Space-time: Overhead space-time at the end of the Yuan

Background: From Emperor Shun of the Yuan Dynasty to the second year of the Yuan Dynasty, the government was corrupt, the people were not able to make a living, the world was in chaos, and the bandits rose together. The struggle between the self-proclaimed and upright sects and the cults known as the Demon Cult on the rivers and lakes has become more and more intense.

In Lin'an City, under the white glazed tiles, Song Xing sat under the eaves, watching the drizzle outside fall into the Yanqiao River.

Yanqiao River is the main transportation channel of Lin'an City, there are many busy cities on both sides of the river, and there are many rivers outside the city, which are connected with the Grand Canal, forming a vertical and horizontal intersecting water transportation network.

Although it is the old capital of the Southern Dynasties, because nearly forty percent of the country's money and grain come from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, the management of Lin'an by the Yuan capital is brutal and retains a trace of rationality.

Song Xing's identity at this moment is that he is a hall master of the Haisha Gang among the many small and medium-sized gangs in Lin'an City.

Relying on the trafficking of illicit salt by boat, the Haisha Gang is not big or small in Lin'an City, and it is a little more comfortable than those Han people who live at the bottom of the old land of the Southern Dynasty.

One second ago, he was still talking to the human race Fuxi in the prehistoric wilderness, and the next second he was teleported to this time and space by the jade seal, and the slightly unfamiliar sense of detachment made Song Xing feel a little trance.

Stretching out his right palm, he activated the true qi in his body, and a trace of black mist visible to the naked eye appeared above his right palm, and then it began to wrap around his right hand, clinging to the invisible true qi, and the originally invisible true qi actually began to appear purple-black and rotten, which made Song Xing's heart startled.

The true qi and flesh that should have been able to resist all kinds of poisons were powerless against this black mist in the air.

Taking advantage of the fact that the black mist had not yet eroded into his body along with the true qi, Song Xing decisively cut off the true qi and let it be eroded by the black mist, and then slowly disappeared into the air.

This strange black mist can actually pollute the true qi in Song Xing's body and corrode it cleanly?!

"What's going on, shouldn't this plane be a martial arts world? Why is there such a strange power? ”

Looking at the black mist that slowly disappeared into the air after completely converging the true qi in his body, Song Xing's eyes revealed a bit of surprise.

Although he had just come to this time and space, from the memory of the clone, he knew that the Haisha faction was a small and medium-sized gang in Lin'an City, and the middle and high-level members of the faction were all martial arts personnel.

Even he himself is also a disciple of the Kongtong Sect, who has studied art in the Kongtong Sect for seven years, but because his talent is too low, he has no chance to pass on the Tao, so he has to go down the mountain to find another way out and join the Haisha Sect.

Kongtong martial arts are known for their complexity, swords, guns, swords, sticks, fists and legs are practiced, and there are also many unpopular and strange weapons, such as hooks, shovels, whips, thorns, iron fans, flying claws, hot wheels, judges' pens, etc.

Its purpose is to practice to the point that holding an object in your hand at any time can be a weapon that hurts people, a single weapon can play a different style of play, and the instrument method and the fist method can be interchangeable or mixed use, and the enemy is confused by mixing and changing flowers, which is unpredictable.

However, due to Song Xing's ordinary talent, he had no chance to practice the profound martial arts recorded in the Kongtong School's "Shangqing Secret Urn", and the seven years of kung fu were just an ordinary boxing method in the sect, Siping Boxing, and he was proficient.

Relying on this four-level fist, Song Xing's doppelganger became a hall master of the Haisha faction in Lin'an City, where there were many gangs.

Thinking of this, Song Xing gathered all the true qi he had originally cultivated in his body, and began to operate the Kongtong Sect Mixed Yuan Gong practiced by his clone.

The name of Mixed Yuan Gong sounds bluffing, but in fact, it is just a big road in the Kongtong faction, and it is the most basic internal strength method among the outer gates.

The Shangqing Internal Strength Mental Method and Clutch Divine Skill of the Kongtong Sect were not accessible to the previous Song Xing clone.

When Song Xing carefully mobilized the insignificant internal force of the Mixed Yuan Gong in his body, as Song Xing expected, the strange black mist in the air really did not appear again.

A light flashed in Song Xing's eyes, and he muttered to himself: "It seems that in this world, the internal force that was originally cultivated will not attract that strange black mist. ”

He carefully felt the movement route of the mixed yuan gong in the body, and found that this internal strength mental method, specializing in cultivating the human body, is neutral and peaceful, and the internal force cultivated is not very destructive, but it is better in the cultivation process is stable, and it is not easy to go mad.

Before he figured out the origin of the strange black mist, Song Xing simply stopped running the true qi in his body, and only kept running in his body to cultivate the Mixed Yuan Gong.

After all, Mixed Yuan Gong is only the most basic internal strength of the Kongtong faction, even if it is cultivated to the fullest, it is estimated that it can only be the king and hegemony in this Lin'an City, looking at the many top sects in the entire rivers and lakes, the Kongtong faction in the impression does not seem to be a big sect with any interests.

Therefore, Song Xing was ready to find out the practice route of the Mixed Yuan Gong, and with his martial arts cultivation, he tried to modify the Mixed Yuan Gong into a more advanced version, which was not too difficult.

In the drizzle, the breeze blew on Song Xing's face, and Song Xing, who was doing his work with his eyes closed, was suddenly awakened by a sound of footsteps, turned around, and walked over to a middle-aged deacon in Tsing Yi on the corridor not far away.

Seeing Song Xing's gaze, the middle-aged deacon's pace quickened again, came to Song Xing, lowered his head and handed him a pile of paper in his hand: "Hui Yu Hall Master, all the major events that have happened in Lin'an City in the past month that you want are here." ”

"Got it, put it here, I'll just see it myself, go down."

Song Xing took the information from the deacon's hand and said lightly.

The middle-aged deacon, as if he had been pardoned, whispered in harmony and quietly retreated again.

When he first arrived, Song Xing was blinded, and naturally used the power in his hands to let people compile all the big and small forces and intelligence events in Lin'an City into a book and send them over.

In the drizzle, only the sound of Song Xing flipping the paper sounded.

The booklet is not thick, and the speed at which Song Xing flips is also extremely fast, and he quickly knows what to do with Lin'an City and even the surrounding martial arts forces.

Only when he turned to the last page, he saw a few lines of words that made his pupils shrink slightly.

"On the evening of April 30 of the second year of the Yuan Dynasty, the Longmen Dart Bureau was destroyed, and none of the 37 people survived. In the early morning of the next day, the body of Du Dajin, the head of the Longmen Dart Bureau, was found on the shore of the West Lake. Shaolin faction Yuanzi monks Yuanyin and Yuanye appeared in Lin'an, threatening to kill Zhang Cuishan, one of the seven heroes of Wudang, and in the battle, Zhang Cuishan escaped and hid in Lin'an City. ”

Wudang Seven Heroes, Zhang Cuishan, seeing this familiar name, Song Xing suddenly understood what time and space he was in.

This is the beginning of Yitian, when Zhang Wuji was not yet born?

The Dragon Gate Dart Game, in memory, should have been destroyed by Yin Susu of the Heavenly Eagle Sect, right?

April 30th, that was already two days ago.

But after turning to the next page, the information he saw made Song Xing doubt his judgment a little.

"The next day, Zhang Cuishan appeared, defeated the four monks of Shaolin Yuanyin, Yuanye and Huizi, and bluntly said that he was not the real murderer of the Longmen Dart Bureau, and he was willing to find out the real murderer within seven days and return his innocence."

Song Xing nodded, he didn't care about Zhang Cuishan's defeat of the Shaolin Yuanzi monks, as a disciple of Wudang Sanfeng Daoren, the Wudang Seven Heroes were famous in Wulin, even in Lin'an City, there were many stories of the Seven Heroes.

As the most talented disciple among Zhang Sanfeng's disciples, Zhang Cuishan was not worth the fuss about defeating several Shaolin monks.

What really made him care was the last sentence in the book.

"Pai Zhong once went to the official mansion to learn about the case of the Longmen Dart Bureau, according to the words of the Servant, the thirty-seven members of the Longmen Dart Bureau are suspected of dying at the hands of tricks!" (End of chapter)