"How unfair God is!" Kublai Khan rode his horse and looked at the endless snow line. What he held tightly in his hand was a copy of "Xuan Zhen Gong" compiled by Cao Zhe.
This exercise explains in a simple and in-depth way what internal strength is, what breathing and breathing are, and although it does not involve any advanced martial arts principles, it can make it easy for people who are simply literate to get started. Even those who are illiterate can have someone teach them on the side. You can get started within a few days.
"Great Khan! Do you want to pass it on so that all children can learn from it?" A fierce general under the account asked Kublai Khan.
"Of course! With these Han martial arts, our children can be stronger and fight against the increasingly cruel wind and snow."
Speaking of this, the Mongolian Khan, who was actually a competitor, looked at the sky with an increasingly gloomy expression.
The snowstorm has been falling continuously for almost a month. It should be the time for the ice and snow to melt and the tender grass to grow, but God still has no intention of stopping.
He doesn't really care about the death or survival of those people.
However, this is his capital to compete in the Central Plains and strive for competition evaluation.
Can't suffer too much damage.
"Erase all those tribes that don't obey orders from the map!"
"Their children and men are not worthy of continuing to enjoy the blessing of immortality, and the women will be given to the children who have made meritorious services." After Kublai Khan finished speaking, he turned his horse back not far behind him, and the endless lines seemed to be in the wind and snow. A particularly magnificent group of tents.
Among the tents, there were some weird bald men, wearing not thick cold clothes, walking among the crowd, teaching some Mongolian warriors the martial arts of the Han people.
A blind old man was imprisoned in a large iron cage, and his mouth was stuffed with fine steel needles. As long as his mouth moved even a little, his mouth would be filled with blood.
But he still refused to give in, and his lips were always moving. Although he couldn't hear exactly what he was saying, it was definitely not a good word.
Thousands of miles apart in Jinling City, the same group was still singing and dancing.
The rough waves in the dark didn't seem to affect the glitz on the water.
Purple Mountain was wrapped in a hazy incense smoke, and the originally dense forest gradually turned into a lively square.
A large number of buildings were built on the mountains, and dense crowds of people were constantly passing through them.
There are young people who come to practice martial arts, believers who come to burn incense and worship the real immortal, there are also vendors who come here to do business with the crowd, and children who like to watch the excitement...
The smell of human fireworks has filled the entire mountain.
Where the Bronze Hall was originally located, a tall and majestic statue of Cao Zhe is now erected.
This shows how correct Cao Zhe's choice was.
This is not a good place for repair and accumulation.
There are too many voices, too many desires, and too many distracting thoughts.
Although it is hidden in the city, the key word is 'hidden'.
Cao Zhe could easily draw his sword against the powerful, but he could not slaughter the entire mountain of believers and people.
The cold wind blowing from the north, swaying in the breath of the fireworks of the Six Dynasties, became a song and a dance of water sleeves on the Qinhuai River.
Huang Xiang led the Zhenshan Division troops and galloped through the wide streets on their horses.
In the empty palace hall, Wang Yu stood alone in front of the hall, and the light in the hall flickered.
A sigh rose from the depths of the ground and continued to echo in the hall.
There seemed to be countless words of admonition, all of which were finally contained in this sigh.
Two lamas from the Snowy Mountains suddenly fell from the roof.
The palm, which was much thicker than ordinary people, hit Wang Yu hard.
Wang Yu's body was pierced by thunder, like a sharp sword, forcing the two lamas back.
"Wang Yu, President of Dayue Institute of Science and Technology!"
"What we are looking for is not you. We asked Guo Jing to come out to meet him. Everyone said that his palm skills are the best in the world among the Han people. We, two brothers, have studied under the living Buddha and have specialized in Mahamudra for forty years. We are not convinced by his reputation, so we came here. Challenge." The two lamas said in very jerky Chinese.
Wang Yudao: "Challenge you not to take the main entrance?"
"Also, this is Dayue, and this is Dayue Palace. Did you just come here?"
Amidst the loud shouts, a large number of armored soldiers, holding muskets and pushing artillery, rushed over and surrounded the two lamas.
"You have no moral integrity!" said a lama.
Wang Yu's mouth twitched: "This is the imperial court, not the world!"
"Take it!"
Then there were gunshots everywhere. Although the two lamas had great skills, they couldn't resist the bullets. They were quickly shot several times and fell into a pool of blood.
"Using people with strong bodies and nimble hands and feet to train spear formations specifically for martial arts masters does have some effect, but it's a pity..." Wang Yu shook his head and stopped thinking about that problem.
At this time, Huang Xiang arrived just in time. When he saw the two corpses being dragged out, he couldn't help but said: "This is the fourth time this month!"
"I feel something is wrong!"
Wang Yu nodded and said: "Of course something is wrong!"
"This is the latest news, take a look."
After saying that, he handed a roll of paper to Huang Xiang.
After Huang Xiang looked at it, his expression changed extremely drastically.
"The Mongols are going south again?"
"Can't the artillery array arrayed at the 13th border defense be protected?" Huang Xiang asked.
Wang Yudao: "We can stop it this year...but the weather has changed a lot. It's getting colder in the north. The materials used for our gun barrels are still not good. The temperature difference between hot and cold is too big, so the tubes can easily explode. The weather is too cold." , the problem is that the wind and snow are too heavy to ignite.”
"I will make arrangements to solve it, but...even if it is to improve a new sample, replace the equipment of the entire army, and replace it on a large scale, it will take at least three years."
Huang Xiang stopped talking when he heard the words. Instead, he seemed to have said something irrelevant.
"What about him? What are you going to do?"
Wang Yu's eyes flickered, and then he said: "He is still in retreat, leaving it to me to handle everything."
"Huang Xiang, since you are the current prince, you must shoulder important responsibilities."
"What we give you is not given in vain."
Huang Xiang suddenly smiled and said, "Did you give it to me?"
"Why don't I remember?"
"Wang Yu! I know what you are planning."
"I'm telling you right now, it's absolutely impossible!"
"He is not going to kill you, he is just looking out for the overall situation, and I... am just a woman, a woman with a small mind. If you don't know how to restrain yourself, I will kill you. As for the credit and the crime, I will bear both the blame and the blame."
After saying that, Huang Xiang walked away with a puff of his sleeves.
The captain of the Zhenshan Division, composed of dozens of martial arts masters, followed Huang Xiang closely, never leaving.
She has actually conquered the Zhenshan Division and has real power that belongs to her.
"I've already tried, and there's no way I can continue."
"This is my mistake. Even if you restrain me, it won't help. Wang Yu...just let me go!"
"This is the consequence I must bear." A voice said leisurely under the main hall.
Wang Yu was suddenly angry and his eyes were red: "No! It's such a good situation, we can't just give up. He can do it... I believe you can too."
"I can still withstand the current situation. In three years... I can survive for three years. If you still can't break the situation in three years, then I will accept my fate."
His Highness's voice was no longer heard.
There were only faint wind and thunder penetrations, and bursts of dragon roars, but they continued to echo deep underground.
