Chapter 6: If you walk at night for a long time, you will encounter ghosts. If you do many unjust things, you will be punished
He Maocai knew that he was going to die today, but his expression was much more magnanimous, and he asked again:
"What about you, a master like you who can compete with Zhu Polong can't be built behind closed doors, right? Do you have any other names to tell me?"
Just now, Xu Xing and Inoue Jushiro were both talking in Chinese, and He Maocai naturally listened.
Xu Xing did not hide anything and said frankly:
"Since I became a martial artist at the age of sixteen, I have been traveling all the way north, from Beijing, Tianjin, Hebei, Lu, Jin, to the northwest outside the Great Wall, and have fought hard on foot.
At that time, my name was Xu Qingdao. ”
At this moment, He Maocai was truly convinced.
Although he did not pay attention to martial arts affairs, he had heard that there was a martial artist named Xu Qingdao in the north who went deep into the northwest outside the Great Wall alone. After slaughtering hundreds of elite Tatars, he escaped unscathed and was known as the "" Human massacre."
He Maocai knew very well what a shocking thing this was.
Because as early as the 29th year of Jiajing, when he went to Beijing to report on his work, he had personally witnessed the power of those barbarians outside the Great Wall.
That year, Mongolian Ada Khan personally led an army and drove thousands of miles from Datong to the capital. The Ming army could not defeat it. They could only watch helplessly as the enemy burned and pillaged the city for eight days before marching away. It was known in history as " "Gengxu Change".
After the Gengxu Rebellion, the border peace only lasted for three years. Since the 32nd year of Jiajing, the nine-border war has never stopped.
In the Ming Dynasty, more than ten people were killed in battle, including the generals, generals, and deputy generals at the border, and the casualties among the soldiers were even more numerous. Military expenditures increase every year, and the capital and the Great Wall alone require four to five million taels.
Therefore, when Xu Qingdao's incident came out, the border was shaken and morale was boosted.
The martial arts in the north have close ties with the border troops. It is common for boxers to hone their boxing skills on the battlefield, and it is not uncommon for great boxers to die in person.
But I have never seen anyone so fierce and capable of killing hundreds of Tatar elites alone. For a time, requests for this person's merit were clamored.
But that man was like a magic weapon descended from heaven. After doing this, he disappeared out of thin air. No matter how the court searched, there was no trace of him, so in the end they could only let it go.
Who would have thought that the true identity of the "Northern Man Butcher" was actually a country boxer from Chun'an County?
After Xu Xing answered He Maocai's doubts, he slapped his heavenly spirit with his palm and sent the soul of this third-grade inspector to the underworld.
Xu Xing sincerely hopes that those who died because of him have not gone too far on the road to hell.
After cleaning up all this, Xu Xing took off He Maocai's official uniform, tore the fine cloth into long strips, tied together the swords and guns left by the sergeants, and carried him up.
As soon as he went up, he saw dozens of young and strong men in ragged clothes and bloody flesh gathered behind Qi Dazhu.
But there was no trace of misery or dejection on these people's faces.
Their eyes, chests, and even all over their bodies were burning with flames that were almost boiling—that was anger!
Qi Dazhu selected these people as leaders in organizing local manpower to resist the conversion of rice to mulberry.
They are hard-core and tough guys, and they have witnessed so many inhumane things in prison and suffered all kinds of inhuman torture. Naturally, they are extremely resentful towards these officials who act wantonly and fabricate crimes at will to harm the people.
Looking at the expressions of these people, Xu Xing nodded secretly in his heart. He waved to Qi Dazhu and ordered:
"Hand these swords and guns down, and after they break out, you can take them back to the martial arts hall first."
From the previous exchange with He Maocai, Xu Xing already knew that the Hangzhou Yamen officials did not pay attention to cleaning up the Tide Tide Hall, and they did not expect that he would come to rob the prison at night.
In this case, the tide-raising pavilion built in the countryside can be regarded as a safe place to stay.
Zhejiang Province is a place with seven mountains, two rivers and one field. If he hasn't come back after dawn, Qi Dazhu only needs to take people to dig into the mountains. With the manpower of the government, it will be difficult to search.
Qi Dazhu also understood his own master's methods, and nodded heavily without any hesitation.
"Master, I'll go back and wait for you."
Xu Xing said angrily:
"The martial arts gym is going to be gone, so why bother calling the gym owner Master!"
Qi Dazhu was stunned for a moment. After meeting Xu Xing's solemn gaze, he realized that this meant accepting him as his personal disciple. He couldn't help but feel shocked and said:
"The owner..."
Xu Xing interrupted him without explanation:
"If I haven't come back before dawn, take your people to the Taizhou camp and find my uncle Xu Wei and Xu Wenchang. He will help.
There is also some food in the hall, which I use for my daily practice. It should be enough for you to go to Taizhou. ”
Xu Xing's uncle Xu Wei, whose first name was Wenqing and later changed to Wenchang, was the most trusted aide of Hu Zongxian, the governor of Zhejiang Province. He once planned to capture Wang Zhi, one of the thirty-six shipowners under Zhu Tiandu, the "Wufeng Shipowner".
Qi Dazhu raised his head in shock. He did not expect that this usually quiet owner of the museum would have such a big background behind him.
Xu Xing didn't care about Qi Dazhu's expression, but continued:
"There is a secret compartment under the altar table in the Patriarch Hall. There is a booklet inside, which is my experience and notes of your Grandmaster's boxing practice. Take it with you. Along the way, please pass on our boxing skills."
From what He Maocai told about the destruction of embankments and flooding of fields, Xu Xing had realized that if the central government made up its mind to do this, there would be a great change in the southeast.
Although Xu Xing was confident that he could survive this storm with his skills, he had to consider the inheritance of Qi Dazhu and Lichao Pavilion in advance.
And the current group of brave men with blood and ambition, who have been bullied to the extreme by the government, are obviously the natural development targets of the Rising Tide Hall.
If Qi Dazhu can recruit them all, he will use these dozens of backbones as his team to form a team.
By then, even in the eyes of General Qi in Taizhou, he should have a lot of weight.
Xu Xing knew clearly that with Qi Dazhu's upright temperament, if he really wanted to go to sea to become a bandit, he would probably end up like his master Yue Buhai in the end.
It would be better to follow Qi Yuanjing and join the army.
At the very least, his uncle Xu Wei was able to speak in front of Hu Zongxian, the governor of Zhejiang Province. Hu Zongxian is not a willful, tyrannical and unruly overlord like Zhu Tiandu.
Xu Xing himself wanted to do something he had wanted to do for a long time.
In fact, Xu Xing was not willing to use force to take lives unless absolutely necessary. In his eyes, martial arts is more like a miracle that rises from the ordinary to the extraordinary, symbolizing endless possibilities.
If this kind of thing is only used to kill people, it would be too wasteful.
Unfortunately, for Xu Xing, this strange world is too ugly. There are scoundrels who wantonly trample on life everywhere, and evil animals that harm the people can be seen everywhere.
No matter how good-tempered he is and no matter how reluctant he is to take action, he can't help but kill someone every time he encounters these things.
After killing again and again, Xu Xing gradually came to a realization, and thousands of thoughts converged into one sentence:
This kind of beast deserves to die. If God doesn't take it, I will take it!
With thoughts running through his mind, Xu Xing weighed the long package behind him and led the way toward the door. As he walked, he turned around and preached to Qi Dazhu:
"Hangzhou City has been undergoing constant renovations over the years due to wars, and drainage ditches are extending in all directions. When I came to Hangzhou earlier, I asked someone to inquire about the direction of the drainage ditches.
One of them is not far from the prison. I had seen it before coming. This is your way out of the city. "Hearing Xu Xing say that he had explored the drainage canals in Hangzhou in the early years, Qi Dazhu couldn't help but asked:
"Guan, Master, have you been planning this so early?"
Xu Xing said in an understatement:
"It's just some necessary preparations. Just like when ordinary people move to a new home, they have to do some cleaning and communicate with their neighbors in advance to improve their understanding."
Is there anyone who can communicate and understand like you...
Qi Dazhu looked strange and hesitated to speak.
Xu Xing looked back at Qi Dazhu, shook his head, and said angrily:
"The world is dangerous, and I have to do it.
Otherwise, are we going to be like you, waiting until someone gets caught and then start thinking about how to escape, or simply surrendering and being slaughtered? ”
Qi Dazhu understood where Xu Xingqi came from, and immediately said with shame:
"Master, it's me who has caused trouble for you."
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Seeing Qi Dazhu's appearance, the anger in Xu Xing's heart gradually disappeared, and he became helpless.
He also knew that for Qi Dazhu, a native farmer in this world, the authority of the government could not be easily shaken.
Moreover, the original intention of Qi Dazhu's arrest this time was not to implicate the martial arts school. No matter what the outcome, this original intention is always good.
Fortunately, after experiencing some time in prison, this heir has also grown a lot.
With this kind of determination to have no taboos and dare to fight, the road to martial arts will be much easier in the future.
For Xu Xing, killing He Maocai was a trivial matter, far less important than cultivating his own heirs.
Thinking of this, Xu Xing also breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around, patted Qi Dazhu on the shoulder, and said with emotion:
"You have grown a lot this time you entered, which is comparable to practicing hard in the martial arts gym for several years.
If you can get this kind of gain every time, what if I save you ten or a hundred times? As for being involved..."
Having said this, Xu Xing laughed softly and said carelessly:
"I have long been disgusted with these beasts, and you are using this as an excuse to spit out bad breath.
If you want to talk about being implicated, it's you who implicated these dog officials. ”
Hearing Xu Xing's cold joke, Qi Dazhu couldn't laugh at all. His eyes widened and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
At first, Qi Dazhu thought that the owner of the museum, who behaved like a humble gentleman, was a Lin Chong-like figure. It was only because of himself that he was forced to go to Liangshan and commit such a major crime.
Now it seems that the owner of the museum does not look like the wronged and desperate Coach Lin. With his lawless and unscrupulous appearance, he looks more like an old devil who travels across the world and travels across the five oceans!
If it was his old man who mistakenly entered the White Tiger Festival Hall, he would probably start a killing spree on the spot and would not stop until the whole situation was turned upside down.
Qi Dazhu, with thoughts running through his mind, followed Xu Xing step by step.
At this time, the bodies of the four jailors on the prison wall had been discovered by the guards who were changing shifts.
Suddenly, whistles sounded everywhere, and many torches lit up in the dark night, forming fire dragons, lighting up the prison as bright as day.
Jailers and guards rushed in one after another. The four guards who came to change shifts rushed the fastest and entered the prison in a few steps.
As soon as they stepped over the threshold, they heard a whistling sound, but it was a water-milled iron rod coming towards them.
This iron rod is covered in green and black, the body of the rod is as clear as a mirror, and both ends are inlaid with hexagonal iron blocks. It is more like a long-handled double-headed hammer than an iron rod, but the hammer head is slightly smaller.
This is Xu Xing's master, the eight-armed Shura who once crossed the sea with his weapon. It is made of iron and weighs more than dozens of kilograms. Once it is wielded, it can be said to be invincible to anyone who blocks it.
The vision of those four people went dark, and immediately their armor was shattered and their flesh and blood was rotten.
Looking at the crowds of people outside the door, Xu Xing pursed his lips and squinted his eyes. This was the first time for him to face the encirclement and suppression of so many people.
Even in the battle that earned him the reputation of "human massacre", Xu Xing did not choose to fight the Mongolian soldiers head-on.
He first continued to assassinate and destroy the morale of this group of Mongolian soldiers, and finally made the final harvest.
Xu Xing has not yet finished tempering his skin, flesh, muscles, and bones, and his physical strength cannot support him. Naturally, he cannot complete this kind of battle.
But this "disgraceful" experience always made Xu Xing brood. Although the stealth and sneak attack fighting method was practical, it was still not enjoyable enough.
Now that he has the opportunity to face the military encirclement and killing again, Xu Xing is also very interested in giving it another try to see what he can do now.
Just like gamers facing unfinished achievements, for warriors, this kind of unknown challenge is always full of fun.
Facing the crowd, Xu Xing grinned, touched the ground with a long stick in his hand, picked up the body of one of them, and threw it at the government officials and guards rushing outside the door.
In Xu Xing's hands, the corpse was like a cannonball that shot out of the barrel, knocking over the oncoming soldiers and knocking them to the ground.
The air exploded, and four or five knives and three or four guns came to kill them all, but they seemed to hit a battering ram and shattered into several pieces.
It was like gunpowder exploded in the mixed iron rod. It vibrated violently and made a clanging sound. It was like a rapidly spinning iron drill bit. Any weapon that came in would be drilled into pieces.
This is the "shaking" formula in the Emei gun stick. When Emei warriors hold a big gun against the enemy, they can often knock down the weapon in the enemy's hand with just a shake.
And Xu Xing's "Shaking" technique performed with a mixed iron rod was more than ten times more powerful than a large wooden pole?
The iron rod rubbed against the air and heated up violently. The whole place was filled with the smell of burnt iron. The body of the rod seemed to be on fire, scorching hot.
The scene was chaotic for a moment, but within five or six breaths, Xu Xing had already used his superb spear and stick skills to leave more than a dozen corpses behind him and cut a bloody path.
The prison of Zhensi Yamen is located in the west of the city, far away from the central city, and sits on a large open area. Once the warning is given, reinforcements will be sent from all directions.
In such a fight, no matter how skilled a person is in boxing, it would be difficult to escape, let alone save others.
But at this moment, the killing ground prepared for the prison robbers seemed to have become a martial arts performance ground where Xu Xing indulged himself and displayed his martial arts skills wantonly.
Xu Xing's stick technique is called "Kinnara King Stick". It is said that when Yue Wumu was training in the past, a group of monks thought that he was the reincarnation of King Dapeng Ming and came to assist him and join the army.
These monks discussed and tested martial arts with the soldiers of the Yue family army, and in the bloody battle with the Jin people, they studied the way of fighting in the battle formation, and then created the most powerful "Kinnara King Stick" along the way. Every move is a fighting stick posture, no reservations.
Now that Xu Xingyi is using this kind of stick technique and fighting fiercely to the depths, his appearance really looks like King Kinnara coming to the world, which is daunting.
(End of chapter)