Kung Fu Panda Breaking Through Marvel

Chapter 71 My name is Wang Lin, I specialize in killing Tartars!

Zhang Cuishan seemed to realize something: "This Nine Suns Divine Art is really mysterious, I only understand about [-]% of it."

Yu Lianzhou frowned: "My understanding is not as good as that of my fifth brother, I only understand [-]% of it."

Song Yuanqiao sighed: "Although I am a few years older, my comprehension is not as good as that of my fifth and second brothers, and I only understand [-]% of it."

Yu Daiyan, Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu looked at each other, unwilling to speak.

Because they only understand [-]% of it.

As for Zhang Wuji, although his talent and understanding are no less than that of Zhang Cuishan, he is too young, his cultivation level is too low, and his knowledge is too little to understand even a single thing.

The gap between people is sometimes bigger than that between people and pigs!
"Second Uncle, Fourth Uncle, Fifth Uncle, Sixth Uncle, and Seventh Uncle, the rigid prime minister's internal strength is extremely deep, not weaker than the emptiness of Shaolin Temple. Ah Er Ah San is his senior brother, so he must be stronger."

Song Qingshu said in a deep voice, "It's not too late for you to go down the mountain after practicing the Nine Suns Divine Art. My nephew will go down the mountain first to inquire about the news for the uncles, to find the whereabouts of Ah Er, Ah San, and the remnants of the Vajra Sect, and to find out about the news of the Ruyang Palace. .”

Everyone nodded.

Among them, only Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou's internal strength is not inferior to Shaolin Kongxing, and the others are much worse.

If they really met Ah Er and Ah San, they might not be able to kill each other, but might be killed by each other.

But if you practice the Nine Suns Divine Art, it will be different.

They already have deep foundations, first-rate talents and understanding, and Zhang Sanfeng personally taught them, so their internal strength will definitely improve by leaps and bounds.

Perhaps within a few years, the Seven Heroes of Wudang will surpass the Shaolin Temple, the Messenger of Light, the Four Great Dharma Kings, and become the top existence in the Jianghu.

Yu Daiyan said in a deep voice: "Qingshu, be careful in everything, try to inform us if you find out the news, don't be brave."

"Don't worry third uncle, Qingshu understands."

Early the next morning, Song Qingshu took the white ape down the mountain again.

This time, instead of flying a Kun-style fighter, he chose traditional methods such as horseback riding, walking, boating, and sedan chair to appreciate the great rivers and mountains of the motherland.

This broadens his mind and is also good for practicing martial arts.

One day, a man and an ape came to the banks of the Han River, and suddenly saw a small boat going down the river.

The rower was a big man with a beard, and there were two children on board, a boy and a girl, who looked less than ten years old.

Followed by a large ship, on board were four monks, seven or eight military officers of the Yuan Dynasty, and a ship full of Yuan soldiers.

Whoosh whoosh!
These people shot arrows one after another, and the feather arrows pierced through the air, making a whining sound.

The big bearded man waved his oars and blocked all the feathered arrows around him, obviously his martial arts were good.

Suddenly heard a scream.

The little boy was shot in the back by an arrow, the arrow shot into the heart, and died.

The big bearded man was extremely anxious and tried his best to protect the little girl, but he was also shot by several arrows and was seriously injured.

Song Qingshu frowned.

He had seen those foreign monks in their attire, and they were obviously disciples of the Vajra Sect.

And those Yuan soldiers are mostly under the command of King Ruyang!

"Strange, why does this scene feel familiar..."

Song Qingshu didn't have time to think, the whole person flew up into the sky like a ladder to the sky, moved around in mid-air, and went straight to the big ship.

"No, it's a master from the Central Plains!"

"Such lightness skills, such strong internal skills, we can't let him board the ship!"

"Thousands of arrows, shoot him to death!"

A military officer ordered that all Yuan soldiers shoot in volley, but they couldn't hit Song Qingshu at all. Instead, he grabbed a few in mid-air, threw them backhanded, and inserted them into the throats of several Yuan soldiers.

In an instant, he landed on the big ship.

A military officer quickly shouted: "Who are you, you dare to attack us? Do you know that we are under the command of King Ruyang..."

Pfft!

Song Qingshu pierced the military officer's throat with a sword, and sneered: "My name is Wang Lin, and I specialize in killing Tartars!"

With his sword in his hand, he killed all the military officers and soldiers of the Yuan Dynasty in a few rounds, leaving only four foreign monks.

They were trembling with fright, and one of them said, "You...you better let us go, otherwise...or Master will definitely kill you!"

Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows: "Who is your master, Ah Er or Ah San?"

"You... how do you know this title?" The faces of the monks changed drastically, and they were extremely flustered.

The second-generation disciples of the Vajra Sect belong to the "Gang" generation, and their master is no exception.

And the so-called "A Er" and "A San" are actually the daughters of King Ru Yang "Min Min Temur", the names given to the three masters of King Ru Yang, ranked according to age and strength, only Ru Yang Only the people in the palace know.

How does this person know?
Could it be that he is a Central Plains expert recruited by King Ruyang?

Song Qingshu snorted coldly: "Answer the question!"

"Yes, it's Ah San!"

"Where is he?"

"Master is nearby and is coming soon! You'd better let us go, otherwise when the old man comes, he will definitely kill you..."

Before Fan Monk could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a big bearded man.

He shouted: "Wang Shaoxia, don't trust them, their master has gone to hunt down the lord, and he is not around at all!"

"Really? What a pity!"

Wang Lin beheaded all four monks with a sword, turned around and jumped up, and came to the boat.

The bearded man checked the little boy, and found that he was not breathing, and his face darkened.

He then got up, bowed his fists to Song Qingshu, and bowed: "Chang Yuchun, thank you Wang Shaoxia for saving my life!"

Chang Yuchun?
A light flashed in Song Qingshu's mind.

No wonder he felt familiar, it turned out to be Chang Yuchun!

So that exquisite little girl on the boat, isn't she Zhou Zhiruo?
And her father, a disciple of "Peng Monk Peng Yingyu", one of the five scattered members of the Ming Sect, led an uprising of more than [-] people, and was soon suppressed by the "King of Zhou" Zhou Ziwang?

Shouldn't it be two years later that Chang Yuchun escaped with Zhou Zhiruo? Why was it so much earlier?

Could it be that the butterfly flapping its wings changed everything?
"Brother Chang is seriously injured, let's heal first."

Song Qingshu took out Tianxiang intermittent glue and Baiyun Xiongdan pill, and handed them to Chang Yuchun.

"Thank you." Chang Yuchun had a bold personality and did not refuse.

Song Qingshu asked: "Where is King Zhou? Let's save him and kill Ah San by the way!"

Chang Yuchun shook his head: "The lord is not the opponent of Yuan Bing, he must have been killed now. The lord's last wish is for me to protect his children, but now, now..."

Of a pair of children, he only protected one!
Song Qingshu comforted: "Brother Chang, kill more Tartars in the future, just to avenge those who died first."

The two sailed south by boat, and it didn't take long for them to get acquainted with each other.

Song Qingshu said with a smile: "I didn't expect Brother Chang to be a member of the Ming Cult. The Ming Cult has always been against the Yuan court and wanted to drive out the Tartars and restore China. My younger brother has long wanted to join the Ming Cult, but it's a pity that there is no way."

Chang Yuchun's eyes lit up: "Your brother, would you like to join the Mingjiao? That's great, which school, which banner, or branch do you want to join?"

The Mingjiao claims to have millions of people, a great family and a great cause, and a strict organization. It is divided into the Persian General Teaching and the Middle Earth Mingjiao.

The head teacher of Persia didn't mention it.

The main structure of Zhongtu Mingjiao is the leader, the left and right messengers of light, the four guardian kings, the five scattered people, and the five-element flag.

Among them, the bright left envoy controls the four gates of "heaven", "earth", "wind" and "thunder", and the five banners of "ruijin", "giant wood", "flood", "raging fire" and "thick soil" obey the command of the leader .

The Tianying Sect, a branch of Mingjiao, has three halls of "Tianwei", "Ziwei" and "Tianshi", and five altars of "God Snake", "Qinglong", "White Tiger", "Suzaku" and "Xuanwu" in various places. .

In addition, there are a large number of sub-forums in various places.

If you want to join Mingjiao, of course you have to start from the Four Gates of Heaven, Earth, Wind and Thunder, the Five Elements Flag, or branch altars in various places.

"Brother Chang, let me think about it first."

Song Qingshu opened the group chat: "@All Members, Family, I'm going to join Mingjiao, which department do you think is better to join?"

He recounted his experience, and then stored the Black Jade Ointment in the group space.

(End of this chapter)