The Heavens: Cross the World

Chapter 150 My name is Zhou Zhiruo

"Song Daxia, Yu Erxia, and Wudang heroes, let's go here."

At the foot of Wudang Mountain, Feng Ji cupped his fists and bid farewell to everyone.

Song Yuanqiao clasped his fists and said: "Everyone in Wudang must remember this kindness of Master Feng. If there is a dispatch in the future, Song and Wudang disciples will definitely come here despite the dangers of thousands of mountains and mountains."

Feng Ji smiled and said: "You're welcome, this time Feng has learned a lot from Zhang Zhenren in Wudang, so don't mention any kindness in the future."

Everyone laughed, and after a month of getting along, everyone also discovered the Hall Master Feng in front of them.

She has no airs at all, and she is not as bloody, vicious, and extreme as rumors in the rivers and lakes.

Yin Susu looked at Feng Ji, and said with red eyes: "Master Feng, can you really find a way to cure Wuji?"

Feng Ji shook his head: "Feng is not sure, but he will do his best."

"Of course, Master Zhang has already gone to Shaolin, and maybe he will gain something. In short, Miss Yin, don't worry, Feng will definitely bring news as soon as possible."

"Everyone, let's go!"

Feng Ji cupped his fists, turned around and descended the mountain gracefully.

On the mountain road, Song Yuanqiao and others looked at Feng Ji's leaving back, and they couldn't help showing emotion.

Mo Shenggu and Yin Liting were the youngest, and Yin Liting was the first to speak at this time: "Senior brother, after getting along with Hall Master Feng this month, he doesn't seem to be as surly and cruel as the outside world has said?"

Mo Shenggu couldn't help but nodded and said: "Teacher Feng doesn't look very old, after getting along these days, he seems to be quite casual, without too many red tapes, but like our master, he is informal."

Zhang Cuishan sighed: "Because he is a member of the Demon Cult, I was on guard against him and didn't want to have too much contact with him, but I was too small."

"Master is right. We are too deeply influenced by the views of the family. We must not always pretend to be decent. I have also gone down the mountain to inquire about the deeds of this Hall Master Feng. Although he is not well-known in the world, he In the mouths of the common people, everyone praises it."

Zhang Songxi opened his mouth to talk about the news he had inquired at the foot of the mountain this month, and his expression was quite emotional.

When everyone heard the words, they asked questions one after another.

"Fourth brother, what did you find out?"

"Fourth brother, tell me quickly."

Zhang Songxi smiled and said, "Let's talk while walking."

"I went to Jiangnan this time to find out if there is a solution to the cold poison for Wuji, and I heard a lot of news about this Hall Master Feng along the way."

"Teacher Feng's Ziwei Hall is now the most powerful branch of the Sky Eagle Sect, with more than [-] followers."

"This Hall Master Feng has a great reputation in the eastern Zhejiang area. The Giant Whale Gang, Haisha faction, and Shenquan sect that he fought were losing ground. These three gangs even hid in Jiangxi for a time."

"The entire eastern Zhejiang to Huizhou, water and land routes are all under the control of Ziweitang, salt transportation, water transportation, ironware and other businesses are also in his hands, and it can be said that it is making money every day."

"Hiss, are they so rich?"

"I think Hall Master Feng's clothes are also average."

"Don't interrupt, fourth brother, keep talking." Yu Lianzhou interrupted the two of Mo Shenggu and said to Zhang Songxi.

Zhang Songxi sighed: "This is the most admirable place. He didn't keep any of the money he made for himself. He used it all to support the rebel army and help the rebel army buy weapons and horses. Right now, among the rebel army in the south, Zhejiang The East’s rebel army is the largest and strongest.”

"The people in the south of the Yangtze River praise this Hall Master Feng, who is the reincarnation of the king of gods, and rescues the Venerable Ziwei. You said that this Venerable Ziwei is completely different from the [Blood Hand Human Massacre] that was given to him in the rivers and lakes." do not."

What Zhang Songxi said made the Wudang Seven Heroes look at each other in blank dismay.

Mo Shenggu couldn't help clenching his fists and clapping his hands, saying: "How can such a hero have such a bad reputation in the martial arts world?"

"Killing the Mongolian Tartars and saving the people in the south of the Yangtze River, Hall Master Feng is a great hero no matter what. Why did people in the Jianghu give him such a notoriety as [Blood Hand Human Massacre]?" Yin Liting couldn't help but angrily said.

Zhang Songxi sighed: "I also found this matter very strange, so I went to inquire about it."

"It turns out that Hall Master Feng's nickname came from the Giant Whale Gang."

"Just because Hall Master Feng practiced kung fu all over his body, he is invincible and invincible on the battlefield."

"He has always been fierce and merciless in his attacks. Every time he strikes, the enemy is mostly smashed to pieces, and the scene is extremely bloody, so he got this nickname."

"This……"

The Seven Heroes of Wudang suddenly remembered that on Mount Wudang that day, Feng Ji's attack was indeed ruthless and cruel.

Zhang Cuishan couldn't help but said: "Teacher Feng deserves his honor, he deserves to be called a hero, so what kind of good people are the Giant Whale Gang and the Sea Sand Sect?"

"Ten years ago, they plotted against each other for the Dragon Saber. What tricks haven't been used?"

Yu Lianzhou couldn't help but nodded: "Yes, I once investigated a case involving the Haisha faction and the Giant Whale Gang. These two high-level gangs have actually been colluding with the violent Yuan government to resell salt privately. Spam, people in the south of the Yangtze River have no means of living, and these people are also accomplices."

Song Yuanqiao couldn't help feeling emotional, and said: "It's not as good as seeing it after hearing it. No wonder the master always teaches us that the two words good and evil are originally indistinguishable. If a decent disciple has a bad mind, he is a wicked person. As long as the evil faction is dedicated to good, That’s a gentleman.”

The rest of the heroes couldn't help showing emotion.

Standing among them, Yin Susu couldn't help but feel happy from the bottom of his heart when he heard them praise Feng Ji and the Tianying Cult for fighting against the martyrs of the Mongolian captives.

Even the mood of worrying about his son has improved a lot.

Feng Ji didn't know that this month, Wudang Party's impression of him changed greatly.

At this time, I went down the mountain all the way, found a ferry, went west all the way, passed through Xiangyang, and entered Hanzhong.

The boats don't stop, and the river is surging.

On this day, the ship arrived in Shuchuan.

Feng Ji was sitting on the bow of the boat, looking at the green mountains and green waters of Shuchuan, thinking about the method of refining and transforming Qi.

He is gradually transforming the acquired qi in the body into innate qi and storing it in the dantian.

At the same time, he also understood the mystery of Zhang Sanfeng's Taijiquan.

This Taijiquan emphasizes that the last move comes first, the brakes are stopped with stillness, and the fast moves are played with slowness.

But the basis of all this lies in the quick response.

Otherwise, if someone calls, you will have no way to parry it. If you are slow, but you can't even block it, how can you fight fast with slowness?
The so-called reaction power refers to mental power.

The mental power is strong, and the reaction is naturally fast.

In this taijiquan mentality, in fact, the intention is the body, and the strength is the use.The intention is to force first, and the force is free to act, and the body and use are the same, and it is like a source of water, nourishing the body, mind and life.

This shows that Zhang Sanfeng is already combining the cultivation of spiritual power with inner martial arts.

Although Taijiquan has not been created yet, there is no doubt that Zhang Sanfeng has already embarked on the road of creating Taijiquan.

At this time, Feng Ji also noticed the method of spiritual power cultivation, and was trying to find a way to integrate the essence, energy and spirit, store them in the dantian, and form the innate energy.

"what--"

Suddenly, Feng Ji, who was in deep thought, suddenly heard a scream from outside the boat.

Immediately, he saw his boatman fall headfirst on the river.

He frowned suddenly, and immediately flashed his figure, rushed out of the cabin, and looked at the water.

But at some point, a navy appeared on the water.

At this time, the water army was rowing desperately, but the hull of the ship was broken, a large amount of river water poured in, the ship gradually tilted, and it seemed impossible to keep it.

Countless soldiers on the ship shouted and jumped into the water.

On the shore, a group of Mongolian Tartars held bows and arrows and kept shooting arrows, aiming at the soldiers on board.

His own boat was actually within range.

The boatman was unlucky and was shot by the arrow.

Feng Ji looked at the ship that was about to sink.

The flag with the word "Zhou" was actually erected on the boat.

His heart suddenly moved: "This is Zhou Ziwang's rebel army from Jiangxi? Strange, how did Zhou Ziwang's army arrive in Shuchuan?"

Confused in his heart, Feng Ji didn't hesitate too much, jumped up, grabbed the boatman who had been shot by the arrow, and lifted him up.

The boatman was shot in the shoulder by an arrow, but he was not dead.

At this time, the shock was still undecided, his face was pale, and he shouted: "Guest save me..."

Feng Ji said in a deep voice, "Hold on."

Immediately, he stretched out his hand, sealed the boatman's acupoint, pulled out the arrow for him, tore open the skirt of the boatman's clothes, and bandaged it up briefly.

Only then did he stand up and said: "Skin wounds, you stay well in the cabin, everything will be fine, I'll go and kill the Tartars."

Immediately, he jumped up suddenly, and with a light touch on his feet, the surface of the water immediately rippled.

Like a goshawk, he skimmed across the water lightly, then shot up again and flew towards the shore.

Feng Ji had obtained the method of lightness kung fu from the Wudang faction, and now his agility had reached [-] points, and his speed was no longer the same as when he was fighting with Yin Tianzheng.

Da da da……

After lightly stepping on the water a few times, he has crossed a distance of tens of meters, only a few meters away from the shore.

The Mongol Tartars had also spotted him a long time ago, and someone yelled and yelled.

The next moment, arrows shot towards Feng Ji one after another.

woo woo woo...

Terrible whistling sounds pierced the sky continuously, and the arrows hit like dense raindrops.

Feng Ji's face was expressionless, he was in the air, and he just blasted out of thin air!
boom!
A terrifying internal force erupted, driving the air to explode violently.

The huge palm force forms a small-scale air wave.

Whispering and blowing up the arrows in the air.

Some of the arrows were directly smashed by Feng Ji's palm and exploded!

In an instant, the rain of arrows cleared the sky, and Feng Ji had already landed on the shore.

At this moment, the second round of arrow rain came again.

However, Feng Ji stomped his feet in mid-air.

The internal force erupted for the second time, and in an instant, the body was several meters taller out of thin air!
The Wudang ladder is vertical!
This lightness skill is to use internal force to forcibly compress, and the moment the air is trampled on, it bursts out instantly, and with this force, it can climb high and fly.

Some techniques of compressing and exploding internal force are used in this, which is a method of exploding light work that other sects do not have.

It is also the Wudang School's unique lightness kung fu and agility.

Feng Ji got the Taiji scriptures from Zhang Sanfeng, which recorded some Wudang methods, among which is the method of Tiyun Zong.

However, Wudang disciples, using this method, can at most raise a few feet higher out of thin air, and will definitely not climb a few meters higher like Feng Ji.

It is true that Feng Ji's internal energy is tyrannical, and at the same time, his mental energy is strong, and the intensity of the compressed internal energy explosion is also amazing than that of ordinary Wudang disciples, so he naturally flies higher.

Now Feng Ji pulled up again out of thin air, and instantly dodged the flying arrows.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he was in the air, with luck in his palms, he slapped the ground violently!

"Iron Palm Art!"

Boom--!
There were two terrifying bangs, and his hands, as big as a millstone, slapped out violently.

The air below was instantly dented, and the powerful palm force squeezed the compressed air together in an instant.

The next moment it exploded with a bang, forming a huge roar of air waves.

The terrifying power directly blasted and killed six or seven Mongolian Tartars below.

However, the heads of several Mongolian Tatars were instantly exploded by the pressure of the air wave, blood was splashed everywhere, and their brains were cracked.

Boom!

Feng Ji fell to the ground with a bang, and the surrounding Mongol Tartars howled and slashed at Feng Ji with long spears and scimitars.

Feng Ji roared wildly, protecting his body with strong energy, and there was a huge reverberating sound.

All of a sudden, the hacked swords, guns, swords and sticks exploded.

All the Mongolian Tatars who shot were shocked by the internal force, and their arms shattered!
With Feng Ji's current skill, even the Shaolin faction Kongwen's palm force would break his arm, let alone these Mongolian Tartars?
Feng Ji let out a grin, and punched out with a punch. Above the punch, the air roared and exploded, forming a huge roaring air wave.

Immediately, the five or six people in front of them were directly pierced by the palm force, their chests were shattered and blood was vomited from their mouths.

At this moment, a Mongolian riding a fierce horse suddenly pulled the reins, and the fierce horse raised its front hooves high and trampled on Feng Ji's face.

Feng Ji turned his palms, his five fingers pinched into tiger claws, and grabbed the horse with his iron fingers.

Immediately, his arms suddenly exerted force and pulled to both sides!
puff-

In an instant, blood spurted out, and the horse let out a shocking howl.

He was torn apart alive by Feng Ji!
The Mongolian officer on horseback was terrified and couldn't believe it.

He yelled and screamed, kicked the horse's back, jumped off, and wanted to escape.

It's just that the person was still in the air, and Feng Ji punched him.

With a bang, the fist pierced through the man's waist in an instant.

With the explosion of Feng Jigang's energy, with a bang, it was torn apart and exploded into meat paste.

Feng Ji laughed wildly: "Bastard, don't even try to leave!"

I could only see his figure like lightning, criss-crossing among the Mongolian cavalry.

Grabbing a broken long spear casually, even without the tip, he pierced it with great force, and with a sudden thrust, he immediately inserted into the chests of several Mongolian soldiers.

Twist it lightly again, and suddenly there was a bang, and the corpse split open.

Immediately turned around and swept across, and immediately exploded with muffled noises.

There is a lot of bone cracking and howling sound mixed in.

In just a few breaths, more than half of the Mongolian soldiers on the shore had been killed.

The remaining Mongolian Tartars screamed and wailed in fright, and turned their heads and fled away.

Feng Ji did not catch up, but picked up the arrow on the ground.

He threw it out violently.

Immediately, the arrows whizzed through the air, and the sound of puffing came one after another.

The fleeing Mongolian soldiers fell to the ground and died like wheat.

In an instant, Feng Ji threw out four or five more arrows, and directly emptied all the Mongolian Tartars on the bank.

The only living creatures left were the horses.

However, the horses were also frightened by Feng Ji's horrific killing, and ran wildly on the bank.

Some even panicked and fell into the river.

Feng Ji laughed loudly, and with a flick of his arm, the blood and flesh on his body flew away.

He turned his head to look at the river again, but saw those rebels were thrashing about in the river.

Then he turned around and broke some trees casually, and threw them into the river.

Those drowning people immediately had a support point and hugged the trees one after another.

Many people drifted to the shore, supported each other, and climbed ashore.

Some people also lowered small boats from the collapsed ship and rescued people ashore in the water.

After a while, those who survived in the water also climbed up.

Among the group of people, a tall, strong, muscular man led two teenage boys, a man and a woman, over.

The man came to Feng Ji, without saying a word, he knelt down on one knee, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for saving me, Chang Yuchun kowtows to you!"

Feng Ji frowned, surprised, this person is Chang Yuchun?

He immediately helped the other party up and asked, "Which rebel army are you?"

"The villain is a subordinate of the king of Zhou in Jiangxi. My master was murdered by the Mongolian Tartars in Xinyang. Before he died, he ordered me to take the young master and the young lady away, but I didn't want... to be blocked by the Mongolian Tartars again. Fortunately, the heroes rescued me." , Haven't asked the hero's name?"

Chang Yuchun looked at Feng Ji with tears in his eyes and asked.

Feng Ji thought to himself that it was really a coincidence, he did not expect to meet Chang Yuchun here.

According to the original plot, Zhang Sanfeng will meet them in Hanshui.

All along the way, I met Chang Yuchun's army ahead of time.

He smiled immediately and said, "You don't need to call me a hero. My surname is Feng, and the single name is Ji. Just call me Brother Feng."

Hearing this, Chang Yuchun suddenly raised his head, his face full of surprise: "You...you are the head of the Ziwei Hall of Zhejiang Tianying Sect, the head of Feng Ji?"

Feng Ji was taken aback for a moment: "Do you recognize me?"

"Hahaha, how can this subordinate not know Hallmaster Feng's name?"

"When my lord rebelled in Yuanzhou, it was thanks to the support from the brothers of the Tianying Sect in Zhejiang. Although he was defeated later, he was able to escape from Jiangxi thanks to the rescue of the brothers of the Tianying Sect."

"I didn't expect to meet you here today, and I was saved by you again. Please be respected by Chang Yuchun again."

At that moment, Chang Yuchun bowed down and kowtowed again.

Feng Ji quickly helped him up and said, "No need to be like this, you are all heroes who fought against the captives, and everyone in the world will help you."

"Who are these two people beside you?"

"Ah, this is my young master Zhou Hang, this is my young lady"

The young man seemed a little afraid of life, he did not dare to look at Feng Ji with his head down.

On the contrary, the girl looked soft and weak, but she was very strong. She protected the boy and looked up at Feng Ji.

She is not very old, but she has a beautiful face and is a perfect beauty.

Feng Ji smiled and said, "What's your name?"

The girl said softly and weakly, "My surname is Zhou. My father said I was born in Zhijiang, Hunan, and named me Zhou Zhiruo."

Feng Ji was taken aback for a moment, suddenly a little surprised.

Zhou Zhiruo?
This girl is actually Zhou Zhiruo?
Strange, isn't Zhou Zhiruo the daughter of a boatman in Hanshui?
How did she become Zhou Ziwang's daughter?

Feng Ji's expression was strange, he didn't expect her to be among the rescued people this time?

At that moment Feng Ji looked at Chang Yuchun: "Is she Zhou Ziwang's daughter?"

"Exactly." Chang Yuchun nodded.

Feng Ji couldn't figure out what went wrong, so he looked at Zhou Zhiruo in a daze for a while.

Although Zhou Zhiruo is young, she also knows the difference between men and women.

Being looked at by Feng Ji like this, his face suddenly turned red.

Feng Ji came back to his senses, immediately looked away, and said, "Where are you going?"

"The villain wants to escort the young master to Grandmaster Peng Yingyu. With the young master here, the rebel army will still be there. As long as Master Peng ascends and shouts, the rebel army will come to vote."

Chang Yuchun expressed his thoughts.

Feng Ji nodded slightly: "That's fine, but the Mongols are chasing him closely right now. You must be careful not to reveal your identity. If you really have nowhere to go, you can go to the south of the Yangtze River and find my disciple of the Sky Eagle Sect."

As he spoke, he took out a token and said: "This is the token of my Ziwei Hall. If you take this token, the disciples of the Sky Eagle Sect will recognize each other."

Chang Yuchun quickly took the token, with a happy expression on his face: "Thank you, Master Feng."

Zhou Hang and that Zhou Zhiruo also quickly knelt down to thank him.

Feng Ji waved his hand, helped them up, and said: "I have other things to do this time, otherwise I will personally escort you."

Chang Yuchun was about to say something, when suddenly there was the sound of Mongols shouting and killing in the distance, and the sound of many horseshoes, there were so many people coming!
Feng Ji's expression sank immediately, and he said, "You guys go first, and I'll leave it for you to finish off."

Everyone hurriedly got up, and Chang Yuchun thanked him again and again, but Feng Ji urged him to board the boat.

The rest of the people dispersed and fled in different directions along the river bank to attract the attention of the enemy and protect Zhou Hang and others from escaping.

Feng Ji immediately stood on the bank with his sabre, facing the Mongol Tartars.

Chang Yuchun took the boat all the way to the east along the road that Feng Ji had come to.

He thought about Feng Ji's words in his heart, he should pay attention to concealing his identity, so he hired a boatman and asked Zhou Zhiruo and Zhou Hang to pretend to be the sons and daughters of the boatman and continue to flee for their lives on the river.

Passing through Hanzhong this day, I met the Mongolian Tartars who were chasing them.

He was outnumbered and was slapped, and his eyes immediately turned black.

The enemy shot an arrow and hit Zhou Hang all at once.

Zhou Hang was seriously injured immediately, Chang Yuchun yelled angrily, tried his best to protect the injured Zhou Hang, and Zhou Zhiruo fled by boat.

When they arrived in Hanshui four days later, they were once again overtaken by the Mongolian army.

Zhou Hang was killed by an arrow again, and Chang Yuchun was hit in the heart with a heart-destroying palm, and was immediately seriously injured.

The boatman was shot to death with an arrow, and only Zhou Zhiruo was left crying on the boat.

Seeing that Chang Yuchun was about to be killed, at this moment, an old man appeared with a pale young man.

The old Taoist shouted loudly: "Mongol Tartars, they are killing common people again!"

Chang Yuchun and the others were rescued as soon as he made a move.

This old man is none other than Zhang Sanfeng.

(End of this chapter)