From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

Chapter 1 Xu Xingxu Treading Method

April, the 40th year of Jiajing’s reign.

Chun'an County, Hangzhou, Zhejiang.

It was the plum rain season, and the sky and earth were filled with the feeling of impending wind and rain. The humidity was very high, and it was quite gloomy, and one could not even see where the sun had set.

The dirt road was full of potholes and mud everywhere. The attic also looked dilapidated. The smell of decay and oldness mixed with the water vapor spread far away.

The streets were sparsely populated, and most of them were in a hurry, with their heads bowed and brows furrowed. Occasionally, there were yamen runners patrolling the streets, but their faces were solemn.

The whole city was filled with anxiety and uneasiness, even the air was tense.

Xu Xing took it all in.

The former Chun'an County, due to the irrigation of the Xin'an River, had abundant rice production and was considered a rich place among the 19 prefectures in the southeast.

But all this became a thing of the past six years ago.

The southeastern coastal areas have been plagued by pirate invasions and endless wars since Taizu founded the country. Although there is a maritime ban system, it is difficult to eradicate the disaster, and it even caused a group of coastal people to take risks and eventually become pirates.

It is said that "bandits and merchants are the same people. When the market is open, bandits become merchants. When the market is closed, merchants become bandits. At first, the ban is to ban merchants, and later the ban is to ban bandits. The stricter the ban, the more bandits there are... As a result, everyone on the coast is a bandit, and there are so many that they cannot be punished." This is true.

The harsh maritime ban policy eventually gave rise to a giant bandit who dominated the four seas and had influence in places like Japan and Ryukyu.

This man's name was Zhu Tiandu, and it was said that he was a descendant of Emperor Jianwen. He had hundreds of ships and over a thousand warships under his command, as well as tens of thousands of brave soldiers. He was the number one bandit on the southeast coast and was known as "Prince Baolong."

The Japanese people called him "The Ghost Emperor" and "The Shadow Lord" with awe to show his inviolable and supreme majesty in the Japanese country.

Six years ago, this "Prince Baolong" personally led tens of thousands of pirates ashore, looting Zhejiang, Anhui and Jiangsu provinces, and attacking more than 20 counties and cities including Hangzhou, Yan, Hui, Ning and Taiping.

Zhu Tiandu drove all the way to the capital Nanjing, bombarded the provincial capital, killed countless people, and after rampaging for more than 80 days, he retreated calmly, leaving the officers and soldiers helpless.

This person is extremely harmful and has such a bad reputation that people in the southeast are terrified when they hear of him.

To them, the majesty of this "Dragon King" was even greater than that of the emperor who had only practiced Taoism and sought immortality and had not cared about state affairs for more than twenty years.

Chun'an County was also severely damaged in this unprecedented and brutal maritime turmoil.

The county annals record that "nine out of ten houses are empty and five or six out of ten people are dead." This statement is without any embellishment and is a bloody reality.

Even today, the pirates and Japanese pirates under this great sea pirate have repeatedly invaded the border, burned, killed and looted, causing great harm to the people living along the coast.

Xu Xing waved his hand to disperse the dust and strode into the city.

Countless hidden eyes were cast at Xu Xing from all directions of the street, filled with many complex emotions, including curiosity, surprise, and scrutiny.

The reason was simple: Xu Xing's confident attitude with his head held high was too out of place in this depressing and uneasy county town.

He turned into a deep alley with ease and stretched out his hand to push open the door of the herbal medicine shop. As soon as he entered the shop, a large cloud of smoke and the smell of medicine hit him in the face.

There was a haggard old man sitting behind the counter, holding a pipe in his hand. He looked up and saw that it was Xu Xing. His brows relaxed, his hand loosened, and he said unhappily:

"You didn't even knock on the door, do you really think this is your own home?"

That being said, anyone could sense the intimacy between the old man's words.

The old man's herbal medicine shop specializes in martial arts business. Those who come to him to get medicine on weekdays are all apprentices of the martial arts school. They are full of vigor and confidence in their martial arts, so they are inevitably a little rough.

Only Xu Xing, although he was the owner of the inn, always came to get the medicine in person. He spoke gently and behaved properly, so the old man naturally treated him differently.

Xu Xing approached the counter and saw the old man's alert look, and asked curiously:

"Even if there are Japanese pirates here, it won't affect you, Old Guo, right? Why are you so cautious?"

Old Guo was able to open a herbal medicine shop in Chun'an County and deal specifically with martial arts schools. Naturally, he was quite capable and did not have to worry about being harassed by roving Japanese pirates like ordinary people.

Lao Guo narrowed his eyes and smiled strangely:
"If you can't mess with the Dragon King on the sea, there's still the Dragon King on land."

Old Guo has a bit of the boldness of a gangster, and he is unscrupulous in making up stories about the present emperor.

Xu Xing's brows frowned and then straightened.

"Or is it about 'changing rice to mulberry'?"

Although it was a question, Xu Xing's tone was very firm.

Over the years, the emperor has been renovating palaces and temples, and the Daming Palace has been spending excessively. Officials have been corrupt and the national treasury has long been in deficit. In addition, there have been many natural and man-made disasters, and the harvest has been getting worse year by year.

Earlier this year, the then Prime Minister Yan Song proposed the idea of ​​"changing rice fields to mulberry fields" in order to increase revenue. He wanted to convert half of the farmland in Zhejiang into mulberry fields, increase silk production, weave more silk, and sell it abroad to supplement the national treasury.

Emperor Jiajing was delighted and approved the policy immediately. However, although the policy sounded good, it was extremely difficult to implement.

Even though the emperor said that the mulberry fields should be taxed like rice fields, how could these farmers, who work hard in the fields and rely on farming to feed their families, be willing to give up their rice fields?

No matter how good the harvest from mulberry fields is, it is not enough food to fill your stomach.

If a natural disaster or man-made calamity occurs, those big households will take the opportunity to lower prices and incomes, and I’m afraid that by then the whole family won’t even have enough to eat.

The farmers are not fools and they are well aware of the methods used by these powerful families. Naturally, they are unwilling to hand over their lives and deaths, and they resist fiercely.

The government did not dare to act rashly, fearing that the situation would get out of control and allow the pirates, who had always been eyeing the southeast, to reap the benefits.

So the stalemate lasted for four months.

But now it sounds like the government is taking action again?

No wonder Lao Guo is so alert.

Even if the Ming government cannot suppress the big bandits who roam the seas, shouldn't it be easy to capture a group of farmers and landlords who have roots on the ground?
Xu Xing sighed.

The government and the pirates are both man-eating tigers. When the two tigers fight, it is the common people who suffer in the end.

This world is becoming increasingly difficult for people to survive.

All kinds of thoughts were churning in Xu Xing's mind, but he didn't show them.

After paying the money, he said goodbye to Lao Guo, picked up the bag of herbs, and turned to leave the pharmacy.

Whenever Xu Xing met familiar vendors along the way, he would greet them with a smile. If he met someone he knew, he would stop, chat with them for a few minutes, and then wave goodbye.

After leaving the city, he walked along the muddy country road.

The country road was overgrown with weeds. At the end of the road there was a small hill with dense forests and a gurgling stream in the forest. There were rows of houses beside the stream.

There is a plaque hanging in front of the door. The marks on the plaque appear to be particularly deep, and there is no dust in the depressions. The straight lines outline the neat regular script.

The tide hall.

The environment here is quiet and peaceful, like a peaceful place for monks to practice. When you enter from the gate, you will see a ground made of white stones with water marks.

Due to the chaotic situation in the southeast and frequent wars, the people also became quite tough in the wars, and martial arts were prevalent. Even farmers in the fields could show off some decent martial arts skills.

Over time, this place naturally became filled with many boxers and martial arts schools.

The poor are good at literature but rich are good at martial arts, which is an irrefutable truth in the martial arts world, and therefore most martial arts schools are located in cities.

But Xu Xing's Xianchaoguan did the opposite. Since his master's generation, they had been based in the countryside and accepted children from poor families as disciples.

However, most of these people are forced to make a living and can only learn some basic skills and then go back home to help, making it extremely difficult to persist.

Ever since the old master Liu Guo passed away and Xu Xing took over the martial arts school, the number of apprentices in Xianchao Hall has become increasingly scarce. Up to now, there is only one person who seriously follows him to practice boxing.

This man's name is Qi Dazhu, a local mulberry farmer in Chun'an. He has a simple mind, is brave and diligent, and has been practicing hard since he became my disciple, almost without slacking off for a single day.

Xu Xing was quite satisfied with Qi Dazhu's qualifications and character, and had planned to accept him into the Xianchaoguan after some time, to make him a true disciple qualified to offer incense to the ancestors of all generations.

After returning to the martial arts hall, Xu Xing first set up a stove, prepared the purchased herbs and a pheasant, and put them into a coarse clay pot to cook.

Although he had something on his mind, Xu Xing would not let it disrupt the rhythm of his life.

After preparing the ingredients, he set up a large iron pot, poured in a basin of sawdust and charcoal mixed with iron nails, then started a bright flame and ignited the charcoal fire in the pot.

Xu Xing picked up a bamboo stick from the side and stirred it gently in the fire.

When the rough tip of the iron nail was burned to a slightly red color, he put down the bamboo stick, picked up the winnowing basket, and with a slight shake of his wrist, sprinkled a handful of bean pods into the pot.

These bean pods have been dried in the sun for a long time. Once exposed to fire, the shriveled skin turns to ashes, exposing the beans inside.

When the beans come into contact with the flame, they make a slight sizzling sound. After this slight sizzling sound, the whole bean will be burnt and become bitter, making it difficult to eat.

At this moment, Xu Xing's empty left hand moved.

The flames in the pot were shaking as if being blown by a headwind, making crackling sounds.

After a moment, Xu Xing exhaled, opened his palm, revealing a handful of oily beans.

The beans were bright yellow and plump, without a single sign of burnt food, while the red iron nails in the pot remained in exactly the same position.

During this period of time, he actually avoided all the nails and picked up dozens of beans that were about to explode. He controlled the strength just right and did not break any of the beans.

This miraculous performance is enough to make ordinary boxers dumbfounded.

Xu Xing blew away the white steam coming out of the beans, threw them into his mouth one by one, and sucked on them as he ate.

For a boxer like him, the skin on his hands and feet has been tempered to be extremely tough. Even if they are put directly into boiling water, nothing will happen to them. However, they will still feel a little hot when chewing.

However, it tastes better when eaten hot.

Xu Xing chewed the beans slowly, listening to the crisp sound between his lips and teeth when the beans burst, and squinted his eyes in enjoyment.

After finishing this batch, Xu Xing picked up the winnowing basket and did the same thing again. During the whole process, his eyes were extremely focused and his skin gradually turned red.

With Xu Xing's skill, it is not easy to "pick beans from the fire" continuously. He needs to concentrate fully and not allow any distraction.

It is for this reason that he would use this method to practice his martial arts.

——If there is no challenge, how can it be called practice?

By this time, the medicinal soup in the pot was ready. A strong aroma of Chinese medicine mixed with the fragrance of meat wafted into Xu Xing's nostrils, which lifted his spirits.

The wild ginseng and angelica cooked here are decades old and have extraordinary medicinal properties. Practicing martial arts requires the unity of nourishment and training. To strengthen the body, nourishing the body is naturally indispensable.

Xu Xing was not afraid of the heat. He reached out and picked up the earthenware jar directly from the stove. He tilted his neck back and swallowed all the herbs and chicken in the jar into his stomach, eating it all up.

He only felt a ball of heat rolling around in his abdomen, making him feel warm, and all the fatigue after the training had disappeared.

Xu Xing walked back to the inner room, fetched a basin of clean water to wash up, and prepared for the afternoon class.

The copper basin reflected a face with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes.

This face was handsome to the point of being beautiful, but he had a pair of thick eyebrows that were slightly upturned like a knife at the ends, and his eyes were bright and crystal clear, making him look extremely powerful, as if he had the elegance of a southerner combined with the heroic spirit of a northerner.

Precisely because of his extremely outstanding appearance, Xu Xing's reputation in Chun'an County is far better than that of the dilapidated Xianchaoguan martial arts school.

Almost all the young girls who have seen him would feel sorry for him. How could such a handsome young man be so depressed as to become a boxer who swings his fists and practices martial arts?
Xu Xing just laughed it off. Because, for him, a time traveler from the 21st century, there is nothing in this world more worthy of his efforts than practicing martial arts.

In this life, Xu Xing was born into an official family in Shaoxing. His grandfather was a fifth-rank official, but by the time he was born, the family had already fallen into decline.

Xu Xing's parents died early. When he was four years old, his only uncle took him to Chun'an and handed him over to Liu Guo, the old owner of Xianchaoguan, who had a close relationship with the Xu family.

It was from the old museum owner that Xu Xing learned the differences between this world and the ancient world.

The Ming Dynasty he lived in, although its general trend was similar to the "history" known in his previous life, had an extremely prosperous martial arts.

This kind of martial arts does not talk about concepts such as qi sea, meridians, and true qi. Instead, it aims to develop human potential and temper the spiritual will in order to break through the limits of the physical body.

Although those who are proficient in boxing cannot fly into the sky or enter the earth, or move mountains or cross the sea, they have the strength to pull nine oxen backwards, support beams and replace pillars, ride a horse and gallop amid thousands of spears and swords, and easily take the head of an enemy general in the blink of an eye.

When Xu Xing met Liu Guo for the first time, the old man demonstrated his skill of chopping off a tree trunk as thick as a bowl with one palm.

Although the old man's movements were light and his expression was nonchalant, the shock brought by that inhuman strength left a deep impression on Xu Xing and he still can't forget it.

If death is the destination of all people, then Xu Xing, who has lived two lives as a human, is like a playful child who returns home and then escapes by chance.

Because of this, Xu Xing cherishes his hard-earned second life very much.

This kind of cherishment does not mean that he is afraid of death. He has already died once, so what is there to be afraid of? Who knows, he may be reborn after death.

Rather, it is reflected in the fact that Xu Xing will never hesitate to invest his time and energy in things that interest him.

Xu Xing’s idea was very simple. Since he had never lived a happy life in his previous life, he couldn’t make the same mistakes again after finally coming back to this world.
After experiencing the explosive torrent of entertainment information in the modern world, most of the enjoyment of this world seems boring and unremarkable to Xu Xing.

In Xu Xing's opinion, this kind of boxing, which he had never seen in his previous life and which could be called "inhuman" and "extraordinary" when practiced to a high level, was something novel and interesting enough.

He was an avid fan of martial arts novels back then, and had read many novels about traditional Chinese martial arts, such as "Dragon and Snake Righteousness" and "Fist in the River". Now that he had the opportunity to come into contact with this kind of "real traditional Chinese martial arts", he naturally didn't want to miss it.

So Xu Xing immediately kowtowed and became Liu Guo's first disciple.

When you first start practicing martial arts, there is no other way except to practice hard.

Throughout the ages, any boxer who can be called a "master" must have paid unimaginable sweat and pain.

However, these painful sufferings were actually a different kind of enjoyment for Xu Xing.

After being exhausted from hard training, Xu Xing would often be more aware that his weak arms were gradually becoming stronger, his fragile bones were becoming stronger, and his soft skin was becoming tougher. As his practice deepened, even his spirit became more uplifting due to long-term training.

This feeling of growing little by little and becoming stronger in all aspects really made Xu Xing intoxicated.

In this way, this traveler from the distant blue planet spent a full eighteen years in hard training and practice.

After such a long time, his life and martial arts have been integrated into one. Unconsciously, boxing has become an important and inseparable part of Xu Xing's life.

After washing his face, Xu Xing changed into a long blue gown and black cloth shoes. He tied his hair up but did not wear a hairpin. His temperament changed as he became like a carefree and unrestrained scholar.

It is hard for people who don’t know him to believe that this handsome young man with an outstanding demeanor and a sense of fresh air under the bright moonlight is actually a country martial artist who practices boxing.

This is also the rule of Xianchao Hall. As a teacher, it doesn't matter what you wear when practicing martial arts, but when imparting knowledge and answering questions, you must have a dignified appearance and proper clothes so that you can set a good example for your disciples.

As Xu Xing was putting on the clothes, a dull sound suddenly came from the distance, like a faint thunder in dark clouds.

He walked out of the inner room, pushed the door open and looked inside, only to see five horsemen following in a line and galloping towards him. They stopped in front of the martial arts hall, and five officers in black clothes dismounted from their horses.

The leading man had a yellow face and a mustache, was short and stocky, had sharp eyes, a fierce brow, and his knuckles were thick and covered with calluses.

Xu Xing knew at a glance that this was a skilled civil servant who had mastered the art of boxing.

He didn't expect that the government would come to his door so soon. Judging from their attitude, they have no good intentions.

Seeing Xu Xing coming out, the yellow-faced man's eyes gleamed, and he bowed with a fake smile and said:
"You are the owner of the Tide Pavilion, and you know the Slow Walking and Slow Stepping Technique? Nice to meet you."

Xu Xing nodded, and just as he was about to speak, the yellow-faced man changed his expression and scolded him in a cold voice:
"You look kind, like a scholar, but you actually do a lot of bad things behind the scenes. You have a very vicious heart, and your good looks are wasted!"

Normally, the yellow-faced man used this skill of changing his face to coax and scare the criminals when handling cases in the county, and he really intimidated many criminals. But now, it was completely ineffective against Xu Xing.

The young owner just raised his eyebrows and said indifferently:
"Sir, if Xu has violated the laws of the Ming Dynasty, please let me know."

"If not..." Xu Xing raised his head, glanced at the faces of the five people, and said calmly: "Don't play these little tricks."

A gloomy look flashed across the yellow-faced man's face, his eyes were unfriendly, and he sneered:

"Small trick? Mr. Xu, I am giving you a chance to confess your own affairs of the Xianchao Pavilion's 'collusion with the Japanese'. Since you are stubborn and unyielding, don't blame us brothers for being rude!
Your disciple, who openly disguised himself as a Japanese pirate, gathered a crowd to fight against the government, charged into the government troops, incited rebellion, and offended the prefect. He has been taken to Hangzhou Prison.

Don't say you know nothing about this matter."

Although Xu Xing was young, he had experienced a lot and was familiar with the words of these officials. After hearing this exaggerated description, he had his own judgment in his mind.

Thinking about what Lao Guo said today, that the government has decided to use tough measures to promote the "conversion of rice to mulberry", he can already deduce the general outline of the truth of the incident.

Since it says "collision with government troops and offending the prefect", it most likely means that the prefect of Hangzhou personally led government troops to deal with those rice farmers who were unwilling to switch to planting mulberry seedlings.

Qi Dazhu couldn't bear to see this, so he offered help, which proved that he was "gathering a crowd to resist the government and inciting rebellion."

As for "collaborating with the Japanese" and so on, Xu Xing knew it with his butt that it was something that the government could decide on its own.

The purpose was nothing more than to use the name of clearing out the Japanese pirates to wipe out Qi Dazhu, the leader of the rioters, to serve as a warning to others and set an example for Chun'an County.

It's been many years, and it's still the same old routine.

It's still just so...disgusting.

After sorting out the general situation, Xu Xing was not as angry as he was at the beginning, but rather quite calm.

After all, things have already happened, so just think about how to solve them.

He just suddenly began to doubt whether he had been too patient and low-key in doing things over the years, so that anyone could dare to bully the Xianchao Pavilion and act arrogantly?
If the old man knew about this in the afterlife, wouldn’t he be making a fool of himself?

Seeing Xu Xing hesitating in silence, the yellow-faced man grinned grimly, thinking that he had intimidated the overly young owner of the museum and felt that the matter was already 70% settled.

Thinking about the reward promised by the Governor, the smile on his lips became more and more obvious.

Although the government acts in an overbearing manner, that is only for the common people.

In official circles, the most taboo thing is to fail to handle the aftermath properly and leave opportunities for opponents to attack you.

The current Governor of Zhejiang, Hu Zongxian, is extremely opposed to changing from rice to mulberry. He has written to the court many times, asking them to revoke the order. If not, he asked for more time.

It can be said that since the decree was issued at the beginning of the year, Zhejiang Province has been able to enjoy four months of peace and stability, all thanks to the mediation of the governor.

Other officials in the Hangzhou government had to grit their teeth and push for the replacement of rice with mulberry trees due to the instructions of Lord Yan and Lord Xiao. Naturally, they did not dare to give Hu Bu Tang any excuse at this time.

In order to use the name of "collaborating with the Japanese" to punish Qi Dazhu, the rioter who led the resistance, to make an example of him and intimidate the people of Chun'an, in order to make a good start, the matter must be done cleanly.

So, even though everyone knew that Qi Dazhu was not a Japanese pirate, they still had to make up a story that was real enough, or in other words, convincing enough to their superiors.

Although Ma Ningyuan, the prefect of Hangzhou, was not familiar with this art, his colleague, Zheng Michang, the governor of Zhejiang, was a master at making up stories.

This governor had experienced ups and downs in the political arena for decades and had become very experienced. He knew very well that the most important thing in making up a story was logical coherence.

The first question of this story is how did Qi Dazhu, a local mulberry farmer, suddenly become a Japanese pirate?

There must be some unknown reason behind this.

Xu Xing and Xianchao Pavilion were the reasons why Zheng Michang found them.

If this outsider was the real Japanese pirate, Xianchaoguan was the pirates' hideout, and Qi Dazhu was just a local mulberry farmer who was bewitched, the authenticity of this story would immediately rise to more than one level.

And when he learned that Xu Xing was also quite popular in Chun'an County, he had one more reason to clean up Xianchao Pavilion.

——How can I be a good person if I can teach a master like Qi Dazhu to be anti-people?

Even if this man is not a Japanese pirate, he is still an unstable element. People who practice martial arts are full of hot-bloodedness. If he raises his arms for his apprentice, he might really cause trouble.

In this case, let's just kill them all at once, which can be regarded as a preventive measure.

Zheng Michang easily sorted out the logic and completed a near-perfect self-persuasion, beautifying the despicable act of frame-up into a righteous act of eliminating harm for the people.

Although he believed that a country boxer who ran a run-down martial arts school was not worthy of any attention, Zheng Michang still made all the necessary preparations to be on the safe side.

He asked He Maocai, the Zhejiang Provincial Surveillance Commissioner and colleague in charge of arrest and supervision, to send the yellow-faced man, a master of the Neisi Yamen, to carry out the task personally.

Now it seems that Lord Zheng and Lord He are really too cautious.

But that’s fine too, otherwise how could I get such a lucrative job?

The yellow-faced man was feeling hot-headed. He knew that according to official rules, only by doing dirty work for his superiors that could be seen in public could he be considered to be officially recognized.

Therefore, he was determined to perform well and use all his skills to take over this martial arts school and leave a good impression of being capable on the two adults.

After taking a look around the Tiaomao Pavilion, the yellow-faced man stared at Xu Xing, and his voice suddenly rose by more than one tone.

"Your martial arts school covers such a large area, but you only have one apprentice. Is it used to hide Japanese pirates?!"

After fabricating all the charges, the yellow-faced man did not give Xu Xing any chance to defend himself. He waved his hand and ordered:

"Capture this man and search the martial arts gym!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the four men behind the yellow-faced man all grinned fiercely, picked up iron chains, iron rulers, and shackles, and surrounded Xu Xing.

These yamen runners were used to being domineering in Hangzhou City on a daily basis. They had long been displeased to see Xu Xing being so neither humble nor arrogant. Now that they were finally able to take action, they had only a desire to vent their brutality.

However, Xu Xing didn't even think about arguing.

From a very young age, he deeply realized that in this dangerous and cruel strange world, powerful fists can solve problems better than empty words.

Obviously, compared to these five losers in front of him, Xu's fist is absolutely, absolutely - powerful enough!
Xu Xing's eyes swept over him calmly, and the yellow-faced man was startled. He felt as if his whole body was on fire. He instinctively shrank his neck and hid his head. His body bounced violently, and his five fingers bent like hooks and stabbed at Xu Xing's face.

The officers in the yamen were responsible for arresting criminals, so almost everyone had mastered the eagle claw technique, which was very good at catching criminals.

This yellow-faced man is a top-notch master in the Hangzhou government. If he doesn't make a move, it's fine. But once he makes a move, his moves are so deadly that they can break bones and muscles.

When he grabbed, it was like a hawk swooping down. The strength of his fingers was so strong that he could rip open the stomach of an ordinary person and pull out the heart and liver.

The next moment, a strong wind blew in my face.

The air around him suddenly swirled like a vortex, and in the eye of the storm, a streak of black appeared like a collapsing mountain, quickly enlarging in the eyes of the yellow-faced man and blocking his entire vision.

It was a cloth boot.

boom!
The kick landed solidly on his chest, sending the sturdy man flying into the air and falling into the mud about ten feet away.

After a dizzy spell, the yellow-faced man felt a dull pain and fell on his back in the mud. His vision was blurred, his nose was crooked, and hot blood gushed out of his eye sockets and nostrils.

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