Yan Zhendong walked on the road in a daze, his legs walking faster and faster, knocking over countless things on the stone road, and leaving behind the curses of passers-by.
He practiced martial arts at the age of four and had forty years of experience in the iron cloth shirt. He didn't feel any pain on his body, but he always felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.
Since the last years of Chongzhen, Shandong has suffered from constant famine and military disasters. Nine out of ten houses were empty. Bandits were passing by like combs and soldiers were passing by like grates. He only felt that life in his hometown was getting more and more difficult. Until one day, he went out twenty miles away and saw There are stalls along the way.
It was an older woman who was crying while cooking.
Yan Zhendong asked a lot about why he was crying. He could hardly eat for several days. After thinking about it, he could only think of one thing:
A man should make a name for himself, but he can't keep his face and bully the villagers just to survive.
Yan Zhendong has been practicing martial arts in Zhuangzi for many years. He always thinks that he will become famous when he comes out, but he still can't let go of his wife, children and children at home.
Until that day, someone helped him completely give up.
So he chose to come to the south.
But he gradually discovered that even if he went to the south, the copper skin and iron bones could not stop his hunger, and his skillful skills could not buy him a full meal. Even the face he wanted to fight for could not be saved.
With the last few dozen pennies in his arms, his hands were burning. If it weren't for that child, he wouldn't even have food today. But what about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow? What about after a hundred days and a thousand days?
He left his hometown and became low-income, no one supported him as a street performer, and the martial arts school was ostracized due to its reputation. The image of Jianghu that he heard in his hometown was in pieces, and every fragment happened to be able to penetrate into his heart. If this continues, the only way out for him is to carry the bag at the pier.
He is not willing to give in!
Why have I accomplished nothing after practicing martial arts for so many years?
Why can people who steal fame be praised by all the stars?
Why can't all the hard work be exchanged for a meal?
Why is there no place to stay anywhere?
"The court is handling the case, and everyone who is idle gets out of the way!"
Unknowingly, they had reached the official road. The large group of people raised dust all over the sky and made a deafening rumbling sound. Yan Zhendong remembered that afternoon in his hometown again. He came back from the fields and heard the same sound, but he could no longer find his home. …
"No one can drive me away!"
Yan Zhendong's answer stirred up dust on the ground, but the man stood motionless like an iron tower.
"Asshole! Looking for death!"
The saber came through the air.
Yan Zhendong regained consciousness, and the iron cloth shirt with forty years of skill was faster than his consciousness, blocking the powerful attack.
The subsequent punch was just right and natural.
You can't blame him, because this is a punch he has practiced countless times, with a correct angle and strong force.
The person on the horse didn't even react, and he had already jumped into the air and fell off the horse. His internal organs seemed to have been crushed and stuffed into his stomach. After rolling twice, there was only the sound of continuous vomiting of blood.
Yan Zhendong stood facing the wind, squinting and saw the sun peeking out of the clouds on the horizon. He let most of the Qing soldiers surround him. He raised his head and felt that everything was coming back.
Jianghu is also back.
…………
Xiao Shitou was unhappy all the way out of Bai Lian Martial Arts Hall. To be able to make even Slowpoke express trouble is enough to show how troubled he is.
"Don't think about it. After eating the noodles, hurry back to Bai Lian Martial Arts School. I don't dare to be lazy anymore, otherwise your father, the only designated sponsor, will withdraw his capital overnight."
Jiang Wen finished the noodles in the bowl, not even the soup or water was left, and then said with unfinished content, "I just didn't want to buy these sports equipment in the mountains, so I got the VIP fitness annual pass from Master Luo. In fact, I used a wok. Exercising and using a sandbag are pretty much the same. There’s really no way to communicate with laymen..."
Xiao Shitou didn't seem to hear anything, looking down at his rice bowl.
(._.`)
Jiang Wen patted his head and said, "Sometimes the state of the world may not be right, but if it is not as you imagined, there must be a reason behind it. You can read books, ask people, and think for yourself, but in the end you have to solve it. The question is not just why, but also the root cause.”
Xiao Shitou listened in confusion, and then said: "Master, do you know? Can you tell me?"
Jiang Wen laughed loudly: "I don't know. What's so fun about practicing martial arts? If it's like what you want to see, the strong ones stand and the weak ones lie down. It's clear what's right and what's wrong. How can there be so many grievances and grievances in the world? Hate? If you really don’t understand, you should learn to cook from me. As long as someone dares to say that your cooking tastes bad, you can use physical means to make him admit that it tastes good. "
The sound of horse hoofbeats sounded in the distance, and Jiang Wen squinted his eyes and watched for a while, then sighed and said, "The world is like this. There are people who win hundreds of battles but lose their families and their families, and there are people who lose many battles but have great wealth. Today Master Yan won the game but lost the game. Playing in the gym is just for friendship, and it has always been like this. Those who really do it will naturally be easily defeated by others with morality. In this regard, it is indeed Master Yan who lost."
Xiao Shitou thought for a while: "It's always been like this... right?"
"...Brother Shu, why are you here too?"
The head of Jiang University sighed, "Master, if I knew this, why would I need to hide on the top of Dawang Peak? Since you have joined my sect, just kneel in the mountains with me, master..."
Xiao Shitou looked about five or six years old, but was actually ten years old. He would be old enough to get married in a few years, but Jiang Wen always treated him as a child until he asked such a question.
Jiang Wen patted his head and suddenly said: "If you want to know why you need to practice martial arts, I will teach you how to read another day. Today, the master will tell you a story."
Head Jiang Da cleared his throat, and the voice he was reading was so clear and transparent that even the shopkeepers nearby couldn't help but come over to listen.
"The people of Jin like to talk in peace, also known as wielding rhinoceros. They claim to know the bright light, but they don't know the details. Therefore, they put all these misfortunes, blessings, monsters and auspiciousness together and wrote them in the name of 'zhiguai'."
"In the final analysis, it was those scholars who had a high self-esteem, claiming to be knowledgeable about heavenly principles and Taoism. They tried their best to investigate. But in the end, they only ate He Yan's five stone powder and ran around drunk. When I exhale, I can write a few random strokes, and then I am exhausted and have a good sleep in panic..."
""Yiyuan·Volume 7" says: When I arrived at Niuzhuji from Wenqiao in Jin Dynasty, I heard the sound of music at the bottom of the water. The depth of the water was unfathomable. It was rumored that there were many monsters under the water, so I burned rhinoceros horns and shined a light on them. After a while, I saw the water tribe covered with fire, with strange shapes and shapes. , or riding a carriage wearing red clothes. That night, the dreamer said: "How can I be in the same place with you in Youming Dao Pavilion?" Qiao was very evil, and he died not long after. "
"As for being deeply involved in it, He Yan, who was famous for his beautiful appearance, had already been deeply involved in it before he was killed by Sima Yi. At that time, He Yan's soul was not in the house, his blood was colorless, his essence was fresh and smokey, and his appearance was like a gaunt wood. It's called Ghostly Ghost.' It can be seen that he himself doesn't even care about the consequences of taking Five Stone Powder..."
"Another one, in June of the second year of Tianxi in the former Song Dynasty, people in the capital rumored that the hat demon came from Xijing and entered people's homes to eat people. According to legend, it was terrifying. People gathered together to sit around and made a lot of noise, especially in the military camp. The reason is: If you commit adultery, you will be rewarded with an imperial edict, and people will be recruited to accuse you of being a monster."
"Now that the monk Tianshou, the sorcerer Geng Gai, Zhang Gang and others were ordered to live in the house, Lv Yijian was sent to the house to escort Zhou Huaizheng to arrest him. He tasted it as an evil law and abandoned the market. Several people were also sitting in the banquet. However, the lies were not true. At that time, from the south of the capital, everything was closed and deep. I knew that King Ying Tianfu had ordered the inner gate to be opened at night, and anyone who dared to speak out would be arrested, and the demons would not thrive."
"Although they claimed to have found the culprit in the end, such as the monk Tianshang, the warlock Geng Gai, Zhang Gang, etc., the incident still ended without an answer. There was no official explanation for it, as if the hat demon who feared the company's military camp was a It’s a joke. But the martial arts people recruited by the six gates had 127 lives. They could only sum up the case with the sentence: "It’s the year of the year, and more than a hundred people were killed in an undiscussed brawl." Even Bao Zheng was sitting in Kaifeng Mansion. , no one dared to order Zhan Zhao to re-investigate..."
The shopkeeper next to him was fascinated by what he heard and couldn't help but interjected: "Taoist Master, have you heard about Wuliting outside the city? There was a great famine there ten years ago and no one ran out. It has become a A ghost land. But to this day, people often say that legless women are seen in the pavilion, carrying dead babies, and begging for food from passers-by..."
"I've heard a little bit." Jiang Wen nodded.
The shopkeeper said while clearing the table: "These things are simply horrifying. Dozens of people saw it before and after, but no one can tell the beginning and end. I don't know where this Taoist priest lives. If you hear stories next time, you might as well come here to have a bowl." Let’s talk slowly.”
Jiang Wen cupped his hands and put the meal money on the table, "I will stay here for ten miles, Dawang Peak."
With a clang, the bowl in the shopkeeper's hand fell to the floor, and the noodle soup spilled all over the floor. However, his eyes remained motionless and stared at him, his pupils shrinking into black dots out of fear.
"Learning martial arts is to survive."
Jiang Wen left quietly with Xiao Shitou.
