From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

Chapter 6: Walking on the night road for a long time will lead to encountering ghosts, and doing evil deeds will lead to people taking punishment

He Maocai knew that he was going to die today, but his expression was much more open and he asked again:

"What about you? A master like you who can compete with Zhu Polong must not have created one by himself, right? Do you have any other names to tell me?"

Just now, Xu Xing and Inoue Jushiro were talking in Chinese, so He Maocai naturally heard it.

Xu Xing did not hide anything and said frankly:
"After I completed my training at the age of sixteen, I went all the way north, from Beijing, Tianjin, Hebei, Shandong, and Shanxi to the northwest, and I fought on foot.

At that time, my name was Xu Qingdao."

This time, He Maocai was truly convinced.

Although he did not pay attention to martial arts affairs, he had heard that there was a martial artist named Xu Qingdao in the north who went deep into the northwest border alone and slaughtered hundreds of elite Tartars in succession before escaping unscathed. He was known as the "Human Butcher" in the northern martial arts world.

He Maocai knew very well how shocking this was.

Because as early as the 29th year of Jiajing, when he went to Beijing on official business to report on his work, he had witnessed with his own eyes how powerful those barbarians from outside the Great Wall were.

That year, Mongolian Khan Altan personally led a large army, marching thousands of miles from Datong to the capital. The Ming army was no match for them and could only watch as the enemy burned and looted the city for eight days before fleeing. This incident is known in history as the "Gengxu Incident."

After the Gengxu Incident, peace only lasted for three years at the border. Since the 32nd year of Jiajing, wars in the nine borders have never stopped.

In the Ming Dynasty, more than ten generals and deputy generals died in battle at the border, and the number of casualties among soldiers was countless. Military expenditure increased every year, and the capital and the Great Wall alone required four to five million taels.

Therefore, when Xu Qingdao said this, the border was shaken and morale was greatly boosted.

The northern martial arts community was closely connected with the border troops, so it was common for boxers to hone their skills on the battlefield, and it was not uncommon for great boxers to take part in the fighting themselves.

But no one had ever seen anyone so fierce and powerful, who could slaughter hundreds of elite Tartars alone. For a time, requests for this person to show off his achievements were very popular.

But that man was like a god sent from heaven. After doing this, he disappeared out of thin air. No matter how hard the court searched, they could not find any trace of him, and in the end, the case was left unresolved.

Who would have thought that the true identity of the "Northern Butcher" was actually a country boxer from Chun'an County?
After Xu Xing answered He Maocai's questions, he slapped him on the top of his head, sending the soul of this third-rank provincial prosecutor back to the underworld.

Xu Xing sincerely hoped that those who died in vain because of him had not gone too far on the road to the underworld.

After finishing all this, Xu Xing took off He Maocai's official uniform, tore the fine cloth into long strips, tied up the swords and guns left behind by the soldiers, and carried them up.

As soon as he went up, he saw dozens of young men in tattered clothes and covered in blood gathered behind Qi Dazhu.

But there is no trace of misery or dejection on these people's faces.

In their eyes, in their chests, and even everywhere in their bodies, there was a flame burning that was almost boiling - that was anger!
Qi Dazhu selected these people because they were the leaders who organized people locally and resisted the conversion of rice to mulberry.

They were originally tough men with blood in their veins. They had witnessed so many inhumane things in prison and suffered all kinds of inhuman torture. Naturally, they were extremely angry at these officials who acted recklessly and arbitrarily fabricated charges to oppress the people.

Looking at the expressions of these people, Xu Xing nodded secretly in his heart. He waved to Qi Dazhu and ordered:
"Distribute these swords and guns. After we break out, take them back to the martial arts hall first."

From the conversation with He Maocai just now, Xu Xing already knew that the officials of the Hangzhou government did not take the matter of cleaning up Xianchao Pavilion seriously at all, and did not expect that he would come to jailbreak at night.

In this case, the Xianchao Pavilion built in the countryside is still a safe place to stay.

Zhejiang Province is a place with seven mountains, two rivers and one piece of farmland. If he has not returned after dawn, Qi Dazhu only needs to lead his men into the mountains. It will be difficult to search for him with the manpower of the government.

Qi Dazhu also understood his master's methods, and nodded heavily without any hesitation.

"Master, I'll go back and wait for you."

Xu Xing said unhappily:
"The martial arts school is about to close down, what's the point of being a master? Just call me Master!"

Qi Dazhu was stunned. After meeting Xu Xing's solemn gaze, he realized that he wanted to accept him as his personal disciple. He was shocked and said:

"The owner..."

Xu Xing interrupted him without further ado:

“If I haven’t returned before dawn, you will take your men to Taizhou Camp and look for my uncle Xu Wei, Xu Wenchang, who will help.

There are some food in the hall, which are all used for my daily practice. It should be enough for you to walk to Taizhou."

Xu Xing's uncle Xu Wei, whose original name was Wenqing and later changed it to Wenchang, was the most trusted aide to the Governor-General of Zhejiang Province, Hu Zongxian. He once designed a plan to capture Wang Zhi, the "Five Peaks Ship Owner" and one of the thirty-six ship owners under Zhu Tiandu.

Qi Dazhu looked up in shock. He had not expected that this usually low-key owner of the museum actually had such a powerful background.

Xu Xing didn't pay attention to Qi Dazhu's expression, but continued:
"There is a secret compartment under the altar in the ancestral hall. Inside is a booklet containing the notes of your master and I practicing boxing. Take it with you. On this journey, you should also pass on our boxing skills."

From He Maocai's account of the destruction of dikes and flooding of fields, Xu Xing has realized that if the central government is determined to do so, there will be a huge change in the southeast.

Although Xu Xing was confident that he could weather the storm with his skills, he had to consider Qi Dazhu and the inheritance of Xianchao Hall in advance.

This group of brave and ambitious heroes, who have been extremely bullied by the government, are obviously the natural development targets of Xianchao Hall.

If Qi Dazhu could recruit all of them as his disciples, he would be able to form a team with these dozens of backbone members as the core.

By then, even in the eyes of General Qi in Taizhou, he should have a considerable weight.

Xu Xing knew that with Qi Dazhu's upright character, if he really went to sea to be a pirate, he would most likely end up like his master Yue Daohai.
It would be better for me to follow Qi Yuanjing and join the army.

At least, his uncle Xu Wei had some say in front of Hu Zongxian, the governor of Zhejiang Province. Hu Zongxian was not a stubborn, tyrannical and overbearing tyrant like Zhu Tiandu.

As for Xu Xing himself, he wanted to do something he had wanted to do for a long time.

In fact, Xu Xing was not willing to use force to take someone's life unless it was absolutely necessary. In his eyes, martial arts was more like a miracle that went from ordinary to extraordinary, symbolizing infinite possibilities.

If this thing is only used to kill people, it would be such a waste.

Unfortunately, for Xu Xing, this strange world was too ugly. There were lowly creatures trampling on lives wantonly and evil beasts killing people everywhere.

No matter how good his temper was or how reluctant he was to take action, whenever he encountered these things, he couldn't help but kill someone.

After killing many people, Xu Xing gradually came to an understanding, and his thousands of thoughts were summarized into one sentence:

This beast deserves to die. If God doesn't take it away, I will!

With thoughts turning in his mind, Xu Xing weighed the long package behind him and led the way out. As he walked, he turned his head and said to Qi Dazhu:

"Due to wars, Hangzhou City has been constantly renovated over the years, and the drainage ditches are now interconnected. When I came to Hangzhou a few years ago, I asked someone to find out the direction of the drainage ditches.

One of them is not far from this prison. I have seen it before I came. This is your way out of the city. "After hearing Xu Xing say that he had explored the drainage canals in Hangzhou in his early years, Qi Dazhu could not help but ask:

"Master, have you been planning this so early?"

Xu Xing said lightly:

"It's just some necessary preparation, just like when people move into a new home, they have to do some cleaning and communicate with their neighbors in advance to get to know each other better."

Is there anyone who can communicate and understand like you?

Qi Dazhu had a strange look on his face, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Xu Xing looked back at Qi Dazhu, shook his head, and said angrily:

“The world is dangerous, and I have no choice but to do it.

Otherwise, should I be like you, waiting until I am captured before I start to think about how to escape, or simply surrender and be killed?"

Qi Dazhu understood where Xu Xing's anger came from, and immediately said ashamedly:

"Master, I have caused you trouble."

Seeing Qi Dazhu like this, Xu Xing's anger gradually disappeared, and some helplessness emerged.

He also knew that for Qi Dazhu, a farmer who was born and raised in this world, the authority of the government could not be easily shaken.

Moreover, the original intention of Qi Dazhu being captured this time was to avoid implicating the martial arts school. No matter what the result is, the original intention is always good.

Fortunately, after experiencing some imprisonment, this successor has grown a lot.

With this kind of unrestrained and hard-working spirit, the future path of martial arts will be much easier.

For Xu Xing, killing He Maocai was a trivial matter and was far less important than training his own successor.

Thinking of this, Xu Xing also breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around, patted Qi Dazhu on the shoulder, and said with emotion:

"You have grown a lot this time, which is equivalent to training hard in a martial arts gym for several years.

If I can get this kind of reward every time, what does it matter if I save you ten or a hundred times? As for getting you into trouble..."

At this point, Xu Xing smiled softly and said nonchalantly:
"I have long been fed up with these beasts, and I am using this as an excuse to wipe them out at once and vent my anger.

If you want to talk about implicating someone, it’s you who implicated these crooked officials.”

Qi Dazhu couldn't laugh at all when he heard Xu Xing's joke. His eyes widened, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Qi Dazhu initially thought that this inn owner, who behaved like a modest gentleman, was a Lin Chong-like character, and was forced to commit such a serious crime only because of him.

Now it seems that the owner of the hall is nothing like the Master Lin who has suffered all kinds of grievances and has nowhere to go. Instead, his lawless and unscrupulous appearance makes him look more like an old devil who has traveled all over the world and galloped across the five oceans!
If it was him who accidentally entered the White Tiger Hall, I'm afraid he would start killing people on the spot without thinking twice and would not stop until the whole place was turned upside down.

Qi Dazhu had many thoughts in his mind as he followed Xu Xing closely.

At this time, the bodies of the four jailers on the prison wall had been discovered by the guards who were changing shifts.

Suddenly, whistles were heard everywhere and many torches were lit in the darkness, forming lines of fire that illuminated the prison as bright as day.

The jailers and guards rushed over one after another. The four guards who came to relieve the shift rushed the fastest and entered the prison in just a few steps.

As soon as they stepped over the threshold, they heard a whistling sound, which turned out to be a water-ground iron rod hitting them head-on.

The iron rod is dark blue all over, the rod body is as clear as a mirror, and both ends are inlaid with hexagonal iron blocks. It is more like a long-handled double-headed hammer than an iron rod, except that the hammer head is slightly smaller.

This was none other than Xu Xing's master, the eight-armed Shura Yue Daohai, who once wielded a weapon that could traverse the world. The weapon was made of solid iron and weighed more than dozens of pounds. Once it was wielded, it was invincible.

The four men's eyes went dark, and their armor was immediately shattered and their flesh and blood rotted.

Looking at the crowd pouring in like a tide outside the door, Xu Xing pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. This was the first time he faced a siege by so many people.

Even in the battle that earned him the name "Man-Slayer", Xu Xing did not choose to fight the Mongolian soldiers head-on.

He first carried out assassinations continuously to undermine the morale of these Mongolian soldiers, and then made the final move to harvest the spoils.

Xu Xing had not yet fully strengthened his flesh, muscles and bones, and his physical strength was not enough to support him, so naturally he could not complete this kind of battle.

However, this "disgraceful" experience always bothered Xu Xing. Although the stealth and sneak attack fighting method was practical, it was still not satisfying enough.

Now that he has the opportunity to face the siege again, Xu Xing is very interested in giving it another try to see what he can do now.

Just like gamers facing unfinished achievements, for warriors, this kind of unknown challenge is always full of fun.

Facing the crowd, Xu Xing grinned, tapped the ground with the long stick in his hand, picked up the body of one of the men, and threw it at the runners and guards who were rushing out of the door.

In Xu Xing's hands, the corpse was like a cannonball that shot out of a cannonball, knocking the oncoming soldiers to the ground.

The air exploded, and four or five knives and three or four guns came at the same time, but it was as if they had hit a battering ram, and broke into several pieces with a clang.

It was as if gunpowder exploded inside the mixed iron rod, shaking violently and making clanging sounds, just like a rapidly spinning iron drill. Any weapon that came at it would be drilled to pieces.

This is the "shake" secret of Emei spear and stick. When an Emei warrior holds a spear against the enemy, he can often knock the weapon down from the enemy's hand with just a shake.

The "shake" technique that Xu Xing performed with the mixed iron stick was more than ten times more powerful than a wooden pole.
The iron rod rubbed against the air, generating intense heat. The whole place was filled with the smell of burnt iron, and the stick seemed to be on fire, scorching hot.

The scene was in chaos for a moment, but in just five or six breaths, Xu Xing had used his superb spear and stick skills to carve out a bloody path of three meters, leaving more than a dozen corpses behind him.

The prison of the Neisi Yamen is located in the west of the city, far away from the central urban area, and occupies a large open area. Once an alarm is sounded, reinforcements will come from all directions.

If a fight breaks out like this, no matter how skilled a person is in boxing, it would be difficult to escape, let alone save others.

But at this moment, this killing ground prepared for the prison breakers seemed to have become a training ground for Xu Xing to unleash his martial arts skills at will.

Xu Xing's style of stick technique is called "King Kinnara Stick". It is said that when Yue Wumu was training his troops in the past, a group of monks believed that he was the reincarnation of Dapeng Mingwang, so they came to assist him and joined the army.

These monks discussed and tested martial arts with the soldiers of Yue Army and in the bloody battle with the Jin army, they studied the ways of fighting in battle formations. Only then did they create the most fierce and powerful "King Kinnara Stick". Every move and every style was a fighting stick style without any reservations.

Now that Xu Xingyi was using such stick skills and fighting fiercely, his appearance was really like King Kinnara coming to the world, which was terrifying.

(End of this chapter)