From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

Chapter 8: Water-Repelling Sword, Eagle Claw Skill

Zheng Michang knew that Ma Ningyuan was a stubborn person. Since Hu Zongxian had done him a favor, he would not do anything ungrateful.

If you want to convince him, you must start from the perspective that is beneficial to Hu Zongxian.

After listening to this, Ma Ningyuan thought of a sentence that the Minister had said unintentionally:

"You have me, I have you, and everything in the world is bad here."

Just like now, this group of people clearly want to do things without telling Hu Zongxian and let him shoulder the responsibility, but they still want to claim that it is for his own good.

The most ironic thing is that even Ma Ningyuan himself believed deep down that this move might be the best for Hu Butang.

Yan Ge Lao was Hu Butang's mentor, and given Hu Butang's loyalty and righteousness, he would definitely not betray his teacher. But he found it difficult to convince himself to do such a cruel thing.

Although this local governor seems to be very powerful, he is actually like a young wife caught between her husband and her parents-in-law.

He has to endure the pressure from both sides while trying to take care of so many people who treat him as his own children. In the end, he can't please either side.

How could Ma Ningyuan not feel sad for his benefactor who was becoming thinner and thinner due to his hard work for official duties?

This is better. Instead of letting Hu Butang continue to struggle like this, and end up in disgrace and death without a burial place, it is better for me to take on this burden.

However, we cannot allow this group of treacherous villains to harm the minister!

Ma Ningyuan stood up suddenly, clenched his hands into fists, and said in a deep voice, looking like he was ready to fight:
"Okay, I'll do it! But after so many counties were flooded, no one can die. I can't let the minister lose face!"

Zheng Michang smiled and looked at Shen Yishi. Just as he was about to say something, Ma Ningyuan suddenly looked up and asked in a cold voice, "Where is He Maocai? Why didn't he come? Did he bring people to my house?"

Zheng Michang did not expect Ma Ningyuan to say such a thing out of the blue. He was stunned for a moment with a guilty conscience, then laughed out loud:
"Old Ma, my Lord Ma, how can Old He, a dignified provincial governor, be so careless in his work?"

Ma Ningyuan looked directly at Zheng Michang, and in a calm tone, he called him by his name:
"Zheng Michang, I just want to tell you that even if you really want to threaten me with my family, it's fine.

I, Ma Ningyuan, am a juren. If I hadn’t been appreciated by the ministers, I would never have made it this far.”

Hearing this, Zheng Michang felt something was wrong, and stood up, raised his arm to hold Ma Ningyuan's hand, and said with an apologetic smile:

"Hey, Master Ma, Brother Ma, what are you doing..."

Before Zheng Michang could finish his words, Ma Ningyuan had already shaken off his hand, his tone deep and cold as a knife.

“My family has been poor for generations, and it is only because of the care of the Minister that we have been able to have enough food and clothing, and have not starved to death or died in a sea disaster.

Now, even if you kill everyone in my Ma family, I will just regard it as returning the blessing to the minister and will not frown at it.

But if anything goes wrong with the Ministry, I will die here, and I will never give up with you!"

Hearing these words, everyone in the audience was shocked, even the three Black Stone masters opened their eyes and looked at Ma Ningyuan.

Even these people in the underworld did not expect that the Hangzhou prefect would have such a fierce temper, and they all looked surprised.

However, after the old man was surprised, he didn't take it seriously. The middle-aged man smiled slightly. Only the woman in the bamboo hat was shocked, with a hint of admiration in her eyes.

Zheng Michang didn't expect that "Ma Lengzi" would get angry at this time. He stamped his feet and said helplessly:

"Master Ma, Lao He really has something to do. He is going to the Neishi Yamen to deal with the leader of the rioters you brought back. He will be here soon.

Although the rioter named Qi Dazhu was a local mulberry farmer, he also joined a dilapidated martial arts school in Chun'an.

The owner of this martial arts school has some reputation in the countryside. Lao He plans to take advantage of this situation and capture this guy to set an example for Chun'an.

Directly destroying a martial arts school is much more deterrent than arresting a rioter.

We are all here to help the ministers and do things for the elders and junior elders, why do we have to do this, why do we have to do this? "

When speaking, Zheng Michang's tone was extremely sincere, and he explained every detail, just to dispel Ma Ningyuan's suspicion.

Ma Ningyuan nodded slowly, accepting Zheng Michang's statement. After all, he was the one who personally led the team to bring back the leader of the rioters, and he also knew about this incident.

In fact, Ma Ningyuan didn't think that Zheng Michang and the others would be so uncivilized. He just wanted to take advantage of the issue to express his attitude to Zheng Michang and show his determination.

But Ma Ningyuan didn't react at all. Shen Yishi, who was standing next to him, twitched slightly when he heard the completely unexpected words "Chun'an" and "run-down martial arts school".

When he raised his head, he saw the old man with a cloth wrapped around his head behind Zheng Michang, looking at him with a straight line of eyes that contained an elusive meaning.

The old man suddenly spoke, interrupting the conversation between Zheng Michang and Ma Ningyuan, and said with interest:

"Master Shen, are you in touch with this owner?"

Although he was questioning, his tone was extremely firm, with a tone that could not be questioned or denied.

Obviously, he trusts his own judgment.

The other two looked at Shen Yishi.

Facing the gazes of these three people, Shen Yishi's breathing tightened and he felt his heart skip a beat.

Fortunately, he is a man who is good at dealing with people, so he just smiled and said lightly:
"I have a herbal medicine shop in Chun'an. Although this man is the owner, he often comes to buy medicine in person. My subordinates are very impressed by him and have mentioned him to me several times."

After saying this, Shen Yishi looked at Zheng Michang and said seriously:

"Although there is only one disciple in this gym, he comes to buy supplies every week, which shows that his consumption is huge. I'm afraid he is not an ordinary boxer. Sir, you should be careful."

Zheng Michang had always been unwilling to have contact with these gangsters, and now seeing that this old man was so rude, he felt even more disgusted and did not take his words to heart.

After all, with Shen Yishi's financial resources, he had already opened various shops all over the Jiangnan area. So what if he had some dealings with a country boxer?
Could it be that the most powerful businessman in Jiangnan would stop doing the job assigned by the province just for a country boxer?

joke!

Therefore, after Zheng Michang heard Shen Yishi's explanation and his caring instructions on how to act, his brows relaxed, he waved his hand, and said nonchalantly:

"Old He has been a criminal lawyer for more than ten years. There are many good fighters in their judicial office. It won't be a problem for them to deal with a country boxer."

After saying this, he turned around and glanced at the old man behind him with displeasure.

Although these masters have palace backgrounds and were introduced by the young cabinet minister, Zheng Michang is no small figure after all and has his own temper.

Normally, he could still respect them a little, but if these gangsters really wanted to cause trouble, Zheng Michang would not tolerate them.

After all, although destroying the dike and flooding the fields is easier and more covert with three experts, it is not impossible to do it by mobilizing officers and soldiers, it is just a little troublesome at most.

But if Shen Yishi didn't provide grain to buy land, how could we change rice into mulberry?
Zheng Michang certainly knew what was more important and less important. Even if he brought the matter to the attention of the young cabinet minister, he felt he could make his point clear.

Shen Yishi also nodded in agreement, looking as if he would follow Zheng Michang's lead and would endure any grievance no matter what Zheng Michang said.

But he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, while thinking about feasible strategies to deal with the current situation.

"Xu Wenchang, ah Xu Wenchang, you really made me suffer." Just as Shen Yishi was thinking quickly about how to get out of the predicament, changes occurred in the hall again.

The old man raised his eyebrows and looked at the dome in the front hall. The woman with the sword frowned and put her right hand on the sword. The middle-aged man also narrowed his eyes and put his hands in his sleeves.

Although Zheng Michang, Ma Ningyuan and Shen Yishi did not know what was going on, they could feel that the atmosphere had suddenly changed.

Following a series of explosions, the roof that the old man was looking at exploded inwards, tiles splattered everywhere, and rubble broke into pieces and collapsed.

A figure holding a long stick shot out!

"Hmm?" The old man raised his eyebrows and said with a hint of surprise, "It's three numbers faster than I expected?"

The woman with the sword didn't waste any time and took action immediately.

With her left hand, she lifted the hat off her head, pushed her right knee forward, pressed her thigh against her calf, and her tendons throbbing, driving her body forward violently.

With just one big step, the female swordsman pushed open the screen between the front hall and the back hall, rushed to the front hall, stepped on the large round table placed in it, and used the force to leap upwards.

The thick and heavy solid Huanghuali wood table shook when she stepped on it with one foot, breaking one of its legs and causing the entire table top to tilt downward.

The female swordsman leaped into the air, placed her left thumb on the sword guard, twisted her wrist, and slapped the scabbard with her palm, causing the blade to vibrate like a stretched spring, ready to strike.

When the shock force accumulated to its peak, she pushed out the sword with her left thumb and drew the sword out of the sheath with her right hand.

This series of complex movements in her hands are completely smooth and seamless, with an indescribable, natural beauty.

This technique of using the palm to drive the sword is derived from the Wudang Tai Chi Palm, and can generate a hard, round and vibrating force.

A palm strike on the scabbard can give the sword body an initial elastic force, allowing the blade to naturally come out of the sheath, increasing the speed of drawing the sword by several times.

In the past, after Emperor Zhengde ordered the Shenji Camp to destroy Wudang Mountain, countless secret books were scattered around the world. This female swordsman also learned some of the essence of Tai Chi's Gangyuan, integrated it into her own swordsmanship, and created this sword-drawing technique.

Before Xu Xing landed on the ground, he heard a "ding-dong" sound like dewdrops falling into a lake. Then he saw the tip of a sword piercing through the smoke and dust and heading straight for his throat, like a ray of clear snow light, extremely thin and fast.

It was a soft sword with a blade as thin as a cicada's wing and a slender body. The triple power added together made this sword extremely fast, the fastest Xu Xing had ever seen in his life.

Compared to this kind of swordsmanship, the Shinkage-ryu swordsmanship that Inoue Jushiro was so proud of was simply shit.

Xu Xing's eyes trembled, and he felt a chill on his cheeks, as if a sharp north wind was blowing in his face.

At this distance and at such a fast speed, he had no time to raise the iron rod. He was in mid-air, with no way to dodge. Xu Xing could only use his left hand to fight back.

He hunched his chest and straightened his back, twisted his waist violently, swung out with his left hand, and a rapid, sharp breath blew out of his mouth.

The breath was like the long cry of a hawk swooping down, breaking through the air, sharp and piercing, and echoing far away in the reception room.

Although the skin on Xu Xing's palms was fair, as he exerted strength, dark blue veins bulged out like tangled steel bars, entwining his fingers and palms, emitting a cold light and revealing a sharp and terrifying force.

With a "swish" sound, the air was like a piece of silk cloth being torn, the air flow was turbulent, and Xu Xing's left arm avoided the sword edge and stretched out at an angle.

With one claw, the female swordsman even felt an extremely strong fishy smell coming towards her. It didn't feel like a human hand, but rather like the sharp claw of some steel monster.

The Yue Family San Shou style taught by Xianchao Hall also incorporates the training methods of Shaolin's powerful eagle claw and the Northern Eagle Claw. When you first start practicing, you have to boil green beans in an oil pan and use your bare hands to do it. After practicing, you need to wash your palms with secret medicine.

After achieving minor success, you can switch to stones and iron sand, each time becoming more and more ferocious. When you achieve major success, your Qi and blood will flow smoothly, your muscles and bones will be as strong as steel, and you can tear a galloping horse apart alive.

At the same time, you also need to practice strength, knocking on wood, tearing trees, picking flowers, twisting beans, drawing tofu, from hard to soft, from yang to yin.

When the Eagle Claw is practiced to Xu Xing's level, one claw can make a loud noise when it strikes, and the Yin force can penetrate the bones, crushing stones into powder and breaking gold and iron. In the jargon, it is called "Yin and Yang Grabbing at the Same Time", which can be said to be "taking the pulse with just a touch of clothing, and breaking tendons and bones."

No matter what kind of sword or knife you use, it will be difficult to withstand this attack.

But as soon as his fingers touched the sword, Xu Xing realized something was wrong.

There's something strange about this sword.

Although Xu Xing's eagle claw power looks scary, in fact, the dead skin on his fingertips and palms has already fallen off, and his skin is as delicate as a baby's.

This is truly "one touch and one response". Even the slightest force can be felt and controlled by him.

At this moment, Xu Xing felt the mystery of this soft sword.

The sword is made of gold and iron on the outside, but is wrapped in a line of mercury on the inside, just like an arm that can bend and stretch freely without the constraints of bones.

In the hands of a swordsman, this soft sword can exert changes in power that even an ordinary boxer cannot match, let alone other weapons.

Therefore, although the sword was caught, the female swordsman was not panicked at all. She shook her wrist, exerted force to swing away the mercury in the sword, and exerted a springy force to drive the sword body.

The soft sword twisted and jumped like a living thing, breaking free from Xu Xing's eagle hand grip, drawing a mysterious path in the air, and biting towards his heart.

Fortunately, Xu Xing had understood the secret of the soft sword through the skill of "listening to the force", and he let go of his hand in advance to avoid the explosion.

At the same time, an iron rod wrapped in a whistling gale came down and blocked the tip of the soft sword.

With a clanging sound, both of them fell on the round table that was tilted due to the broken legs, and broke all the remaining legs.

After landing, the female swordsman held the long sword in her right hand, made a sword finger with her left hand, stepped on the Nine Palaces, and her body moved unsteadily, and she stabbed with another sword.

The mercury in the sword condensed into a silver line, stretching from the hilt to the tip of the sword, adding an explosive force to the momentum of the sword.

Even if the sword fails to penetrate the body, but only touches the skin, it can cause the skin and flesh to explode and bleed profusely.

Xu Xing's eyes fixed, he grasped the mixed iron stick with both hands, and faced the soft sword. The head of the stick bounced back and forth like a latent dragon poking its head out, causing a sound like tearing silk.

Beneath the clothes, the muscles on Xu Xing's back protruded from the skin, and the tendons were exposed. They kept climbing and entwining on the back and waist, and the tendons distributed along the meridians were twisted into thick snake-like muscle chains.

——This is a symbol of using all one’s strength.

The iron rod weighing dozens of pounds was like an extremely elastic bamboo pole in Xu Xing's hand. The head of the rod drew circles, stirring the air and forming a vortex, which instantly encompassed the entire changing path of the soft sword.

When the female swordsman looked at the shape, she felt that it was a bit like the Wudang sword technique "Little Chaos Ring" that she was quite familiar with. However, this terrifying power of shaking the long steel stick into a circle and turning hardness into softness was something she had never seen before in her life.

Although the explosive force from the sword tip could tear flesh, it was unable to blow open Xu Xing's mixed iron stick. As soon as the sword and stick collided, a powerful force surged along the sword body.

The female swordsman only felt that the force was so powerful, wave after wave, that it made her palms numb and she could hardly hold the hilt of the sword.

The sword in the hand is the life of the swordsman. It can be said that under Xu Xing's stick, the life of the female swordsman is like a candle in the wind, and is in danger.

The middle-aged man also noticed this, his eyes narrowed, and he was surprised.

The woman's name is Xiyu. She is a swordsman trained personally by the Black Stone leader, King Zhuanlun. She is proficient in the use of the "Forty-one Water-Splitting Swords" to perfection. With this sword in her hand, even a master has to temporarily avoid the edge.

Such a swordsman with extraordinary swordsmanship was about to be defeated in just two or three rounds?
(End of this chapter)