Abyss Express

Chapter 642 Postscript ③·Life money

"Family, family!"

"After leaving Bodhisattva Valley, walk another six miles to Taiye County."

"Let's see if Master has enough money on him, right?"

After a few days, Xueming and others finished resting, and the two students set off on the road.

When he arrived at the gate of Bodhisattva Valley, Wu Xiuwen saw the clear sky and clear earth and the beautiful scenery. There was no one around and he started shouting loudly - after walking through Heifeng Ridge and Wanzhong Mountain, he no longer had a godfather to rely on. He was bright-eyed and no longer afraid or confused. .

"Master! Pay the money to buy your life!"

A dozen burly men emerged from the wilderness, all with ferocious looks and sinister faces. Wu Xiuwen was very clever and had long known the virtues of soldiers in the southeastern territory - these people were soldiers when they put on their official uniforms, and they were soldiers when they took off their official uniforms. bandit.

When you get around Taiye, people will naturally block the road and ask for life money from lone travelers.

At noon, when the sun is at its most scorching, these dozen or so people are riding tall horses, with official swords with golden seals on their waists - no need to look closely, the gilt iron seal on the scabbard reads "Shuntian Chengde" The eight characters in "Junshou Gaoming" refer to the officers and soldiers of Taiye County.

When you go out to do dirty work, you have to carry government weapons. This is also a kind of insurance - if the brothers are not smart and kick the iron plate, they can also take out the knife and present their military badges to prove their identity, so as not to lose their children. Life.

The fat old man at the head stood up, blocked the middle of the road, and shouted to Jiang Xueming.

"Where did this wild monk come from? He came to Taiye to beg for food?"

The young man who was following the fat old man immediately said, "This cassock is very beautiful. Maybe he is the protector monk of Lingguang Temple."

"Lingguang Temple?" The fat old man frowned and shouted loudly: "The two burden-bearing men have sly looks. You can tell at a glance that they are not good people! They must have colluded to rob the guardian monk's luggage! Brothers! Let's do justice for heaven. , kill this monk’s bald donkey, beat his cassock and give it to the eunuch! Isn’t that a great achievement?”

The young man still wanted to persuade him, but unfortunately the old man was obsessed with money and couldn't walk when he saw the cassock.

Except for a few birds chirping, no human voice came out of the Bodhisattva Valley. It was definitely these three people alone. The fat old man was riding a horse. He didn't want to ask questions and go through the process. He pulled out a big knife and sprinted towards the entrance of the valley.

Wu Xiuwen cursed: "Master! Are you confused!? You have to be sharp when taking out money! You have to be quick! The officials have already used the knife!"

The old man shouted: "Young man with a yellow mouth! Look at the knife!"

Jiang Xueming had not come to his senses at that time. He only knew that there were many rules in Sendai Mansion and the road was difficult to walk. He did not expect that on the road from Zhuzhou to Taiye, it would be difficult to move without bodyguards to clear the way.

At this moment, he was still thinking, how did Zhao Jianying and Guan Xiangxiang pass this level? This pair of desperate mandarin ducks had no money to buy their lives and fled in a hurry without even bringing the customs clearance documents. Before he could figure it out - the knife came.

The old man borrowed the power of his horse and watched the iron hooves rushing down the slope. There were galloping horses opening the way. The sun shone on the blade of the blade, and there was a clear cold light like running water.

Jiang Xueming was shocked in his heart. He finally woke up from the leisurely state of the past few days and could no longer hide his clumsiness. He quickly pushed Wu Xiuwen away, kicked Jianxiong's waist, squeezed the two students and quickly sent them elsewhere.

He accurately calculated the distance and saw clearly the powerful and heavy sword coming towards him, and he suddenly felt a murderous intent that was hard to resist.

The dozen or so cavalry officers and soldiers following the old man were about to clap their hands and ask for a favor.

The next second, they couldn't laugh anymore.

The monk escaped in time, stepped on the rocks and flipped into the air. The old man's sword missed, and he pulled the reins to catch up. When he reached the rocky beach at the mouth of the valley, he couldn't run fast, so he turned the horse's head and saw the black-robed monk coming quickly.

After breathing and darting around, the spirit horse also obeyed and protected its owner. It couldn't see the person behind its tail, and it immediately kicked its legs to hurt people - but when it kicked off, a strange "clicking" sound was heard.

The officers and soldiers could not see the spirit body and did not know what was happening.

Jianxiong asked his master to kick him to the side of the road, but he saw the iron-helmeted god general lightly punching and raising his arms, and then disabled one of the hind legs of the fierce horse.

No matter how good the horse is, it is timid. After suffering a broken bone, it walked wildly to the side of the road in fear. After taking only two steps, it fell over, taking the old man on its back with it.

The old man suffered a bloody head injury from the fall, crawled away from the horse, and lost his knife. He panicked and said: "This demon monk knows magic! Brothers! Help me! Come help me!"

Without waiting for his brothers to come to the rescue, Zhang Guiren picked up his sword and rushed up quickly——

"——Don't hurt my flag!" A sharp shout came from the cavalry.

The ten or so brothers held their horses and stopped. Only the young man who had just spurred his horse to catch up quickly rushed to the old man to save him. When he arrived in front of the black-robed monk, the young man was agile and drew his sword sharply to dismount. Smooth. Before Jiang Xueming could raise his knife to chop, he stepped in the middle.

Xueming took a closer look and saw that this man was only twenty-five or six years old. He had a pair of eagle eyes, ferocious facial features, broad and strong shoulders, and a bulging belly like that of a general, but he was extremely agile.

Hot white mist can be seen between breaths, and there is no sign of Vita brand or blood donation.

Jiang Xueming changed hands and walked to the left. The young man held a broadsword and guarded the center line. He was not familiar with left-handed fighting sword skills - perhaps because they were not taught in the military camp, he used his body as a shield and leaned to the left.

Jiang Xueming went further to the right, only four or five feet away.

The young man immediately became nervous and his face became ferocious. When he arrived at a familiar combat environment, his thoughts were written all over his face.

Jiang Xueming stopped approaching, and under the stalemate, he asked.

"Your commander-in-chief wanted to kill me, but he didn't even ask my name, so he immediately took action. What? I can't kill him?"

The young man responded: "Monk! Your cassock is valuable! The general asks you for money to buy his life. If you don't want to give it, he will get it himself - why not?"

Before Xueming could answer, Xiuwen, who was watching the excitement and not taking it too seriously, immediately started to get angry.

"Nonsense! This fat-headed and uneducated bandit! Did he give us a chance to speak? You have to make some moves to pay, right?!"

Wu Xiuwen rolled out of the mud with a roar, packed his luggage, and wanted to get rid of all the anger in his stomach.

"Let's see! It's your boss who is deceived by lard. The tiled roof of his house is leaking, the sky is covered with sores, the mother-in-law has stolen someone, and the son's balls have grown golden hair! Are you going to kill people when you leave the city? You You still want to protect him? Is he your father?!"

The old man was weak. He fell off the horse and fainted from the pain. Hearing Wu Xiuwen's curse, he blushed again. After thinking for a long time, he could only scream.

"Sixth Son! Kill this crooked iron rooster first! Don't bother me! I will fight with this monster monk!"

When the young man heard the general flag's angry words, he had no intention of giving way, nor did he bother Wu Xiuwen -

——His name is Liuzi. His parents are dead. The general flag took him to the military camp to serve as a soldier for the prefect. He regards the general flag as his father, so naturally he wants to save his old father's life.

"What? You look down on me?" The old man saw that Liu Zi was disobedient and his face was burning. He also caught a glimpse of the brothers in the barracks whispering in the distance and not intending to come to the rescue. So he became even more angry, pointed at Wu Xiuwen and shouted: "I Do you want me to help?! Go! Go chop off his head! I instigated him to drink his brains! Damn it!"

With just these few curse words, Xiu Wen was filled with hatred.

Jiang Xueming was not interested in this old man, but was very interested in Liuzi——

——Because this young man is awesome.

In just a few steps, with his wingspan, body, and weapons, without using his psychic powers, if he wanted to break through Liuzi's defense and take the old man's life from the left, he would definitely not be able to escape intact.

Judging from Liuzi's arm span of more than 190 centimeters and defensive posture, judging from the elemental structure - this kid's concentration and concentration are very good, a little stronger than the Zhao brothers.

If Zhao Jianying kills a bear, he still relies on a little bit of luck and a little bit of bravery to protect his relatives.

If Liu Zi encountered such a huge beast, he would probably not need to suffer any injuries if he held something in his hands and used his brain - he had a thick callus like a tumor on his thumb, which was caused by years of horseback riding and archery. people.

Jiang Xueming changed his posture and raised his sword to his eyebrows, a standard beheading move.

"You won't get out of the way?"

At this moment, Liuzi felt even more pressure, and a layer of frost had already formed on the shining iron sword——

——The murderous aura that hit him made him lose heart, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

"I know that the general banner is unreasonable, but it is a dilemma between loyalty and filial piety when you help relatives but not help. Monk, if you have the ability to take my life, just come and try. If you lose, you must be willing to admit defeat. If you win, , I also repaid the kindness of upbringing and forged a kinship debt. It will be wiped off from now on."

As soon as he said these words, Liu Zi had already admitted defeat in his heart.

The will to fight collapsed in an instant. He felt that the person confronting him was not a martial artist, not a warrior coming out of the Shura field, but a demon slowly wading slowly and leisurely in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Just now he had the courage to distance himself between a dilemma and a dilemma, but at this moment, he actually thought about his own death.

Perhaps he was struck in the neck with a knife. The knife could penetrate into the heart and lungs and cut off five or six bones together.

Perhaps his head was split in two, and he would be defeated and die if he couldn't fight for two or three rounds.

Perhaps the monk's physical skills were playing tricks on him. If he wanted to protect the banner, he must not take big steps. This point alone makes it impossible to win a fight. Without the advantage of speed, everything is useless.

After knowing this, Liu Zi still did not flinch.

"Then let me give it a try?" Jiang Xueming changed his hands to hold the sword with both hands, keeping his center of gravity, but stood upright, with no intention of lowering his body to adjust his body.

It felt so weird that Liuzi couldn't understand it. He had never seen such an offensive situation before.

Taiye County was a large garrison city for the imperial court's frontier troops. Beyond the checkpoint was the Central Plains. There were also many rogue bandits who came to seek refuge and beg for food. They sought a living from the county guard, worked as retainers and served as generals, and used their martial arts skills to train frontier officers and generals.

In such a mixed place, it is easiest to see weird kung fu and strange moves. However, Liu Zi has studied martial arts for so many years, met so many people, and followed more than a dozen instructors, but he has never seen such weird martial arts.

Just talking about the posture of holding weapons, no matter how strange it is, it must use the strength of the lower body and borrow the strength of all the muscles and veins from the earth. It is to let the muscles glow with strength and convey the strength of the legs to the upper body.

The demon monk stood so straight, like a completely loose bowstring. He really wanted to fight. Does he have the strength?

Liu Zi is still thinking——

——You gave up the first round? Did you just hand it over to others and lose the opportunity?

This was not because Xueming was careless and underestimated the enemy, but because of the sword-holding posture of the Mauryan King Andrey Anfu in the Pankrasin Palace.

When the spine is fully erect, the human body will lose part of the strength of the lower body and the center of gravity will be raised. At first, Xueming could not understand the mystery of this posture. It was not until after the fight that Fengfang Huanmeng was chopped to the point of losing her mental balance and breaking her guard - Xueming Only then did I understand a little bit how bold and courageous it is to stand up straight when fighting for your life.

The Mauryan King will not die, so of course it does not need to care about what happens after its defeat.

The closest big brother is Beowulf. These two masters of swords communicate with each other all year round, and their research on Pankrasin's tactics has reached a superb level.

The last time she had a decisive battle with Zhuzhu, Xueming was in the same posture. He stood up straight and raised his chin. Zhuzhu mistakenly thought it was a provocation - because Xueming's steps were too short and he didn't intend to run away in a big stride. It's the ants that are challenging humans.

The details will be put aside for now. Since Liuzi can't understand it, they will wait for the demon monk to make his move.

The moment the sun passed over his head, the sunlight shone through Xueming's blade and shone into Liuzi's eyes.

His face turned to one side to avoid the bright light.

The next second, he rolled to the ground and the weapon in his hand disappeared.

The pain came a little late, and he was hit as if a big gong had hit his heart, and his head was buzzing.

When he came back to his senses, he was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. He collapsed on Zong Qi's body, his butt pressed against his adoptive father's head, unable to move.

He wanted to get up, but he couldn't get up when he heard Zong Qi whimpering and crying in pain.

Standing upright unsteadily, I felt a sharp pain in my heart. It was the dull feeling of cracked bones and blood accumulation. It was an indescribable suffering.

Looking at the bandit's outfit again, there was a horizontal stripe on the cloth, and the exposed skin on the chest had blossomed and turned into flesh. Only then did he realize that he had been slashed with the back of a knife.

Look at the demon monk again. He picked up his weapon early and squatted beside the general banner, tilting his head to look at Liu Zi.

"You died once."

The six sons were shocked beyond words, their eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. There were three more ghosts of the demon monk, and it took a while for them to merge into one figure.

Looking further in the direction of Taiye, the brothers in the barracks who were accompanying him took out their whips and galloped towards the city - obviously they were frightened.

This is Pankrasin of Maurya. This high position is very confusing. It does not seem to have much mobility, but its explosive power is very strong.

If I insist on a scientific truth, Xueming has always believed that core strength is the most important thing in his previous studies and practice. As long as the air column of the thoracoabdominal and diaphragmatic muscles is still there, no matter what posture he is in, he will be injured or on the verge of injury. Even if he dies, the extra strength method used by this weightlifter can continue to maintain his will to fight.

Sometimes it is just one breath that escapes, and the warrior who is fighting for his life loses his courage.

The Mauryan King not only taught Xueming how to hide his aura and make his spiritual pressure harmless, but this top swordsman, the birdman, also studied the cardiopulmonary system far more than that.

When Xueming straightened up, the Dantian Qi sea in traditional martial arts and the force Qi column in the strongman's weightlifting exercise also became unobstructed. The action of completely opening the chest is like a bird spreading its wings, and it is also a standard lifting action of opening the shoulders and straightening the back.

This incredible mobility comes from the change in the center of gravity of the body. When the human body falls forward, it will always find a way to keep the center of gravity in the belly to prevent the head from falling - no matter how exaggerated the running movement is, it must be maintained continuously The center of gravity of the left and right legs of the body and the midline.

But for Maurya, its way of movement is more like "staggering and running wildly". This expert swordsman always lets the weapon carry it away, rather than transferring the power of the sword from the ground to the ground in a regular manner. moment.

If it's hard to understand, you can think of it as a person who is about to fall, trying hard to keep running forward, but unable to stop - until the unlucky guy ran about fifty meters, he barely managed to find his way. Return to your center of gravity, or simply fall over completely.

In the process, Xueming made an incredible discovery - Maurya's fighting method is more labor-saving, more efficient and more deadly.

If wrestling jiu-jitsu is the pinnacle of floor skills, it is because both parties in the fight need to overcome their weight.

Then Maurya's Pankrasin uses his body weight to fight while standing, turning all his body weight into a part of Pankrasin (all power).

After Zhuzhu died, she did not understand why Zhang Guiren could suddenly enter the state of attacking and assassinating from a high position. Her adopted son also died from this weird movement technique.

Now it is the turn of the Sixth Son to accept this test. The reflex nerves of ordinary people simply cannot catch up with this kind of fighting technique that goes against common sense. Just imagine, if a duel partner suddenly dives towards you in a fallen posture, it is almost impossible. Anticipated, unstoppable.

If the distance is enough, you might be able to see something strange.

He neither stepped forward nor spread his legs to jump and kill. Instead, he suddenly fell to the ground, and then used all his muscles and body weight to make an extremely powerful explosion. It was faster than a leap without having to overcome the take-off. The natural gravity did not leave any defensive position.

The old man didn't understand this martial arts, so he knew he had stepped on a nail, so he quickly took out his soldier's badge from his pocket and reported the location of the barracks.

"Immortal! Immortal, don't kill me! I am"

Before the old man could finish speaking, Jiang Xueming stepped on Liu Zi's shoulder and kicked the filial son away who was in the way.

Then he raised the knife and dropped it——

——Pfft!

The soldier's badge flew up with the old man's head. The commander-in-chief was killed on the spot and reported to Gongdelin.

Liuzi's face turned pale with fright. He had seen blood, but not his adoptive father's blood, nor the blood of his relatives and friends. Only criminals were punished, travelers bowed their heads and suffered, and innocent and helpless people shed blood and shed tears—— Where will it be the general flag's turn to die?

He is filial at heart and will help and protect anyone who treats him well. Finally I saw that my adoptive father was also dead. Suddenly I woke up - it turned out that the weapon card was not a life-protecting talisman, and it could not save my life at this moment.

The six sons still wanted to continue fighting, and when their minds got hot, they wanted to avenge their father's murder.

"You have died once." Jiang Xueming's face was stained with blood, but his black cassock was not. The dragon turned from gold to red and became festive, "You want to do it again? This time I don't have to chop you with the back of my knife. .”

The six sons did not dare to speak, nor did they dare to run away. Without weapons in their hands, they did not dare to step forward to fight.

Jiang Xueming held two knives, pointed at the headless corpse, and said coldly with a raised eyebrow.

"If he wants to ask more questions or ask for money, I will treat him as a beggar - it's just a guide and five silver dollars. It won't be a problem to ask for more."

"But you, this wicked old man, couldn't help but kill me - if you think about it, he has already killed many people and robbed many people."

"You wear the skin of a gangster and come to smash, loot, and burn people's lives, just to get rich."

Xueming shrugged, threw the sword aside, and asked Jianxiong to pick it up and put it away.

"It's understandable, it's all understandable."

"But when he was about to die, he wanted to take off his skin and change into official uniform to scare me."

“This is not right”

"People must be polite. Since you are prepared and don't behave like a person, you must pay attention to a beginning and an end."

"If he wants to be a bandit, I will let him be a bandit for the rest of his life - Liuzi, are you the son of a bandit?"

The sixth son was red-eyed. Naturally, he didn't want to be the son of a bandit, but his father's fate was as strong as a mountain. How could he get the idea in a short while? They are all swimming fish in a chaotic world, and they can only drift with the tide. How many years has modern civilization evolved? If their father was involved in pornography, gambling, drug abuse, and other evils, how many children would have the courage to turn against him until there was a catastrophe involving life and death? To turn against each other?

"Monk, you killed my foster father. This hatred is irreconcilable!" The six sons gritted their teeth, but did not dare to take action. His blood was exhausted and his face turned pale. After receiving a blow from the back of the knife, his spine was crooked and his blood vessels were blocked. His body suddenly fell over. He was so angry that he fainted.

Jiang Xueming called Wu Xiuwen to help.

"I'll go find some wood, make a stretcher, and carry him away."

Wu Xiuwen: "Ah? Why did you leave him alive?"

"He is a soldier, can I kill him?" Jiang Xueming said in surprise: "Do you have the guts to kill a soldier? Do you want to go against the prefect? ​​You bully a soldier because you don't give your parents official face, and killing a soldier means you are rebelling. "

Wu Xiuwen couldn't hear the strange meaning of his master: "Yes, yes, yes, his adoptive father is a bandit, but he is not."

Jianxiong held two knives in his arms and asked anxiously: "Master! I have no hands! The luggage is on my shoulders. I can't carry this weapon. I have to take it with me when I enter the city. What should I do?"

"Come with me to the wild forest. I'll set up a platform to refine weapons and make something new for you to play with." Jiang Xueming started rubbing his gun.

"Okay!" Jian Xiong responded first and then asked: "Master, the sword technique you just used is not taught in knight combat skills. Where can I learn it?"

Jiang Xueming patted Jianxiong's wooden head.

"I'm right here! Stupid!"

Besides, in Taiye County, two miserable people walked out from Xiangxiang Puzi Street.

It was Jianying and Xiangxiang who arrived in the big city early.

"I heard from the beginning that the name of this shop is auspicious, and it is the same as my flower name." Xiangxiang helped Jianying rush to the alley, looking anxious and worried: "How could such a disaster happen?"

Looking at Jianying again, we have only been apart for half a month. He was originally a strong and muscular farmer, but now he has sunken cheeks and is almost turning into a skinny walking corpse.

It's not that Miss Xiangxiang sucked Jianying's vitality, there is another theory.

As early as ten days ago, Jianying, a dog-brained person who did not recognize the official way, took Xiangxiang around the Bodhisattva Valley and took a long circle through the mountains and forests at night. When he entered from the north of the city, he met a kindhearted person from the Yin Yang Qian Kun Temple sect. money.

They had originally planned to get married and settle down after entering the city.

There was no way to lead. According to the laws of Daxia, the two of them had to follow the treatment method of illegal immigrants. They were first sent to an official's house to work as a slave for half a year, and then asked the official's family to write a complaint and inform the local parents of the specific conditions of the official's labor reform. Some kind-hearted people If the rich people say it is past, it will be past.

If he meets a ruthless old capitalist, he might write some evil words in the complaint, and he will not be able to shake off his identity for a year or so.

Zhao Jianying and Xiangxiang couldn't escape this test. When reviewing the customs clearance documents, they didn't want to try their luck, so they came to Yin Yang Qiankun Temple to look for "kindness money"——

——Jianying followed the little Taoist boy into the temple. Xiangxiang didn't know what spell her husband had recited. When she came out, she held more than 300 silver coins, all tied tightly with red thread and paperwork.

She couldn't read, she just knew that she was happy now that she was rich and no longer had to be a slave.

But the money followed Jianying back to the Xiangxiang shop and the two people's rented house. After finishing the furniture and preparing for the wedding, Jianying became ill.

The strange things didn't stop there. During the seven or eight days when Jianying fell ill, devotees from the Yin-Yang Qiankun Temple came to visit him. They gave him cattle, sheep, chickens and ducks needed for the wedding, as well as a phoenix and a crown of clouds and a three-gold gift. It seemed that Jianying was in the temple. Everything was explained clearly, and the arrangements were made clearly. They also called the matchmaker from the Xiangxiang Shop to find two respected old people in the neighborhood to recognize each other and help solemnize the marriage.

The sun was shining today, and Jianying finally gained some strength. Xiangxiang will take him out for medical treatment soon.

When he reached the street, Jianying spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Xiangxiang screamed in fright and quickly asked: "Husband, you..."

"I'm in the temple. In the temple." Zhao Jianying said with a bitter smile: "Take me the money to buy my life. You take me to see a doctor. It's useless."