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The martial arts community in Jiangzhou City has been in turmoil recently.

Dongxing Wu came to Jiangzhou to challenge the three grandmasters and died, and then the descendants of the Dongxing family came to challenge for revenge. Then Japan's two major martial arts hall masters appeared one after another, Edo martial arts hall master Tokugawa Motoichi died at the hands of Wang Cheng, and Iga Budokan Iga Narumi, the eldest disciple of Iga Shosei, also suffered under Wang Cheng's hands.

For a while, the reputation of Wang Cheng, a disciple of the Taoist priest of Wusheng Mountain, spread, and he officially had such a number one person in the martial arts world.

Early this morning.

Wang Cheng came to Wusheng Mountain alone.

The Taoist priest of Changhe was practicing boxing in the courtyard at this time, his body was like a pine and a cypress, his fists and feet were calm and ethereal, and he vaguely carried the breath of some Taoist state of mind.

This is the reason why the Changhe Taoist saw the pure yang state of mind of the martial arts of Wusheng Mountain that Wang Cheng comprehended last time and had some understanding, but unfortunately, he still failed to comprehend the pure yang of the Dao Gate by himself. Therefore, there is only a vague breath, which only makes his boxing more calm and mellow, but cannot really raise the entire realm to a higher level.

The master can't understand the realm of the apprentice, and when such a thing happens, the master of Changhe Taoist is estimated to be the most aggrieved and helpless master in the history of Wusheng Mountain.

Wang Cheng stood quietly in the courtyard and watched the master practice boxing, the three basic boxing techniques, the earth shattering boxing method, were completely practiced in the hands of the master.

Although he comprehended the pure yang state of mind of the Daomen, Wang Cheng was still able to learn a lot of things from his master's boxing techniques, especially in the earth-shattering boxing technique.

And when the Changhe Taoist priest finished practicing the Earth Evil Fist Method, the whole person suddenly became righteous and awe-inspiring, like the blue sky and white clouds, and the horse steps under his feet also became wide open and closed, which was more fierce and direct than the Earth Evil Fist Method, and the same was true for the boxing moves, each move seemed to have a condescending attitude, as if the representative of justice judged evil!

Wang Cheng's eyes stared, his heart was slightly shocked, in the face of such a momentum of the master, he involuntarily bred a feeling in his heart that he didn't dare to look directly.

He knew that this was another supreme inner fist method of Wusheng Mountain-Tiangang Fist Method.

The peerless martial arts boxing method that can condense the strength of the gangqi, and the power and complexity of the boxing method are still above the earthly fist method.

The whole person of the Changhe Taoist priest seemed to stretch and shrink like a balloon. Every punch and every step he took was very dignified, as if every movement was going to take all his strength to continue.

Call......

Thirty-six moves.

After practicing thirty-six moves, the Changhe Taoist priest was steaming all over, and a trace of hot air could be seen coming out of his head, and he exhaled a long breath of white pi practice, and then closed his eyes to breathe qi and blood. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at Wang Cheng, his tone was a little weak, and he said with a little shame: "Tiangang Fist is one hundred and eight moves, and I can only perform thirty-six moves." ”

Wang Cheng's expression was stern, a touch of sadness flashed in his eyes, he looked at the master, and said in a low voice: "Master, you don't have to be so reluctant. ”

"I've had my own measure, and I've lived for so many years, and it's enough. ”

Taoist Changhe slowly came to the table and sat down, poured two cups of tea as usual, took a sip to himself, and continued: "My master was able to practice the Tiangang boxing method to the fullest, and he could step on the gang cloth fight between walks. When he died at the age of one hundred and twentie, he personally prophesied that I would not be able to practice Tiangang, and at most I would be able to practice the earth's shas, but only to achieve it, and I would not be able to truly practice the earth's demons to perfection, because I lacked comprehension and could not truly enter the Dao. ”

As he spoke, Daoist Changhe sighed again and said with a wry smile: "In the words of your young people now, IQ is a hard injury." I have been a dull person since I was a child, and I haven't understood a few Taoist classics after reading them for more than ten years. In fact, thirty years ago, I almost died at the hands of my opponent, but I had a breath in my heart. I haven't found a real successor yet, and I haven't practiced the Tiangang Fist Method, so I firmly believe that I won't die, and then I really didn't die. ”

The look of horror in Wang Cheng's eyes flashed and disappeared, how powerful is the master who can almost kill the master?

can only say that it is very powerful, and he can't imagine how powerful it is for the time being!

"There are many masters in the world, and there are more martial arts schools. My Martial Saint Mountain is known as the longest-inherited martial arts school in the land of China, but it is only the longest, not the most powerful. Look at how many real martial arts practitioners there are on this mountain? Except for me, it's just you, kid. ”

The Changhe Taoist sighed helplessly, his eyes were very lonely.

Wusheng Mountain can be said to have fallen in his hands.

Shaolin, Wudang and other sects have become well-known in the world.

And what about his Martial Saint Mountain?

Except for a few masters I knew back then, most of the other martial arts practitioners had never heard of it.

Wang Cheng immediately hugged his fists and said: "Master, don't worry, I will definitely carry forward my Martial Saint Mountain in my lifetime." ”

Changhe smiled lonely, drank the tea in one gulp, then looked at Wang Cheng and said with a smile: "I believe you can do it, your talent and understanding are the only ones I have seen in my life, and I have never seen you in the world." ”

Wang Cheng sat down to drink tea, did not answer, and was better to be modest.

Nagatsuru talked about what had happened in the past two days and said, "Master of the Tokugawa family, you really have to pay attention. In the battlefield of that year, the people of the Tokugawa family were the most unscrupulous, as long as they could achieve their goals, they would do anything. The Edo shogunate was the last shogun in Japan, and they never gave up hope of a resurgence, so they were very ambitious and acted ruthlessly and high-profile. ”

"I'll be careful. ”

Wang Cheng said affirmatively, killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"However, I am still alive, and they don't have the courage to come to Jiangzhou again for the time being. That Tokugawa Motoichi dared to come, it was for the Toyoshi family. No one dares to come to Jiangzhou to target my Wusheng Mountain Sect people, but you often go out, remember to be careful. ”

The Changhe Taoist said solemnly.

Wang Cheng was also a little relieved, as long as the other party didn't come to Jiangzhou, he didn't care, because it wouldn't endanger his family. If he is in the field, he has no scruples, anyway, he is alone, and he wishes that the other party would come to the master to practice for him.

"I heard that you fought with Iga Mingcheng, this son was extremely perceptive back then, and he went to Nanyang to challenge me twenty years ago, and it is said that he has only failed once. It's the eldest disciple of Iga Changsheng, and if it's not a genius, he won't accept it, so you have to be careful when you contact people from the Iga family in the future. ”

Taoist priest Changhe has become more talkative today, chattering, like an ordinary old man chatting with his juniors, hoping to finish the precautions he knows in one go, so that his juniors can live a better life.

Wang Cheng's heart was warm, he nodded, and said affirmatively: "Master, don't worry, I know that I am not Iga Mingcheng's opponent, and I will definitely pay attention to it next time I meet him." ”

"Well, you're the most self-aware of all the young people, and I'm not worried that you'll be reckless. ”

Daoist Changhe nodded, looking very relieved, and then reached out and took out an object wrapped in silk from the bench next to him, and looked at the top, it was a knife handle.

The silk was lifted, and sure enough, it was a knife, only a blade, and no scabbard.

Look at the shape similar to the Tang knife, but it is not a Tang knife, the arc of the blade is smaller, like a knife and a sword, but it is a single edge, so it is still a knife, but the shape is similar to a sword. There is a blood groove on the back of the knife, which can increase the lethality and make the wound unable to heal, and the blade is also about a palm longer than the ordinary Tang knife.

The Taoist priest of Changhe put the blade in front of Wang Cheng, his face flashed with a hint of pride, he smiled brightly, and said solemnly: "This is the knife I snatched from Iga Changsheng back then, and later I knew that this is the inheritance blade of the Iga family, and it is a famous Japanese sword, called Broken Sea! ”

Wang Cheng looked surprised, more than half a century has passed, and a steel blade that has not been wiped or maintained is as new as ever? Looking at the blade is still sharp and flashing with cold light, no one will think that this is an antique, right? This is almost the same as a brand-new blade that has just been created on the street.

"This is a treasure sword, a famous sword, and a knife of Iga Changsheng. ”

Daoist Changhe saw Wang Cheng's thoughts and smiled, "So, I stayed." At that time, on the battlefield, the top ten masters of Japanese martial arts were dispatched, the first master was Hattori Keno who used a sword, and he was also the Hanzo of the Hattori family at that time, who was defeated after five years of wreaking havoc in the land of China, and after the defeat, he returned to Japan, and never stepped into my Middle Earth half a step, and died ten years ago. ”

"The second master is Toyotomi Yoji, who used his fists, and after losing an arm, he also returned to Japan, and he is still alive and has never crossed the strait. ”

"The third master is Iga Changsheng, who was defeated by me at the time, and was taken away by me empty-handed, if it weren't for this record, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to sit in a high position later. ”

At that time, the fourth master of Japan on the battlefield was Tokugawa Hidehara, who was also the founder of the Edo Budokan, with superb sword skills and died on the battlefield. ”

"Of the top ten masters in Japan, only the top three Hattori Keno, Toyotomi Yoji, and Iga Naga lived and returned to Japan, and the remaining seven people all died on the battlefield. ”

"It's a pity that we also paid a great price for killing them at that time, killing three masters of the same level. It's a history that goes unrecorded, and no one knows it. ”

The Changhe Taoist sighed, his voice a little sad.

When he presided over the clean-up back then, why did he risk planting a curse for himself and not exterminate those warriors who fled south?

is because many people are his brothers and friends on the battlefield, and the life and death on the battlefield makes him unable to do it. So he just swept away a few rare traitors, and almost all of the others escaped unharmed.

Otherwise, the number of warriors on Hong Kong Island will be at least halved now, and the number of warriors in Nanyang will be one-fifth less. Therefore, those masters of the older generation on Hong Kong Island hated and respected Changhe, hated this person for driving them out of their hometown, and at the same time respected the old Taoist priest to give them a way out.

Wang Cheng just listened quietly, did not speak, and his mood was also very heavy. He didn't know how to open his mouth to comfort his master, and slowly stretched out his hand and picked up the Iga family's inheritance blade on the table, the famous sword cut off the sea.

Holding it in his hand, Wang Cheng suddenly felt different, very heavy, very heavy, the cold aura was pressing, the whole palm was extremely cold, and the weight was three times heavier than Dong Xingyue's knife, but the volume was only about one-tenth larger.

It's about three times denser!

Wang Cheng exclaimed slightly, the Japanese are not useless.

Daoist Changhe remembered the time for a few breaths, retracted his thoughts, looked at Wang Cheng with complicated eyes, and said in a low voice: "This knife, now I will hand it over to you." ”

"Give it to me?"

Wang Cheng said in surprise.

Changhe nodded affirmatively: "Yes, I don't have much time left, so I'll leave it to you for safekeeping." In the future, Iga Changsheng will definitely come to the door to ask for it, you have to come on. ”

Wang Cheng gasped, glared for a moment, and then looked at the blade in his hand.

Let yourself face Iga Nasei?

At that time, Iga Nagasheng was the third master in Japan, and now more than half a century has passed. Ten years ago, the first master Hattori Keno died, and only the second master, Toyotomi Yoji, is still alive, so Iga Nagasi is now the second master in Japan?

Iga Mingcheng, let Wang Cheng feel Alexander, and he will face his master in the future?

Wang Cheng's heart was heavy, but he didn't open his mouth to refuse or escape, but just held the blade heavily with both hands. This is a legacy and responsibility of the family and the nation, which he must accept and must win.

"Ten years ago, I heard that Kenxiong had passed away. Of the top ten masters in Japan back then, only Toyotomi Yoji and Iga Nagasheng were still alive, and if I remember correctly, the current physical condition of these two people, the lifespan of these two people is definitely not more than five years. So, you have up to four years to prepare. ”

Daoist Changhe said slowly, a smile overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

Wang Cheng nodded firmly in his eyes, and said solemnly: "Yes, master, I will definitely win and defeat the Japanese invaders!"

"Hahaha, okay! However, before Iga Changsheng, his disciples will inevitably come to you first, and this sword can be regarded as a test for you in advance. ”

The Changhe Taoist priest laughed, and then said sternly.

Wang Cheng wrapped the blade back with silk and said solemnly: "Master, what about Toyotomi Yoji?"

"He doesn't need you to care, I did fight with him, and there was no difference between victory and defeat at that time, but I didn't have a big affair with him, at most it was a national dispute, and my biggest enemy was Iga Changsheng. Toyotomi Yoji will inevitably set foot on my Chinese land again, but it has nothing to do with you, he will go to find another person. ”

Daoist Changhe said lightly.

Wang Cheng's expression was a little more relaxed, he still thought that he was going to face two of Japan's top masters, even if he was given four years, his confidence was not so sufficient.

What can you do in four years?

At most, he can practice the Earth Demon Fist Method, provided that he can practice the Dao Sect Pure Yang to the fullest within a year.

Back then, Iga Changsheng was defeated by the Earth Evil Fist Method, and now that more than half a century has passed, Wang Cheng's confidence in the Earth Evil Fist Method is not so strong.

At the same time, he was also a little curious, who will Toyotomi Yoji go to when the time comes?

"Okay, let you come today, that's it. Remember to go back and practice boxing more diligently, now that your Daomen martial arts have been ahead of me, I can't give you any guidance, and in the future, you will become a dragon and a snake, and it will depend on your own creation. ”

Taoist priest Changhe said with emotion and solemnly.

The last time Wang Cheng accepted his disciple Zhang Shaoyun, he had only been in the school for three months, and he was not yet a teacher. But now, Wang Cheng is really a teacher, and it has only been a little more than three months since he went from apprenticeship to teacher.

However, according to the test of Nagatsuru Taoist, he must completely defeat the invading enemies of the Iga family before he can be considered a teacher, so it is unlikely that he will be able to do so for a few years.

Having such a disciple is the luck of being a master, and it is also the greatest misfortune, which is a great fortune for the master and a great misfortune for the individual.

Wang Cheng smiled and said, "Master, don't worry, I know it in my heart." ”

"Alright, then you can go down the mountain if it's okay. ”

Daoist Changhe said slightly tiredly.

Wang Cheng stood up, took the famous Japanese knife wrapped in silk to cut off the sea, respectfully clasped his fists and saluted the master, and then turned around and left, all the way down the mountain, his heart was very heavy.

Japan's top ten masters, it sounds a little lofty, Alexander. He only has four years at most, and maybe Iga Nagasheng will be killed tomorrow.

Jingle Bell ......

On the way, the old-fashioned ringtone of Wang Cheng's mobile phone rang, and when he saw that it was an unfamiliar number, he hesitated for a moment, but still answered.

"I'm at the airport to get on the plane. ”

On the phone, a cold voice came from the phone.

Wang Cheng was stunned for a moment, then thought that this was Dong Xingyue's voice, looked at the blade in his hand, and said lightly: "Go slowly." ”

"Next time I'll be stronger than now. ”

Dong Xingyue said coldly.

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it, I hope you don't disappoint me. ”

Wang Cheng still said indifferently, as if it didn't matter.

Just now on the mountain, the master found him a second master in Japan as an enemy, so now in the face of the provocation of his disciple Dong Xingyue, he really doesn't look at it very much.

Hearing that Wang Cheng didn't care from the bottom of his heart, Dong Xingyue just snorted coldly and hung up the phone directly.

Wang Cheng also put the phone in his pocket casually, didn't take it to heart, and walked briskly towards home.

The next day.

Wang Cheng took Zhang Shaoyun and got on a special plane to Hong Kong Island.

On the plane, Zhang Shaoyun held a primary Taoist book with a depressed face, and carefully flipped through the pages one by one. This is the study task assigned to him by his master Wang Cheng, and he must carefully study a Taoist classic every week, and after reading it, he will write a piece of his own perception when the time comes. This is even more uncomfortable than killing Zhang Shaoyun, when he went to college, his homework and graduation thesis were written by spending money to find a top student, and now he may not be able to write a 500-word elementary school essay.

"Master......"

Zhang Shaoyun leaned behind Wang Cheng again, and prayed in a low voice: "It's good for me to see it, feel something, can you ......?"

"If you don't write, you'll go back to the East China Sea. ”

Wang Cheng didn't take his eyes off the Tao Te Ching in his hand, and said lightly.

Zhang Shaoyun sighed, could only sit back depressedly and continued to look carefully. Before, Wang Cheng asked him to read the classics, and he just coped with it, but now he has to write his homework, if he is not serious, he will not be able to write his homework. He knew that if the master could say it, he would be able to do it better, and when the time came, he would really drive him away, but he would be depressed.

Wang Cheng's heart was ethereal, he didn't think about anything, he realized Taoist inaction, and his eyes just unconsciously looked at the handwriting on the Tao Te Ching in his hand.

If the Huangting Neijing Sutra is the general outline of Daomen's health preservation and martial arts, then the Tao Te Ching is the general outline of the Daomen's classics. Therefore, Wang Cheng now carries these two Taoist classics with him, and reads them twice a day, and then uses them as a basis to study other Taoist classics.

Along the way, Wang Cheng's whole person seemed to disappear there, without any sense of zài. The flight attendants would even deliberately pass by Wang Cheng's side from time to time to confirm that the young man was still there, and only then did they breathe a sigh of relief when they found that he was still holding an ancient book reading.

Whew......

The plane landed at Hong Kong Island Airport.

Wang Cheng's state changed, his eyes like a pool of stagnant water fluctuated slightly, and then he packed up his things and got off the plane with his apprentice Zhang Shaoyun.

Huo Youwen, as usual, had been waiting here for a long time, came up to help with things, and was also very polite to Zhang Shaoyun.

"Wang Cheng, you may have some trouble going to my master this time. ”

When sitting in the car, Huo Youwen said to Wang Cheng behind him in a stern tone.

A trace of thought flashed in Wang Cheng's eyes, and he asked, "Is it someone from the Ye family, or someone from the Yuan family, or someone from the Nanyang Zhou family?"

The only ones who have had a holiday with themselves and don't deal with Huang Delin are these three families.

"The Ye family, I sent a message yesterday to challenge you. ”

Huo Youwen's tone was solemn and authentic.

Wang Cheng's expression was calm, and he said curiously: "Who is it?"

"Ye Qunsheng!"

Huo Youwen said sternly.

This is the first master of the young generation in the martial arts world on Hong Kong Island, and Huo Youwen is a young master who has no temper. R1152