Chapter 8 Water-Bearing Sword, Eagle Claw Skill
Zheng Michang knew that Ma Ningyuan was a person who accepted death. Since Hu Zongxian was kind to him, he would not do anything ungrateful.
If you want to convince him, you must start from a perspective that is beneficial to Hu Zongxian.
After Ma Ningyuan listened, he thought of what the Master had said with emotion inadvertently:
"You have me among you, and you have me among you. This is where everything goes wrong in the world."
Just like now, this group of people clearly want to do things without telling Hu Zongxian and let him shoulder the burden, but they still do it under the guise of doing good for him.
The most ironic thing is that even Ma Ningyuan himself believes deep down that this kind of move may be the best thing for Hu Butang.
Yan Ge is always Hu Butang's mentor. With Hu Butang's character of attaching great importance to love and justice, he will definitely not abandon his teacher. But he couldn't convince himself to do such a cruel thing.
Although this feudal official who was in charge of the administration looked majestic, on the inside she was like a little daughter-in-law sandwiched between her parents-in-law and her husband.
While suffering from both sides, he still wanted to take care of so many people who regarded him as his own. In the end, he had no choice but to please neither side.
Looking at his benefactor who was getting thinner and thinner due to working on official duties, how could Ma Ningyuan not feel bitter for him.
That's fine. Instead of letting Hu Butang struggle like this and end up with a ruined reputation and a dead end, it would be better for me to shoulder this burden.
However, we must not allow these treacherous villains to harm the Lord!
Ma Ningyuan stood up suddenly, clenched his hands tightly into fists, and said in a deep voice:
"Okay, I'll do it! But after so many counties have been flooded, people must not die. I can't let the ministers be unable to come down!"
Zheng Michang smiled and looked at Shen Yishi. Just as he was about to say something, Ma Ningyuan suddenly raised his head again and asked in a cold voice: "Where is He Maocai? Why didn't you come? Did you take someone to my house?"
Zheng Michang didn't expect Ma Ningyuan to say such words so abruptly. He was stunned for a moment and laughed loudly:
"Old Ma, my Lord Ma, how can a dignified inspector like Lao He be so careless in his work?"
Ma Ningyuan looked directly at Zheng Michang, with a calm tone, and called him by his name:
"Zheng Michang, I just want to tell you, even if you really want to threaten me with your family, it's okay.
I, Ma Ningyuan, am a member of the Juren family. Without the appreciation of my subordinates, I would never have reached this point. ”
Hearing this, Zheng Michang felt something was wrong. He stood up, raised his arms to hold Ma Ningyuan's hand, and said with a smile:
"Hey, Master Ma, Brother Ma, what are you..."
Before Zheng Michang could finish speaking, Ma Ningyuan had already thrown away his hand, his tone was deep and cold as a knife.
"My family has been poor for generations, and it is only because of the care of the ministers that we have enough food and clothing to avoid starvation or death in sea disasters.
Now, even if you kill everyone in my Ma family, I will only return this blessing to the clan without frowning.
But if something goes wrong in the department, even if I hit my head and die here, I will never let go of you! ”
Hearing these words, everyone in the audience was shocked. Even the three black stone masters opened their eyes and looked at Ma Ningyuan.
Even these people in the world did not expect that the Hangzhou magistrate's temper would be so fierce, and they all looked surprised.
However, after the old man was surprised, he didn't take it seriously. The middle-aged man smiled slightly, but the woman in the bamboo hat was shocked, and a hint of admiration flashed in her eyes.
Zheng Michang didn't expect that "Ma Lunzi" would get angry at this moment, stamped his feet, and said helplessly:
"Master Ma, Lao He really has something to do. He is going to the Yamen to deal with the rebel leader you brought back. He will be there in a moment.
Although the rogue named Qi Dazhu was a local mulberry farmer, he still lived in a dilapidated martial arts gym in Chun'an.
The master of the martial arts gym had some reputation in the countryside, so Lao He was going to take advantage of the situation and simply win over this person to set an example for Chun'an.
The deterrent effect of directly destroying a martial arts hall is much stronger than arresting a rioter.
We are all here to share the worries of the lord of the department, and to do things for the elders and junior elders. Why is this? Why is it so much? ”
When speaking, Zheng Michang spoke in an extremely sincere tone, detailing everything just to dispel Ma Ningyuan's suspicion.
Ma Ningyuan nodded slowly, accepting Zheng Michang's statement. After all, he personally led the team to escort the leader of the rioters back, and he also knew about it.
In fact, Ma Ningyuan didn't think that Zheng Michang and the others would be so careless. He just wanted to use the topic to express his attitude towards Zheng Michang and show his determination.
But Ma Ningyuan didn't react at all. Shen Yishi, who was standing by the side, trembled slightly after hearing the completely unexpected words "Chun'an" and "rotten martial arts school".
When he raised his head, he saw behind Zheng Mi Chang, the old man with his head wrapped in a cloth, his eyes sweeping over him with an elusive meaning.
The old man suddenly spoke, interrupting the exchange between Zheng Michang and Ma Ningyuan, and said with interest:
"Master Shen, do you have any contact with this museum owner?"
Although he was questioning, his tone was extremely firm, with a meaning that could not be doubted or denied.
Obviously, he trusted his own judgment.
The other two people all looked at Shen Yishi.
Facing the gazes of these three people, Shen Yashi's breath tightened and he felt his heart skip a beat.
Fortunately, he is a versatile and versatile character after all. He only smiled and wrote lightly:
"I have a medicinal shop in Chun'an. Although this man is the owner of the shop, he often comes to buy medicines in person. His employees are very impressed by him and have mentioned it to me several times."
After speaking, Shen Yishi looked at Zheng Michang and said seriously:
"Although there is only one disciple in this gym, he comes to buy goods every week, which shows that the consumption is huge. I am afraid that he is not an ordinary boxer, so you should be more careful."
Zheng Michang had always been reluctant to interact with these people in the world, but now that he saw this old man being so ignorant of etiquette, he felt even more disgusted and did not take his words to heart.
After all, with Shen Yishi's financial resources, various shops have been opened all over the Jiangnan area, and he has some contacts with a country boxer, so what?
Could it be that the most powerful businessman in Jiangnan would not do anything assigned by the province for the sake of a country boxer?
joke!
Therefore, after Zheng Michang heard Shen Yishi's explanation and intimate instructions for his actions, he stretched his eyebrows, waved his hand, and said without hesitation:
"Lao He has been a prisoner for more than ten years, and their office has many good hands. There won't be any problems in dealing with a country boxer."
After saying that, he turned back and glanced at the old man behind him with an unhappy expression.
Although these experts have palace backgrounds and are introduced by Mr. Xiao Ge, Zheng Michang is not a small role after all, and he has his own temper.
Normally, I can still respect them, but if these people in the world are really looking for trouble, Zheng Michang will not tolerate them.
After all, although it is easier and more covert for three masters to destroy embankments and flood fields, mobilizing officers and soldiers is not impossible, at most it will be troublesome.
But if we don't have to pay a small amount of grain to buy land, how can we change rice into mulberry?
Of course Zheng Michang could clearly distinguish what was light and what was serious. Even when he went to Mr. Xiao Ge, he felt that he could explain the truth clearly.
Shen Yishi also nodded with deep understanding, as if he was only following Zheng Michang's lead. No matter what you say, I am willing to be wronged.
But he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, and at the same time thought about possible strategies to deal with the current situation.
"Xu Wenchang, Xu Wenchang, you really hurt me." Just as Shen Yishi was thinking quickly about how to get out of the predicament, something happened in the hall.
The old man raised his eyebrows and looked at the dome of the front hall. The woman with the sword frowned and pressed the sword with her right hand. The middle-aged man also narrowed his eyes and closed his sleeves with both hands.
Although Zheng Michang, Ma Ningyuan, and Shen Yishi didn't know what happened, they could feel that the atmosphere had suddenly changed.
With a series of blasting sounds, the eaves that the old man was looking at exploded inward, tiles sputtered in all directions, and the gravel shattered and collapsed.
A figure holding a long stick shot out!
"Huh?" The old man raised his eyebrows and said with a hint of surprise: "It's three times faster than I expected?"
The woman with the sword didn't say a word and took action immediately.
She lifted the bamboo hat above her head with her left hand, pushed the knee of her right leg forward, her thigh was close to her calf, and her muscles jumped, driving her body forward suddenly.
The female swordsman took one big step and broke open the screen between the front hall and the back hall, rushed to the front hall, stepped on the large round table placed in it, and jumped up using her strength.
When she stepped on the thick and heavy solid wood huanghuali table, her whole body was shaken, one of the table legs was broken, and the entire tabletop tilted downwards.
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The female swordsman leaped into the air, pressed her left thumb against the sword grid, twisted her wrist, and slapped the scabbard with her palm. The blade vibrated, like a spring tightening, ready to go.
When the shock energy reached its peak, she pushed out the sword with her left thumb, and unsheathed the sword with her right hand.
This series of complex movements in her hands are completely smooth and seamless, with an indescribable and natural beauty.
This technique of using the palm to urge the sword is derived from the Wudang Tai Chi palm, which can produce rigid, round and oscillating energy.
A palm slap on the scabbard can give the sword an initial elasticity, causing the blade to naturally come out of the sheath, increasing the speed of drawing the sword by several percent.
In the past, after Emperor Zhengde ordered the Shenji Battalion to destroy Wudang Mountain, countless secret books were scattered throughout the world. This female swordsman also learned some of the essence of Tai Chi's rigid and round movements, blended them into her own swordsmanship, and created this sword-drawing technique.
Before Xu Xing landed, he heard a "ding-dong" sound like dewdrops falling into the lake, and saw the blade of the sword piercing the smoke and heading straight for his throat, like a line of clear snow light, very thin and very fast.
It was a soft sword with a blade as thin as a cicada's wing and a slender body. The superposition of the three levels of strength makes this sword the fastest that Xu Xing has ever seen in his life.
Compared with this kind of swordsmanship, the new Yin-ryu swordsmanship that Inoue Jushiro is proud of is just shit.
Xu Xing's eyes trembled, and his cheeks felt cold, like a biting north wind blowing against his face.
With this distance and such speed, he had no time to set up the iron rod. He was in mid-air and had no way to dodge. Xu Xing could only use his left hand to strike hard.
He held his chest and pulled up his back, twisted his waist suddenly, threw out the claws of his left hand, and let out a sharp and sharp breath from his mouth.
This breath was like the long cry of a goshawk when it pounces. It crackled the air, was sharp and harsh, and spread far and wide in the living room.
Although the skin of Xu Xing's palms is fair, as soon as he exerts force, green and black veins will bulge out, like knotted steel bars, wrapping around the palms of his fingers, glowing with a cold light, revealing sharp and terrifying energy.
With a "stab" sound, the air was like torn silk cloth, and the air flow was turbulent. Xu Xing's left arm staggered away from the edge of the sword and stretched out diagonally.
With one claw, the female swordsman even felt an extremely strong fishy smell rushing toward her face. It didn't look like a human hand at all, but like the claws of some kind of steel monster.
The Yuejia Sanshou taught by Lichao Hall also combines the Shaolin Eagle Claw and Northern Eagle Claw training methods. When you first start practicing, you need to boil mung beans in an oil pan and insert them with your bare hands. After practice, use the secret concoction Wash your hands.
After a small level of success, then replace it with stones and iron sand, and each time it becomes more ferocious, until you reach a large level of practice, your Qi and blood will be consistent, your muscles and bones will be as strong as steel, and you can tear apart a galloping horse.
At the same time, we have to practice strength, buckle wood, tear trees, pick flowers, twist beans, draw tofu, from hard to soft, from yang to yin.
The eagle's claws have been trained to the point of Xu Xing. When the claws are pressed down, the Yang energy will make a difference, and the Yin energy will penetrate the bones. It is easy to grasp rocks into powder and break gold and iron. The jargon is called "Yin Yang grasping", which can be called "Zhangyi". Taking pulses and dividing muscles and bones."
No matter what kind of sword it is, it can't resist this blow.
But as soon as his fingers touched the sword, Xu Xing noticed something was wrong.
There's something weird about this sword.
Although Xu Xing's eagle claws looked scary, the dead skin on his fingertips and palms had all faded away, and his skin was as delicate as a baby's.
This is truly "response at the first touch", he can feel and grasp even the smallest force.
At this moment, Xu Xing felt the mystery of this soft sword.
This sword is made of gold and iron, but is wrapped with a thread of mercury on the inside, like an arm with no bone restrictions and can bend and extend freely.
In the hands of a master of swordsmanship, the power changes that this soft sword can exert are unmatched by even ordinary boxers, let alone other weapons.
Therefore, although the sword was caught, the female swordsman did not panic. With a flick of her wrist, she used her strength to shake away the mercury in the sword, and then used a spring force to move the sword.
The soft sword was like a living thing, twisting and jumping, breaking free from Xu Xing's eagle hand, drawing a mysterious path in the air, and biting towards his heart.
Fortunately, Xu Xing had already understood the secret of this soft sword through the "Ting Jin" skill, and let go of his hand in advance to avoid the explosion.
At the same time, an iron rod wrapped in a roaring wind struck, blocking the edge of the soft sword.
Amidst the clanging sound, both of them landed on the round table that was tilted due to broken legs, and trampled all the remaining table legs.
After landing, the female swordsman held the long sword in her right hand, pinched her left hand into sword fingers, stepped on the nine palaces, her figure was graceful and uncertain, and stabbed with another sword.
The mercury in the sword condensed into a silver line, which was forced from the hilt to the tip of the sword, adding an explosive energy to the momentum of the sword.
Even if the sword fails to penetrate the body and just touches the skin, the flesh will explode and blood will drip.
Xu Xing's eyes narrowed, he held the mixed iron rod with both hands and faced the soft sword. The head of the rod bounced back and forth, like a hidden dragon probing its head, making a sound like the sound of cracking silk.
Under the clothes, the slow-moving back muscle bundles protrude from the skin, and the tendons are exposed. They are constantly climbing and winding on the back and waist. The tendons distributed along the meridians are twisted into thick, snake-shaped muscle chains.
——This is a symbol of using all your strength.
The iron rod weighing dozens of kilograms was like an extremely elastic bamboo pole in Xu Xing's hands. The round head of the rod stirred the air and formed a vortex, which suddenly included all the changing paths of the soft sword.
Just looking at its appearance, the female swordsman felt that it looked a bit like the Wudang swordsmanship "Little Chaotic Ring" that she was quite familiar with. However, this terrifying power of rounding a long steel stick and turning hardness into softness was something she had never seen before.
Although the explosive force of the sword tip can tear flesh and blood, it cannot explode Xu Xing's mixed iron rod. As soon as the sword and stick strike, powerful force surges along the sword body.
The female swordsman felt that the force was so fierce, wave after wave, that it made her palms numb and she could hardly hold the sword hilt.
The sword in his hand is the swordsman's life. It can be said that under Xu Xing's stick, the female swordsman's life is like a candle in the wind, in danger.
The middle-aged man also saw this, his eyes narrowed, and he was surprised.
This woman's name is Xiao Yu, and she is a swordsman personally trained by the leader of the Black Stone, Chakravartin King. She is a master of the "Forty-One Water-Bearing Sword". With a sword in hand, even a master has to avoid the sharp edge.
Such a swordsman with extraordinary swordsmanship was defeated in just two or three rounds?
(End of chapter)