Jiang Wen never thought that he would meet the legendary Wu Mei Shi Tai, one of the five elders of Shaolin, at this time and on this occasion.

He never expected that such a senior martial artist would take such a big risk for the sake of his disciples, break into the Guangzhou mansion at this moment, and take action against Shang Kexi.

General Wang wanted to monopolize the great achievements, but was killed by five masters. The palm movements under her monk's robe were quietly hidden, but Jiang Wen sensed the lightest and softest martial arts from a simple gesture.

It stands to reason that only by relying on such martial arts, the five masters could approach General Wang without anyone noticing, cut off his square-inch spiritual platform with a secret palm, and cut off his big head with a whisk.

His kung fu skills, which combine softness with strength, are already better than those of Feng Daduo, who also used a fly whisk in front of Jiang Wen.

The legendary Five Elders of Southern Shaolin are not only elders in age, but also represent that they are the five people with the most superb martial arts in Southern Shaolin.

But among the turbulent rumors in the world, these five people seem to be well-known in some unique way. After all, even "oldness" has different expressions in the world.

For example, Feng Daode's "old" is Lao Cheng. As the last disciple of Xing Yin's Zen poems, he has the means and power. He succeeds as the head of Wudang with the identity of a Shaolin traitor but is able to integrate the overall situation. The means and forbearance are unimaginable.

It is difficult to understand for people in the world who claim that their lives are short and their ambitions are everlasting. However, Feng Daode was able to sit down as steady as a mountain, just like his martial arts, he was upright and steady, neither slow nor slow.

Although Jiang Wen had not seen the other few people with his own eyes, he had heard a little about it from others. For example, Taoist Baimei's "old" was ruthless. Even if his martial arts were at the highest level, he had never been proud of his status as a master. He killed people and silenced them.

For him, it was as easy as eating and drinking. It was not until he suddenly lived in seclusion deep in Mount Emei that the rumors of murders in the world subsided.

Miao Xian's "old" is well-informed. As a martial arts master, he has long been through the ups and downs in the world, and he is also familiar with many unknown rumors in the martial arts world. In Southern Shaolin, he is like a buried statue.

Submerged in the dust and covered with cobwebs, the stone Buddha in the side hall quietly witnesses every strand of moss between the bricks of Southern Shaolin.

Zen Master Zhishan's "oldness" is persistence. Now he has transformed into the essence of Southern Shaolin. No matter how precarious Southern Shaolin is and its future is declining, it seems that as long as Zen Master Zhishan stands there, Southern Shaolin's Thousands of Treasures Palace and Ten Thousand Zen Forests will be there.

It will emerge from the soil on its own and take root in this land that no one has ever set foot on.

These "old" looks were too far away. Jiang Wen originally had doubts, but it wasn't until Jiang Wen saw the five masters today that he realized that not all the five elders of Southern Shaolin were old, at least she didn't look the same.

He is not considered old, and his movements are swift and sharp.

The five masters still have skills that are not inferior to those of young people, but her voice is too decadent and cold, with a unique quality that has been tempered by time, just like the lamp oil burned out in front of the Buddhist hall after last night's rituals were dispersed.

, there are still hanging candlesticks stained with cold frost when the dust is exposed. Just one glance can make the extremely tired little novice who has just entered the temple feel chilly.

"I have admired the name of Wuyi Master for a long time. Wuyi Sect Jiang Wen met his senior today."

Jiang Wen greeted him respectfully, pointing out that the other party was willing to take risks. Even if the other party did not talk to him, the other party still deserved Jiang Wen's respect at this time. But what Jiang Wen was more curious about was the reason why she came here.

Is it just for the sake of the two apprentices, or is it because he wants to search for the remaining traces of Southern Shaolin like himself?

At this time, many people were looking here, with all kinds of indescribable meanings in their eyes, but the cold nun only looked at Yuan Ziyi in the field.

Apparently some of the martial arts heroes also discovered this place.

I saw that the swordsman with a golden face seemed to be in a daze, but the others remained confused and didn't know what the people here were talking about. Yuan Ziyi was stunned at first, and then turned pale.

, looked here with trembling eyes in despair, and finally looked at Jiang Wen secretly as if helplessly asking for help.

The fifth master still didn't speak, but one could tell at a glance why she came here - disciple, follow my master.

Walk?

How to go?

What to take away?

At this time, the voice of armored soldiers was approaching, and a feeling of despair and helplessness gradually spread. The old nun seemed not to understand the situation at this time, or perhaps did not care about the crisis at hand. There was nothing in the whole world.

Only the lonely apprentice was left in front of her.

Jiang Wen didn't know why Yuan Ziyi was so afraid of her master. Even the army's invasion could not change her fear, but he probably guessed the reason why Yuan Ziyi walked down the mountain this time. I'm afraid it was not as simple as she said.

Dark clouds were pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it. The sky was covered by layers of extremely dark and ominous dark clouds. The ground was besieged by countless elite soldiers of the Prince of Pingnan who were waiting in formation, lined up with swords and spears.

A total of three thousand elite soldiers, this is a gratifying reliance and confidence, and it is also the capital that he is proud of. Although the scale of three thousand people is nothing, these three thousand soldiers have the same loyalty and cold-bloodedness, and they are only loyal to Pingnan.

Wang Shang is a happy person, and it is also the core of his power that he has poured out with countless blood and wealth. The bow is strung, the sword is exerting force, the anxious horse, and the cold eyes, even if the wind at this time is still blowing from the depths of the sea and the sky to the south gate.

As it blew, people in front of me could smell the thick rusty smell of blood against the wind.

"Hurry up and catch us!"

The people in the martial arts world had just killed the remaining soldiers, and only heard the cry of killing. More elite soldiers were slowly advancing around the two ends of Shenzhupu. The evil waves in the South China Sea were also rolling in, and they surrounded the people in the martial arts world from all sides.

people.

Sweat dripped from the foreheads of the martial arts heroes, and the sound of shallow and violent breathing rose and fell. The scene seemed to be at a deadlock, except for Jiang Wen and the nun on the hilltop. They were like deliberately forgotten chess pieces on the chessboard, and they didn't know.

Is this a good thing or a bad thing.

The atmosphere was depressing to the extreme. Shang Kexi, who was wearing an armored robe, finally appeared on the stage. He was riding on a black cloud war horse with extraordinary steeds and said to the martial arts people who were forced to a dead end.

"Today, I can give you a way to survive."

At this time, there was no arrogance, no contempt in his tone, and there was no resentment that was too strong to be resolved before, because not only he knew, but everyone present also knew that this battle was over, and only by throwing away everything

Only those who are still alive now and in the future are qualified to talk about victory or defeat.

And Shang Kexi happens to be such a person.

Chen Jialuo stood up reluctantly, and several heads of the Red Flower Club who came to join him were also guarding him, but they were all bruised and exhausted. At this time, the target was within a hundred steps, and not only could his voice be heard clearly, but also his voice could be heard clearly.

The swaying helmets and tassels were clearly visible, but they no longer had the strength to take even one step forward.

Shang Kexi stood at a high place and reined in his horse, looking down. The golden python fire beads, cloud patterns, river cliffs and other patterns on his armor were about to fly, and he finally slowly stated the conditions.

"Today, those whose hands are not stained with the blood of my Prince Pingnan and who have not participated in the conspiracy can leave. I will let this be done. The remaining people will be captured immediately and can survive. Anyone who disobeys the order and resists should be cut into pieces by a thousand knives."

Punishment!"

After these words were spoken, no one among the martial arts heroes took action. Among the people who can persist until now, who is not determined to make Shang Kexi an enemy, and who has no reason behind doing anything? What Shang Kexi said is tantamount to naked

The humiliation forced them to choose whether to live in a shameless way from now on, or stay where they were and wait to die.

An old man stood out from among the martial arts heroes, holding a stick and swearing in a deep voice.

"You can't kill a scholar. I didn't expect to see Shang Laogou. You barking like a beast here are just a good show!"

Shang Kexi, who was stabbed in the face, was not angry. Instead, he looked thoughtful. For some reason, he watched the lean old man sink into deep thought for a long time before he spoke.

"Ten months ago, a secret letter was sent to Wu Liuqi, which was filled with treacherous and treacherous words. After Wu Zongbing transcribed it, he presented one copy to the court and one copy to the king. As early as that time,

, I have already foreseen the strangeness in it. Therefore, the current plan is just that you are just throwing yourself into a trap, so what is the difficulty if I really want to kill you?"

Shang Kexi said calmly, but his eyes became more and more fierce, "Now that the matter has come to this, I don't need to hide it. As long as you dare to set foot in Guangzhou City, you will not be able to break this city out of my palm."

This is my king’s fiefdom and my foundation, no one can hide anything here!”

The old man snorted coldly and glared angrily while holding the iron rod in his arms. Shang Kexi suddenly laughed out loud and revealed a shocking news.

"Hao Yaoqi, I admired that you were famous for your bravery and daring in battle, and you have been loyal for many years, but I didn't expect that you would change your appearance and disguise yourself in Bazhong, and recruit boatmen to establish some sort of 'Qingqi Gang'."

There were bursts of exclamations from the crowd. Not only was the name Hao Yaoqi not unfamiliar to them, but it was surprisingly familiar. It can be said that there was no such figure in the world twenty years ago, but twenty years ago

The person who disrupts the general trend of the world is definitely this person!

Hao Waoqizhe was born in Shangqiu. In his early years, he was the flag bearer of King Chuang, and later the leader of the Shun Army in Western Hubei. After Li Zicheng's defeat, the old camp was named "Loyalty Camp" and continued to fight against the Qing Dynasty. When the Yongli regime was extremely critical, he served as the leader of the Shun Army in Western Hubei.

The "Zhongzhen Camp" rushed to the rescue, and Zhu Youlang conferred the title of Marquis of Nan'an on Hao Yaoqi. Later, Dashun King Li Lai ordered the "Zhongzhen Camp" to withdraw from Xiangxi to the north to the junction of Hubei, Sichuan and Shaanxi. Hao Yaoqi then moved to

Fang County guards the Yunxi Mountain area.

The last news about Hao Yaoqi is that two years ago, Li Laixiang divided the "Zhongzhen Camp" into nine. Hao Yaoqi and three other people each led three battalions to guard western Hubei, eastern Sichuan, and southern Shaanxi to cultivate and fight for self-sufficiency.

.A few months later, Li Laixiang organized the rebel army into four battalions and placed Wang Xingguang's troops under Hao Yaoqi's command. Therefore, this man was not just a prince but also a general. Could he really be so humble as Shang Kexi expected?

Are you talking about assassination here?

The old man looked solemn, looking at the bruised Iron Tower Yang Chengxie beside him and sighed: "Since I waved the flag and charged into battle, has there ever been a day when I didn't put my head on my belt? Even if things don't go well today, I have no regrets. It's just a pity for my subordinate Lang Ben.

Blood should be spilled on the battlefield, but now I have to die in the hands of a rat like you!"

Hao Yaoqi no longer concealed his identity. His body, which had aged prematurely due to years of fighting, was full of scars. He faced Shang Kexiyuan, as if time had returned to the fateful battle in front of Shanhaiguan.

"What? You call yourself heroes, but you even have to hide your identity from each other?"

Shang Kexi's mind was flooded with past memories, and he also recalled his shock when Wu Liuqi secretly reported the news. However, he still pretended not to care and said: "There are indeed some heroes among the intruders. No wonder they fought repeatedly in the Qian Ming Dynasty to suppress rebellion.

If you are defeated repeatedly, no matter what civil servants or generals you send, you will inevitably die in front of the battle."

Jiang Wen frowned slightly, why did the assassination of martial arts people suddenly turn into a political duel? Others may not know it at this time, but Jiang Wen knew very well that the person behind the Red Flower Society was Zheng Chenggong, who was obviously also a political force.

In other words, today's matter also involves the duel between Li Chuangyu's party, Nanming Yongli, Nanming Zheng family, the Qing court, and Pingnan Palace?

No wonder the two Ouchi guards have been claiming that they are here to arrest the rebels. It turns out that the rebels are really by my side?

Jiang Wen was worried that the night would be long and the dream would be too much. If something happened again, he might turn out to be "the rebel is me", so he quickly took out his amulet and said to Shang Kexi: "Prince Pingnan, don't forget what you promised me before."

, we still have urgent matters, and we can’t afford to delay today.”

The so-called thing is that you can take people away. This does not need to be explained clearly.

Shang Ke looked coldly with a happy eyebrow, raised his riding whip and pointed it in the distance. Jiang Wen quickly broke into the crowd, pulled out Luo Shuang'er and Yuan Ziyi, who was silent, and pulled them to him. He whispered beside him: "You guys go and talk to Lei quickly."

Tigers unite, don’t get involved in the head-losing thing here.”

Jiang Wen waited until the three apprentices and Wen Yuqin arrived at this time, and hurriedly urged them to leave first, but found that Shang Kexi was also looking here.

"Master Jiang, I only allow you to take away the Luo family and innocent people, but the person who just killed my general must stay."

Jiang Wen frowned and turned to look at the expressionless 5th Master Tai. He found that only Yuan Ziyi's face flashed with regret and regret, while the 5th Master Tai himself had no expression and had no intention of following him at this time.
To be continued...