Chapter 5 Gangster Kung Fu
After the old monk finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the inner courtyard. Although Liang Yan was confused and wanted to ask, seeing that he had no intention of answering, he had no choice but to give up and follow the old monk.
In the inner courtyard, two people stood facing each other.
“Amitabha, the person who killed your father has been brought to justice. The remaining person is just a blind man who actually did not take action. Can’t you put aside your grudges and concentrate on cultivating Taoism?”
"What do I mean? It turns out that the old monk is still here to lobby. Since there is no need to say more, the hatred of killing my father is irreconcilable, how can I not avenge it?!"
The old monk had already regarded Liang Yan as half of his disciples. At this time, he wanted to give him some advice, but after hearing these words, he couldn't help but feel secretly annoyed and cursed in his heart: "What a stupid boy."
The two were speechless for a moment, standing opposite each other in the inner courtyard. Suddenly, the old monk raised his right hand and stretched out his index finger to touch Liang Yan's forehead. Liang Yan suddenly felt a stinging pain coming from him, and his instinctive reaction was to reach out to block it.
But the next moment, a formula appeared out of thin air in Liang Yan's mind. It was mysterious and obscure, and seemed to be a method of practicing luck. Liang Yan understood clearly in his heart that this was the old monk teaching him the Dharma, so he immediately stood there with his hands down without any resistance.
After a while, the old monk withdrew his right hand, and a complete chant appeared in his mind. Liang Yan took a deep breath, lowered his knees, and knelt down to perform the ceremony of worship.
The old monk stretched out his hand and dragged him, and an invisible force suddenly rose upwards, holding his legs so that he could not kneel down.
"You don't have to be polite. What I've taught you is just a superficial introduction, just a way to get started. I've said it before. I'm not your master, and you're not my apprentice. When you walk outside in the future, you can't be a master and a disciple. Do you understand? ”
Liang Yan was stunned for a moment and could only nod in confusion.
"You go out and say hello to the people outside first, we will set off immediately."
"Where are we going?"
"To find an old friend."
Liang Yan's mind was filled with doubts at this time, why the old monk taught the immortal method but did not treat him as a master and a disciple. After much deliberation, I still didn't understand. I was in a trance and had already returned to the lobby.
Suddenly a gust of fragrant wind blew in my face, and I saw a cute and gentle little girl with double braids running up to me. It was Wan'er.
She took Liang Yan's hand and said in a semi-pleading tone: "Brother Liang, just follow me to the capital for a walk. The capital is really fun."
" That's not possible, I have other things to do now."
Wan'er looked disappointed, with a grievance expression on her face, but she still cheered up and said, "Then you promise, you will definitely come in the future. The capital came to play with me.”
Liang Yan said "hmm" absently.
Wan'er's face turned from rainy to clear, and she burst into laughter. At the same time, she stretched out her little finger with her right hand and hooked it on Liang Yan's little finger,
"Then we have agreed, let's hang ourselves with a hook. , Don’t let it change for a hundred years!”
Liang Yan reacted and looked at Wan’er blankly. His face turned red for no reason, and he said a serious "hmm" this time.
Wan'er seemed to have heard the happiest thing in the world. Her pretty face was white and rosy, which was really cute. At this time, Lin Ziqing's call came from outside the hospital, and Wan'er reluctantly let go of her little hand and walked outside, looking back from time to time.
"You must come to the capital!"
Liang Yan nodded silently and looked outside. The woman in red had already packed up with everyone. She put Wan'er into the carriage and was about to hit the road. When she saw Liang Yan's eyes It seems that he also nodded to him, then got on his horse and led everyone away slowly.
Liang Yan was silent for a moment, turned back to the inner courtyard, and said to the withered back: "Old monk, let's go too."
Winter turned to spring, and a year passed in the blink of an eye.
The sky was clear on this day, and a convoy was stationed on a dense jungle path.
In the motorcade, a young scholar dressed as a scribe, holding an ink folding fan, was shaking his head and reciting poems and praises, seeming to be intoxicated himself.
In the back row of the motorcade, a middle-aged man who looked like a butler frowned with a look of disgust. The person next to him said: "Steward Lu, this young master is becoming more and more outrageous. This poem is nonsense."
"Humph, the young master is young and playful, does not like reading, and prefers to seek out those heroes who live in the bustling city. Detao Immortal these years. I don’t know how many mountains I’ve visited and how many temples I’ve donated to.”
“That’s right. I don’t know which temple I met on the road yesterday, and he even had a young disciple. How can he look like a skinny man? What an eminent monk, the young master insists on getting out of the car to treat them politely, and even takes them on the road with them. He offers them delicious food and drinks along the way. It’s just nonsense.”
Butler Lu coughed and said: "Okay, don't stop We've discussed it, you don't know the temper of the young master, he prefers these eminent monks." When he mentioned the word "advanced eminent monk", he emphasized his tone and looked at the old monk sitting cross-legged behind him, with a hint of ridicule. it goes without saying.
After a pause, he then said: "The young master has been loved by his wife since he was a child. We servants should just do our duty and don't make unreasonable comments!" When everyone heard this, they hurriedly nodded in agreement.
At this moment, a swordsman in green in the front row of the motorcade suddenly shouted loudly: "Everyone is on alert!"
One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and more than ten people who were munching on dry food suddenly The guards drew their weapons almost at the same time and formed a circle with wary expressions.
A strange laugh came from the woods: "Jie Jie! The boy's reaction is quite clever."
Then a burly man walked out from behind the tree, carrying a handful weighing several dozen kilograms on his shoulder. A big copper hammer, followed by four reckless bandits, one holding a knife, one holding an ax, and the other two using swords.
Seeing the appearance of the five people clearly, the swordsman in green felt his heart pounding, as if he had been hit hard. Then he clasped his fists and smiled bitterly: "It turns out they are the five tigers and three wolves of Fengyun Village. I have admired them for a long time."
"Haha, the little kid has some knowledge. Since he knows that we are famous, why don't you give up the gold and silver quickly? Hand over Xin Ruan, we can’t do it, so we’ll kill them all It's a desperate matter, hand over the money, and I'll leave you to wait for a way out."
The swordsman in Tsing Yi was depressed. If the five tigers met one on one, he would not be sure of victory. Now that the five tigers are here, Although he has many men, they are not the enemy of all of them. If they were to fight, no one would survive.
But there is something important in the car. It was ordered by the city lord himself and there must be no mistakes. If it is given with both hands, the city lord will hold him accountable after returning to the city. Not only will he not be able to survive, but neither will the old mothers, wives and children in the city. .
"It seems that we can only gather everyone's strength to fight. I will take away that thing while the chaos is around. Well, if the situation permits, I will also take away the bastard of the city lord." The swordsman in green thought in his heart, the five people over there The tiger was impatient to wait. Especially the reckless bandit with the knife was as impatient as ever. Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, he shouted loudly: "Brother, this kid is still lucky enough to let me chop off a few heads first."
Without waiting for an answer, he rushed straight in front of a guard and slashed with his sword. The guard had never seen such speed before. In a panic, he drew his sword to block, ping! The swords met, and the long sword broke with a sound. The sword continued unabated and wiped out the guard's neck.
Seeing that the body and head were about to be separated and the body was lying on the spot, the sword suddenly stopped and stopped an inch in front of the neck, unable to move forward any further.
Everyone looked up and saw a teenage boy with black clothes and black hair standing on the sword. He was carrying a branch on his right shoulder, with half a roasted wild boar stuck on the branch. It turned out that he had just returned from hunting and barbecuing.
The knife-wielding gangster was sweating profusely and tried to pull the long knife back with all his strength, but the long knife seemed to be nailed in the air and motionless. He couldn't help but feel horrified and shouted loudly: "Brother, the idea is tough, brothers, come on together!"
Someone in the convoy came close to the swordsman in green and whispered: "Leader, do we want to go up and help?"
The swordsman in green muttered slightly: "Don't worry, this guy has not shown off before, obviously. He wants to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger. Let's wait and see what happens and see his strength."
While we were talking here, the five tigers had already swarmed him.
The gangster wielding the hammer rushed forward from the front with a copper hammer in his hand. The one wielding the ax had already silently circled behind, preparing for a killing blow. The two tigers wielding the sword were brothers. The master taught him the art of combined attack, and the two of them were rarely defeated when using their swords together. At this time, the two of them used the art of combined attack, attacking the young man in black from the left and from the right.
The boy in black didn't seem worried. Instead, he took off a yellow wooden gourd from his waist and took a sip. Then he turned over and jumped up. The gangster holding the knife was free. He felt happy and slashed at the young man with his backhand knife.
The young man was in mid-air, not in a hurry, and whipped his left leg in the air. With a "pop!" sound, he hit the knife-wielding gangster in the face. The knife-wielding gangster flew backwards like a leaf in the wind and hit a boulder. His face was bloody and bloody, and he died on the spot.
Then, the young man twisted his head and turned his head, opening his mouth and spitting out a stream of white mist, which seemed to be the drink he had just drank. The target was the gangster behind him who was wielding an axe. The gangster's expression changed and he hurriedly waved the ax to resist.
But the white mist was as fast as lightning and hit him in an instant. It was like a hundred needles piercing paper. Countless blood holes appeared on the gangster's body. The anger in his eyes quickly disappeared. He was actually sprayed by the young man with a sip of wine. dead.
The young man spit out the drink in the air, fell down, and landed on one foot with his right foot. A circle of transparent ripples seemed to spread from his feet. The two tigers, who were wielding swords on the left and right, suddenly felt a huge force coming from their feet, which instantly shattered their hearts. The two men still maintained the action of thrusting their swords sharply, and took two steps forward. When Kan walked in front of the young man, he tilted his head and fell to the ground dead.
This young man in black only had the time to turn over in the air, kicking one person to death, spraying one to death, and shocking two to death. All this is a long story, but in reality it only takes a few breaths.
Four of the five tigers were gone, and only the hammer-wielding tiger had just arrived in front of him. Seeing the scene in front of him, he was so horrified that he immediately turned around and ran away. But the boy in black didn't give him a chance. He rushed forward and killed him with just one punch.
After the young man in black cleaned up the five tigers, the remaining people in the convoy looked at each other and did not dare to say anything. This young man's methods were so terrifying. If he had evil intentions towards them, I am afraid that none of them would survive.
The swordsman in green wiped the beads of sweat on his head, stepped forward and gave the boy a fist to please him, and was about to speak. An old voice came from the back of the motorcade and said: "These people are just looking for money and not killing anyone. You didn't leave anyone alive as soon as you came up. After all, it's too much."
The boy in black He glanced sideways at him and said calmly: " These five people were born in a bandit village, and there must be accomplices nearby. If we let them go today, wouldn't it be very annoying if they attract more robbers in the future? "
Of course this young man in black is Liang Yan. Behind the car is the old monk who taught him the mantra that day. The two people acted as if there was no one around, asking and answering questions, but no one dared to interrupt. The old monk seemed to have known his character and kept silent after he finished speaking. Liang Yan ignored him and climbed into a carriage, tore off a leg of the wild boar and started to chew it up.
Everyone outside the car looked at each other, and the leading swordsman in green coughed and said: "We can't guess what an expert does. Since they are willing to stay in the car, let's not disturb them too much." Then he ordered the person on the right: "Give the order, go ahead. No one is allowed to get close to the last two carriages!"
"Yes!" The man got the order and immediately passed the order back.
After the convoy took a rest, it began to meander south again, but what they didn't know was that in the early morning of the third day, while passing a green mountain peak, two figures quickly left the convoy.
At the foot of Cuishan, two figures, an old man and a young man, walked slowly. It was Liang Yan and the old monk.
Seeing the sun rising, the old monk walked slowly to a big stone on the side of the road. After sitting cross-legged, he said to Liang Yan: "Let's get started and do today's homework again."
Liang Yan curled his lips, walked to the roadside, stood on one foot with his left foot, hooked his right foot around his ankle, leaned his upper body back and hung in the air, supported his head with his left hand, and arched his back with his right hand. This posture was really weird, but Liang Yan seemed to have been practicing it for a long time. He just closed his eyes and kept his posture unchanged.
About an hour passed like this. Liang Yan changed his posture again, this time it was even weirder. He actually lay face down, holding his head with his left hand and his left knee with his right hand.
If anyone passes by and sees them, they will definitely point out these two people, but Liang Yan has long been used to it. In fact, he has been training like this for a year.
Since the old monk took him out of the teahouse a year ago, he used his great supernatural powers to introduce qi into his body and helped him enter the first level of qi training, which can be regarded as officially embarking on the journey of cultivating immortality.
But since then, the old monk did not teach him the secrets of immortality as Liang Yan imagined. Just teach him eight weird postures. These eight postures can be said to be against human habits, as awkward as they are.
But the old monk asked him to practice every day until he had memorized the eight postures thoroughly and did not miss any details. Then he was asked to make weird postures while following the unknown formula he taught in his mind.
At first, Liang Yan had doubts, but after a few days of posing in strange postures and following the formula, he discovered that all the bones and flesh in his body seemed to be reborn, and he had infinite strength when running and walking. I was so happy that I gave up my doubts.
It’s just that the postures taught by the old monk were too weird, and the old monk never explained them to him in detail, but only urged him to practice. Liang Yan was angry, so he randomly named these postures. For example, he named the first two postures "Dozing Phase" and "Rolling Phase" respectively. There were also "Swearing Phase" and "Punch Phase". .
The young man concentrated on practicing his martial arts, while the old monk closed his eyes and meditated. The two of them were silent for a long time. When Liang Yan finally stopped working, the old monk stood up slowly, nodded at him, turned around and walked up the mountain.
Liang Yan intuitively felt that the old monk seemed to have something on his mind when he came to Cuishan this time, but he never said much, and Liang Yan didn't like to ask too many questions, so he could only follow behind him dully.
After walking on the mountain road for a long time, Liang Yan suddenly said: "Old monk, you have been teaching me for a year. Now can you tell me what kind of Kung Fu I practice?"
"Hunhun Kung Fu." Old Monk The monk said without looking back.
Liang Yan was stunned when he heard this, and then immediately realized that he was angry that he gave random names to the postures he taught. He couldn't help but clapped his hands and burst out laughing:
"Wonderful, extremely fast! This set of exercises of yours is either swearing in the streets or rolling around on the ground. You look like a street gangster. To say it is gangster kung fu is more appropriate. That’s not enough! Hahaha!”
Liang Yan laughed for a long time and saw no response from the front. Finally, I couldn't help but ask: "Old monk, what are we doing here in Cuishan?"
The old monk's unhurried voice came from the empty mountain road:
"Looking for someone."
(End of this chapter)