In the Land of Jin, undulating mountains and valleys spread out one after another. It was already night, and the sky above the hills was filled with stars. Next to a big rock on the hill, a bonfire was burning, and the mountain rats on the firewood were being roasted by the flames.
In a small iron pot on the side, the meat soup with some rat meat had already been cooked. Two figures, one big and one small, were sitting next to the bonfire. The small figure poured a bowl of broken and hard steamed buns into the pot of soup.
After a while, the small figure used a small knife to cut the rat meat, and then poured two bowls of broth with the steamed buns. Then, he brought the bigger bowl of broth and the bigger half of the rat meat to the fat figure who was as fat as Maitreya.
"Master, it's time to eat."
"Yes." The mountain-like figure nodded and took the soup bowl. Then, he put the rat meat in front of the child. "The old teacher said that the poor study and the rich learn martial arts. If you want to learn martial arts, you must come from a rich family, or you won't have the strength to use your fists. You're still growing, so eat more meat. "
"But … Master also needs strength. Master is so fat …"
"When Master left, he ate all the food alone."
"Ate all the food alone …"
"I sneaked away during the day and ate a lot of food where you couldn't see me. You don't know about these things. "
The fat figure picked up the soup bowl and took a sip as he spoke. The child next to him was obviously confused. He held the bowl and said, "… Master lied to me, didn't he?"
"Do you think Master won't eat behind your back?"
"Uh …"
Although the child was still young, he had been through many hardships. There were many cuts on his face, and even hard skin. At this moment, he didn't seem to be blushing much. The fat figure patted his head.
"Over the past few days, although you've made some progress in fighting against your enemies, you're still too soft-hearted. The children you saved the day before yesterday were obviously tricking you for food. You even excitedly looked for food for them. Later on, they recognized you as their leader because they wanted to rely on you to feed them. Later, when you said you were leaving, they secretly plotted to steal your things. If I hadn't come over in the middle of the night, they might have smashed your skull with a stone … You're too kind, so you'll suffer in the end."
"… But Master isn't them."
The child muttered something under his breath.
"What's the difference between me and them? Pingan, look at your teacher's fat body. Could it be that I ate dirt? "The world is in chaos, and it's going to get even more chaotic. When we can't hold on any longer, let alone master and disciple, even father and son might eat each other. In this past year, you've seen all sorts of things. Master won't eat you, but from now on, don't be naive to anyone you meet. First, treat the hearts of people as evil, or you'll suffer greatly."
"Oh."
The child stuffed his mouth with a bowl of soup and gulped it down. His face was slightly aggrieved, but after spending the past two years in the Purgatory of Jin Land, this kind of grievance was not a big deal.
After eating, the master and disciple walked around the big rock on the hill in circles. As they walked, they began to practice boxing. At first, it seemed comfortable, but after the warm-up, the boxing stance gradually opened up, and the punches on the hands became dangerous. The huge figure's hands were like millstones, and his feet were like plows. His body was like a dangerous vortex as he moved forward and forward. In the middle of this, there was the idea of Tai Chi circular force exertion, and also the comprehension of the fat figure's life. It was already the world's top Kung Fu.
Although the child behind did not have such power when pushing forward, the boxing stance in his hands was like stirring the water of a big river. It seemed slow but was actually fast, seemed slow but was actually heavy. His every movement also had the aura of a famous teacher and a great disciple. Laying the foundation of Internal Kung Fu required the use of martial arts to fine-tune the flow of the whole body's Qi and blood. The most important thing was before the age of ten. The foundation of the child in front of him was actually close to completion. In the future, when he was in the prime of his youth, there wouldn't be too many problems with his martial arts skills.
However, the fat figure named Lin Zongwu had placed more expectations on the child than just being unrivaled in the world. After the boxing routine was finished, there was actual combat. The child held a long knife and pounced on the fat master. Under Lin Zongwu's continuous correction and provocation, the killing became more and more fierce.
"I've taught you for so long? Just this bit of martial arts … "
"Think about how the Three Butchers of Jiangbei humiliated you in April! They killed the person you wanted to save and forced you to eat sh * t! I'm just beside you, I'm too lazy to help … "
"I'm not a good person either! If there's really nothing to eat, you'll be used as a snack in my teeth. Knife, knife, knife … This knife is not bad. Look, you're aiming for my neck … "
"You're not a good person either …"
The shouting and fighting gradually became angry. The child named Ping 'an had killed many people in the past two years. Some of them were forced, some of them were deliberately killed. Once he was really angry, his eyes were filled with red viciousness. He shouted and rushed towards the master in front of him, each knife aimed at the other's vital parts.
Lin Zongwu laughed out loud, "That's right! In a battle of life and death, there's no need to hold back! Think about the anger in your heart! Think about the bastards you've seen! I've told you long ago that my martial arts are driven by the seven emotions and six desires. The stronger the desire, the more powerful my martial arts! Come on, come on, everyone is filthy! I can kill anyone! I'll guide the Wisdom King's Karmic Fire to burn the world to obtain peace … "
Strong winds howled. Lin Zongwu was too far away from his disciple, so no matter how angry Ping 'an was, he was naturally unable to harm him. After this exchange, the child was panting heavily, almost completely exhausted. Lin Zongwu got him to sit down and used the Manichaeism's Wisdom King Descent Scripture to help him stabilize his state of mind. Not long later, the child sat cross-legged and began to rest. Lin Zongwu also sat cross-legged beside him and began to rest.
Under the illumination of the stars, the night gradually darkened. A snake slithered over from the side, but Lin Zongwu silently pinched it to death and placed it to the side. After midnight, the giant figure suddenly stood up and silently left into the distance.
Wang Nantuo rode his horse to the appointed spot halfway up the mountain and saw Lin Zongwu's figure slowly appear on the rocky hill. Without much movement, he came down like flowing water.
"Congratulations, Senior Brother. It's been a long time. Your martial arts have improved again."
Lin Zongwu's gaze swept across Wang Nantuo's body and he smiled, "I'm old and have old fighting techniques, so there's no need to talk about improvement. However, I've been teaching the child recently. Seeing that he's young and weak, I've put myself in his shoes and gained some insights. Junior Brother, why don't you give it a try? "
"I'm also old, and the desire to pick up some things from the beginning has faded. Let's just leave it at that." Wang Nantuo's long hair was half white. Ever since Lin Chong crippled his arm and nearly stabbed him to death that night, his martial arts had been mostly crippled and he no longer had the desire to pick it up again. Maybe it was because he had experienced the chaos in the world and realized that there was a limit to one's strength, so he became disheartened.
However, on the surface, as Lin Zongwu focused his attention on finding a successor, Wang Nantuo continued to take care of the superficial matters of the Great Radiant Cult in the Great Radiant Empire. Every once in a while, the two of them would meet and exchange information.
"Senior Brother, you're already clear about the Wu Dynasty, right?"
"Yes." Lin Zongwu nodded and sighed. "It's too late for Zhou Yong to abdicate. Jiangning is a land of death, and the new emperor will probably die for his country. The Wu Dynasty is gone, and the Female Enlightened Master is sending the army of the entire country to the southwest. Demon Ning will also find it hard to handle the situation on his own. "The Wu Dynasty is going to lose everything in the end."
Although he was sighing, his tone was still calm. Some things had really happened, and it was hard to accept. However, over the years, many clues had been laid out before their eyes. Ever since Lin Zongwu gave up on the Manichaeism and focused on teaching disciples, he had actually been waiting for these days to come.
The world had fallen. After struggling for a long time, everyone was still powerless to reverse the situation.
"That Demon Ning's reply to Xi Yin was quite unyielding."
"Ning Liheng … His reply to everyone was very unyielding. Even those who looked down on him couldn't help but admit that he killed the emperor in the Golden Palace and was an outstanding talent of his generation. It's a pity that the Wu Dynasty has fallen. Back then, he faced an army of a million at the Little Cang River and had to flee to the southwest in the end, struggling at death's door. Now that the world is settled, and the Female Enlightened Master doesn't see the Han as humans, there are already over two million standing troops in Jiangnan. In addition to the Female Enlightened Master's driving and plundering, she can send a million, three million, five million … or even ten million people to the southwest. I don't think it's a pity for them … "
At this point, he sighed. "Tell me, how can the southwest hold on? It's no longer the Little Cang River period. The whole world is against him, and he has nowhere to hide. "
Wang Nantuo was silent for a moment, then sighed. "… But recently, the one with the surname Lou has mobilized his believers to counterattack Gai Province. She informed me, so I came to discuss it with you, Senior Brother."
"Descending Mystic Fairy …" Lin Zongwu nodded. "Let her be. The Wu Dynasty is about to fall, and no one knows when the Female Enlightened Master will return. When that time comes, it will be a disaster. I think she's anxious too … It's no use. Junior Brother, I don't know much about military affairs, so it's been hard on you. There's no need to hold her responsible for this matter, just let her be … "
The world was in chaos, and Lin Zongwu had taken action a few times, wanting to obtain something, but he had failed at the last moment. At this moment, he was disheartened, and Wang Nantuo could tell. In reality, in the early years, Lin Zongwu had wanted to join forces with Lou Shuwan's power and create a Descending Mystic Fairy. Not long after, the faction of the Descending Mystic Fairy and the faction of the Wisdom King in the Great Radiant Cult showed signs of being on equal footing with each other. At this point, Lou Shuwan was known as the Mystic Fairy among the believers, and she was also known as a virtuous lady among the people. The faction of the Wisdom King had basically submitted to the command of the Mystic Fairy.
In the current Jin Dynasty, even if Lin Zongwu didn't allow it, if Lou Shuwan wanted to force her way in, there was nothing he could do other than forcefully assassinate her. Even if he wanted to assassinate Lou Shuwan, the Dragon King Shi Jin who was with her wasn't someone Lin Zongwu could kill just because he wanted to.
After walking in the mountains for a while, Wang Nantuo asked, "How's that Martial Nephew Pingan doing recently?"
"He has talent and perseverance, but his temperament is still lacking. The world is so dangerous now, and he trusts too many people."
"He's still a child after all."
"Yeah, he'll get better slowly." Lin Zongwu smiled. "Also, he's always wanted to go back to look for his father."
"Didn't he go back to Province Vaud to look for him when you saved him?"
"He didn't find him after all. He's been practicing martial arts recently, and he wants to find his way back."
"Province Vaud is in a mess …"
"That's why it's a good thing. When the heavens are about to place a great responsibility on a person, they will first tire out their muscles and bones, starve their skin, and empty their bodies … I won't stop him. I'll let him be." Lin Zongwu stood at the waist of the mountain and sucked in a breath. "Look at the stars in the sky right now. In a few years, they'll all be gone. At that time … you and I might not be around anymore. It'll be a new world, a new dynasty … Only he will survive in this new chaotic world, and he'll live a beautiful life. As for those who are like ants trying to stop a chariot in front of the general trend of the world, they'll eventually be slowly crushed by the general trend … Three hundred years of light, three hundred years of darkness. The Wu dynasty has ruled the world for too long, and it's time for this chaotic world to replace them …"
Wang Nantuo was so bitter that he couldn't say anything.
Lin Zongwu sighed.
"In the past, there was the Anshi Rebellion and the Five Barbarians Rebellion … This chaotic era of the Han people might just have started …"
*****
It was the same night in Northwest Province, and the wind was blowing ominously through the plains.
Occasionally, flames would light up, and there would be screams of pain and the neighing of horses. Under the night sky, the Mongolian army's flag and horses were sweeping across the land.
Located on a stone ridge on the north bank of the Yellow River, Prefecture City, which was easy to defend and hard to attack, was currently engulfed in specks of fire.
That night, the fighting had ended, but the massacre had yet to cease. On the plaza of the Zhe Residence, which was located high up in Prefecture City, the blood of the Zhe Family's Western Army flowed like a river. Their heads were piled up into a statue, and Zhe Ke Qiu, who was half covered in blood, was tied to a pillar in front of the plaza. Beside him, the heads of the Zhe Family members and disciples were scattered on the ground.
Someone was laughing loudly in the night wind. "… Zhe Ke Qiu, to think that this day would come for you! You betrayed the Wu dynasty, you betrayed the northwest! You didn't expect it, did you? Today, you'll have a taste of this … "
The mournful cries of the Zhe Family's women could still be heard from not far away. The person who was laughing at Zhe Ke Qiu was the middle-aged man on the plaza. He grabbed a head on the ground and kicked it toward Zhe Ke Qiu's face. Zhe Ke Qiu's mouth was filled with blood, and he growled as he struggled on the pillar, but of course, it was to no avail.
"… Look at your youngest son's head! Very good, haha … My son's head was also chopped off by the Female Zhenren like this! You traitor! Bastard! Bastard! Now, the Wu dynasty is also going to fall! You can't escape! Your Zhe Family can't escape! Look at me! You want to kill me? You want to bite me to death? I feel exactly the same as you! You traitor, you old bastard … "
The middle-aged man's roar was carried by the wind, and he was so excited that he was almost insane.
After the humiliation of Jingping, Zhong Shidao and Zhong Shizhong both died on the road to resist the Jin. Zhou Yong succeeded the throne and moved south, abandoning the central plains. The Zhe Family's will to resist the Jin had never been strong. Later on, during the battle of Little Cang River, the Female Zhenren came in a menacing manner, and the fake Qi also sent out millions of troops. Thus, the Zhe Family officially surrendered to the Jin.
When the war in the northwest was over, the Huaxia army and the remaining forces of the northwest Zhong Family brought a portion of the common people and left the northwest. The Female Zhenren took out her anger and massacred the entire northwest.
The Female Zhenren lost two founding generals in the northwest, and the Zhe Family did not dare to touch this bad luck. They withdrew their forces to the original three continents, Lin, Fu, and Feng, and only sought to protect themselves. When most of the common people in the northwest had died, the corpse plague broke out, and even these three continents were affected. After that, the remaining common people in the northwest fell under the Zhe Family's banner.
Some people rejoiced that they had survived that calamity, but naturally, there were also people who harbored resentment — and now that the Female Zhenren and the Huaxia army had left, this resentment naturally fell on the Zhe Family.
In the past few years of prosperity in the northwest, there had always been resistance in the dark. Having lost the legitimacy of the Wu Dynasty, and having shrunk away when the northwest suffered a great tragedy, the usually brave men of the northwest were actually not that convinced of the Zhe Family. At the end of the sixth month of this year, the mighty cavalry leaped out from the direction of Mount Heng. Although the Western Army had put up some resistance, and the enemy could only loiter outside the cities of the three provinces, by the ninth month, someone finally contacted the invaders outside. In coordination with the enemy's attack, they launched an attack and opened the prefectural city gates.
The leader of the resistance was a middle-aged man named Chen Shiqun. He was originally an official of the Wu Dynasty in the northwest. His family had been massacred when the Female Zhenren swept through the northwest. Later, the Zhe Family surrendered, and the resistance he led was like a curse, following the enemy all the time. At this time, this curse finally exploded in front of Zhe Ke Qiu.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH … AHHHHHHHH …"
Zhe Ke Qiu struggled and shouted loudly. It was hard to tell if his voice was a roar or a bitter laugh. The two of them were still shouting and confronting each other. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, followed by a total of five cannon shots. At the edge of the square, someone had lit up the cannons and sent the shells flying in the direction of the residences in the city.
The wind was fierce and the fire was fierce. Amidst the explosions, at the edge of the square, the Conqueror spread out his arms, laughing as he enjoyed the loud explosions. His flag fluttered in the night, and a strange Mongolian voice spread out.
"Even with such a weapon, you still lost. All of you — deserve to die!"
Mongolia, Thirteen Wings.
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