Chapter 36: The great sage among demons is roaming the sky!
Xiangshan City, official office.
Since Zhu Tiandu led his troops to successfully raid Xiangshan Mountain, this place has become his residence for self-cultivation. Only Zhu Polong can enter here and meet the Dragon King without being summoned.
Although no one among the thirty-six ships dared to offend the Dragon King's power and step beyond the thunder pool, secretly, there were still countless pairs of eyes staring at this place, watching the Dragon King's every move.
"My subordinates are becoming less and less ignorant of the rules."
In the official office, in an antique study room, Zhu Polong was sorting out the four treasures of the study on the desk.
While complaining, he gently grinded the ink, then took out a piece of civilized paper used by the imperial court, reached out from the coral pen holder, and took out a small tapered pen with a green bamboo stem.
This small tapered pen is extremely slender, only half the thickness of Zhu Polong's finger. When he holds the pen, he holds it with only two fingers, just like picking up an embroidery needle.
It's unbelievable that a man with such a majestic figure and a figure that is more than one head taller than an ordinary person can actually adopt such a scholarly attitude. He doesn't even use a big pen to splash ink boldly, but holds a delicate small awl.
Zhu Polong looked calm when doing these things by himself, without feeling any awkwardness. He placed the rice paper on the table, blew on the tip of the pen, and then dipped it into the inkstone.
Zhu Tiandu was walking around in the study room with his eyes closed and waving his hands in a circle. When he heard these words, he did not open his eyes. He just practiced boxing and said calmly:
"They don't have the guts either, so it doesn't hurt to have a look."
Even though he said this, Zhu Polong could still hear some regret in his adoptive father's tone.
He knew that this was because Zhu Tiandu, a militant who had been holding back for so many years, could no longer suppress his fighting spirit once he took action. His hands were itchy and unbearable, so he shook his head and said:
"After all, you have not recovered from your injuries, so you should calm down for the time being."
Zhu Tiandu didn't reply. He still closed his eyes and punched, but the speed was slightly faster, causing a strong wind to blow the paper in front of Zhu Polong away from the table.
——The old man has really become more and more childish as he gets older over the years.
Zhu Polong shook his head, sighing secretly in his heart, and raised his wrist to write without caring, and the tip of his pen brushed across the paper.
This stroke is like the protrusion of a mountain, calming the chaotic wind, making the paper suddenly become straight and stick to the table.
After the pen tip touches the paper, Zhu Polong only uses one index finger to press the tail of the small tapered pen. The skin and flesh do not move, and the big tendons protrude from the skin. He only uses this tendon to exert force and move the pen edge.
Since the tendon connecting the left chest to the arm was severed by Xu Xing, Zhu Polong practiced in this way on weekdays, using only one tendon to perform many subtle changes in strength.
He put his hand behind his back, pressed the pen with his index finger, and flicked his wrist. The sleeves stacked on his wrist swayed, like the surface of a lake ruffled by the spring breeze.
If you ignore Zhu Polong's tall and mighty figure and evil-looking face, this look is even a bit beautiful.
Few people know that this "Crocodile God of the Four Seas" also comes from a scholarly family. He is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is a truly literary figure.
His wrist turned vertically and horizontally, and eight statues of gods with different shapes gradually appeared in his brush.
Although there are only eight simple outlines drawn by lines, there is still a strong and concentrated pressure, like a group of strong and powerful generals coming from the clouds, gathering in the sky, eager to burst out of the paper. Subdue the evil spirits of the world.
Feeling this aura, Zhu Tiandu finally stopped his boxing. He came over, looked at the painting, and praised:
"The painting is good, the shape is ten points, and the spirit is at least seven or eight points."
Prince Baolong, who was rumored to be seriously injured and on the verge of death, does not appear to be sick at all now, but his face is slightly pale.
He nodded and then shook his head:
"Although the formation of Qi Yuanjing and Yu Xujiang takes the meaning of the Eight Heavenly Dragons, it is a majestic formation of military strategists. If you use pen and ink to interpret it, you will never be able to describe all its wonderful features."
Having said this, Zhu Tiandu frowned and said with some dissatisfaction:
"Poems, lyrics, songs, music, chess, calligraphy and painting are nothing more than trivial matters and are not beneficial to life. Only boxing and alchemy are the grand avenue for cultivating both life and life. With your qualifications, if you can focus on boxing, as of now you are not able to 'fist into the void' ?”
Zhu Polong didn't like hearing this. Now that the two of them were getting along, he didn't bother to put on a respectful and flattering posture. He raised his eyebrows and said casually:
"I can't learn the way you are doing."
Zhu Tiandu sighed:
"You just read too many books when you were a child. If you were like me, I don't know how happy you would be now."
Although Zhu Tiandu looks like an erudite scholar who has read classics and likes to show off his emotions, in fact, he only has half a bottle of ink in his stomach at most. In his heart, he is still a rough, rough, and even savage warrior.
It is precisely the ferocious and savage Zhu Polong who is a character with great talent and talent, and he can pick up poems and songs at his fingertips.
However, this person is accustomed to hiding his clumsiness and does not want to easily show his humiliation in front of others, so he will be mistaken for a vulgar martial artist.
Zhu Polong rolled his eyelids and said perfunctorily:
"That's because my son has a bad fate and will be able to study when he is born."
Zhu Tiandu shook his head and said seriously:
"If you read too much, your mind will be easily confused and impure, making it difficult to concentrate on one thought."
Zhu Polong finally raised his head and looked directly at his adoptive father.
When it comes to his own boxing spirit and boxing concepts, even when facing the person he respects the most in the world, Zhu Polong did not flinch at all and went straight to the point:
"Father, you have your ambitions, and I also have my pursuits. It's hard to say which road will lead to the end."
It was only then that this giant man, who always acted like a scribe, truly showed his majesty as the "Crocodile God of the Four Seas".
After hearing these words, Zhu Tiandu not only was not angry, but instead smiled and said with approval:
"Yes, this is my son's courage.
Being able to insist on your opinion so stubbornly in front of me means that you are one step closer to me. ”
Zhu Tiandu's tone was like encouraging a baby that had just learned to walk.
He was indeed really joyful and happy, but this emotion that was almost affectionate revealed a downright high attitude.
Zhu Tiandu smiled brightly when he looked at the successor and opponent he had trained with his own hands.
But his eyes were extremely serious, and he said every word:
"Follow me slowly. When you are truly qualified to stand in front of me, I will let you know who is right and who is wrong."
Before Zhu Tiandu became a father, he was first of all a warrior, and he was a very confident warrior who insisted on his own way without wavering!
Zhu Polong could naturally feel these emotions, but he had no distracting thoughts in his mind. He just raised his eyebrows and grinned.
"I believe that day will not be too far away."
His eyebrows were already thick and slanted into his temples. When he raised them like this, he gave off an unruly and ferocious look.
The sunlight shines through the window frame, tiny and bright, floating like ripples in the water.
But when the light fell into their eyes, it didn't look warm. Instead, it looked like flowing magma, emitting a thrilling heat.
The warm atmosphere in the room just now was suddenly torn to pieces by the ferocious fangs belonging to the warrior, but the two of them did not feel any discomfort at all.
——This is how their father and son get along on a daily basis.
There is not only a family relationship like a real father and son, where blood is thicker than water, but also a pure sense of struggle that belongs to a warrior.
Looking at each other for a while, Zhu Tiandu laughed and said:
"However, before that, you still have to pass a hurdle. I was even better than Yue Laoer back then. It doesn't make sense. I have to accept an adopted son and lose to his apprentice, right?" Hearing this ridicule, Zhu Polong also Without any expression of anger, he lowered his head and pondered for a moment before giving an accurate evaluation:
"That man is indeed the most difficult opponent I have ever encountered since I learned boxing in my life. His boxing skills and physique are not very good, but his spiritual sense is extremely sharp, and his aura is almost domineering."
After Zhu Tiandu heard this, he also restrained his joking expression, rubbed his chin, and said in a deep voice:
"On the road to martial arts, having a strong man of sufficient weight as an opponent to sharpen each other is a great opportunity that all martial artists in the world can only dream of.
After all, he is also Yue Laoer's apprentice, why don't you just let him live and be a whetstone for you. ”
Zhu Polong recalled the man's high-spirited eyebrows, shook his head, and said resolutely:
"Although that man is the second master's apprentice, he is more aloof and arrogant than the second master. People like him will definitely hinder me and other important things.
It would be best for the adoptive father to take action on his own, while I hold the battle on the side and completely cut off his life. ”
Work is work, and boxing is boxing. Zhu Polong has always been very clear about this. He will never leave any trouble for the big things he is about to do just to hone his boxing skills.
This is the biggest difference between him and Zhu Tiandu.
After hearing the advice of his adopted son, Zhu Tiandu, a lifelong tycoon who was always considered to be willful and self-willed by the outside world, easily changed his mind and nodded:
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
What the world doesn't know is that Zhu Tiandu actually has an all-or-nothing attitude towards many things in the world. Many "resolute" orders were issued by Zhu Polong under the guise of his name.
Because the vision of Prince Baolong is really too high and too far. As far as he can see, except for the peak of martial arts that stands in the clouds and is as high as the sky, there are only a handful of opponents.
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Therefore, Zhu Tiandu naturally would not take Xu Xing, the new grandmaster, seriously. To him, whether to kill or release was only a matter of choice.
Since Zhu Polong said he wanted to kill him, Zhu Tiandu naturally wouldn't raise any objections.
At this moment, Zhu Tiandu suddenly looked outside the courtyard door. He narrowed his eyes and let out a surprised sigh.
Although Zhu Polong did not have the advanced state of "knowing without seeing without hearing" like Zhu Tiandu, he could still hear the noise coming from far away.
Hearing the familiar and rapid footsteps, he frowned:
"It's Xiaoliu. There must be something urgent when you write at this time."
At this moment, Zhu Tiandu returned to the pure state of the past, where he was as silent as a god, and supremely forgetful of emotion.
He spoke calmly, but his voice was as vague as the sound of a jade edict from a palace in the sky.
"Another fellow traveler has passed away. Let's go out and have a look."
"Huh?"
When Zhu Polong heard this, a flash of shock flashed across his face. He knew very well that those who could be called "peers" by his adoptive father were at least the kind of senior masters who had already touched the "fist into the void".
Such a person, if you look at the world, you can't even count the number of people on your hands, how could one of them fall so easily?
Zhu Polong didn't think too much, and scurried out of the door. A strong wind suddenly blew, shaking the window frame, and the picture of the eight divine generals flew up.
As soon as the paper fell to the ground, Zhu Polong turned back to the study. He was holding a just-opened letter in his hand. There were only a few simple lines in the letter, but the content was extremely shocking.
Zhu Tiandu took a look at it and couldn't help laughing:
"It's interesting. I remember that boy from Mingshan. He said a few days ago that he was going to find Southern Shaolin to bring us reinforcements. It's good now. He's been punished all over the place.
"A dozen or so great boxers, plus a wheel-turning king, were all killed by him alone. This disciple, Yue Laoer, is really powerful."
Zhu Polong knew very well that his adoptive father had always been a person with high eyesight, and now he was even twice as powerful, which showed how important that person was in his eyes.
——How could this man’s boxing skills improve so quickly?
Although Zhu Polong was defeated last time, he believed that his injuries accounted for at least 30% of the factors. Although he would not use this as an excuse, it was an objective fact after all.
But now looking at Xu Xing's achievements, even with his confidence and spirit, it feels incredible.
——Is this man really an unparalleled genius?
But soon, Zhu Polong noticed another thing. He frowned and said doubtfully:
"Why did he suddenly attack Southern Shaolin?"
Zhu Tiandu doesn’t care about being authentic:
"He not only killed the official, but also injured you. He also wants to make a difference in this mess and show off his talents. He has to find another site. Maybe he is eyeing the people here and wants to take advantage of him. Dove’s Nest.”
Zhu Tiandu's speculation was full of the atmosphere of a simple mountain king, but it was also inexplicably convincing because he had really done such a thing.
As soon as Zhu Polong recalled Xu Xing's face, he felt that this matter was a bit strange. After thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was not impossible, so he simply stopped thinking about it and just nodded and said:
"However, this is also an opportunity. If he wants to recruit Shaolin monks like this, it will definitely take time.
We just took this opportunity to integrate the forces of the Japanese slave country into one and attack Taizhou City with a majestic formation.
Although Lu Fang, an old dog, has come to Taizhou, because the defeat at Xiangshan is ahead of him, he will not dare to take risks himself. Instead, he will stick to Taizhou to prevent us from assassinating him again. ”
Having said this, Zhu Polong showed a strategizing smile and shook his head slowly. Although he was naked, he still felt a bit like a feather fan and scarf.
"The combination of right and wrong is the way to victory as a military strategist."
Zhu Tiandu didn't pay attention to this. He just turned his head and looked far away in the direction of Southern Shaolin, his eyes full of expectation.
Whoever wants to stop me, just stand in front of me!
The news that Xu Xing single-handedly attacked Southern Shaolin and killed more than a dozen great boxers and a grandmaster certainly didn't just reach Xiangshan City.
After all, looking at the world, master-level experts are rare.
The death of every great master will cause the world's martial arts to boil for a period of time, not to mention that Southern Shaolin, which was breached following the death of this master, is the well-deserved leader of the southeastern martial arts world.
Although grandmasters are rare, there are always a few in every era, and how many large sects like Southern Shaolin have been seen in the past thousand years?
Since the founding of the Southern Shaolin sect, it has prospered and declined, but it has never been bloodbathed like this.
For a time, the world was turbulent, and countless eyes from all over the Nine Provinces were directed at this dispute-ridden southeastern land.
Overtly or covertly, countless forces took action upon hearing the news. Based on this news, they changed their original deployment in the southeast and began to spare no effort to collect information about this new grandmaster.
Soon, a piece of information, written by Xu Wei himself, which was enough to be fake and real, was placed in front of the heads of major forces in the world.
——When he was young, he traveled with Yue across the sea to practice boxing. When he was young, he went to Luzon and Siam to practice boxing alone. After the war, he returned home. He ran a martial arts school openly and secretly engaged in illegal business. Before he became a master, he The men of the "Crocodile God of the Four Seas" escaped alive.
After a few years of silence due to injuries, he finally broke out due to the incident of converting rice into mulberry. He sneaked into Hangzhou alone, made a big fuss in the Yamen, killed two senior and third-rank officials, and defeated the three masters of Black Stone with one against three.
He encountered the "Crocodile God of the Four Seas" outside Taizhou City and defeated him. After a few days, he broke into the Southern Shaolin alone and killed a dozen great boxers and a mysterious master of unknown origin.
Three days later, the identity of the grandmaster was revealed. He turned out to be the Wheel-turning King who once led the Black Stone Organization and wreaked havoc in the world.
Such a brilliant performance really made the world look at him.
Because he also practices "Dapeng Mingwang Fist", and his style is so fierce and violent that he can surpass many masters, so the martial arts in the world respectfully call him "Huundang Qingtian" based on the legendary name of the great sage among monsters. ".
(End of chapter)