readx;? The cold night rain was sprinkled, and the cold wind was like a cold little iron snake, constantly going to the collar and cuffs, but where there were gaps in the body, the wrist guards and the leather armor on the back of the hand were dripping with water, and the hands holding the straight knife were about to freeze. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Although Wu Kedi was only in his thirties, he served as the Marquis of the infantry army under Yu Jie's hand in his early years, and fought more than a dozen battles with the Mongolian Tartars outside the Jianmen Pass, and it was during this period that he was transferred to the Ningxi Army by Yu Jie, after the Mongols did not dare to attack Sichuan and Shu by virtue of his military exploits.

At first, he was reluctant to leave the front line, but Yu Jiehe and Lin Wenzhong insisted that the Mongols would not be able to defeat Sichuan and Shu, and would definitely change their strategy and offensive line, and the Qiangui region would become a breakthrough for the Mongols, which persuaded Wu Kedi.

After Wu Kedi arrived, he did not become idle and loose because there was no fighting in the rear, but restrained the soldiers, trained diligently, and actively prepared for war, and the combat effectiveness of the Ningxi Army was also greatly improved.

However, the Mongols did not come for a long time, and the sergeants of the Ningxi army were a little complaining, and they really couldn't understand why the deputy commander had worked so hard to train the brothers, and even thought that the deputy commander had stimulated Wu Kedi on the battlefield and suffered from hysteria.

The commander of the Ningxi Army also expressed his hope on many occasions that Wu Kedi would understand the difficulties of the sergeants, minimize the frequency of training, and reduce the intensity of training, but Wu Kedi still went his own way.

On the contrary, Lin Wenzhong inspected several times, favored Wu Kedi, constantly praised Wu Kedi's military training achievements, and gave Wu Kedi enthusiasm for continuing military training, and the sergeants were miserable.

Later, the Mongols didn't even see a shadow, and even Wu Kedi himself had doubts, and began to wonder if Yu Jie's and Lin Wenzhong's grand strategy was a mistake.

It wasn't until the news of the Mongols' attack on Dali came that Wu Kedi knew how prescient Yu Jie and Lin Wenzhong were, and began a vigorous military training movement.

If it was the former Ningxi Army, who was cowering on the hillside in the middle of the night, covered with rain, rolling in the mud like a pig, so cold that his teeth were fighting, and he almost shook off his teeth, who could stand it?

But after Wu Kedi's training day and night, these sergeants of the Ningxi Army were completely unconscious, and everyone was self-disciplined, lurking like a piece of raw and cold stone, as if they wanted to merge with this hillside!

Although Wu Kedi has never publicly praised the Ningxi Army, in his heart, there is a sense of pride, this team is placed on the front line of Sichuan and Shu, and its combat power is no less than those veterans who have undergone the baptism of war!

Turning his head to look at the slaughtering sergeants around him, Wu Kedi raised his head slightly, staring at the oppressive night sky for a long time before muttering in a low voice: "General Lin... Certain... I finally lived up to your trust..."

At this time, Yang Jing seemed to feel this emotion at the same time, and glanced in the direction of the back mountain from the side of Qingliangyi.

For Wu Kedi and Chen Zhu, Yang Jing can't talk about likes and dislikes, he has long passed the age of judging people by their appearance, and before he has in-depth contact and understanding, he will not make easy conclusions for others.

He and Yang Jing sat cross-legged on the welcome hall of the post house, facing the courtyard of the post house, and they didn't light up the lights, allowing the cold night breeze to keep coming in through the cracks in the door, blowing their faces wet.

Thanks to Zong Yun's explanation, Yang Jing finally understood the essence of the three-style monument, this kung fu seems simple, but it needs majestic internal force as support, and the moves are not so frivolous on the surface, virtual and real, so that the enemy can not take the move, and more importantly, accumulate a momentum, so even if the way is clear, it will take a long time to trek before you can really enter the house.

Yang Jing temporarily put down the pursuit of martial arts, closed his eyes slightly, and used his internal strength to keep out the cold and accumulate strength.

At this time, Zong Yun asked, "How do you know that Wei Qian is that Neiying?" He was almost killed by Gou Liangsheng..."

That's right, Zong Yun already knows, and the brothers around Yang Jing also all know that Wei Qian is the Neiying, but except for Yang Jing, I'm afraid no one knows why he is Neiying.

Yang Jing opened his eyes slightly, and exhaled a long breath of turbidity, as if he wanted to spit out all the evil qi and depression accumulated in his body.

Hearing Zong Yun's question, Yang Jing smiled and said, "I've been holding it for a long time, right?

Zong Yun shook his sleeve robe and said, "Do you want to stop practicing the Monument Destroyer?"

Yang Jing's face changed suddenly, and he remembered that Shicai and Zong Yun practiced the stele destroyer, and every time he was pushed out seven or eight steps, his back almost didn't smash the door, so he said with palpitations: "Don't, everyone is a Sven, try not to do anything if you can chatter..."

Seeing that Zong Yun had withdrawn his hand, Yang Jing shrank his neck, approached Chao Zong Yun and asked, "If you are Wei Qian, can you stab yourself a few times, but the knife avoids the key point?"

Zong Yun replied without thinking about it: "It's just a trivial matter..."

"That's it, if you hold a knife in your right hand and stab yourself in the left chest, the wound shouldn't go straight up, but diagonally to the left, right?"

Zong Yun: "It's that simple?"

Yang Jing smiled and said: "It's that simple, many people will unconsciously panic when they see the blood, which affects the judgment, just ask one is Gou Liangsheng who is eager to escape, and the other is a weak civil official, the former died covered in blood, and the latter was stabbed dozens of holes, anyone who sees it, will construct the scene at that time in their minds, right?

"I didn't think too much about it earlier, but then I thought about it, Wei Qian is forbearing, unbearable, and it is useless to frame him, so everything is his bitter trick, just to gain our trust!"

"Then how can you speculate that he is the Holy Sect Master of the White Bull Sect? You must know that this person is extremely mysterious, I am also a great guest in the White Bull Sect, but even I have never seen the Holy Sect Master, and Sun Erniang is a pharmacist saint, we also have a Tianxiang Holy Maiden, Sun Erniang can't see it, why can't even the Tianxiang Holy Maiden?"

This is also the reason why everyone was in an uproar when Yang Jing said his inference at the time of the third hall, who would have thought that Wei Qian, the dignified governor of Juzhou, would be the mysterious Holy Sect Master?

This kind of inference is really too shocking, if it weren't for Yang Jing explaining his inference process and escorting the Tianxiang Holy Maiden over to confront him, he really couldn't be sure of this!

What's even more speechless is that Yang Jing said at that time that when the Tianxiang Holy Maiden saw Wei Qian at the foot of Xianyun Mountain, the change in the holy woman's expression did not escape Yang Jing's eyes.

And Wang Buliu and Zong Yun are both people who are good at observing words and feelings, even they didn't notice this, but Yang Jing saw it, what does this mean?

It shows that this color embryo has been staring at the Tianxiang Holy Maiden!

When Lu Baiyu and Song Fengya cast disdainful and angry glances at Yang Jing at the same time, Yang Jing's embarrassment at that time was really unforgettable.

However, Zong Yun still couldn't believe this: "It is said that the martial arts of the Holy Sect Master should be extraordinary, and he can stab himself with so many knives, but there is nothing at all, which shows that his martial arts attainments are high, why can't my uncle and I detect any of the slightest bit of qi being exposed?"

Climbing to the pinnacle of martial arts requires going through many tribulations, and almost every martial arts master must go through the same training, so there will always be resonance between masters, and this resonance does not need eyes to observe, just get close to be able to feel this temperament.

But neither Zong Yun nor Dong Shangzhi felt a trace of superiority from Wei Qian, which was even more unbelievable.

It is precisely based on this that even now, Zong Yun still can't accept Yang Jing's inference.

And Yang Jing knew that Zong Yun would be unconvinced, and at this time he also explained with a smile: "You can't see it, it doesn't mean that no one can't see it, isn't there still a master of the masters like me!"

Zong Yun heard Yang Jing's self-boasting, and couldn't help but raise his hand again, Yang Jing hurriedly retracted, but his expression became serious.

"This Wei Qian looks weak, but his body is extremely tough, when Erniang and Sister Baiyu treated him at the beginning, I watched from the side, this person looks thin, but in fact, he has a lean body, and the fat content of his whole body is estimated to be as low as two percent!"

"Fat content?" Although Zong Yun could often hear Yang Jing say some strange and strange terms, he was still confused about words like fat content.

Yang Jing didn't intend to give this little real person a literacy, but went on to explain: "You and your uncle are both grandmasters who cultivate internal strength, and they will focus on his internal strength cultivation, and when they find that he doesn't have the slightest internal kung fu, they will examine and analyze whether he cultivates external kung fu, so you can't see his depth at all..."

"This person really has no internal skills, but he also has no external skills, he is just a fragile ordinary man, but you say that he is the Holy Sect Master, what is the reason..."Zong Yun was gradually attracted by Yang Jing's analysis, and became more and more curious about Wei Qian.

Yang Jing didn't sell Guan Zi either, and said to Zongyun: "Is it vulnerable, I only know after beating that he has not cultivated internal skills, let alone polished his physical body to practice foreign kung fu, but he is proficient in physical skills!"

"Physical?"

"Exactly!"

"What kind of kung fu is this, why haven't I heard of it, and how do you know?" Zong Yun became more and more curious, and subconsciously moved to Yang Jing's side, and Yang Jing became proud.

"Because peerless masters all practice physical arts..."

"Say human words!" Zong Yun saw that Yang Jing was about to brag again, and even Yang Jing's strange words on weekdays were forced to speak.

Yang Jing sneered and said: "This body technique is just a general statement, let me tell you briefly, it is this Wei Qian, that is, our Holy Sect Master, he does not practice internal skills, nor does he boil his muscles and bones, he looks no different from ordinary people, but he cultivates moves, only cultivates moves, and has already cultivated moves to the peak realm!"

"It's impossible to only practice moves, how can you see it? You know, without internal strength or body bones to support, talking about moves can only be rootless trees and sourceless water, how can you make achievements... Don't you hear that if you have a force to reduce ten wisdoms, no matter how profound and subtle your moves are, if you don't have the strength to exert them, how can you defeat the enemy and win?"

Yang Jing smiled noncommittally: "I said earlier that I was watching from the side when I was treating him, his elbow joints, knee joints, ankles, shoulders, etc., have grinded out a lot of calluses, the palms have no calluses, but the back of the hands is solid, and the knuckles are thick, it can be seen that he often beats wooden stakes and practices the art of holding and wrestling sumo!"

Although Zong Yun was surprised to hear it, he didn't expect that there really was such a strange person, but he sneered mercilessly: "It's just that you stare at peerless beauties like Tianxiang Holy Maiden, and even a man like Wei Qian You look so carefully... It's really taboo for meat and vegetables..."

Yang Jing just smiled, and Zong Yun looked at Yang Jing's side face, but what he thought in his heart was that when he fought with Yang Jing earlier, Yang Jing was just like this Wei Qian, he had no internal strength, nor did he practice foreign kung fu, and his body was even more thin and slender, but he was proficient in sumo wrestling and joint wrestling techniques!

The reason why Yang Jing can see it is not just through the traces on Wei Qian's body, but because he, like Wei Qian, has simply cultivated physical arts, this is what he said, there will be resonance between masters and masters!