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At the beginning of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, the Han people were required to shave off their forehead hair and grow their hair into long braids to show their obedience to the Manchus, but the actual implementation was difficult, and it was difficult to know that Confucianism had a far-reaching influence among the Han people. I'm afraid that there are not many Han people under the rule of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and over the years, the Qing court has not been able to dominate the world, and this rule has gradually become a dead letter, whether it is Fu Lin or Xuan Ye, they have not been able to implement this matter to the end, so most Han people in the world, in terms of hairstyle, are still the style of the Ming Dynasty, and it can be regarded as avoiding the trouble of Meng Yuan, otherwise it is really an act to challenge his bottom line to let Meng Yuan play the pigtail slave of the Manchu Dynasty, and even let him go directly to the Forbidden City to talk to Xuan Ye

Meng Yuan likes to wear black clothes, but his image of the black-clothed old man has been known to the other party, this time the matter is important, but he didn't dare to be careless, put on a green cloth gown, and became a middle-aged scribe, but it was a little similar to Gan Fengchi

The boat rowed from the water, the originally calm water surface, broken in the center, a ** water pattern, glowing golden light under the light of the morning sun, Meng Yuan stopped the oar in his hand, fixed the sail, sat down on the small red clay stove by the coffee table, the kettle made a cooing sound, he lifted it gently, poured boiling water into the cup, and the tea was fragrant for a while

He picked up the small teacup, took a sip of it, and praised "Wonderful" in his mouth, and the blocks that had accumulated in his heart for many days dissipated

Haike talks about Yingzhou, and it is difficult to find a letter in the smoke and waves

The more people talk about the sky, the clouds are bright and extinguished, or they can be seen

The heavenly grandmother is horizontal, and the five mountains cover the red city

The rooftop is 48,000 zhang, and it wants to fall southeast

I want to dream of Wu Yue, and fly to the mirror lake and moon in one night

The lake and the moon shine on me and send me to the river

Gong Xie's residence is still there, and the water is rippling and the ape is crying

With Xie Gong's clogs on his feet, he climbed the green cloud ladder

Half of the wall sees the sea and the sun, and the sky smells the chicken

Thousands of rocks are uncertain, and the flowers leaning on the stones have suddenly been twilight

The bear roared and the dragon sang Yin Yanquan, and the chestnut deep forest was terrifying

The clouds are green and green, and the water is surging and smoking

The column lacks thunderbolts, and the hills collapse and destroy the stone fan of the cave, and suddenly open

The blue and dark are bottomless, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform

Ni is the clothes and the wind is the horse, and the kings of the clouds come down one after another

The tiger drum returned to the car, and the immortal people were like hemp

Suddenly, the soul throbbed with courage, and the shock rose and groaned

But the pillow of the time of awakening, the smoke of the loss

The same is true of the pleasures of the world, and everything has flowed in vain since ancient times

When will you return when you go, and put the white deer between the green cliffs,

It is necessary to ride to visit the famous mountain An can break the eyebrows and bend the waist of the powerful,

It makes me unhappy

He poured himself a drink, and when he was in high spirits, he chanted Li Bai's "Sleepwalking in the Sky and Leaving Farewell", and danced from time to time

Mengyuan is not an amorous seed, but the more this kind of character, the more he attaches importance to the people and feelings he values, although he doesn't have much affection for Ah Jiu, but he really treats the other party as his sister, so Ah Jiu's death is really beyond the bottom line he can bear, this hatred and fetters are always entangled in his heart, but he never says it

It wasn't until he tortured and killed You Tanzhi that the hatred that had accumulated in his heart could be regarded as finding a gap and venting part of it, but once this opening was opened, it could no longer be closed

He knew that hatred might bring motivation, but it would blind his mind, and before entering Beijing, he had to adjust his mood, maintain a cold heart, and entangle with all the forces in Beijing, so he chose water

Mengyuan is good water, whenever he needs comfort and calm, he will drive a small boat, go to a place surrounded by water, drink tea, drink, chant two poems, he prefers Li Bai's poems, and loves "the pen falls into a storm, and the poem becomes a crying ghost and god" But he doesn't have that madness in his character, nor does he have that talent, what he has is just a belly of conspiracy

However, even such a leisure did not last long, on the bank of the river not far from him, people roared and neighed, and the two groups chased and fled, and the fight was so lively

The person who fled was five men and one woman, dressed as Han Chinese, led by a Taoist priest, with an iron crutch in his left hand, and a long sword in his right hand that was cold and shining, sharp and exquisite, and intersected with the sword of the pursuer from time to time, as long as he was slashed by his long sword, whether it was a person or a sword, it was a sword and two points

Behind him, a young woman, who was probably running hard, sweaty, disheveled, holding a slingshot in her hand, from time to time pursued behind her

Beside her was a fat monk, with a wave of his palm in one hand to protect his body, and a half-human-high gourd in the other, the gourd was made of iron, and the fat monk who was not afraid of swords took a sip of wine from time to time, and the snow-white wine waves spurted out of his mouth, like small iron bullets, flying towards the pursuers behind

In the end, there were three middle-aged men, one was tall and thin, with ten fingers and iron rings, tall and long arms, and liked to use the rings to chisel each other's heads, and the other was a short and fat man, who could be heard from afar

The other is a middle-aged man, with a long sword, and his swordsmanship is wonderful, and he is almost not under the Taoist priest at the head

These people have their own characteristics, but it is not difficult to identify, it is the Four Heroes of Kanto---- Xuanfeng Daoren, Langyue Monk, Ten Thousand Miles Chasing Wind Willow First, Chen Yuanba and others who opened the stele with one palm, and they fought with a group of Qing soldiers and blood droplets, led by no one else, but the Sa's Twin Demons and Haiyun Monk, these three people Mengyuan didn't care too much, but his eyes fell on the other three people

At this time, the person who did it with Xuanfeng Dao was a young man, with sword eyebrows and bright eyes, a talent, but the eyebrows were quite heavy, he held a long knife in his left and right hands, the long knife in his left hand was like autumn water, and the long knife in his right hand was like the moon, not a pair, but in his hands, it was amazingly powerful and was entangled by his double knives

Fighting side by side with him was a young beautiful woman, with a short sword, not a mortal martial arts The road is weird and ruthless, extremely sophisticated, Monk Langyue was snatched in front of her by her, a round of rapid attack, and the fight was in a hurry

Between the blood droplets and arches, there was a red-robed lama, with a pair of eyes shining brightly between opening and closing, and his temples bulging high, but he was proud of his identity and did not do it himself

Meng Yuan frowned, according to the information provided by Ah Zi and Liyin, he already knew the identities of these three people, and as expected, this red-robed lama was also a congenital master

The two sides fled and fought, there should have been some time, the middle-aged man's fist and sword are quite good, one person against Haiyun, not falling behind, but the four heroes of Kanto gradually lost to the opponent, in a moment, even the distress move but the first one could not support, but it was the woman who made the slingshot, maybe it was a long time to fight tired, suddenly the feet were soft, fell to the ground, the Langyue Zen master on the side hurriedly stretched out his hand to help, was sneered by the woman, has broken into the square inch of land, only heard a clang, Langyue Zen Master a move Su Qin back sword, used a big gourd to block the opponent's sword, but the bottom of the gourd was cut off by the extremely sharp short sword, and the liquor flowed all over the ground

"Lady Wuna, Hugh hurts"

Hearing only a loud shout, Meng Yuan had already grown up, pounced on the shore like an eagle falcon, was in the air, raised his hand, and threw out two black whirring balls, steaming sparks

"Beware"

"What's that?"

"Knock"

In the extremely pungent stench, the two black balls exploded in the entanglement, billowing black smoke, and immediately flooded everyone

At the same time, the red-robed lama roared angrily, and his figure rose to the sky, facing Meng Yuan head-on

The four palms were pressed together in an instant, and there was a muffled thunderous sound, and Meng Yuan's powerful blow was actually blocked by this lama

"Tibetan Tantric Mahamudra is really famous" Meng Yuan was shocked by the palm power of the red-robed lama, and he was almost about to fall to the ground, this lama's palm strength was so good, but this time, it was no less than the power of Gui Xinshu's pair of iron fists back then, his body flew up obliquely, his waist bent, and his whole body was like a bird dancing in the air

"Soaring Sparrow"

"Great Lama, try to take me again"

That lama is none other than the second master of the Red Sect, Eyin and cloth, who was entrusted by Yun Zhen to come to help, he not only has the top hard skills of wearing a golden bell hood iron cloth shirt, but also knows a variety of exercises of Lama Tantra, this Tantric Mahamudra is one of them

He and Meng Yuan slapped each other as if nothing happened, listening to Meng Yuan's invitation to fight again, where was he willing to show weakness, Xuangong Yun, a pair of palms became larger, like two pu fans, and then they all got up to greet each other

"Bang", full of energy, Mengyuan's hundred bird palms are a collection of the strength of the whole body as a whole martial arts, in the air, can borrow the power of the momentum, such as the giant eagle pounced, the most is not afraid of hard fighting, the forehead and cloth skills are profound, the big mudra kung fu is amazing in a moment, the two of them are fighting five palms close to the two of them, and they were shocked by the palm force, and the five senses and seven orifices were shocked to bleed

Meng Yuan laughed and said: "It's enjoyable, it's enjoyable, I've heard for a long time that the martial arts of the Red Sect Tantra are very powerful, and when I saw it today, it really deserved its reputation, but it's important to save people today, I don't have time to entangle with you, and I'll come to you another day."

As he spoke, he stretched out his waist and arms, waved his big sleeves, and flew out more than ten zhang at once, and fell back to the boat

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