I, Jiajing, Emperor Longevity

Chapter 23 Kanglong has regrets, so small that it is full

In Yuxi Palace, Zhu Houcong is full of ambition.

How enjoyable it is to drive the big bosses of the Manchu Dynasty like cattle and horses.

This is the right pursued by countless heroes throughout the ages, at home and abroad!
It's just too slow.

Regardless of whether it is opening the sea or spreading the land into acres, if you want to have a harvest, the time unit required is years.

The fruit ripens too late, which makes the refreshing feeling slightly astringent.

But Wang Chongyang's martial arts world is quite different, the flow of time is seven times faster than that of Daming, making the harvest come very quickly.

Therefore, the refreshing feeling is also strong.

Counting the increase in faith value day by day is enough to keep Jiajing's adrenaline at a high level.

With Jiajing's military and material assistance, Wang Chongyang's anti-golden cause was in full swing, and the base area basically covered the entire eight hundred miles of Qinchuan.

Formed a situation in which the Jinren dared not go south and instead plowed their horses.

Babaili Qinchuan, also known as the Guanzhong Plain, is a special alluvial plain eroded by the Wei River in the northern part of the Qinling Mountains in Shaanxi, China.

In this area, based on the long-term irrigation of the river, a naturally fertile land is formed.

At the same time, because there are not only arable land suitable for crop growth, but also special natural barriers such as the Qinling Mountains and the Yellow River.

Therefore, for people living in this area, they can not only survive with abundant crops, but also rely on the power of nature to resist foreign aggression.

Because of this, since the Western Zhou Dynasty, [-] dynasties have successively established their capitals here, and it is precisely because of the existence of these capitals that the eight hundred li Qinchuan area can become one of the birthplaces of the Chinese nation.

There is such a description of this place in "Guo Qin Lun": Qin Shihuang's heart is firmly established in Guanzhong.

Although after the Tang Dynasty, the Guanzhong area declined due to various reasons, but northern Shaanxi can achieve great things, let alone Guanzhong.

The Wanshou Emperor Temple, after three years of repair and improvement, has formed a magnificent temple, surrounded by hundreds of miles, guarded by elite soldiers.

Immense!

On this day, an old monk came to Zhongnan Mountain uninvited.

This great monk, dressed in a moon-white monk's robe, looks a bit ugly, but he is slim and has a special temperament.

Standing there, everyone's eyes are involuntarily attracted to him.

But he walked all the way towards the Temple of the Longevity Emperor, without saying a word, at an extremely fast speed, and he looked like a martial arts master.

That's okay, the elite guards of the Emperor's Temple surrounded him, raised their crossbows, and pointed at the old monk.

"One more step forward, Kill Unforgiven!"

"Old monk... Gan!"

"Fire arrows..."

One will drink a lot.

The crossbow arrows of the Song Dynasty were actually the most suitable for close-range combat. As long as an army formation was formed, three rows of soldiers fired in turn, and the arrow rain formed was not much worse than the simple spear formation of later generations.

Arrows are like rain.

The extremely dense rain of arrows can be said to have poured over directly, with chi chi chi chi!

The roar of the crossbow arrows, the sound of the wind breaking through the air is the sound of death.

I saw the old monk lift up the moon-white monk robe, and swipe towards the rain of arrows. The autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves, and the vast innocence swayed, just like the waves of the sea one after another.

"Extreme master..."

"Quickly inform Chongyang Master."

Those are crossbow bolts, not straws.

It just brushed away.

It's really terrifying!

After three waves of crossbow arrows, the old monk was still standing there, but his body was full of arrows.

"Amitabha, such an army has a certain possibility of conquering the Central Plains..."

The old monk muttered, his true energy vibrated, and a voice as vast as a dragon's chant echoed in the heaven and earth of Zhongnan Mountain: "Lin Chaoying, come and see me quickly."

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After reviewing Wang Chongyang's memory, Jiajing later found out that this old monk was actually Xu Zhu.

After Yinchuan Princess Li Qinglu died, Xu Zhu returned to Shaolin Temple to continue to eat fast and chant Buddha.

As for the Xiaoyao Sect, the female disciples taken in by Tianshan Child Elder were dismissed by Li Qinglu early on, and Xu Zhu has no interest in recruiting disciples. The once powerful Xiaoyao Sect has become a thing of the past.

But the inheritance of Xiaoyao School has not been cut off, as Xu Zhu's granddaughter, Lin Chaoying, has inherited part of the unique learning.

Xiaolongnv's face is not old, the beauty's boxing moves are unique, the golden bell is like a white rainbow's palm power, and the poison of Yufeng needle is a bit like a life-and-death talisman...

This is all the result of Xu Zhu's word of mouth, moreover, Xu Zhu's martial arts is also a half-way monk, he is not a genius, and Lin Chaoying does not seek deep understanding.

So, got a weakened version.

On the contrary, Qiao Feng asked Xu Zhu to find the heirs of the Beggar Clan, and passed down the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

This time the old monk came down the mountain to pass on the story of subduing the dragon, but when he was done, he had one last thing on his mind, which was to concentrate on chanting Buddha.

And the chosen object was none other than Wang Chongyang.

The beggar gang is already rotten, and there is no one who inherits the elder brother's knowledge and will.

Although Wang Chongyang is not a member of the Beggars' Clan, if anyone in this world can throw his head and blood for the world like Qiao Feng, it is none other than him.

Is it a beggar gang, does it matter?
Zhongnan Mountain, outside the Temple of the Longevity Emperor.

I saw the old monk opened his posture, leaped into the air, and when he was in mid-air, he suddenly swung out his palm and struck down in the air.

Bang!
The palm slapped the air, and there was a blast like a heavy hammer hitting a drum, and a strong wind whistling in all directions and scratching the face was painful.

"This is the flying dragon in the sky." The old monk put his palms down and asked, "Did you see clearly?"

Wang Chongyang nodded: "I see clearly."

The moves of "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" are simple and simple, without any fancy.The reason why it can become the first-class palm technique in the world lies in the skill of using energy and exerting force.

If you only look at the moves, anyone who sees them twice can follow the example.

But if you don't know the method of exerting force, no matter how similar the moves are, they are useless, they are just in shape.

So after performing the moves once, the old monk explained all kinds of ways to exercise strength and develop strength one by one.

It was only a while to practice the moves, but it took a long time to talk about the method of exerting strength.

The seemingly ordinary Flying Palm has many complex and subtle changes.Just sending out the palm force to attack the enemy, there are various forces such as flying, shocking, bursting, penetrating...etc.

According to the actual needs, you can choose which kind of palm force to send out at will, and you can also use multiple palm forces one after another to catch the enemy by surprise.

Wang Chongyang concentrated his attention, listened to the teachings, and wrote down every word of the methods taught by the old monk.

Not only did he never forget it with his photographic memory, but the tricks of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms were so exquisite that he understood them all after listening to them once.

why?
Because Jiajing gave him another hook: see the nature clearly.

"Does Kanglong understand this move with regret?" the old monk asked with a wrinkled face.

"understood!"

"Slap your palm to show the poor monk."

The move of "Kanglong Yougui" is even more commonplace than "Flying Dragon in the Sky".

Feilong Zaitian still had at least one jumping and pounce movement, but Kanglong Youhui just bent his knees and drew circles before striking out his palms. It seemed simple and clear, without any change.

But just such a flat palm hit a huge boulder, and it collapsed into fist-sized gravel.

"Chongyang is amazing!"

Seeing this, Lin Chaoying waved her hands and applauded.

But Wang Chongyang straightened his clothes, bowed towards the Emperor's Temple, and said: "Kanglong has regrets, it's so small that it's full, this disciple has realized it."

"What did you understand?" Lin Chaoying asked.

The old monk also looked at him curiously.

"Not long ago, the emperor passed me eight words: Kanglong has regrets, so small that he is full."

"I thought it was about martial arts before, but now it seems that it is about fighting gold."

"Now we control Qinchuan for eight hundred miles, with strong soldiers and strong horses, it seems that we can drive the aliens out of the Central Plains in one fell swoop. But do we really have this strength?"

"Chaoying, you should know that our foundation is still weak and we don't have enough prestige among the masses."

"If we continue to expand in a short period of time, our team may be doomed!"

"The Jin people can't tolerate us, and Zhao Song can't tolerate us..."

"We've reached a stage where it's too small to fill!"

"War is no joke!"

What is "so small and full", it's just that Jiajing's aid materials are not enough, and the people of the Ming Dynasty still can't eat enough!Where did he get so many supplies to open up the second battlefield in the Southern Song Dynasty.

Therefore, I can only play charades and be a riddler.

Sure enough, Wang Chongyang's self-strategy pushed his belief value one step forward, and he was one step closer to being a fanatic.

(End of this chapter)