Chapter 1045 Prelude to the Sing of the Wind in Early Autumn (Part 1)
The time at the party was warm and interesting, but everyone had something to do, and they would naturally disperse later. Ning Ji returned home and continued to practice martial arts based on today's insights, and did not monitor the little bitch.
The second day is Chinese Valentine's Day, which is a time for women to beg the moon for luck and hope for marriage. For men, the main program is to worship the Kuixing and pray for fame. The Huaxia Army held many activities on this day, and the most lively one was probably the discounts on several designated exam books at the book market.
For example, the price of folding the beautifully printed collector's book "Principles of Objects" into an ordinary rough print is very exciting just because of the quality of the paper. Since the detailed rules for the exam were only issued yesterday, a large number of scholars went to buy them on this day, causing congestion in various specialty stores. All the scholars and celebrities stayed at the nearby teahouse to recognize people, and they were heartbroken. After a lot of cursing, some people shouted that this was a conspiracy of the Chinese army, just to divide everyone and call for unity.
On the surface, most of the people who came forward to buy books were from poor families. Some bought the books and then ran away, while others were confident and did not care about the accusations of a group of great scholars. In the afternoon of this day, many people gradually appeared to ask others to come forward to "purchase". The Huaxia Army did not stop it. The purchase limit for each person here is two sets, one for personal use and the other for free. Take it and sell it secretly to others.
The excitement was accompanied by the excitement of the festival. Ning Ji, who was working in the martial arts competition venue on this day, heard the incessant discussions outside. There was also a fight among the scholars on the nearby streets, which caused the crowds and warriors watching the competition in the venue to run out to watch the excitement. After returning, they sighed and said that the scene was in chaos. It was a pity that the Chinese army arrived too early. Couldn't kill anyone.
In the next few days, the wind direction in the city will often be so restless and chaotic. For Ning Ji, the most profound thing is probably the fact that the number of contestants in the martial arts competition has increased significantly. There are also more and more warriors with internal martial arts skills and outstanding skills.
In the outside world, after a month or two of gathering and running in, the leaders of both scholars and warriors have made their names through this big gathering. People with the same purpose gradually recognized their companions and gathered together. .
In the meantime, there are Confucian scholars who want to directly overwhelm the Chinese army in knowledge, and they are the most upright in public appearances; some scribes who have strong thoughts in their hearts and are increasingly wary of the Chinese army begin to sneak under the water and secretly contact like-minded people. Some scribes wavered from side to side, the most idle; there were also a very small number of people who accepted the Huaxia Army's concepts of the Four People, Observation of Things, and Enlightenment, and began to show off their horses and horses against those great Confucianists - of course, how many of them were spies? It's not easy to say clearly.
In terms of martial arts, several internal masters finally began to show their overwhelming strength in the competition, which made Ning Ji slightly more enthusiastic about watching the competition. However, with the news that the Chinese army will select talents from the martial arts competition, the warrior's desire for performance has become even stronger, and accidents that often break people's hands and feet have greatly increased his workload.
Sometimes Huangshan would come over to say hello and chat with him. Ning Ji had already begun to hate these bad guys before they started doing anything.
Work during the day, wander around at night, go to Wen Shou Bin to listen to all kinds of weird remarks, and then look at the movements of Qu Longjun, who has been locked in the yard all day. As time went by, he discovered that women were really scary.
Since arriving in Chengdu, Qu Longjun has been locked up in the yard for more than a month. Seeing the same scenery every day, he does not feel bored at all - Ning Ji has been living in the mountains since he was a child. Run, learn martial arts from the masters, and watch During military training, there were also girls among my childhood friends. They all learned martial arts from Aunt Hongti and Aunt Gua. They were always just like boys, and they were vicious. Sometimes they would start a group fight without any scruples. Ning Ji They all have a headache. For these girls, they can still be alive and kicking even if they are left in the wild for ten days without food. If they were locked up in the yard for three days like Qu Longjun, they would probably cry for their father and mother.
He really specializes in the art...
When the bad guys were talking nonsense and did not take any action at all, Ning Ji's thinking became more and more divergent. He looked at Qu Longjun, It’s not like he wanted to kill every day like before.
After he came down from the battlefield, he went to see the families of many deceased comrades in arms. Then he heard that these enemies were coming to cause trouble. He was holding back his anger and pointed at whoever had offended him before using his sword to kill them. Who would have known that after a month of surveillance, all these ambitions would be wasted by the enemies. Sometimes Qu Longjun was in a daze downstairs, and he was in a daze upstairs. He just felt that these people were really pathetic, annoying and pitiful.
After the hottest—actually not uncomfortable—dog days of summer, on July 13th, Chen Fan, his brother-in-law, and others all came over to celebrate his birthday. In the evening, Aunt Gua and his father, who were busy with everything, also came secretly to encourage him to make progress in his studies and make progress every day. This was the clear early autumn when he had just turned fourteen.
Time passes day by day, and Chengdu is agitated on the surface, making it difficult for people to see many clues of the chaos...
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In the middle of July, during the Chinese New Year, yellow paper and white flags floated in the sky. During the day, occasionally, paper banners with bull heads and horse faces were paraded through the streets.
Qu Longjun counted paper money in the north corner of the yard to pay homage to his father who died at the hands of the Chinese army many years ago.
In various places in the Chengdu Plain, there are also large and small memorial ceremonies going on. Under the peaceful sunshine, in a prison camp near the First Division of the Chinese Fifth Army on the north side of Meizhou, Wanyan Qingjue stood on a high fence, watching the scene of the cavalry gathering and setting off not far away.
"What's wrong?"
"What happened to Han Dog..."
"Is someone coming to save us?"
This prison camp is not large, and there are many selected high-level prisoners of war in custody. They already knew that they would be taken to Chengdu to participate in the prisoner dedication ceremony in half a month. This will be one of the most humiliating moments for the Jurchen clan in the past forty years, but it is also unthinkable.
However, at this moment, a group of Jurchen nobles and generals with sufficient war-mindedness saw the unusualness of the Chinese army's expedition. As if they encountered some unexpected situation, everyone's thoughts couldn't help but come alive. .
Of course, looking at the guards around the camp, they knew that escape was impossible. They could only hope that the commander or the god of grain would come up with some good ideas and come to the rescue. They...
The sight returned to Chengdu. In the afternoon, Xigua had packed up his luggage and led a group of personal guards, preparing to mount his horse and leave Yingbin Road. Ning Yi gave her a message: "Please take care when you go this time."
"I left, and you take care too. I always feel that some people can no longer hold themselves back." Xigua held her husband's hand. , looking slightly embarrassed, "Otherwise, call Sister Hongti over..."
"There are so many people here, and Chen Fan is watching secretly. What the hell is a mother-in-law?" Ning Yi smiled, "If you leave, it will be easier for them to fall in. Don't worry, what can a few gangsters do?" Come on, your man has experienced hundreds of battles, and anyone who comes will die." "...After all, he is a world-famous bloody massacrer." Xigua hesitated and laughed.
Ning Yi slapped her: "Okay, don't talk nonsense. Just leave the city with great fanfare."
The two cherished each other again, Xigua and his guards rode towards Chengdu Going towards Ximen, she could feel unusual gazes along the way.
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At the same time, old man Lu Liutong was sitting at a party as the most important guest. In the courtyard, some young martial artists were competing with each other, and he gave some pointers to some martial arts seniors next to him.
“The most important thing about martial arts is this kind of exchange. Speaking of which, during the Jianshuo period, the fall of the Central Plains also promoted the spread of Northern Boxing to the South. Look at the boxing skills of these two, North and South. The traces are very clear... According to me, yes, it is a good thing, it means there is communication, it is clear, it is a bad thing, it means there is not enough communication..."
Although he is old, he also has a lot of insight because of it. During the instructions, everyone nodded and praised. The two young martial artists who received the guidance were even more delighted. They both felt that listening to the words of these martial arts seniors was better than practicing at home for ten years.
At the venue of the martial arts competition, Lu Liutong's son Lu Xiaolun broke one of his opponent's legs with a yellow clay hand. The referee declared him the winner. He was still talking to the opponent. He looked at the man holding the broken leg and rolling around, and sneered: "I told you to jump, but you can't jump anymore!"
The one who jumped on the stage to treat the injured person with a broken leg. The young doctor pushed him away with a cold face and said unhappy: "Stop blocking me, you win."
"Hey, his injury can't be cured. Don't waste time, he's lame!"
"Go away."
The young doctor squatted on the ground and began to perform emergency treatment skillfully. . Lu Xiaolun's eyes twitched. He had been beating people and breaking bones all the time, and he was also good at healing. This little doctor looked very skillful in his skills. He might be able to cure the other person 70% to 80%. This young doctor might have learned from the battlefield. The Chinese Army who came down—he immediately disliked the cold face of the Chinese Army soldier.
Just like those ungrateful guys from Riba Dao, their eyes are higher than their heads!
After the referee announced the victory, he got off the ring, walked towards the wounded and young doctors who were providing first aid on the spot, stood beside him and said, "Kid, have you been on the battlefield?"
The little doctor had some blood on his face, his eyes were focused and he ignored him. Lu Xiaolun then walked next to him, using a random area under his feet to bend the man's broken leg again silently.
The foot was raised casually, and with a snap, the little doctor's hand came over and pressed it on his thigh for some unknown reason. The force was not strong, but it was just in the early stage before he exerted any force. His legs and feet pressed back. In an instant, the hair on Lu Xiaolun's back stood up, and the little doctor squatting on the ground looked up like a cold poisonous snake: "What are you doing? Walk better."
He let go of his hand as he said that, The cold feeling at that moment faded away like an illusion, and Lu Xiaolun walked out of the field.
Cold sweat broke out from behind.
Lu Xiaolun is now in his early fifties. When he was young, he loved to have fun and socialize. Although he traveled around, the occasional friendships really broadened his horizons. Now he is considered to be a good martial artist in the green forest. But at that moment, he couldn't even tell whether the little military doctor was blocking him because of intuition or martial arts.
He just vaguely felt that if the other party had martial arts and had any sharp weapon in his hand, the blood veins in his thigh would have been cut open in that moment. Such a vital point was pressed casually, but he couldn't react. It was because the other party was skilled in martial arts, or he was careless...
Considering the other party's age, he thought the most likely possibility was that he was careless. .
The early autumn evening sun shone on the streets of Chengdu. After meeting a junior brother who was following him, he walked towards the place where his father attended the party not far away. On the way, he kept thinking about the young military doctor. matter. After walking through several streets in this way, on a street with not many pedestrians, the junior brother next to him suddenly pulled him. Lu Xiaolun raised his head and looked forward. A tall man wearing a gray and white turban was coming towards them. His eyes were not kind.
This man is burly, half a head taller than Lu Xiaolun. His hands have thick joints, and his fists and knuckles are covered with calluses. He is obviously a green forest man with good arts. Lu Xiaolun didn't care about the opponent's size. He had learned all his life to break bones and was not afraid of hard skills. However, some quick and sharp weapon kung fu could pose a threat to him. He looked at each other and cupped his hands.
“Who are you?”
The man walked evenly, shook his fists, and came over: "Lu Xiaolun, the descendant of the old man Liutong, has been talking about the flaws of Ba Dao in the city recently. Let me try your martial arts. Let's help."
< br>In recent times, Lu Xiaolun and his father have participated in various grand events, and he has also paid attention to the masters who have flocked to Chengdu to participate in martial arts competitions during this period, but he has no impression of the person in front of him. The other party's attitude was calm, and he was in front of him in a blink of an eye, with his hands open, leaning against his figure, he really had the aura to swallow up the heaven and earth. Lu Xiaolun rushed forward.
The two people's arms hit each other hard in the air twice. Lu Xiaolun only felt pain in his arm. He closed his arms and used the skill of an eagle's claw to grab the other's left arm. He grabbed it and twisted it. Break, the wind roars from the fist beside you!
The punch hit along the left side of the ribs. There was a sound in Lu Xiaolun's head. He felt that his internal organs were churning. He felt like vomiting out the overnight meal. The surging pain spread to his head. The next moment, his The eagle's claws could no longer grasp the opponent's arm. The opponent took a step back and punched him in the face. Then he picked him up and took a step forward, spinning him and throwing him away.
Lu Xiaolun's body rolled out seven to eight feet on the road, and loess flew up all over the ground. The junior brother who was standing next to him was about to rush forward. The big man punched down with his jealous fist, knocking the opponent to the ground and fainting.
Lu Xiaolun vomited a mouthful of blood on the ground and tried to get up. He struggled and failed because his stomach was churning. The big man had not yet killed him. Looking at the pair of brothers on the road, he finally shook his head: "Oh, it's just fishing for fame..."
"You are, you...are... ”
Lu Xiaolun resisted the feeling of vomiting all the time and spoke with difficulty. After living in the green forest for thirty years, he knew that he could be beaten, but he had to know the identity of the person who beat him. For example, if he was beaten by Zhou Tong, by Lin Zongwu, or by the inner demon, he would be beaten before he died. This should be an impressive achievement. How could the man in front of him be so powerful and unknown?
Under the setting sun, the man did not answer and disappeared across the road in the blink of an eye.
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The figure who beat Lu Xiaolun walked through several streets and arrived outside the competition venue just as today's competition was beginning to end. He found a bamboo hat and put it on, and quietly looked at the resumes and deeds of each "master" in front of the roadside billboards, assessing their martial arts skills, and hoping to see some clues about the power of the Chinese army. , or, hope to find out how powerful the inner demon's martial arts is.
Over the past few days, he has also been carefully looking for companions who might be trustworthy. He thought that the Lu family, who were praised as leaders of the Green Forest and seemed to have some issues with Ba Dao, could be so powerful. Who would have thought that after some action, it would be a rat again.
Looking at the crowd coming out of the martial arts tournament venue, his eyes were a little complicated. He has practiced boxing and loved martial arts all his life. If possible, he originally wanted to join such a competition among masters and find out the true and false status of the world's warriors.
But that’s okay.
This time, Zuo Xiang Tieyan came to visit him personally and begged him to come out.
A scholar dies for a confidant.
Some small pleasures have to be given up.
This is what Wang Xiangfo thought in his heart.
After watching this for a while, he walked forward and left the street. On the side of the road, a young doctor bought a portion of pork head meat and passed by him on his way home.
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As the sun sank below the horizon, people gathered in private.
"...If we don't take action, the Chinese army will finish handling the surrounding matters and enter the city."
"...The reason why we met today is for this matter."
"...This afternoon, Liu Xigua took people out of the city."
"...She has to deal with an urgent matter."
"...After the Battle of Southwest, the Huaxia Army captured nearly 40,000 Jin soldiers, and the Han army surrendered, totaling hundreds and hundreds of thousands..."
"...the resettlement and integration of these people , the control of the entire Sichuan Fourth Road, and various aftermaths, exhausted the Chinese No. 1 The strength of the five armies..."
"...They are preparing to use their hands to hold a military parade and offer prisoners in early August..."
"...to use force and force."
"...It's useless to scold..."
"...It takes time for the Chinese Army to deal with things. Our people are not coming quickly. There is a lot of noise outside now. It seems that if we don't take action in a while, these scholars themselves will start fighting among themselves..."
"...If you want to do something, you only have this little time..."
"...Fortunately, something happened to the old Niu Tou next to them. ..."
"...Ba Dao named Liu came forward to calm the situation. I heard that the First Division of the Fifth Chinese Army also accepted the order and dispatched urgently. In this way, their strength will still be There are only a few days left..."
"...The ghost gate is open during the Ghost Festival... What do you think?"
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The time was silent for a long time, and someone tapped his finger off.
Bang.
"...I will definitely be able to respond to a hundred responses."
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In the yard, Ning Ji, who came back a little late, lit yellow paper and put the pork head meat on Placed in front, three or two people in memory were commemorated. The autumn night was even more pleasant. He was not yet old enough to truly understand the meaning of memorial service. After talking for a while, he ate the pig head meat with rice.
The summer is over, and I am one year older. There is peace outside, which is completely different from the atmosphere before the Jurchens came. There may not be any fighting or killing next.
……disappointment. (End of this chapter)