This narrative alone made Xiao Ning feel so overwhelmed. He didn't expect that the four top masters in the martial arts world were all lying dead in this cave. All the grudges and hatreds were turned into smoke, and all the fame and wealth were turned into dust.
After sighing for a long time, I finally regained my mind. I opened the book and flipped back. What was recorded was the "Five Bird Art" and the 64-position "Shen Nong Hoe" method.
He has also learned the "Five Animal Jue". Now he opened it and took a closer look, but it is different. It seems to be much more sophisticated than what Divine Doctor Dong taught him originally, and the movement of the heavens is also more complete. It seems that what the Dong family has learned is also different. Not complete.
He closed the book and looked at the last bone. He thought it was the "Sword Saint" Shi Lei. When he came closer and took a closer look, he found that this place was much different from other places. The rock wall in this cave was originally polished and smoothed artificially, but here there are more than ten knife marks on the wall between vertical and horizontal opening and closing.
Xiao Ning didn't pay attention to that, but carefully took out the book from under the withered bones and opened it to take a closer look. It didn't just contain martial arts, but also a description, "I am a member of the army, serving the Weiwei, stationed in Dunhuang. , I practiced martial arts in the army all day and night, and I could see the wind and clouds in the desert, the sunset in the dust, and the mirage, and I had already felt it in my heart. One day when I was patrolling the city, there happened to be a thunderstorm, and I had a sudden inspiration while watching it, and I created thirteen sword techniques, which are Taking the name of "Thunderbolt", it is a pity that I only have its meaning but not its trick. Now I don't have much time, so no one can personally teach it. I will only record all of its meaning and experience here, and I will use my spare time to write it bravely. The knife marks of the thirteen postures are left on the wall for future generations to see. He also used the unarmed attack skills of the army to practice eight postures on his own body, which was called "the eight postures of breaking the army" and was given to the later generations. .”
Xiao Ning was stunned for a moment, glanced at the knife marks on the wall, and hurriedly opened the pages at the back. The scrawled writing on it detailed the creation and experience of the "Thirteen Styles of Thunder", and also described the sword moves contained in each style. The artistic conception is all detailed, but there is no description of the strength and direction of the sword attack, nor any graphic reference.
This made Xiao Shaoxia very interesting. After remembering the description of the thirteen moves in the book, he looked up again to observe the knife marks on the wall. After a while, he really found the clue. The meaning of the thirteen moves flowed in his heart, as if Echoing this, the beauty contained in the knife seemed to be within reach, but seemed to be separated by a layer of veil, making it difficult for people to see it clearly. Unknowingly, he was immersed in it.
I don't know how much time passed, but Xiao Ning suddenly felt that his eyes were full of thunder, and he felt as if he was in the midst of thousands of troops. Countless spears, spears, and halberds were all stabbing him. He was so frightened that he shouted loudly, and felt a surge of energy in his Dantian. A stream of heat surged up and rushed straight to his right arm. At this moment, he couldn't help but pull out the steel knife and slash it suddenly. This knife was like a thunderbolt in mid-air, trying to split the world in front of him into two, but it coincided with Thirteen The sword meaning of "thunder and thunder" in the style.
With a slash of the knife, the vision in Xiao Ning's eyes suddenly disappeared, but it also made him stagger and almost sit down. Then he felt that his whole body was sore and numb, and his stomach was growling. When he looked back, he looked under the boulder and in the cracks in the mountain. There was a faint light coming out of the bag. Unknowingly, he had been standing in front of the stone wall all night. Now it was unknown what time it was outside. When he touched it again, he found that the ration bag was empty.
He only realized one sword in one night, but Xiao Ning was already satisfied. The dry food was gone. At this time, he didn't want to stay here for a long time. He also had to take out his luggage at Tianshui Pond. Living here should not be a day or two. Food and clothing still need to be arranged properly.
Turning around and walking into the small cave again, there were only some medical books and pharmacopeias on the table. Xiao Ning was not interested in these. Moreover, the paper of most of the books was far different from the other ones. In the past hundreds of years, there were no Some of them were already broken at a touch, so he didn't dare to move them randomly. Looking at the only complete spiritual tablet on the table, as expected, it belongs to the "King of Medicine" Sun Simiao.
He squeezed out of the crack in the mountain again, but this time he found a narrow place and blocked it with gravel to prevent the pearlescent light from leaking out. During the day, it seemed that the canes outside could reach straight to the bottom of the stream. Now that it was raining, I secretly marked the stream and hurriedly found a way to the sweet water puddle.
It took two days of walking along the dozens of miles of mountain road when we came here, but when we returned, we were running in a hurry. When we arrived at the entrance of the village, the sun had not yet set. When he arrived at Zhang Niu'er's door, there was a noise in the courtyard. Xiao Ning knocked on the door and soon heard someone answer. It was Zhang Niu'er who opened the door with a panicked look on his face.
Zhang Niuer was also overjoyed when he opened the door and saw Xiao Ning returning, "Brother, you are back. If you don't come back, I will really be in trouble..."
Before he finished speaking, he took a closer look and saw that his body was covered in mud, his clothes were torn in many places, and his hands were broken and bleeding. He was also surprised and asked hurriedly: "Brother, what's wrong with you? How did you end up like this after only being out for two or three days?"
Xiao Ning didn't care about his inconsistent words at this time, shook his head and said: "Brother Zhang, don't ask, do you have anything to eat? I've finished all the dry food, I'm starving to death."
"Yes, yes," Zhang Niu'er quickly let him in, "I happened to hunt a roe deer, I'll clean it up right now."
I washed my face and hands in the house. Zhang Niuer also brought the roe deer meat. Xiao Ning was not polite. He wolfed down most of the bowl before letting out a sigh of relief. He held the bowl and looked at Zhang Niuer. Asked: "Brother Zhang is in a panic. What happened?"
Seeing that he had almost eaten, Zhang Niuer handed over a bowl of water and said dejectedly: "Brother, forget it, it wasn't the horse that caused the trouble. Yesterday I kindly wanted to go out and help you walk the horse. I didn't want to be beaten by a few people in the village. A shabby household saw it and wanted to fight for it, but I managed to pull it back. When you knocked on the door today, I thought they were here again."
Xiao Ning was also shocked after hearing this, thinking that he was still careless. There were only a few horses in the Song Dynasty, and this good horse from the North was different from the short horse from Sichuan. These were still a few poor people. If you don't understand this, if you meet a discerning person, If you see the clues, disaster will happen sooner or later. I wanted to keep the horses here for a while longer, but now I didn't dare.
At this moment, Zhang Niuer asked carefully: "Brother, have you found your master these days?"
At this time, for fear of leaking his whereabouts, Xiao Ning did not dare to tell the truth. He could only pretend to be depressed and shook his head, "No, I also asked many people on the road, and they all said that the earthquake a hundred years ago changed the shape of the mountains and rivers. There are quite a few, and I can’t find them.”
"Hey," Zhang Niu'er also shook his head, "Brother, what are your plans?"
He sighed and leaned back on the broken chair. The chair creaked when he leaned on it, which also startled him. He was afraid that the chair would fall apart. "Brother Zhang, I have to go back. I have to go back and talk to you no matter what." Master, tell me."
"Well," Zhang Niu'er nodded, "brother, you stay here for the night and leave early tomorrow morning. You can be out of the mountains before dark."
"That's fine." Looking at the sky outside, I had no choice but to accept the situation and rested at Zhang Niu'er's house that night.
Xiao Ning had something on his mind, so he couldn't sleep well. He woke up early the next morning, had breakfast, and left Zhang Niu'er a piece of silver after repeated refusals, and set off on his way early.
A horse is worse than no horse. The horses from the north are really inferior to the Sichuan ponies on this mountain. It is very troublesome to cross the mountain and stream. It took more than two days in a row before returning to the mountain stream. After removing the saddle and saddle, and letting the horse rest in the stream for the time being, Xiao Ning dragged his luggage back into the cave.
Looking at the cave again, Xiao Ning picked up the rotten medicine hoe on the ground, cleared the corner under the huge rock at the entrance of the cave and crawled out.
Outside is a valley, which is very similar to the one on the picture. The Patriarch's Cave is at the deepest part of the valley. From outside the valley, the mountains on both sides are hundreds of feet high. Inside the valley, the height of the mountains is only over a hundred feet. The valley at this time was a mixture of weeds and old medicine, and scattered white bones could still be vaguely seen in the grass. They were thought to be the people killed by Nangong Yun. Most of the houses in the valley were left unmaintained and collapsed, with ruins and broken walls everywhere.
After walking a few miles to reach the entrance of the valley, there were several huge rocks blocking the way, almost as high as the mountains. Xiao Ning showed his light skills and climbed to the top of the stone. He didn't expect that the mountains on both sides were still a few kilometers outside, but there were more soil and less rocks. The earthquake had already collapsed during the earthquake, blocking the entire exit. After a hundred years of growth, the trees had become lush. It is overgrown with weeds. From the outside, who would know that there is such a place hidden in it.
After turning over the stone, there was a word on the right wall of the valley entrance. Xiao Ning cleared the weeds and took a closer look, but it was the word "Tugu". This time he saw something strange. He stared at it carefully for a long time before he understood. It turned out that what was engraved here should be the word "Yao Wang Valley". He thought it was because the rock collapsed during the earthquake and the word "Yao" fell off, and the word "King" fell off. The character also lost the top horizontal line, so it became the word "Tu Gu".
The exit was buried and the name of the valley was half lost. Even if someone came here, how could they recognize it? Xiao Ning thought to himself, I spent several days inquiring in this mountain but it was all in vain. If I hadn't been curious, where would I have looked.
After looking around to see clearly, he cut down a thick branch to use as a hoe handle, and carried the four dead bones out of the cave for burial. Regardless of whether they were good or evil during their lifetime, martial arts would never leave them without a place to live. After worshiping in front of the grave, and then burying the bones in the valley one by one, Xiao felt a little more at ease. Now he looked at the red people falling in the west. One day, a fire was lit in the valley.
Facing the fire and rubbing a few books in his hand, the thirteen-year-old boy began to plan his future life. Any one of the martial arts skills left by the four people in the valley would shock the martial arts world, and it was impossible for him to master them all. He wanted to find his father, avenge himself, and everything in the world was complicated. If it weren't for the "Thirteen Styles of Thunder" knife marks that couldn't be taken out of the valley, he would have returned to the Central Plains with the secret book.
After thinking about it, I couldn't help but let out a long sigh, but everything couldn't be rushed. I just waited until dawn to explore the road out of the valley, bring back some practical things, and see if I could drive the horse into the valley. I had to make long-term plans. After thinking about it, I unknowingly fell asleep next to the fire with all my clothes on. Exactly:
I met Cui Qi by the Qingshui River by chance, and got the picture, the news, and the missing trace.
The father left and the uncle died, leaving him sad and angry. When the lonely goose came back, he wanted to do misfortune.
