Southern Song Dynasty, Xiangyang.
The morning sun was gentle and warm on your body, making you drowsy.
Chen Kang was wearing old leather armor and sitting in the corner, holding a linear book and studying it carefully.
It is a knife manual with not much content.
Chen Kang looked carefully at the sword techniques and moves. He mainly studied the Qi training chapter in the sword manual.
A small boy beside him was half lying down, patted his belly, and said: "Uncle Chen Kang, let me tell you, Niu Kui of Hu Dao Sect is a liar. Do you believe the knife manual he sold you?" "
Niu Kui, the owner of the Hu Dao Gate in Xiangyang City.
It is said that Niu Kui is a disciple of Wuhu Duandaomen.
In the eyes of ordinary people, Niu Kui's martial arts skills are still good, barely above the third-rate level.
But when it comes to teaching disciples? There is no outstanding disciple in Niu Kui's martial arts hall.
Chen Kang's sword manual was bought from Niu Kui Martial Arts School with five guans of money.
Chen Kang said: "It's not a lie. The moves in the sword manual still have merit. You can practice them."
The young man sneered and said: "What's the use of the three-movement sword technique? In the entire martial arts hall, Niu Kui is the only one who has internal skills and developed true energy. None of the disciples in the martial arts school have true energy."
Chen Kang glanced at the young man and said, "Xiao Liu, you won't be deceived by Niu Kui, right?"
Xiaoliu said angrily: "I went to Hudaomen to become a disciple, but Niu Kui only took money, but didn't teach me any martial arts. He defrauded me of two months' military salary. Huh, if I have a chance, I will become a beggar." Help, how about I go learn martial arts from the great hero Guo Jing?"
A middle-aged sergeant laughed and said: "Xiao Liu, you are daydreaming. What kind of person is Guo Daxia? Will he teach you martial arts? You should just go to sleep."
Guo Jing was just a military attache in Xiangyang City, and his official position was not high. But his status in the world is high and his prestige is high.
Guo Jing's martial arts skills are unparalleled and his Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are extremely powerful. He has strong appeal and influence in the martial arts world.
Even the high-ranking civil servants in Xiangyang City were very polite to Guo Jing.
To resist the Mongolian attack, Xiangyang City really couldn't do it without Guo Jing.
Guo Jing is like the Dinghai Shenzhen of Xiangyang City. Only with him around can the soldiers and civilians of Xiangyang City defend the city with confidence.
Chen Kang did not laugh at Xiao Liu and said, "It's a good idea for Xiao Liu to have this idea. Maybe one day, Master Guo will really take a liking to Xiao Liu and accept him as his disciple."
Xiaoliu raised his chin and said to the middle-aged sergeant: "Zhang Lezi, did you hear that? What Uncle Chen Kang said makes sense. To be a human being, you need to have swans...what's going on?"
Chen Kang said: "The ambition of the swan."
Xiaoliu said: "Yes, you must have great ambitions in life. In the future, when I become a strong man, and you come to curry favor with me, I will not pay attention to you at that time."
A young man wearing armor came over.
Eight people, including Chen Kang, Xiao Liu, and Zhang Lezi, stood up and shouted: "Commander Wu."
The young man nodded and said: "Get ready immediately. We are going out to patrol the city. The Mongolian Tatars often appear outside Xiangyang City. You don't know when they will attack the city again."
Three months ago, the Mongolian army attacked Xiangyang but failed to capture it. There was insufficient food and grass, so the Mongolian army retreated.
However, some small groups of Mongolian scout cavalry often move around Xiangyang.
A trace of fear flashed across Xiao Liu's face, and he muttered: "Why are we out of town for patrol again? We have already been out of town twice this month."
The defense of the city was relatively safe.
Patrolling out of the city is very dangerous.
If you encounter Mongolian scouts, you may not be able to come back.
The Mongols were better at riding and shooting than the Han Chinese in the Song army.
A few days ago, a sergeant from another patrol team encountered a small group of Mongolian cavalry and was wiped out. He never came back.
The young corps leader glared at Xiaoliu and said, "What nonsense? The patrol out of the city was decided by Master Dutong. We are unlucky, it's our turn, what can we do?"
Military orders cannot be violated.
Otherwise, who wouldn't want to stay in the city, which is safer after all.
Chen Kang said: "Commander Wu, when will we set off?"
The young corps leader said: "In an hour, everyone will feed the horses and bring ten days of dry food. We will patrol for at least six days when we go out this time."
It won't hurt to bring more dry food.
An hour later.
Eight people including the young corps leader, Chen Kang, and Xiaoliu left Xiangyang City on horseback, carrying ten days' worth of dry food.
The soldiers guarding the city started talking about them when they saw them.
"Eight more unlucky guys."
"I hope they don't encounter the Mongolian Tatar scout cavalry."
"Yes, it's better to keep the city safe."
"Don't make sarcastic remarks, everyone. Maybe that day, it will be our turn to patrol out of the city."
…
Chen Kang is riding on horseback. A bow and quiver are hung on both sides of the saddle, and there are ten feather arrows in the quiver.
The black iron knife hung on Chen Kang's waist.
While riding a horse, Chen Kang was still reading the sword manual.
The young corps leader said: "Chen Kang, just throw away your sword manual. Even if you practice until death, you won't be able to develop internal skills."
Chen Kang said: "Captain, is that Niu Kui really a liar? If he dares to lie to me, I will have to deal with him after he returns."
The young team leader smiled and said: "Niu Kui may not be a liar. However, his sword manual is really not good. If you want to rely on this sword manual to develop internal skills, you must be lucky and have excellent talent."
Chen Kang asked: "Captain Wu, haven't you mastered the Qi? Otherwise, you can teach me."
The young corps leader glanced at Chen Kang and said, "My martial arts is a family tradition. It cannot be passed on to others without the permission of my elders."
Chen Kang put the sword manual into his arms.
Chen Kang was depressed. He was a great master of internal martial arts, but he couldn't learn internal skills and couldn't develop his true energy.
Chen Kang originally thought that he had bought the Sword Manual. No matter how basic and superficial the Qi training chapter in the Sword Manual was, as long as he could develop some Qi, he would be considered a success.
However, even if Chen Kang had thoroughly read the inner skills and mental techniques in the sword manual, he still couldn't practice them.
With Chen Kang's control over himself, he was unable to develop his true energy. Weird thing.
In fact, Chen Kang's inability to practice internal skills was not only because of the incompetence of the internal skills in the sword manual, but also because of Chen Kang's own reasons.
Chen Kang didn't understand what meridians and acupoints were at all.
Meridians, acupuncture points, and Qi are invisible, intangible, and illusory things.
If Chen Kang can't feel the meridians and acupuncture points, he won't be able to practice internal skills.
Chen Kang's mathematical thinking is logically rigorous, very rational, and has a strong advantage.
Therefore, Chen Kang's training techniques are more advanced and efficient than traditional martial arts. The secret of Neijiaquan was also analyzed by Chen Kang.
Because of this, Chen Kang practiced martial arts to get twice the result with half the effort, and became a master of internal martial arts in less than three years.
But.
Chen Kang now wants to practice his true energy and internal strength, but he is a little confused.
Chen Kang's rational thinking became a cognitive barrier.
Chen Kang simply couldn't understand what true energy was.
Chen Kang's thinking has become a stereotype. As the saying goes, his thinking is solidified.
It is not easy to change your thinking.
For example, if Chen Kang were to learn surgery and anatomy, he would become a master of surgery in a short period of time. Because skeletal muscles are visible things.
But if you ask Chen Kang to study pure Chinese medicine and study the five elements of yin and yang, Chen Kang will be confused.
The Five Elements Yin and Yang theory is equivalent to Taoist metaphysics, which is fundamentally different from mathematical thinking.
Chen Kang naturally couldn't understand it.
Without understanding the five elements of yin and yang and the meridians and acupuncture points, Chen Kang would not be able to practice Qi.
Very troublesome.
Chen Kang secretly said: "If I have the chance, I really want to ask Huang Rong and Guo Jing for advice. However, I still firmly believe that my way of practice is correct."
…
Chen Kang and the others have been out for seven days and can return to the city.
There were some corpses in the dilapidated village, and the smell of corpses filled the air. The villagers died at the hands of the Mongolian army.
War is too cruel. For the people, it is a disaster.
Chen Kang believed that he was quite decisive in killing, but compared with the ferocious Mongolian army, Chen Kang felt that he was a living Bodhisattva who was most benevolent and kind.
At least, Chen Kang would never do anything to ordinary people.
Xiao Liu spit out a mouthful of water and said angrily: "Bah. Damn the Tatars. They kill ordinary people."
The young corps leader said: "Every valuable thing in the village has been taken away, and there is no one left alive. Let's go."
Rumble…
A voice came.
The young corps leader's face changed drastically and he said: "The sound of horse hooves. It could be Tatars."
Chen Kang and eight others were riding horses. As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the village, they saw twenty Mongolian cavalry coming towards them.
The Mongolian cavalry are tall and strong, obviously the elite among the scouts.
Except for Chen Kang, the other seven people had fright in their eyes.
Zhang Laizi, an old man, said in fear: "The Mongolian scout team usually consists of five cavalry. Why are there twenty people? It's over, we are dead."
If it were five Mongolian scout cavalry, our side could risk their lives and have a chance to win.
But the twenty elite Tatars on our side will face the fate of being massacred.
Twenty Mongolian scout cavalry also saw Chen Kang and others. Their faces showed bloodthirsty expressions.
The young team leader shouted loudly: "Run away separately. Whether you can survive or not depends on God's will."
Although the young corps leader has developed internal skills, his pitiful energy is of little use when fighting in the military formation.
Chen Kang said calmly: "We can't run separately. Captain, there are many of them, and their horses are stronger than ours. We can't escape if we run around."
The young corps leader said angrily: "What should we do? Wait for death?"
Chen Kang said: "Commander Wu, take Xiaoliu, Zhang Laizi and the others and retreat. Leave the rest to me."
Chen Kang is a master of internal martial arts, so he shouldn't have much trouble dealing with twenty elite Mongolian scouts.
However, the cavalry relied on the impact of the horses to be very lethal and more difficult to deal with than the infantry.
Without waiting for the young corps leader to dissuade him, Chen Kang rode his horse forward and rushed towards the Mongolian cavalry.
"Alas."
"kill!"
Twenty Mongolian cavalry began to charge.
call out.
The arrow shot at Chen Kang.
Chen Kang caught the incoming arrow with his bare hands, and with a slight exertion, the arrow shaft broke.
"It's my turn."
Chen Kang picked up the bow and arrow, bang, the bowstring trembled, and the arrow turned into a black light and shot towards a Mongolian cavalry.
The Mongolian bows and arrows are accurate, but Chen Kang, as a master of internal martial arts, can shoot even more accurately.
Subsequently.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Chen Kang shot out all the nine feather arrows remaining in the quiver.
Chen Kang used his bow and arrow to kill ten Mongolian cavalry.
Clang.
Chen Kang pulled out the dark iron knife from his waist.
The iron sword waved.
A Mongolian cavalryman used his saber to block, but Chen Kang was too powerful. The force of two thousand kilograms was not something the Mongolian cavalry could withstand.
Bang.
The Mongolian cavalry flew out upside down. He was dead before he hit the ground.
The corps commander and others who were preparing to escape were shocked and dumbfounded when they saw Chen Kang's ferocity.
Come to your senses.
The young corps leader shouted: "Chen Kang is a fool. He has been under my command for almost two months and he has never shown any martial arts skills. I didn't expect that he turned out to be a master. With Chen Kang's fierceness and skill, I am afraid he is in the realm of a first-class warrior." Come on! Xiao Liu, Zhang Lezi, Yu San... let's kill them back and help Chen Kang."
The young corps leader decided to fight back.
With a brave guy like Chen Kang here, I will definitely win this battle.
Then why run?
Chen Kang threw his iron sword and killed a Mongolian cavalry again, and then punched another cavalry in the throat.
The last Mongolian cavalry was killed by Chen Kang with his fist.
Chen Kang killed seventeen elite Mongolian scouts, and the remaining three were surrounded and killed by Wu Zhang and Xiao Liu.
Chen Kang picked up the kettle, unscrewed the lid, took a sip of water, and sat on the stone pier.
The fighting power just now consumed half of Chen Kang's physical energy.
Xiao Liu and Zhang Lezi looked at Chen Kang with admiration on their faces.
The captain patted Bai Chenkang on the shoulder and said: "Chen Kang, you are superb in martial arts and have profound internal strength. Even the brutal Tatar elites are no match for you. Are you still telling me that you don't understand internal strength?"
Chen Kang said: "Captain Wu, I really don't understand internal strength and I don't have true energy."
The young corps leader said: "It's impossible. You have no true energy and don't understand internal strength. Why are you so powerful? You at least have the strength of a first-class warrior."
A first-class martial artist is already a martial arts master who is unique among thousands.
The Quanzhen Seventh Son, Li Mochou and Huang Rong, they are top-notch warriors.
Guo Jing, Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong and others are recognized as peerless masters, one level higher than first-class warriors.
Chen Kang shook his head and didn't explain. He couldn't explain clearly that he had no internal strength.
The corpsman wouldn't believe it.
The young corps leader said excitedly: "Killing twenty Tatar cavalry is a great achievement. Not to mention other things, these twenty war horses are worth a lot of money. Chen Kang, rest for a while, and we will clean the battlefield."
(I got off work very late tonight, so just one update.)
