In Jindi, the undulating mountains and valleys spread one after another, and it was already night, and the top of the hill was full of stars. Next to the big rocks on the hill, a bonfire is burning, and the mountain rats stuck on the wood branches are roasting the meat aroma of the flames.

In the small iron pot on the side, the broth with some rat meat was also cooked, and two figures, one large and one small, with a huge difference, sat by the fire, and the small figure poured a bowl of broken dry and hard steamed buns into the soup pot.

The small figure used a knife to cut the rat meat, poured two bowls of the broth soaked in the steamed buns, and served the large bowl of broth and the relatively large half of the rat meat to the fat figure like Maitreya.

"Master, it's time to eat."

"Hmm." The mountain-like figure nodded, took the soup bowl, and then put the rat meat in front of the child, "The old class said that the poor are rich in martial arts, and they must learn martial arts, and their family must be rich, otherwise they will have no strength in their fists." When you are growing your body, eat more meat. ”

"But...... Master also has to have strength, Master is so fat......"

"When Master left, he ate alone."

"Eating alone ......"

"I secretly left during the day, and ate a lot of things in places you can't see. These are the things you don't know. ”

The fat figure picked up the soup bowl, and while talking, he took a sip, and the child next to him was obviously confused, and he held the bowl: "...... Master lied to me, right? ”

"Do you think Master won't eat behind your back?"

"Uh......"

Although the child is not big, he has been weathered for a long time, and there are many wind-cut cuts and even hard skin on his face, and he doesn't show much blush at this time, and the fat figure pats his head.

"These days, although you have made progress against the enemy, but you are still too soft-hearted on weekdays, the children you saved the day before yesterday were obviously deceiving you to eat, and you were still looking for food for them in a hurry, and then you wanted to recognize you as the leader, but they just wanted to rely on you to support them, and then you said you were leaving, and they were secretly trying to steal from you, if it wasn't for the teacher who came in the middle of the night, maybe they would have knocked you on the skull with a stone...... If you are too good, you will suffer in the end. ”

“…… But Master is not them. ”

The child muttered under his breath.

"How much is the difference between being a teacher and them? Ping'an, do you think that such a fat body of the teacher is not eaten by eating soil? The world is in chaos, and then it will be even more chaotic, and when you can't hold it, not to mention the master and apprentice, that is, the father and son, you may also have to eat each other, this year, all kinds of things, you have seen it, and the teacher will not eat you, but from now on, don't be naïve when you see anyone, first treat people's hearts as bad, otherwise you will suffer a big loss. ”

"Hmm."

The child gagged his mouth with a soup bowl and ate it with a grunt, his face was slightly aggrieved, but in the past year or two in the purgatory of Jindi, such grievances are nothing.

After eating, the master and apprentice walked in a circle around the big rock on the hill, and began to punch as they walked, which seemed soothing at first, but after the warm-up was completed, the fist gradually pulled apart, and the fists in their hands became dangerous. The huge figure hand is like a grinding plate, the footwork is like a plow, and the body shape is like a dangerous vortex between the explorations and walks, which dissolves into the Tai Chi round rotation of the power of thought, and there is a fat figure in a lifetime to understand, it is the world's top kung fu.

Although the children in the rear do not have such a power in the implementation of the trend, the boxing in their hands is like stirring the water of the river, which seems to be slow and fast, as if it is slow and solid, and it is also the atmosphere of famous teachers and apprentices. The foundation of the inner family is to fine-tune the direction of the whole body's qi and blood with the help of exercises, which is the most critical before the age of more than ten years, and the foundation of the child in front of him is actually close to completion, and he will come to the period of youth and youth, and there are not too many problems with martial arts in the world.

But the fat figure named Lin Zongwu has hopes for the child, and it is not just to dominate the world, after the boxing routine, there is a real battle, the child pounces on the fat master with a long knife, and under Lin Zongwu's continuous correction and provocation, he kills more and more powerfully.

"Taught you for so long? That's the martial arts—"

"Think about how the Jiangbei Santu humiliated you in April! Kill the person you want to save, and force you to eat! The teacher is next to him, and the teacher is too lazy to help—"

"Being a teacher is not a good person! It's so bad that you don't have anything to eat, and you have to be stuffed between your teeth by me, and you have to take out the knife and knife out...... This knife is good, you see, you are coming at the neck of the teacher......"

"You're not a good thing either—"

The child named Ping'an has also killed a lot of people in the past two years, some are forced to kill, some are deliberately killed, and when the real fire comes out, his eyes are also filled with red anger, and he shouts to kill the master in front of him, and the knife is handed to the other party.

Lin Zongwu laughed: "That's right! You don't have to keep your hands in a life-and-death fight! Think of the fire in your heart! Think of the crumbs you've seen! As the teacher told you a long time ago, the kung fu of the teacher is driven by the seven emotions and six desires, and the stronger the desire, the more powerful the kung fu! Come, come, everybody's filthy! Anyone can be killed! Since the fire of the Ming Dynasty has been burned down in the world, the pure land can be obtained——"

The wind was howling, and the distance between Lin Zongwu and his disciples was too far, no matter how angry Ping'an was, he naturally couldn't hurt him. After the pair was completed, the child was out of breath and almost out of strength, Lin Zongwu asked him to sit down, and used the Manichaean "Ming King Descending Sutra" to help him stabilize his mind. After a while, the child sat cross-legged and rested, and Lin Zongwu was also beside him, resting cross-legged.

The night was getting deeper under the stardom, and a snake came from the side, was pinched to death by Lin Zongwu silently, put aside, and after midnight, the huge figure suddenly stood up and went into the distance without a sound.

Wang Nantuo rode his horse to the agreed halfway up the mountainside, and saw Lin Zongwu's figure slowly appear on the rocky hill, and he didn't see too much movement, so he came down like flowing water.

"Congratulations, senior brother, I haven't seen you for a long time, and my martial arts have improved again."

Lin Zongwu's gaze swept over Wang Nantuo, and then he just smiled: "People are old, they have an old way of playing, and they can't talk about diligence." However, I have recently taught the child, seeing that he is young and weak, and I put myself in his shoes, and I have some experience and understanding, so you might as well try it. ”

"I'm also old, and there are some things, and the mind of picking them up from scratch is a little light, so be it." Wang Nantuo's long hair was half white, and since he was almost stabbed to death by Lin Chong's arm that night, most of his martial arts have been wasted, and he doesn't have much to think about picking it up again. Perhaps it was also because of the chaos in the world, and the realization of the poverty of manpower, but he became disheartened.

However, on the bright side, as Lin Zongwu's mind was focused on the heirs, the superficial things of the Great Bright Sect of Jindi were still carried by Wang Nantuo, and every once in a while, the two would meet and communicate with each other.

"The affairs of the Wu Dynasty, the senior brother is already clear, right?"

"yes." Lin Zongwu nodded and sighed, "Zhou Yong's abdication is too late, Jiangning is dead, I'm afraid that the new monarch will also be martyred, the Wu Dynasty is gone, and the Jurchens will be sent to the southwest with the whole country's troops, and the situation on the side of the Ning Demon is also difficult to support alone." This martial dynasty is going to lose all of it after all. ”

Although he sighed, his words were still calm—some things really happened, although it was a little difficult to accept, but over the years, many clues had already been placed in front of him, since he gave up Manichaeism and concentrated on teaching, Lin Zongwu has actually been waiting for these days to come.

The world has fallen, and after struggling for a long time, everyone is powerless to return to the sky after all.

"Na Ning Demon responded to Xi Yin's words, but he was still very tough."

Ning Liheng...... He responded to everyone's words, and he was very tough, even if he looked down on him, he had to admit that he was a master of a generation in the Golden Palace. It's a pity, the Wu Dynasty is dead. When he was in Xiaocanghe, against the world's million army, he finally had to flee to the southwest, and survived, such as today's decision, the Jurchens do not regard the Han people as people, Jiangnan is just a standing army of more than two million, plus the Jurchens drive and loot, to the southwest to fill in millions, three million, five million...... Even 10 million people, I don't think they have any pity......"

When he said this, he sighed: "You say, where can the southwest hold on?" Now is not the period of Xiaocanghe, beat him all day, and he has nowhere to hide. ”

Wang Nantuo was silent for a moment, and sighed: "...... However, recently, the person surnamed Lou was mobilizing believers to go to Gaizhou to fight back, and she greeted me, so I came to discuss with you, senior brother. ”

"Incarnate Xuannu......" Lin Zongwu nodded, "Let her go, the Wu Dynasty is almost over, and the Jurchens don't know when they will return, and then it will be a catastrophe." I see she's in a hurry...... It's useless. Senior brother, I don't understand military affairs, it's hard for you, you don't have to stand up to her in this matter, let her go......"

The world was in turmoil, Lin Zongwu made several moves, wanting to get something, but finally fell short, at this time he was disheartened, and Wang Nantuo could see it completely. In fact, in the early years, Lin Zongwu wanted to unite Lou Shuwan's power to take advantage of the fire and make a descendant Xuannu, and soon after, the "Xuannu" and the "Ming Wang" series in the Great Bright Sect showed signs of confrontation.

In today's Jindi, Lin Zongwu is not allowed, Lou Shuwan wants to come by force, and the side with the title of the world's number one master can only forcibly assassinate a wave, I am afraid there is no way. And even if he wanted to assassinate Lou Shuwan, the dragon king Shi Jin who was following the other party was definitely not something that Lin Zongwu could kill if he said he would kill him.

The senior brother walked in the mountains for a while, and Wang Nantuo said, "That Ping'an nephew, how has he been teaching recently?" ”

"He has talent and perseverance, but his heart is still much worse, and when it is so dangerous today, Thaksin people trust too much."

"It's still a kid after all."

"yes, it'll be okay slowly." Lin Zongwu smiled, "In addition, he has always wanted to go back to find his father. ”

"When I first rescued him, didn't I go back to Vaud to find him?"

"After all, I haven't found it, I recently learned martial arts, and I want to find it all the way back."

"There's a lot of chaos in the canton of Vaud......"

"Therefore, it is also a good thing, the heavens will descend on the people, and they must first strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, and empty their bodies...... I won't stop him, I'll go with him. Lin Zongwu stood on the mountainside and took a breath, "Look at now, this starry sky is full of stars, and in a few years, I am afraid that it will be gone, and when the time comes...... You and I may not be there anymore, it will be a new world, a new dynasty...... Only he will survive in the new troubled times and live beautifully, as for those who are in front of the general trend of the world, they will be slowly crushed by the general trend after all...... Three hundred years of light, three hundred years of darkness, the Wu Dynasty has been sitting in the world for too long, it is time for this troubled era to take its place......"

Wang Nanda was speechless bitterly.

Lin Zongwu sighed.

"In the past, there was the Anshi Rebellion and the Five Chaos of China...... This chaotic era of the Han people may have just begun......"

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On the same night, in the northwestern prefecture, the wind was blowing ominously across the fields.

Occasionally, the fires lit up, screams and neighing horses rang out, and under the night sky, the Mongol flags and horses swept across the land.

Located on the stone mountain beam on the north bank of the Yellow River, the city of Fuzhou, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack, is falling into speckled fires at this time.

That night, the fighting was over, but the slaughter continued. Located in the high place of Fuzhou on the Zhefu Square, the blood of the soldiers of the Western Army of the Zhejia family flowed like a river, and the heads of the people were built into a Jingguan, and the half-blood-stained Zhe Keqiu was tied to the pillar in front of the square, and by his side, the heads of the Zhejia family and children were scattered on the ground one by one.

Someone was laughing in the night wind: "...... I beg you to have it today! You betrayed the Wu Dynasty, you betrayed the Northwest! I can't believe you've tasted this today—"

The sad cry of the daughter of the Zhe family was still not far away, and it was the middle-aged man in the square who laughed at Zhe Keqiu, he grabbed a human head on the ground, kicked it in the face of Zhe Keqiu, Zhe Keqiu was full of blood, and struggled on the pillar while roaring, but of course to no avail.

“…… Look at your little son's head! It's so good, haha - my son's head was also cut off like this by the Jurchens! You traitor! Brute! Bastard! Now the Wu Dynasty is also dying! You can't escape! You can't escape! Look at me! You want to kill me? Want to bite me to death? I'm in the same mood as you! You three-surnamed house slave, old brute-"

The middle-aged man's roar was heard in the wind, and the excitement was almost crazy.

Since the shame of Jingping, the seed master Dao and the seed master have died on the way to resist Jin, Zhou Yong succeeded to the throne and moved south, giving up the Central Plains, and the will to resist Jin has never been strong. Later, in the Battle of Xiaocanghe, the Jurchens were menacing, and the pseudo-Qi also raised millions of teachers, and the Zhejia officially lowered the gold.

After the First World War in the Northwest was over, the remnants of the Huaxia Army and the Northwest Plantation left the Northwest with some of the people, and the Jurchens became angry and slaughtered the entire Northwest into white land.

The Jurchens lost two founding generals in the northwest, and the Zhu family did not dare to touch this mold, and shrank their strength in the original three continents of Lin, Fu, and Feng, only seeking self-protection, until the people in the northwest died almost dead, and the corpse plague broke out, and even these three states were affected together, and after that, the remaining people in the northwest were all under the banner of the Zhejia.

Some people are glad that they are still alive in that catastrophe, and naturally there are also people who have resentments - and now that the Jurchens and Huaxia Army have left, this resentment naturally belongs to the Zhe family.

The Northwest has lived for several years, and there has always been a secret resistance, and the loss of the orthodox name of the Wu Dynasty, and when the Northwest suffered a huge tragedy, the Northwest men who have always been brave are actually not so convinced of the Folded Family. By the end of June this year, the mighty cavalry jumped out from the direction of Hengshan, although the western army resisted, so that the enemy could only hang outside the city of Sanzhou, but in September, someone finally contacted the invaders outside, and cooperated with the other party's offensive, launched a launch, and opened the gate of Fuzhou.

The leader of the resistance force is the middle-aged man named Chen Shiqun in front of him, he was originally an official of the Wu Dynasty in the northwest, his family was slaughtered when the Jurchens swept the northwest, and later surrendered, the resistance force he led was like a curse, always following the other party, lingering, at this time, this curse finally broke out in front of the eyes of the fold.

"Ah......h Ho ho ......"

Zhe Keqiu struggled, shouting loudly, and the sound he made didn't know whether it was a roar or a miserable laugh, and the two were still shouting and confronting each other, and suddenly, only a roaring sound was heard, followed by a total of five shellings. At the edge of the square, artillery was lit and shells were fired in the direction of the city's houses.

The wind was fierce, and the explosions sounded, and at the edge of the square, the conqueror spread his hand, laughing and enjoying the loud bang. His banner fluttered in the night, and a strange Mongolian language came out.

"Lose with such weapons, you-all deserve to die!"

Mongolia, thirteen wings.

—Zamuhe.