Temple is in the suburbs, it is fifty or sixty miles away from the capital." Here, those who lack medical care and medicine, you should take good care of them!"

The boy was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was handsome and gentle. However, from fingertips to wrists, he was white and slender, with well-defined joints. He was a pair of scholar's hands, and he seemed unable to lift a knife.He is young and doesn't have the slightest martial arts skills, but he is very comfortable talking with this group of guards, without any sense of unfamiliarity, he continued: "It's easy to handle, when you enter the Hall of Pharmacists later, you simply Just kowtow twice more for me."

Everyone around laughed. Fan Yang held on for a while, but couldn't help breaking his skills. He shook his head and said: "The princess is not here, I think no one can hold the prince anymore."

The young man smiled and said, "If my mother had the time to hold me down, she would have carried me to Bao'an Temple with a mobilizing force? She would have come here by herself."

Prince Qing Wenkezhen's concubine Liu was born in Wanlaimen, Mengfeng City. She was very affectionate with King Qing, and soon after they got married they had their first child.However, when Liu was young, he rode the rivers and lakes and defended the city side by side with King Qing. He had gone through hundreds of battles and had many hidden injuries. Therefore, the fetal image of this baby was quite unstable, and he was going to be born prematurely before September.At that time, the palace was only less than a hundred miles away from the capital, and there were no villages around. Fortunately, Zen Master Huitong, the abbot of Baoan Temple in the suburbs of Beijing, was merciful and made an exception to open the gate of the temple to take in the princess. Therefore, Wen Heng, the eldest son of King Qing, stayed in a dilapidated wing room that day. Fell to the ground.

King Qing and his wife have been married for many years, and they only have this one child, so they cherish it extremely.The day after Wen Kezhen received the letter, he sent the steward of the palace to search for someone to renovate the Baoan Temple inside and out. Liu's family was even more grateful for Abbot Huitong's kindness. Every year, he went to the temple to offer incense, and it has been unshakable for 15 years.It's just that unfortunately this year she was ill and had to rest at home, so she sent her eldest son Wen Heng to offer incense for her to fulfill her wish.

The prince and concubine are very close to this son's treasure, even though going to Bao'an Temple is similar to going to the street to buy vegetables, they also sent a group of good guards to accompany him.Moreover, Wen Heng's physique is different from others, all the eight meridians are dark.How important are the meridians and root bones for those who study martial arts? Martial arts geniuses are born with a somewhat wider meridian than others, such as a smooth road, and the internal energy of the true energy circulates smoothly and freely; the meridians of ordinary people may be subtle or stagnant, like a narrow path in the forest .And Wen Heng has been a wasteland since he was born, not to mention the path, there is not even a stone or soil clod.

This kind of root is no different from a disabled person, not to mention self-cultivation, even if he finds a master to teach him the kung fu, Wen Heng is doomed to be unable to practice high-quality kung fu in his life.Although Wen Kezhen is the king of Qing, he is also a first-class master himself, but there is nothing he can do about his son's illness.He also collected many rare books and cheats in an attempt to cleanse Wen Heng's marrow of the Book of Changes, but after such a toss, Wen Heng's internal energy is still like a pool of stagnant water, without any waves.

Until Princess Dongyang celebrated her birthday three years ago, King Qing brought his family to the mansion to congratulate her. The adults drank and chatted during the banquet, while Wen Heng was taken by his cousins ​​to play in the garden.In recent years, the palace has said to the outside world that he is weak and unsuitable for martial arts, so these children dare not take him to draw a bow and horse. It's not easy for the young masters to go off in person, it's better to let each of the accompanying guards compete, and the winner can get some rewards.

It is not an honorable game to watch people fight their lives for fun, but King Qing was awarded a title for his military achievements, and the princess was also from a family of martial arts. It is self-evident who this proposal is slapping.Wen Heng was only 12 years old at the time, at the age when he was aggressive but ignorant, when he heard this proposal, he immediately nodded in agreement, pointed to Fan Yang beside him, and ordered: "Go and compete with them. "

Fan Yang is a bodyguard promoted by Wen Kezhen from the army. Although he is young, his martial arts are already outstanding, otherwise he would not have been sent by King Qing to protect his son.Hearing this, he felt something was wrong, but since he couldn't disobey Wen Heng in public, and there was no one around who could tell the truth, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and accept the order, and smiled wryly at the guards who came out from Shunyi's mansion on the other side. , cupped his hands and said, "Please."

Wen Heng didn't do anything else, walked to the gazebo in the garden and sat down, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "The first game is going to be a good start, you can only win but not lose."

Fan Yang felt even more bitter when he heard this, but he had no choice but to go on.When the two of them came to an open space, the guards of Shunyi Bo's Mansion took the lead. Fan Yang took a closer look and knew that it was the "Tiger Fighting Fist" popular in the army.The guard yelled and rushed forward, his bowl-sized fist rushed straight in front of him with the wind, Fan Yang immediately retreated to dodge, and used the "Stealing the Sky and Changing the Sun" in the "Tiantian Palm" to parry the heavy punch from bottom to top , send out the right palm, push the person's left shoulder hard, making him turn around in a circle, this move is called "Spinning the Earth".The third palm "Floating Wind and Water" followed closely, changing vertical palms into horizontal palms, pushing out both palms at the same time, hitting the opponent's chest, and immediately sending him flying horizontally.

Although Fan Yang's "Tiantian Palm" was not ready yet, Shan Sheng used his strength in the first move "Stealing the sky and changing the sun" to use his strength.Fighting Tiger Fist is powerful, strong and unparalleled, hence the name, but its disadvantage is that it is hard to get rid of, if it can't be hit with one blow, and the opponent can see the opening, it will only be hanged and beaten.

"it is good!"

Scattered applause and applause came from the sidelines. Just as Fan Yang was relieved by this small victory, he saw the lost guard silently get up from the ground and kneel down towards Uncle Shunyi. I was rewarded with a heartwarming kick by the little master: "Trash Dim Sum! What do I need you for!"

The guard thought he was used to the young master's temper, so he didn't dare to avoid it. After receiving that kick, he still bowed his head and said: "This subordinate is incompetent, please punish me, young master."

The young master said coldly, "Get lost."

This scene somewhat made him a bodyguard. Fan Yang subconsciously looked back at Wen Heng who was sitting in the pavilion.However, this was clearly a clean victory, but the little young master did not show any joy on his face, instead he frowned slightly, as if he was still somewhat dissatisfied.

Fan Yang was almost spat out by him.

He brushed off his sleeves and was about to end when suddenly he heard someone shouting: "Fist and kick are grinding, what's the point, compare it with a sword!"

The servant next to him was afraid of causing trouble, so he hurriedly persuaded him: "My lord, you must not do it. Today is a good day for the eldest princess. How can you use a knife or a sword? Just watch some fists and kicks to relieve boredom."

Hearing this, the man lost his temper a little, and he didn't dare to do it again.Prince Jian Wenche, who had been watching the show all the time, turned around and broke off two thick branches from the peach tree, and compared them in his hands, saying: "What's so difficult about it? Ask them to compare with this, and the branches are just fine." It doesn't hurt anyone."

The branch was thrown in front of his eyes, Fan Yang had no choice but to catch it, his heart sank, he knew that this competition would never be good.Wen Che was obviously well prepared, so he glanced at him with confidence, turned aside to let the guards behind him back, and said with a smile, "Mr. Chu, are you here to play with them?"

The man was past his age, his temples were star-white, he was not wearing the color of a guard, but a long gray cloth robe, his hands were as thin as eagle claws, he held the peach branch like a sword, and did not accept Wen Che's words , walked straight into the battle circle.

Fan Yang saw that his footwork was steady and his breath was long. He was obviously a master of the inner family and definitely not an ordinary guard, so he felt that he should not rush into the battle.But before he could figure out how to speak, Wen Heng had already stopped him with words: "Cousin, what do you mean, are you going to fight with wheels?"

Wen Che said with a half-smile: "Don't worry, little cousin, this guard is very skilled, the three palms just now are just for him to exercise his muscles. Of course, if you are timid, then just pretend that I didn't say that .”

He used this provocative method very skillfully, Wen Heng really took the bait, snorted coldly: "Cousin, don't underestimate me."

Fan Yang was in a bad mood, afraid that he would fall into someone else's trap, but he only heard Heng say: "Although I won't renege on my debts, I can't let you take advantage of everything. Anyway, my guards just beat me up for a while. Next, your guards will ask him to do three moves, he is only allowed to defend, not to fight back, how about it?"

Huh, isn't that too stupid?

Wen Che and Mr. Chu looked at each other, and saw that the other's eyes moved slightly, which meant a promise, so he replied loudly: "That's very good, everyone will compete fairly."

Fan Yang was completely set on fire this time. He was good at sword skills but not good at using swords, but with peach branches in hand, it didn't matter if he made a sword or a knife.He was flexing his wrists and thinking about how to respond when he saw Wen Heng beckoning to him from above.Fan Yang hesitated for a moment, but walked over: "What is your order?"

Wen Heng asked him to listen to him, and whispered a few words, Fan Yang frowned, his brows were full of suspicion.Wen Che saw it from the opposite side, and couldn't help laughing to himself, and whispered to Mr. Chu: "Mr. Hardworking, this match must make him see it very well."

That Mr. Chu neither talked to him nor paid any attention to others, but stood in the field with a peach branch in his hand, looking solemn and dignified, with a noble demeanor, which aroused the curiosity of those princes and grandchildren who laughed at him for his shabby clothes.

Wen Heng on the other end had finished explaining, and Fan Yang's expression became much more complicated when he went on stage again.He took a deep breath, clasped his fists to Mr. Chu and said, "I've accepted."

Before the word "Le" was pronounced softly, the other person had already stepped forward, leaped high with his toes on the ground, swung a tree branch and slashed straight down.

The sound of the wind was shrill and piercing. It was obvious that he was infused with true energy, and it was as if he was going to fight to the death at the beginning.Mr. Chu lowered his eyes and didn't move until the young leaves on the branch were about to sweep his hair, then he raised his sword lightly, twisted his wrist, jumped up, and spun around in mid-air following the momentum of the sword.Most of Fan Yang's incomparably fierce momentum was unknowingly eliminated by him. One of his branches seemed to be bitten tightly by Mr. Chu's branches, twisted extremely tightly, like a giant python wrapped around him, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

He had never seen such a weird swordsmanship before, his mind was flustered, his palms were sweating, and the thin peach branch was hard to hold, so Mr. Chu pulled it away and flew out of his hand.

There was a moment of silence around, and then burst into applause.

A smug look appeared on Wen Che's face, and he lip-synced to Wen Heng in the pavilion at the other end: "There are two more tricks."

In just one round, Fan Yang was sweating on his forehead. He picked up the peach branch and collected himself. When he struck again, the saber technique suddenly changed. It contains knives that are slashed in six different directions, like a snake shadow accompanying, airtight, it is the "Golden Snake Dance" in Wan Laimen's "27 Routes of Spiritual Knife".

Just now Mr. Chu responded to his straight attack with "wrapping", this time Fan Yang retaliated with "Golden Snake Dance", the peach branch was like a spirit snake spit out a letter, straight to the opponent's heart.Mr. Chu straightened his sword to meet him, and the tip of the peach branch pierced through the dazzling shadows with great precision, intending to hit the Quchi point on Fan Yang's right arm.Fan Yang had no choice but to withdraw the saber. Taozhi twirled around in his hand and changed to hold it horizontally with his backhand, lowering his center of gravity.Mr. Chu didn't have time to retreat, and he was about to be swept by his blade, so he touched the ground with a peach branch, and with this weak force, he floated up, and volleyed and landed behind Fan Yang.If it weren't for the agreement of "no retaliation", he could have given him a sword on the vest on the spot.

After the three moves, the situation on the field is very clear, the sword skills of the two are very different, as long as Mr. Chu makes a move, Fan Yang will definitely lose.However, at this moment, Wen Heng suddenly got up and shouted: "Wait a minute!"