"This temple warrior has bad intentions."
Wang Jingya was so angry on the side that she squeezed the handles of the two hammers and made a squeaking sound.
I wish I could find Andre himself and fight with a hammer.
"Too arrogant, too arrogant. You are bullying me, Daqingrenren..."
This person's behavior is also easy to guess. He challenged martial arts escort agencies all the way, and he specifically chose famous figures to challenge him.
Once you win, you will immediately publicize it. If no one can beat you head-on, if this continues, the backbones of Da Qing Kingdom's warriors will be broken.
A warrior's victory, defeat, life and death are just ordinary and nothing.
The most cruel thing about this move is that it exposed all the unbearable qualities of the Qing people... It made the already wandering scholars and the poor and helpless people realize in their hearts that the foreigners were invincible and the Qing people themselves Just the perception of weakness, low numbers, etc.
When the time comes, no one needs to say anything. When I see foreigners, my knees go weak. It’s like meeting my own parents. There are filial sons and grandsons everywhere.
In the past, the people and officials of the Qing Kingdom had already had this tendency, but they only hid it deep in their bones and would not say it openly.
After all, everyone has a sense of shame.
However, from the newspaper reports controlled by these reformers, it can be seen that many people can't wait to start advocating that foreigners are strong and learn from foreigners.
Perhaps, in their hearts, this kind of article praising the power of foreigners is just a show of goodwill. In order to make the reform progress more smoothly, they want to make the relationship between the two parties further.
But this is an extremely dangerous sign.
Official newspapers, as well as the front lines of public opinion, began to fall and worship. There will never be a second voice in this world.
"His heart can be killed, his heart can be killed!"
Although Wang Jingya is a member of the female class and has been taught and nurtured by Wang Wu, she can see these things more clearly than some of the big men in the capital.
At this time, his eyebrows were raised, and he only regretted that he was not strong enough, otherwise he would have fought directly.
From time to time, she would secretly glance at Zhang Kun with her eyes, and it was easy to tell what he was thinking.
"It's useless to look at me. Andre is a temple warrior chief and cannot be treated as a martial arts fighter. This trick is so cruel. He can only choose the target, and he can't even refuse to fight. There are so many eagles around him. National soldiers and journalists from various countries, if we do something wrong, we will be criticized... Even if we are shot to death indiscriminately, there is no explanation."
Zhang Kun shook his head.
You can't go to the temple. If you really beat someone to death and were photographed by reporters, it would be the biggest diplomatic incident of this century.
Who knows, as soon as this incident came out, all countries in the world, as well as the Daqing imperial court, would all target him and send troops to arrest people.
Especially for the Daqing court, it was not a big problem to offend senior officials of the country. If you offend foreigners, believe it or not, the Five Cities Military and Horse Division and Fengtai Camp will be mobilized...
Not to mention the soldiers and horses under the command of the nine admirals, they were the vanguard at the forefront.
"Could it be that we can only watch helplessly like this?"
Wang Jingya walked around the medical clinic for a while, always feeling a little unhappy, so she simply stayed out of sight and out of mind.
He threw the newspaper away and ran to the front hall to help Li Xiaowan see a doctor.
Just as I grabbed a pair of medicines, I heard a commotion at the door. In a blink of an eye, I saw a lot of people coming in.
"Master..."
"Master, it's important to treat the injury. Don't get up."
"Master, victory or defeat is a common thing for a soldier. Let's heal our wounds and compete with him again."
The voices, big and small, were all filled with tears, heartache, sadness, and pathos, which made people feel heartbroken when they heard them.
"Ahem...ahem, no need. I can still afford to lose, but I am ashamed of myself...I am ashamed of my ancestors and ancestors. This boxing technique has been humiliated in my hands, and I am shameless in public..."
An old voice coughed a few times and then spoke intermittently. After a pause, he asked again: "Is Master Zhang Kun here?"
"Mr. Yuanda."
Zhang Kun reached the front of the stretcher with one quick step, stretched out his hand and pressed down, stopping the other person from getting up.
At one glance, I couldn't help but frown.
The last time I saw this old boxer was at the stage not far from the door.
At that time, Mr. Yuanda, as the notary of the life and death contest, had an air of immortality that made people respect him when he saw him.
Mr. Yuanda was a very virtuous young man, and he was kind to others. Moreover, he taught his disciples freely and did not hide anything for himself.
Therefore, he is highly respected by warriors from all walks of life. He is not called by his first name on weekdays, but is called Mr. Da.
Zhang Kun still remembered that before he took the stage that day, the great gentleman secretly reminded him to leave the capital as soon as possible and not to enter the ring.
This sentence was wrongly judged, and later proved to be unnecessary.
However, Zhang Kun asked himself, what if his strength was not that strong.
Perhaps, following Mr. Yuanda's advice is the best way...
Because the opponent has almost made it clear that Zhang Chonghua has hidden part of his strength and will have a narrow escape from death.
Therefore, judging from Mr. Yuanda's original intention, what he said was actually a good intention.
Regardless of whether he listened or not, Zhang Kun still understood the other party's kindness.
When I looked at it, I saw a large dent in Mr. Yuanda's chest, and blood was still gurgling out...
The tattered clothes couldn't cover up the broken bones and the big hole in his chest.
If it weren't for decades of self-cultivation and martial arts training, his cultivation would have reached the level of Huajin, and his bone marrow's blood-producing function would be extremely powerful. At this time, Mr. Yuanda should have died long ago.
Even if he could force himself to go to the hospital, he could only barely survive and could no longer hold on.
"It's important to stop the bleeding first."
Zhang Kun quickly took out the silver needle and stabbed it into several large acupuncture points with a whooshing sound.
This is just treating the symptoms rather than the root cause, just delaying it.
With his medical skills, there was obviously nothing he could do about this kind of injury, even if Li Xiaowan was added to it, it would be useless.
The little girl stood aside and watched quietly, with pity on her face, lowered her head and sighed softly.
"Do not bother."
Mr. Yuanda stretched out his hand to stop Zhang Kun's subsequent movements and said with a wry smile: "I have been teaching boxing for forty years. I just wanted to spread my boxing skills all over the world and not lose the reputation of my ancestors. But I didn't expect that, When I get old, I have lost such a big face and lost at the hands of foreign devils... I have lost my life. It doesn't matter. I just lament that the master's boxing and sword skills have not been passed down completely. It is a pity, a pity..."
After saying a few words, he was out of breath, turned around with difficulty and shouted softly: "Wen Li, bring me my knife."
"Master!"
A middle-aged man with an honest face came forward with a knife on his knees, his eyes were red, and he choked with sobs: "This injury can be cured, don't..."
"Silly boy."
Mr. Yuanda took the knife in his hand and sighed.
Zhong Wenli is his eldest disciple, but unfortunately, his talent is not that good.
After practicing Plum Blossom Quan and Plum Blossom Sword for more than thirty years, he has only just reached the level of Dark Strength Yijin, which is much weaker than several of his junior brothers.
However, the good thing about this disciple is that he is very obedient.
On weekdays, when teaching new disciples, he is also conscientious and does not have too many messy thoughts.
When Andre stepped onto the gym to challenge, he also wanted to play, but he couldn't compete with several juniors.
In the end, just because of this reason, a life was saved.
I don’t know if this is luck or sadness?
After his death, the Capital Plum Blossom Fist lineage will just be dispersed...
Mr. Yuanda took a deep look at Zhong Wenli, glanced at the disciples who were standing with hunched backs and no energy, and then turned to look at Zhang Kun.
"Master Zhang, I have a sword technique, would you like to take a look at it?"
The old man's voice was trembling, and there was a hint of pleading hidden deep in his eyes.
"It's my wish, but I don't dare to ask for my ear."
Zhang Kun held his hands in awe.
"When my master taught this sword technique to me, he once said that when the five internal organs are not adjusted and the internal strength is not generated, you cannot force yourself to practice it. Otherwise, you will be sad, hurt your lungs, and all the five internal organs will be hurt.
I am incompetent. I am nearly ninety years old, but I still only have a superficial grasp of it. I am really ashamed. If I had been able to really use this sword technique when facing the foreign devil, I wouldn't have ended up in this situation. It was an insult to the teacher and the country. I am guilty. "
Mr. Yuanda slowly climbed up from the stretcher and stood in the lobby, holding the handle of the knife behind his back, standing as tall as a pine tree.
A trace of red suddenly appeared on his face, and he became very energetic.
The wind in the hall blew up his blood-stained robe, revealing his bleeding and hollow chest, making people feel heartbroken when they looked at it.
"This sword technique only has five moves, which are combined into one move. It is called the Five Yun Plum Blossom Slash. I can only use it once..."
Mr. Yuanda holds the knife in his hand, his eyebrows are calm, as if he has returned to the time when he first learned the art.
At this time, he was not him, but Master Zhou who taught the art that day.
"The first sword hides fire in the heart, burning blood to ask the sky, and setting fire to the prairie fire!"
Mr. Yuanda suddenly moved, and the long knife in his hand was stained with a trace of blood, like boiling flames, roaring into the sky.
This is an illusion, an illusion, but it surprisingly makes everyone present feel a kind of heat that burns gold and corrodes bones.
The disciples couldn't help but took a few steps back.
The sword's light was like fire and light, drawing a strange bright red in the air and suddenly disappearing.
At that moment when the bright red color disappeared, only Zhang Kun noticed that the five internal organs of the old man's body and his heart suddenly lost all vitality, and even the vitality was burned out, and this sword technique broke out.
This is using the last glow of life to perform a sword move.
He felt a pain in his heart, but he didn't make a sound. He just quietly watched the traces of the sword light, the flow of energy and blood, and the use of techniques.
Confirmed one by one in my heart.
"The second knife, the liver hides the wood, anger arises from the heart, and the big tree will live forever."
The light of the sword was like a curtain, and suddenly it turned into a boundless mountainous field covered with greenery, with vines and grass growing, tall trees, and endless vitality.
Correspondingly, the liver in Mr. Yuanda's body suddenly lost its vitality, and his eyes became slightly cloudy.
"Master."
Zhong Wenli obviously understood and couldn't help crying sadly, tears rolling down his face.
"The third sword, the spleen contains earth, the virtues carry everything, and the fertile fields are thousands of miles away."
A thick yellow blade light hovered in front of him.
"The fourth sword, the lungs belong to gold, the golden wind and drizzle will kill all things..."
As the old man's body turned, the light of the sword was like silk and rain. It was as if he had returned to the cold season of autumn wind and autumn rain, which made people feel cold inside and outside his heart.
"The fifth knife, the kidney stores water, from soft to strong, the sea is boundless..."
He used his last sword, and endless waves seemed to appear in front of and behind him, one after another, seemingly endless, wanting to destroy everything.
The light of the sword stopped in mid-air, and before the afterglow of the five swords was completely dissipated, the air suddenly became cold and cold. The eyes were filled with frosty white, and bright red petals appeared, forming an illusory fiery red wintersweet.
"The prosperity is gone and the frost and snow are cold."
Mr. Yuanda's gray hair has turned to snow-white, his skin is loose and withered, his complexion is gray and sallow, his eyes are cloudy and orange, and he can no longer see anyone clearly.
He murmured something, and a smile appeared on his lips.
"Did you see clearly?"
"I see clearly." Zhang Kun bowed his head to the ground and said, "Congratulations to Mr. Yuanda."
"Don't accept the challenge. Avoid it if you can... avoid it."
After Mr. Yuanda said the last sentence, his body fell limp and his breath disappeared.
Zhang Kun held him up and felt that the old man's body became very light. It seemed that this time he moved the knife, all his energy and spirit were taken away, leaving only an empty shell.
He let out a long sigh and thought to himself: "How can I escape from your love?"
Perhaps the old man didn't want to risk himself and face Andre. Because if you lose, you will die, but if you win, there may not be a good ending.
When the Qing Dynasty is weak, fighting the foreign devils, no matter whether you win or lose, is a mistake.
It is said that a weak country has no diplomacy.
It's more than just a lack of diplomacy...
The country is weak, and they don't even have the qualifications to stand up straight.
Several sword techniques passed through his mind one by one. For the first time, Zhang Kun did not burn his dragon energy points and felt a change in his martial arts.
A golden light flashed before his eyes, and in the Liuhe Sword Technique column of the attribute column, the word "Liuhe" suddenly disappeared, and the word "Sword Technique" appeared instead.
Following the column of "Sword Technique" is the level of Perfection and Sword Intent.
Among the five internal organs, the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, an invisible and intangible seed appeared, slowly taking root and sprouting.
His sword technique seems to have a life, and the power of the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth can be moved according to his will.
This is an illusion, and not just an illusion.
If the mind is strong enough, it can turn the imaginary into reality and trigger the inspiration of heaven and earth.
'This is the true sword intention... It turns out that what I realized before, whether it was fist intention or sword intention, was just a prototype and could not even reach the first level.
Now, the five internal organs have gathered the spirit, and the will has taken shape, and only then has the true sword intention been generated. '
It is obviously not possible to test the knife at this time.
I don't know how powerful this move "Five Yun Plum Blossom Slash" is.
He just felt sorry for Mr. Yuanda's death.
Even if this old man is dying, he does not want his sword skills to be lost.
It's because none of his disciples can reach the level of Zang training, not even the realm of marrow cleansing.
Not only is it impossible to use this sword move, but it is also very difficult to simply comprehend and remember it.
Rather than letting this sword art gather dust and be taken underground, it would be better to pass it on to outsiders.
The difference between doors, at this time, was not at all in his consideration.
Such a demeanor is really admirable and respectable, and he has truly achieved the ultimate in inheriting the fire...
Listening to the cries all around, a trace of sadness flashed through Zhang Kun's eyes... How can I not remember the revenge of your death after receiving the kindness of passing on the sword from you?
I accept this cause and effect!
…
The Plum Blossom Boxing Gym sign has been taken down.
Because people died, in addition to the three major boxing masters, even the owner of the gym, Mr. Yuanda, also died.
Most of his disciples have the intention to leave.
Zhong Wenli, the only remaining An Jin disciple, is not a qualified person who knows how to run a boxing gym.
His prestige did not convince the public, so the court became much more neglected.
This is what is said when a tree falls and the hozens scatter.
No wonder people’s hearts are complicated.
No, during the funeral, even some old friends who were close to each other on weekdays came and went in a hurry. Not even a single word was mentioned about how to revive the Plum Blossom Boxing Gym.
Just silently bow, worship, and leave.
He has no intention of sharing the same hatred with them.
Zhang Kun saw this and lamented the warmth and coldness of human relationships, but didn't say much.
He came here to calm things down and stop others from causing trouble.
Although he was valued by Mr. Yuanda and had to teach him a sword technique, he was still an outsider and had no position to recruit disciples and regain the reputation of Plum Blossom Quan.
In fact, he can't even do Plum Blossom Boxing.
It was getting late, and Zhang Kun was planning to go back to the medical gym, when a large group of people hurriedly passed by in front of the Meihua Boxing Gym.
These people have strong steps and strong voices.
He is obviously a martial arts practitioner.
The man with a short collar and a sword walking in front of him urged as he walked: "Hurry up, if you go late, you won't be able to see the challenge. I don't know what the foreigners think. In two days, I even picked three martial arts and escort agencies." Not satisfied yet, he went all out to attack the Yuanshun Escort Agency and wanted to challenge Da Dao Wang Wu. It is really audacious."
"Who says it's not the case... The Fifth Master is famous in the capital, and a big sword is unstoppable. Although the foreigner is tyrannical, he only relies on the strength of his body and bones to hurt others. It is impossible to defeat the Fifth Master. "
"This can't be said well. When the foreigners challenged Mr. Yuanda of the Plum Blossom Boxing Hall, no one said that the foreigners did not overestimate their own capabilities and only relied on crude Western fighting methods. If they wanted to compete with Grandmaster Huajin, they could only do it You humiliate yourself, what’s the result?”
Someone immediately disagreed.
"I don't know how the foreigner practiced, but he trained his whole body to be extremely hard, like iron. Even with Mr. Yuanda's hard and soft boxing technique, he couldn't be beaten at all. Even Grandmaster Yuanda drew his sword in his hand, The cuts on his body only produced a few bloody marks, and the skin was not cut. Is it possible that the Plum Blossom Boxing is really just a show, it just looks good but cannot kill the enemy?"
These people were walking in a hurry, and while talking, they admired the foreigner Andre very much, and even suspected that Plum Blossom Boxing could not be used.
This is the embarrassment of various schools of boxing.
Things happen because of people, and bad things happen because of people.
Once someone loses in the ring, everyone in the world will doubt him and think that this boxing technique is just a trick to coax children.
This is not only true here, but also true in another world.
At that time, martial arts basically became dance. It has become a joke among the people in the streets and after dinner.
Speaking of being invincible, when it comes to fighting, it's all bullshit.
For decades, it has been rubbed hard by the fighting boxing methods of various countries, and no one has taken up the banner of martial arts.
Is this the fault of martial arts?
No, it’s people who are not good...
In Zhang Kun's view, boxing does not distinguish between north, south, east and west, but people.
Whether you are strong or not depends not on boxing skills, but on the person who practices martial arts...
If you can't practice well and only know the basics, that's not inheritance, it's humiliation.
For future generations like this, even if we give them a set of immortal techniques to practice, what's the use? Still can't beat anyone.
'So, this is Mr. Yuanda's true intention, holding on to his last breath, running to my Baicaotang to pass down the Wuyun Plum Blossom Sword. '
If future generations are unworthy, no matter how hard they practice Plum Blossom Boxing, they may end up being humiliated by Western and Eastern people. At that time, that would be the real insult to the Patriarch and bring shame to him.
