[Comprehensive martial arts] Wuji his brother

In the next half month, the heavy rain continued, Zhang Wuzhang saw that all the supplies had been prepared, and ordered Feng Gongying to deliver them to the disaster area continuously, if there was not enough money, he would take it from Hua's family first, and pay it back when he came back.

This was what he had agreed with Huamanlou that day, and the Hua family was so concerned about the country and the people, he was not too polite to them.When Zhang Wuzhang was walking on the road, he heard the report from the spies who went to explore the road: "Master, the Yellow River has taken the Huai River into the sea, and the Fengqiu area has become a paddy field."

Zhang Wuzhang asked: "How is the disaster situation?"

The spy shook his head and said: "The brothers in the front line haven't sent back any news for a day. I'm afraid it's chaos, and they haven't freed up yet."

Zhang Wuzhang didn't ask any more questions, and after another half a day, he heard people report that two Taoist priests from the Zhengyi Sect had gone to the Fengqiu area to lobby a few days in advance, and a considerable part of the people had moved ahead of time, with only three to four out of ten casualties. , most of the injuries were the elderly and young children who were unable to travel long distances, and the number has dropped sharply compared to previous years.

The spies held up two portraits with both hands: "These are sent back by the brothers at the front line."

Zhang Wuzhang opened it up to look, and saw that one of them was the real Taicheng, and the other picture was also an old man with a sense of immortality, but he didn't know what his origin was.

He didn't know anything about Tianshijiao, and seeing Linghu Chong's blank face, he asked around, a middle-aged man hesitated and said: "Your subordinate looks like Zhang Tianshi, but he looks older than when we met a few years ago."

This man was once sent to the capital to spy on information, and this picture of Tianshi should refer to the 39th generation successor of Tianshijiao, Daoist Taixuan.Zhang Wuzhang pondered for a while, and rolled up the portrait: "No matter what this person's background is, it's always good if he can persuade some of them to leave." After saying that, he stopped talking and concentrated on his way.

The closer to the Fengqiu area, the more unbearable the scene is. Zhang Wuzhang has seen the severe drought in Fengyang, and this place is another shocking experience.Seeing that there was still a day's journey to go, he couldn't bear it any longer, so he abandoned his horse and moved forward with light work.

After walking for two hours, they met several groups of victims, and all the dry food in their bags had been distributed. Linghu Chong heard the faint sound of water flowing outside, took out the water bag and saw that it was empty, and said, "You take a rest here, I will Go get some water."

Zhang Wuzhang sighed: "At this moment, I wish I could be a chancellor and drink all the water in this river in one go."

Seeing the bad atmosphere these few days, he forced himself to tell a cold joke.Linghu Chong was very appreciative, and said happily, "It's better to be a Buddha, with a big belly." After saying that, he left, and after a while, he came back with a crying baby in his arms, and said, "I saw this swaddling baby Attached to a cross-bar and drifting along the current, it happened to be blocked by the branches sticking out on both sides."

Zhang Wuzhang took a look with his head, and said worriedly: "We don't have anything to eat, and the nearest county town is several hours' walk away." They are martial arts practitioners, they can endure a day or two of hunger, and they can breathe in one breath. All the dry food was sent out, not to mention that such a small child couldn't swallow the dry food.

"It's fine if he can last for a few hours, and if he can't, he can't. I think this kid has a lot of life, so maybe he can't." Linghu Chong took off his outer robe to wrap the baby up, and discarded the wet swaddle.

The two continued on their way, seeing that the town was approaching, the baby's crying gradually weakened, but he was still breathing.Zhang Wuzhang said: "I'll go to the government office first to lure the officers and soldiers away, you sneak into it and see if there is rice soup or something."

Many refugees have surrounded the gate of the government office, the Yellow River has just burst its embankment, the relief rice has not yet been distributed, there are no porridge givers on both sides of the road, and the rich rice merchants have closed their doors. The two sides fought into a ball, and the corpses were everywhere.

Among them, there were a few strong farmers who rushed to the front to resist the officers and soldiers. Most of them were injured, and some fell to the ground waiting to die.

Zhang Wuzhang tore off the dusty clothes on his body, revealing the red clothes inside, like a spirit ape jumping a tree, holding one side of the eaves with both hands, spun around, inserted obliquely into the crowd, An officer and soldier beat him to death, grabbed his weapon and threw it on the ground, loudly saying: "Follow me if your feet are not soft!"

Because the Yuan Dynasty banned the use of iron and bronze by the Han people, a village often shared a kitchen knife. In the past, farmers held wooden sticks and sticks to fight against the enemy's iron blade.Immediately at this moment, two strong men pulled out the big swords on the ground and screamed: "Fuck you!"

There were more than forty people blocking the door, and only a dozen officers and soldiers. Zhang Wuzhang killed them all, ignoring what happened behind him, and smashed the red door to pieces with his volleying palm.

Earlier, a group of Yuan soldiers hid behind the door and prepared to sneak attack. The first four were shot by flying wood fragments, three were killed and one was injured, and the rest handed out their weapons one after another.

Zhang Wuzhang let out a long cry, his face was green and red, his hands were connected, the Yuan soldiers couldn't help themselves, and the weapon in his hand turned back to kill himself, eight of them died immediately, the remaining one was stronger in martial arts, and narrowly escaped Crucially, he cut off his left shoulder, fell to the ground and couldn't believe it, screaming: "Monster magic! This person can demon magic!"

The young people who rushed into the yamen following Zhang Wuzhang also felt chills all over their bodies when they saw the Yuan soldiers wiping their swords horizontally, one of them retorted: "Nonsense, the red scarf hero has a benevolent and childlike face, and there is something extraordinary about it!"

When Zhang Wuzhang became famous, he was still young, with an immature face, but his martial arts were extremely high, he was regarded as a god, and he was called "the face of a child" in Fengyang.Later, as he grew up day by day, his stature and appearance grew, and this title was not mentioned by many people.

He smiled at this person, slipped his feet and jumped up into the air, took off his outer robe, and used it as a long whip to catch all the arrows that fell from the eaves.At the same time, the white python whip shot out, knocking the ambushing archers to the ground one by one.

The empty-handed civilians immediately picked up the broken arrows, saw that the archers who were not killed had been stabbed to death, and seeing that Zhang Wuzhang had entered the official hall, a person shouted: "Hurry up, let's follow in!"

The yamen of this small county town didn't have many good people, Zhang Wuzhang killed three in and three out in a single stick of incense, except for the women's family members and children who remained unmoved, all those in imperial costumes were killed.

He stood under the eaves and glanced around to see if any fish had slipped through the net. He heard someone say: "Hero of the red scarf, the granary is half empty. I don't know where this dog official hid all the food!"

Immediately another person said: "I have asked people to ask, this county magistrate shipped more than half of the grain to the local wealthy households, they originally planned to abandon the government office and hide in the rich households' homes if there were too many people besieging the government office. "

Zhang Wuzhang turned his head to look, and saw Linghu Chong jumped up empty-handed, and wondered, "Where's that child?"

"I found a sister-in-law to take care of it outside." Linghu Chong said, "The biggest wealthy family in the area is surnamed Zhang, and there are [-] guards in his family. Not all of these people are damned, so there is no need to kill them all."

Zhang Wuzhang wiped his face, and ordered these people to distribute some of the rice grains he found from the government office, and said: "They should be killed for helping the tyrant, but they stand up to speak for the people at this time, and they will definitely be expelled by the rich. If you died of starvation, you can forgive me."

Linghu Chong sighed: "I'm afraid that if you kill the whole family again, although you kill quickly, it will be bad for your reputation."

"These people are all officials, but the guardians of the wealthy households are the people. They are different." Zhang Wuzhang took out a thin booklet from his pocket, and showed him a page, "Look, this government office There is no good thing, there are evil deeds, all of them should be killed, and in the next town, there is a catcher Zhang who has a good reputation among the people, and I will keep him."

"I underestimated you." Linghu Chong looked carefully at his brochure, rolled up his sleeves and said, "There are eight wealthy households here, and there are three households that are big treacherous and evil people on weekdays. I start from the south, and you start from the north. Who will reach the middle one first?"

Zhang Wuzhang smiled and said: "Okay, I'm afraid you won't make it, so why bet on it?"

Linghu Chong was shocked and said: "I gave you the waistband, and you still want to get my lottery?"

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After solving the town, the two selected a few scholars to supervise the porridge, and only rushed to the next town after the Red Scarf Sect and a group arrived.

Pushing all the way forward in this way, the embankment of the Yellow River is not far away. There is still some distance from Fengqiu, which was first affected by the disaster, but with the continuous torrential rain, the embankment of the embankment has become bigger and bigger.

There happened to be a sub-rudder of the Red Scarf Sect here, and they built a porridge shed early on to give out good porridge, Zhang Wuzhang took a closer look and said, "Give me a bowl too."

The person in charge of distributing the porridge was a young man dressed as a scholar. He looked up at his attire with a suspicious look on his face. After a few hesitations, he still didn’t ask any questions. He picked out a ceramic bowl without a big gap, filled it with two spoons and gave it to him. .

Zhang Wuzhang held the porridge bowl and counted, sighed: "This bowl is worth half a bowl, but the rice grains are only a hundred."

The young man lowered his head and didn't say anything. An old man who lined up to get the porridge helped and said, "In the beginning, a bowl of porridge could hold chopsticks in it, and the portion was enough. I've never had such thick disaster relief rice in my life." .It’s just that after so many days of disaster, there’s not enough food here, but more and more people come to receive the porridge. There’s nothing I can do about it. If the porridge is thin, at least I can drink it for a few more days.”

Although he was dressed in rags, his conversation was somewhat extraordinary.Zhang Wuzhang said with a smile: "Don't worry, I don't mean to blame. Seeing that this little brother took the job of distributing the porridge, but his own lips are dry and cracked, you know it's not their pockets."

The scholar finally showed excitement, and blurted out: "But the master Zhang?"

Zhang Wuzhang complied, and asked about the details of this place, seeing that the scholar was exhausted, he took the spoon in his hand and helped to share the porridge.

The scholar said helplessly: "Half a month after the disaster, the rice for the imperial court's relief has not yet been allocated. The refugees from the surrounding counties heard that there was someone giving out porridge here, and they rushed here one after another. Not to mention that this place is originally a small town, even a big city can't stand so many people. People are coming."

He didn't say anything else, but Zhang Wuzhang knew well that although there was a branch of the Red Turban Sect in this place, after disasters occurred nearby, some of the rice had to be transported to other towns, so it couldn't just be used by the people in one place.

He smiled and said: "You guys have done a good job." Seeing that the old man received the porridge, he squatted under the wall not far away and drank it.

At this time, the scholar Fang whispered: "Master, this person has been here for less than half a month. I have seen him a few times. He seems to be a figure of the White Lotus Sect."

Seeing that he didn't look like an ordinary beggar, Zhang Wuzhang asked, "Apart from this person, is there anything else worth noting?"

The scholar said: "Three days ago, my subordinate saw a group of nuns passing by in a hurry. The leader was a tall man who looked like a man. Apart from them, there was also a Taoist escort, who looked like the Six Heroes of Yin."

Their leader has a close relationship with Wudang, so naturally his disciples pay attention to all the knights in Wudang.The scholar had seen the portrait of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, and even with a quick glance, he recognized him.

Zhang Wuzhang said: "The nun in the lead is probably Master Dingyi of the Hengshan School." A group of nuns from the Hengshan School are not good at martial arts, but all of them have a heart of chivalry, which is really commendable.

He didn't expect that Yin Liting would also come, and asked them the direction of their journey, and told Linghu Chong about it after he came back from a stroll.

Linghu Chong said happily: "I just found the Huashan School's mark in the outer corner of the city wall, I'm afraid Master and the others will arrive too." The mark is still brand new, Yue Buqun and others have passed by here less than two days.

Zhang Wuzhang said: "The affected area is so vast, there are not enough manpower, there is no need to join them, let's choose another way."

Linghu Chong hurriedly said: "It's natural, I see the direction pointed by the mark, the master should be heading towards Fengqiu like the masters of the Hengshan School, how about we turn around and avoid the center of the disaster?"

Zhang Wuzhang spread out the map, discussed with him for a while, selected a new route, and headed northwest, but bumped into Yu Lianzhou and Zhang Songxi.

Zhang Wuzhang saw at a glance that Wudang came in batches, they left a few days later than Yin Liting, he hurriedly asked, "Will Brother Song and Wuji come?"

"This place is a mess, and there may be people with ulterior motives among the victims. Even if I still need to be careful, I asked them to follow your father and leave later. The two of us came first," Yu Lianzhou said. .

Zhang Wuzhang wondered: "But someone from my sect saw Sixth Uncle escorting the Hengshan nuns to the disaster area alone." Isn't it a team of two?Don't let another partner with Yin Liting have an accident.

Yu Lianzhou just sighed, Zhang Songxi said: "The Sixth Junior Brother has gone down the mountain since Master's birthday, and hasn't returned for several months. I'm afraid he went to look for Miss Dong. Unexpectedly, he also came."

Zhang Wuzhang felt that he was wronged by this matter, so he didn't say any more, just sighed.

Yu Lianzhou asked about their itinerary, and said, "The rain has been much less these days, and if we go further out, we will leave the disaster area. Why don't you go back the same way with us."

Zhang Wuzhang looked at Linghu Chong, saw that he also nodded in agreement, and happily said: "Okay!"

On the way, Yu Lianzhou talked about disaster relief: "People from the rivers and lakes who send rice and food can still help, but if we really want to repair the river, it depends on the imperial court's order."

The area affected by the disaster is very wide, and it is a severe flood that has not been seen in ten years. At least tens of thousands of people have to be recruited.The total number of followers of the Ming Cult is no more than 4000, and with the addition of soldiers who fought against the Yuan army in various places, only [-] or [-] people can be mobilized.

Zhang Wuzhang recalled Tai Cheng's prophecy, and said in a low voice: "Someone told my nephew that the imperial court will forcibly conscript 15 strong laborers to go to this place."

Zhang Songxi said with a sneer: "The garrisons in the two major provinces of Shaanxi and Gansu add up to only tens of thousands of people, and the grain and grass reserves are limited. If 15 people are forced to expropriate, they can block the gap in the Yellow River line by line, but what do so many people eat?" What to drink? I just want to come in batches, the first group will starve to death, and the next group will be able to make up for it, so as to repair the Yellow River as soon as possible, this will become the achievements of the emperor of the Tartars."

The traffic in the affected area is inconvenient, and information is blocked. Zhang Wuzhang really doesn't know how many people the imperial court conscripted to serve in corvee. Seeing that Yu Lianzhou and Zhang Songxi didn't know either, it can be seen that they didn't hear any news when they left.

The four of them went forward to explore the road in turn, taking turns in half a day. Linghu Chong came back early one day, and sang to the beat: "Mo Daoshi has one eye, stirring up rebellion in the Yellow River!" It is said that it is crazy, everyone, old and young, women and children, can sing."

Zhang Wuzhang subconsciously counted, there are fourteen characters in this sentence, it can be seen that it is not the eight characters related to him that Master Taicheng predicted.

This folk song is in the tune of Xintianyou in northern Shaanxi, but he felt very familiar with this sentence, as if he had heard it before in later generations, and pondered: "Do you know who the folk song came from?"

Linghu Chong said: "Although I haven't found out about this, I think this is a member of the White Lotus Sect."

The Ming Cult believes in Mani, and has always been regarded as a cult by the imperial court. Its rules, doctrines, and slogans do sound a bit evil, but when it comes to controlling the people with faith, it belongs to the White Lotus Sect.

Zhang Wuzhang recalled for a while and said: "It should be no different. When we were in the southeast area of ​​Fengqiu, we often met the members of the White Lotus Sect, but we never saw them when we traveled to the northwest." The base of the White Lotus Sect is also in the south, so it should be It was the congregation who rushed to Fengqiu from south to north.