This night, Zhu Xiongying, who was lying in bed, had insomnia for a long time.

He tossed and turned on the bed, he really couldn't sleep, so he simply sat up and said in a low voice: "Big companion, is there really a longevity and immortal martial arts in the world?" ”

Zhu Xiongying thought in his heart: "If my emperor wants to be strong for a thousand years, there are still many things I need to do, let alone live to be a hundred years old......

However, the first five-year plan of the Ming Dynasty is about to be released, and most of it is bloody, and it is unfortunate that he is in the whirlpool of power.

Zhou Kuan, who was silently serving in the outhouse, sitting on a chair as if he had not slept yet, opened his eyes and said with a light smile: "Emperor Sun, the martial arts in this world, the outsiders only think that the martial artist is more brave in running, jumping and jumping, but the slave has been practicing martial arts with the Taoist since he was a child, and has seen the master of the hidden world, seventy or eighty years old, and the spirit comes and goes freely in the mountain stream, and the breath of a hundred catties of firewood on his back is not at odds, and the young and strong men can't catch up. ”

Zhu Xiongying sat up and wondered: "That killing technique can also maintain health?" ”

Zhou Kuan came out of the outhouse, he and Zheng He were both personal servants, serving by Zhu Xiongying's side at any time, although he and Zheng He never said, but Zhu Xiongying vaguely guessed that he and Zheng He were the dead soldiers and spies that the emperor's grandfather Zhu Yuanzhang placed by his side to guard, and the other was the dead soldiers arranged by his father Zhu Biao and Cao Guogong Li Wenzhong by his side.

Both of them have kung fu, but Zheng He's kung fu is mostly based on Mongolian wrestling.

Zhou Kuan, on the other hand, learned battlefield killing techniques.

"Naturally, it can."

Zhu Xiongying turned over, brought a bench, asked Zhou Kuan to come into the room and sit down, and said: "I can't imagine that this battlefield killing skills have been practiced to the extreme, and they can also maintain their health, which is a bit interesting......"

Zhou Kuan smiled bitterly and excused himself, and said, "Little master, the ceremony must not be abolished." ”

He sat down with Zhu Xiongying, gave Zheng He a look, and instructed Zheng He to bring a big tonic soup, and then said: "If the world talks about the ultimate in martial arts killing skills, it is none other than the former Han Chen Youliang old general Zhang Dingbian, this person can be called the world's first fierce general, when the Poyang Lake water battle, he beheaded my three Ming generals, and broke into the upper seat of the boat fifty steps, if it wasn't for the Kaiping Wang Chang General shot him down the water with an arrow, it was really ......"

Zhou Kuan's eyes flashed with sighs, the battle that year was earth-shattering, hundreds of thousands of people on both sides fought in Poyang Lake, Zhang Dingbian had the courage of ten thousand people, and led dozens of deaths to kill the upper dragon boat, almost allowing him to capture the upper Chinese army.

Chen Youliang old Han and Daming, the two dragons can not see each other, both sides are heroes at that time, and they are competing for the destiny of heaven.

The theory of luck is wonderful, mysterious and mysterious, Chen Youliang calculated the heavenly opportunity, after all, he was inferior to Zhu Yuanzhang in terms of use, and Zhu Yuanzhang calculated by fraud, and lost hundreds of warships in Longwan, Shiqiao, Jiangdong.

And the Ming Dynasty is lucky, the python swallows the dragon and snake, the blood casts gold scales, since then the dragon is in the sky, the ethereal blue sky and white clouds, the national strength and luck fight Xiaohan, and there is no rival in the world.

Both sides are fierce generals, and the repeated battles between each other are quite legendary.

Zhu Xiongying also knew about Zhang Dingbian, a fierce man, but he only knew that he lived a long time, and he didn't know that he actually killed three generals.

"Who is more powerful, he or me?"

Zhou Kuan sighed and said: "If you talk about personal martial arts, the king of Kaiping is known as 'Chang 100,000', and one person can reach 100,000 troops!" If the Kaiping King is killed in the land war, he will serve with his life, and only bring hundreds of personal soldiers to fight the Northern Yuan Dynasty tens of thousands of cowardly Xue army, I have followed the Kaiping King many times to fight, and I have seen him lead hundreds of elite soldiers to face the Yuan army, his personal barracks are heavily armored, one person and three horses, the Yuan army can still resist when one horse is lacking, and the Yuan army has dispersed when the two horses are tired, and the Yuan army has been dispersed when the king of Kaiping straddles three horses, the elite of the Yuan army has been defeated, and there is no enemy under the gun, and thousands of soldiers are surrendered. ”

"So fierce?"

Zhu Xiongying's eyes lit up, he only felt that his personal bravery was exaggerated before, but at this time, listening to Zhou Kuan, a veteran of a hundred battles, he couldn't help but yearn for it.

"The courage of the king of Kaiping, the brave crown of the Ming Dynasty!"

"That Zhang Dingbian, but another way, this person has refined the martial arts killing skills to the extreme, if it is a small force encounter, he will mention it in one go, can kill hundreds of people without a problem, one to his long knife in his hand is sharp, is one of the few magic soldiers in the world, and secondly, he has reached the realm of indulgence and qi cultivation, the most important thing in the martial arts killing technique is the dantian breath, master the mystery of this qi machine, the battlefield can kill half an hour in one breath, the strong such as the king of Kaiping, can not feel tired for several hours."

"Ordinary pawns, after a fight, are like old dogs."

"How many hours?"

Zhou Kuan squinted and nodded.

"Martial artists practice muscles and bones on the outside, and practice a breath inside, and the health preservation techniques of martial arts focus on quenching and refining qi inside. Killing techniques, is the outside practice of domineering killing skills, internal auxiliary qi skills, slave heard the old Tao once said, the earliest martial arts, is created for killing and conquest, and then gradually simplified, classified, there is a difference. ”

Zheng He brought the big tonic soup, Zhu Xiongying took a big sip and took a big sip, picked up a few duck kidneys to chew, he pouted and asked, "If you don't refine qi, what will be the impact of going to the battlefield?" ”

Zhou Kuan smiled lightly, but looked at Zheng He.

Zheng He understood and said: "Little master, if you are an ordinary person, you have never practiced the method of nourishing qi, and you go to the battlefield and see the opposite military horse fighting, and the blood rushes to the sky, you have to lie on your hands and feet regularly, not to mention rushing to kill, when the military horse rumbles and rushes, it is already trembling, lying on the ground like a lamb to be slaughtered, and you can't run." ”

"Seeing the blood, there is another saying, because the two armies are fighting, the emphasis is on the fight against the opposite side between the conversion of the gas machine, the fighter plane is fleeting, and the other is long, if our army has warriors who have practiced battlefield killing skills, there is no need for too many, there are only dozens, leading thousands of troops, resisting that moment of breath and fighting, but slaughtering tens of thousands of ordinary people on the opposite side, this is not nonsense."

"That battlefield fight, when you really fight with knives and guns, if you haven't practiced qi cultivation techniques, your hands and feet are as heavy as a thousand pounds, and you can't lift the sword, and you say that the spear is about one zhang and three feet long, and weighs more than ten catties.

Zhu Xiongying nodded thoughtfully.

He looked at Zhou Kuan and said, "Big companion, you haven't finished talking yet, is it me who is more fierce in the public level, or is that Zhang Dingbian more brave?" ”

Zhou Kuan smiled bitterly.

He shook his head lightly and grinned, "The little master has to ask, and the slave will tell the truth." ”

He pondered for a while and said: "If you judge martial arts by success or failure, it is naturally the most courageous King of Kaiping, because after Zhang Dingbian beheaded my three generals of the Ming Dynasty, he was shot down by King Kaiping with an arrow." ”

"But if it's the turn of personal martial arts, that Zhang Dingbian is undoubtedly stronger, this person can be called the first fierce general at the end of the Yuan Dynasty."

"His battlefield killing skills have been perfected, when I was three members of the Ming Dynasty hundred conquest generals went to stop him, two of them were shouted by him, their hearts were broken, the knife in front of him could not be lifted, hands and feet weighed more than a thousand catties and waited for death, the other person was taken by his qi machine, the sword cut out were deformed and weak, and he was also killed by a knife, at that time the upper ship hundreds of guards, it seems that I am also among them, are all veterans of a hundred battles, but all of them are like soft-footed shrimp all soft, the sword can not be lifted, and the breath can't breathe......"

"I'm ashamed to say ......"

Zhou Kuan's eyes showed a little brilliance, as if he remembered the eventful years of the year, but he was in awe of Zhang Dingbian, the first fierce general at the end of the Yuan Dynasty.

Zhu Xiongying swallowed the old duck soup, wiped his lips casually, and sighed: "I was afraid of being hurt by the wine, and I didn't dare to practice martial arts. ”

"Now listening to your words, I am no longer afraid of being hurt by wine."

"From today on, wine and wealth, be a layman!"

"If I want to practice martial arts, I will practice killing skills!"

Zhou Kuan looked at Zhu Xiongying in surprise and comforted: "Little master, why do you want to practice killing techniques?" In fact, the little lord you contain a mouthful of dantian gas, you can already maintain health, this killing martial arts is very hard, not only to use medicine and wine to boil the bones, but also to fight with people to see the blood and gas, the more blood on the battlefield, the more blood and courage will be heavier, like the Kaiping Wang Chang General and other fierce generals, the war horse is shocked, just stare at it can be stopped, it is because he contains the gall into murderous energy, has rushed to the sky, however, the Kaiping King also died young, just because of the human blood, like the body oven, burning, excessive wear and tear ......"

"And King Kaiping is such a fierce general, killing to rise, his eyes are red, the qi cannot be dispersed for several hours, and the anger affects the heart deeply, so there are many killings and surrenders in the early years......"

"Little master, you don't need to practice killing skills, you just need to warm up the Dantian Qi, and it is enough to maintain your health."

Zhu Xiongying shook his head and smiled lightly, the world knows that Chang Yuchun likes to kill pawns, but he doesn't mention that every time he goes to a city, he mainly kills the local squires and landlords and Northern Yuan pawns, these people may kill nine out of ten people are wronged, but kill ten Northern Yuan pawns, especially the veteran leaders, most of them are not wronged, the Northern Yuan soldiers are more like wolves than the rebel army, they win battles and loot, and if they lose battles, they have to loot, burn, kill, and plunder all kinds of evil......

It is said that he often encounters spring and is too murderous, who knows that he hates the evil soldiers?

Not to mention that my grandfather often meets spring, if it were him Zhu Xiongying, he would have to slaughter these routs and thieves!

Zheng He also echoed: "Yes, little master, the slave also thinks that you don't need to practice martial arts. ”

Zhu Xiongying shook his head, his eyes flickered, and his right hand slowly clenched his fist: "I can't expect you to protect me, the imperial grandfather is about to carry out the land reform of Juntian, and then there will be a dark tide surging, a little more force in my body, and I also have a little more life-saving ability." ”

"Even if you can't learn from my grandfather Chang 100,000, one person can reach 100,000 troops, and you have to do three or five people who can't get close, and run faster when you are in danger, I don't want to fight with others really for your life, the main thing is to practice a breath machine, and when I meet a master of killing pawns to shoot me with a gas machine, I won't be soft on my feet, I just want to specialize in life-saving kung fu, like what, light skills, and faster kung fu of running, jumping, and jumping, all teach me!"

Zhou Kuan knew that he was a little master, and he was unswerving, and he did what he said, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly and persuade: "Little master, why do you have to ...... Martial arts training is a vulgar style, and there is nothing more lofty in the world than reading. ”

Zhu Xiongying smiled bitterly, stretched his waist with his lips, yawned and smiled:

"You don't understand, you can't save the Ming ...... by reading"

"There is no one in the world who has not heard of land reform without shedding blood!"