Hearing that Lan Ling'er was leaving, Zhu Yu, Kong Yuan, Kong Ying, who were practicing swordsmanship in the backyard, and Kong Xi, who was meditating and practicing at Bodhidharma Courtyard, all gathered in front of the monastery where Lan Ling'er lived, while Kong Ling came from the door of Bodhidharma Courtyard. He retracted his head and hid somewhere.
"Brothers, practice your martial arts well. I will come back to see you often." Lan Ling'er carried a robe and walked out of the Zen room. She said goodbye to Kong Yuan, Kong Ying and Kong Xi, and then said to Zhu Yu: "Junior Brother Zhu, what are you doing to Kong Ling?" Senior brother, tell me, practice martial arts well, if your kung fu is not good, my father will not let him go to Tianlong Mountain."
Zhu Yu was a little surprised by the meaning of Lan Ling'er's words, but he said calmly: "Ling'er, don't worry, I will definitely tell him not to be sad and practice martial arts well."
Everyone reluctantly sent Lan Ling'er to the mountain gate. Lan Ling'er waved goodbye to everyone, turned around and quickly chased after her father and Sima Zhen who were walking in front.
Looking at Lan Ling'er's retreating back, Zhu Yu suddenly felt a sense of loss. In the past few years, Lan Ling'er had brought him happiness that could not be replaced by others. But now, we are far apart. We say goodbye, but we don't know how long it will take to wait. When can we see it?
Morning classes, meditation, lunch, sword practice...! The days of Shaosi's martial arts training were boring, but the boring days passed quickly. Before he knew it, Lan Ling'er had been gone for two full years, and Zhu Yu was already fifteen years old.
In the past two years, Zhu Yu's martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds, and his Shaolin swordsmanship has become superb. His Nianhua fingering technique is also outstanding among several senior brothers. In several assessments, he can compete with his uncles in their thirties and forties. Of course, in order not to cause misunderstanding, his powerful Vajra Palm was never shown to others, so that he himself did not know how powerful his palm was.
For some reason, Master Kongkong seemed to have gone out for two years and never came back. Zhu Yu went to the Bodhidharma Cave where Master Kongkong lived many times to look for him, but he never saw the master. He asked Master Kongxin, and Master Kongxin also said that these days I haven’t seen Master Kong Kong in years.
Qingli's uncle Zhu Yu had met him a few times, but it was always on duty to deliver meals, because the temple did not allow him to talk to him, so every time, Zhu Yu just secretly asked briefly about the heart of the powerful Vajra Palm that he did not understand. Fa left in a hurry.
It was another spring day, and Master Kong Xin asked Zhu Yu, Kong Yuan, Kong Ying, Kong Ling, and Kong Xi to practice swordsmanship in the backyard. The five practiced swordsmanship for a while, and then sat under a flower tree to rest.
"I wonder how Lan Ling'er is doing now? She must have grown taller and more beautiful!" Kong Xi said lightly, looking at the distant blue sky.
"She won't forget us. She hasn't come to see us for two years. I think she is very interested in Senior Brother Kong Ling. If she doesn't look at us, she should look at Senior Brother Kong Ling!" Kong Yuan smiled.
At this time, Kong Ling had grown into a handsome man over seven feet tall. In the past two years, he often thought of Lan Ling'er and the days when he caught butterflies for her. He even swore that if Lan Ling'er liked it, he could do it. I will stay with her forever.
It seemed that Kong Yuan had revealed his thoughts. Kong Ling blushed and said, "I am a young lady, how could you like me? Besides, Master will not let us return to secular life casually."
Kong Ying said: "Senior brother Kong Ling said this, which means that he is still thinking of Ling'er in his heart. Why don't you dare to admit it directly."
Hearing what Kong Ying said, Kong Ling's face turned even redder. She was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to say. She just turned her head to the side like a big girl and stopped saying anything.
"Okay, okay, let's continue practicing the sword, otherwise master will see it and accuse us of being lazy." Zhu Yu stood up, raised the sword, and started practicing the sword himself.
In the past few years, Zhu Yu's kung fu was superior to that of Kong Yuan, Kong Ying, Kong Ling, and Kong Xi. Gradually, he became the center of a few people, and everyone was willing to listen to him. So when Zhu Yu said this, everyone was He stood up silently and started practicing his sword.
Suddenly, "Dang, Dang, Dang" a burst of bells came from the bell tower, the sound was rapid and loud, and several people couldn't help but feel nervous, because except for the morning bell, the Shaolin Temple will only ring the bell in emergency situations.
"Something must have happened." Zhu Yu put away the sword and shouted: "Quick, let's go to the temple gate and take a look."
When the five people held swords, practiced Qinggong, and walked round and round to the gate of the Shaolin Temple, they saw a group of officers and soldiers riding on horses and holding swords in front of the temple. There were about two hundred officers and soldiers, all of them murderous. Whoever gives the order will rush into Shaolin. The leader was a man in his thirties, tall, with a strong back and a strong waist. He carried a sword that was one-third longer than an ordinary sword. The bright red sword swayed in the wind.
On the steps in front of the door, Master Kongwu, the abbot, Master Kongxin, the abbot of Bodhidharma Monastery, three or five old monks of the same generation as Master Kongwu, and seven or eight monks in their forties or fifties stood in front of the door. Underground, two young people stood in front of the door. The monk was sleeping on the ground, obviously injured, and several monks were working hard to treat their injuries.
"I am Zhang Han, the deputy commander of the Dongchang capital, and I have come to Shaolin to arrest the rebels. Which of you is the abbot, come out and speak." The leader said loudly.
Master Kongwu came forward, clasped his hands and said: "Amitabha!", and then continued: "I, a monk in Shaolin Temple, specializes in Zen practice and never participates in state affairs. How can I rebel against the traitors? I just want to ask Donor Zhang, why not Asking questions and indiscriminately injuring my disciple?"
"These two young monks are so ignorant that they dare to block the way of my officers and soldiers. Naturally, I want to give them some trouble. Old monk, don't be disrespectful. As long as you hand over the rebels, I will spare you." If you let me find you guilty of harboring a thief, I will burn your Shaolin Temple down." Zhang Han said disdainfully.
"There is no one you are looking for in our temple. Donor Zhang should go back!" Master Kongkong said unhurriedly.
"If there really is no thief, you won't mind me searching the Shaolin Temple, right?" Zhang Han said without doubt.
"Except for a few disciples who are practicing in seclusion in our temple, all the other disciples are here. Just search." Kong Wu knew that it was impossible to prevent Zhang Han from searching. Seeing that almost all the monks had gathered at the door, Kong Wu knew that it was impossible to prevent Zhang Han from searching. Wu said calmly.
"I'm offended!" Zhang Han handed over to Wuyi, commanded the soldiers, dismounted and entered Shaolin.
The officers and soldiers struggled for more than half an hour, but could not find the "thief" they were looking for, so Zhang Han led the soldiers to the monks in front of the hall.
Zhang Han carefully checked the monks one by one, called out Zhu Yu, Kong Yuan, Kong Ying, Kong Xi, Kong Ling, and three or four other minor monks who were similar in age to him, and questioned them one by one. .
"What's your name? How old are you? How many years have you been in Shaolin?" When asked about Zhu Yu, Zhang Han's eyes showed an imperceptible light, which made Zhu Yu feel a little weird.
"My name is Zhu Yu. I have just turned fifteen years old. I have been in Shaolin for more than seven years." Zhu Yu replied.
"Do you believe in Zhu? Did the old monk Kongshi bring you here from Zhengxu Zen Temple in Lion Mountain?" Zhang Han asked excitedly with his eyes widened.
"You are right, I am Xingzhu, and I came from Zhengxu Zen Temple." Zhu Yu replied.
"Haha, you can't find anything after wearing iron shoes. It takes no effort to get here and capture Zhu Yu, the traitor." Zhang Han gave an order, and seven or eight of Zhang Han's personal soldiers suddenly swarmed around him.
Zhu Yu didn't know why Zhang Han regarded him as a rebel. When he saw soldiers surrounding him, he instinctively pulled out his sword and pointed it at the soldiers at the front. Seeing Zhu Yu draw his sword, the soldiers also drew their swords one after another. A fight seemed inevitable.
"Stop!" Kong Xin shouted, causing the ears of everyone present to buzz. "Donor Zhang, Shaolin is a pure place for Buddhism. Don't embarrass a child who has never been out of the temple. We don't want to kill, so let's go!"
"This child is the criminal we want to capture. I won't be mistaken. You'd better not stop him, otherwise, I will burn your Shaolin down." Zhang Han said fiercely.
"Donor Zhang, you are always a traitor and a criminal. Let me ask you, what mistake did this child make?" Master Kongwu said slowly.
"Well, I don't know. I'm just following orders. Old monk, if you don't let him follow me, I'm going to take action." Zhang Han was still very imposing.
Zhang Han naturally knew that Shaolin monks were highly skilled in martial arts and it was difficult to easily succeed in martial arts. However, he relied on the large number of people in Dongchang and most of his men were martial arts practitioners, and there were many who had extraordinary skills. He joined the factory guard just because he was greedy for wealth. Zhang Han himself has been practicing martial arts with a Taoist priest in Wudang Mountain since he was a child. He has good internal strength and has become proficient in Wudang swordsmanship along the way.
Seeing that Kong Wu Kong remained silent, it was obviously impossible to let him go. Zhang Han couldn't wait any longer. With a wave of his hand, he ordered the soldiers surrounding Zhu Yu to capture Zhu Yu. After hearing the order, the soldiers raised their hands and surrounded Zhu Yu.
In the seven years since he came to Shaolin, Zhu Yu has already practiced Shaolin swordsmanship very well. Although he has never had any real actual combat, he competed with his fellow disciples and refused to let anyone go. It was not much different from actual combat, so he did not feel guilty. , seeing seven or eight people swarming up, he was afraid of accidentally hurting the brothers around him, so he raised his breath and flew three or four feet to the left, came to an open space, held his sword across his chest, and waited for the seven or eight soldiers to attack.
The seven or eight personal soldiers beside Zhang Han were carefully selected by him from many soldiers, and their martial arts skills were all extraordinary. When they saw Zhu Yu jump away, they all chased after him with their swords raised, and they all raised their swords to stab Zhu Yu.
When Zhu Yu saw the opponent's sword coming, he flew to pass, raised his sword from top to bottom, and stabbed the person in the middle on the head.
The move Zhu Yu used was the Mantis Arm Sword Technique among the Three Sword Techniques of Shaolin. This sword technique was specially designed to defeat many enemies with one person. It was just right to use it today when facing seven or eight opponents.
The eight people saw Zhu Yu's sword stabbing them, and they all blocked with their swords. Unfortunately, the space was limited, and those in the distance could not reach them. Those close by were afraid of hurting others, so they did not dare to swing their swords round, but left a big gap for Zhu Yu. When the Zhuyu sword was about to stab the soldier in the middle, he quickly sheathed the sword to steady his body, regained his strength and flew out of the circle.
Zhu Yu had never killed anyone before. He didn't want to hurt innocent people, so he avoided it with his sword. But just as he stood still, eight people rushed forward again. This time, the eight people learned from the previous lesson and stood together to practice the previous In the previous Bagua formation, the soldier in the center position was still the same soldier just now.
When Zhu Yu saw the eight people taking their positions, he knew that this time it would not be as easy to deal with as before, so he decided to take the lead and look for loopholes in the opponent's formation so that he could break them in one fell swoop.
Zhu Yu still looked at the soldier in the center and stabbed him in the lower abdomen with a sword. This move was called Mantis Catching the Cicada. It focused on defeating the enemy quickly, but the opponent was already on guard. The soldier in the center stepped back and the other seven They simultaneously stabbed seven major acupoints on Zhu Yu's side, including Yunmen, Taiyi, and Mingmen, and they were just right. The eight of them were indeed very skilled, which surprised Zhu Yu. He quickly used a mantis arm as a chariot, and drew three consecutive strokes on the spot with his sword. After a circle, the seven swords were bounced away.
"Zhu Yu, this is the Bagua Sword Formation, occupy the position and attack the position." Master Kong Xin on the side saw the clues of the opponent.
When Zhu Yu heard Kong Xin's reminder, he suddenly realized that Master Kong Xin once taught the Bagua Sword Formation. If you are dealing with an opponent whose martial arts is much higher than yours and you need to attack in groups, only by setting up the formation can you maximize the role of each person. , the Bagua Sword Formation is the most commonly used sword formation, but the disadvantage is that as long as the opponent knows how to move, the formation can be broken, but Master Kong Xin has not taught Zhu Yu and others how to move the Bagua Sword Formation.
When Zhu Yu heard this, he stabbed the soldier who was standing on the threshold with his sword. When the soldier retreated to hide his sword, Zhu Yu stepped forward to occupy the threshold. He lowered his body and backhand with his sword, stabbing the soldier who had left his position in the lower abdomen. The soldier who had left his position was supposed to be doing something. After a soldier drew his sword, he could step up and draw his sword. Unexpectedly, Zhu Yu suddenly stabbed him. A god of desolation was stabbed in the lower abdomen by Zhu Yu. The other seven soldiers saw that one of them was hit by the sword, disrupted the formation, and all attacked Zhu Yu. Rushing towards him, Zhu Yu lifted up his energy, flew high into the air, turned around in the air, and landed in front of the Shaolin monks.
Seeing that his eight most powerful soldiers could not heal a child and even stabbed one of them, Zhang Han couldn't help being shocked and angry. Although he had heard about the martial arts of Shaolin monks, he had never dealt with them before. Once, his boss Wu Qian, the commander of the East Factory, was going to come to Shaolin in person, but he boasted about Haikou, saying that he could kill a chicken with an ox-knife, and he could defeat Shaolin with hundreds of soldiers. He never thought that a Shaolin monk could do it. With such martial arts, those older Shaolin monks don’t know how powerful their martial arts are.
Although Zhang Han was in a big fight, he was accustomed to bossing around in Dongchang for many years, so he would not bow his head casually. Moreover, he insisted that he possesses Wudang Kung Fu. Even though his subordinates are not good, there should be no one in Shaolin Temple who is better than him. Monk.
"Children, don't be arrogant. I can't hold you!" Zhang Han shouted, flew off his horse, and with a clang, he pulled out the sword behind him and stabbed Zhu Yu.
Just when Zhang Han's sword was still more than a foot away from Zhu Yu, Zhang Han felt a gray shadow flash past. Kong Xin was already standing between him and the child named Zhu. He stretched out two fingers and pinched it. The tip of his own sword, he tried hard to withdraw the sword, but no matter how hard he tried to withdraw the sword, it wouldn't budge.
Zhang Han had never been so embarrassed. His face turned red and he shouted loudly: "Soldiers, come with me."
Upon hearing Zhang Han's order, the soldiers raised their swords and guns, jumped off their horses, and rushed forward regardless of everything.
Master Kongxin pushed outward with both hands. Zhang Han felt a huge force coming from his sword to his palm. He had to abandon the sword and retreated sharply, knocking down five or six soldiers. Keep your posture steady.
When the Shaolin monks saw the soldiers rushing up, they rushed into the enemy formation together. After a while, the soldiers were beaten until they threw off their helmets and armor and retreated outside the mountain gate. Dozens of soldiers were injured on the ground and could not get up. Fortunately, the Shaolin monks had rules not to kill, so no assassins were killed, and none of the soldiers died.
Seeing that the Shaolin monks had stopped, Zhang Han, who had retreated far away, shouted at the escaping soldiers, turned back, helped the injured soldiers, picked up the fallen weapons, looked around for the scattered horses, and said viciously: " Just wait, I'll settle the score with you later." He led the soldiers down Shaoshi Mountain in despair.
Seeing the soldiers returning in defeat, the monks in the Shaolin Temple were overjoyed. Only the abbot, Master Kongwu, put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name repeatedly: "Amitabha, Amitabha...!"
In order to prevent the officers and soldiers from retaliating, all the monks in the Shaolin Temple received sticks and gathered in the Zen room next to the front yard to spend the night. Kong Xin sent more than ten monks to keep watch.
There were five warrior monks living in Zhu Yu's Zen room, and among them was Uncle Qingxu, whom he had met before.
"In my opinion, Zhang Han will probably ask Wu Qian to deal with Shaolin this time." Qingxu said while looking at Zhu Yu.
"Who is Wu Gan? Can't we defeat him with so many masters?" Zhu Yu asked strangely.
"Wu Qian is a disciple of the Qingcheng Sect and studied under Master Lingyazi of Qingcheng Mountain. He has a set of eight-pole swordsmanship that is unrivaled. However, his main skill is internal strength. He is the number one master among the Jinyi Guards and the East Factory and the West Factory in the capital." A monk in his sixties said.
"Can't even Master Kong Xin defeat him?" Zhu Yu asked puzzledly.
"It's hard to say. Among the Shaolin monks, apart from Master Kongkong, Master Kongxin has the highest martial arts. He and Wu Qian should be able to compete." Another monk in his fifties said.
