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Volume Six: Records of Guan Feng Yun Chapter Six: Long Street Sword Fight (Part 2)

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    Five or six miles away from Dangshan Town, we heard the cry of mountains collapsing and ground cracking in front of us. Everyone looked at each other in confusion.  For the sake of safety, the vanguard responsible for opening the road consciously lowered the speed of travel. Hearing the sudden sound of hoofbeats, a spy galloped out and went straight into Dangshan Town.

    After a while, Tan Ma galloped back and came to the front of a majestic man wearing a yellow robe. He rolled off the saddle three feet away, knelt down on one knee, and reported loudly: "Prince Qi, Dangshan Town  In it, there are Jianghu people fighting swords in the street! The sword energy is soaring to the sky, and the spectators are like a blockage, making it difficult to pass."

    A fierce general with a red face behind the prince snorted coldly, clasped his fists and said: "Your Majesty, the ignorant people are openly violating the prohibition and privately inviting fights, ignoring the laws of the Ming Dynasty. We will drive them away at the end and clear the way for the prince.  "

    The prince was about thirty years old, with a beard on his face, a tall and strong figure, and he was not angry or intimidating. Although he was not wearing armor, he still exuded a fierce and brave temperament. He was definitely not the kind of person who indulged in wine and beauty.  Useless.  A pair of bows and arrows and a long sword hung next to his saddle. Judging from the wear and tear of the paint on their surfaces, they should be used from time to time.  He did not comment on his subordinate's request, turned to the monk on his right and smiled: "Daoyan, what do you think?"

    The monk had a strange appearance, long and narrow eyes, and a sallow complexion. He was about fifty years old. He was wearing a black monk's robe. He looked like a sick tiger and exuded a murderous aura that was rare among Buddhists. He said lightly: "Meng Yuanwei  It is destroyed, the world is not at peace, and martial arts among the people are prevalent, which should be a blessing for our court. What's more, the prince has an idea in his heart, just do it. If the idea is clear, there will be no invasion of evil spirits. "

    The prince laughed loudly: "The one who knows me is Dao Yan!" After a pause, he said: "Zhang Yu, go and call the National Master Bird and let him see what a great hero of the Ming Dynasty is like!"

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????  How could the common people dare to stand in front of the Ming army and horses? They all held their heads and ran away.  The noisy noises from far and near quickly subsided as if a basin of cold water had been poured on Duotou.  Among the cavalry guards, the prince's eyes were as bright as lightning and he was very interested.  He has the air of guiding the country and the country.  Next to him, there is a Hu monk, wearing a Wuming Buddha crown, fluttering horse tassels, gray eyebrows, dark complexion, carrying a primitive and simple round drum on his back, and a drumstick on his waist, with a cold face.  Like iron.  Following closely behind them were Monk Daoyan and a Mongolian man.  After that are Zhang Yu and other fierce generals and elite soldiers.

    As the elite cavalry of the Ming army approached, the atmosphere suddenly changed. Everyone was confused and looked at each other.  Taoist Master Tianxuan frowned slightly and said in a loud voice: "I am Tianxuan, the leader of the Hengshan Sword Sect. I don't know which general is passing by. Can you hold off for a moment and wait for the competition to end? I apologize for any offense I have offended."

    The prince waved his hand, and all the cavalrymen reined in their horses and stood still.  It is as moving as wind and fire and as quiet as mountains, showing extremely powerful combat power.  The prince laughed and said: "It turns out to be Taoist Priest Tianxuan! Priest, please relax, I'm just here to open your eyes and won't break the rules of the world." Seeing swords and lightning shooting in the middle of the field.  The figure was flying up and down, and he couldn't help but nod his head and said: "Master Gan Ma Ci. What do you think of the martial arts of these two people? Can they still be able to enter the master's eyes?"

    It turns out that this prince is the fourth son of Zhu Yuanzhang - King Yan Zhu Di and his wife Xu Da Nu. In the 13th year of Hongwu, he was ordered to guard Peiping. He was famous for his bravery and courage in northern Xinjiang.  He has personally led troops into the grassland more than once, and fought against the Northern Yuan army. He has won many battles and driven the enemy thousands of miles away. His ability to march and form formations and to fight decisively on the battlefield is comparable to that of famous generals in the world.  Monk Dao Yan is his first counselor. His wisdom and strategies are as if they were divinely taught and his actions are unfathomable. Every advice he gives will be adopted.

    ????????? Gan Machi is the Northern Yuan Dynasty¡¯s Imperial Guard, and this trip is under the secret order of the Mongol Emperor. He wants to go to the capital to meet with the Emperor of Ming Dynasty, in an attempt to conclude a peace treaty, and to beg the Ming army not to frequent the Northern Expedition.  To show his sincerity, the Mongolian emperor not only sent a large number of jewelry vessels and precious furs, but also presented the most beautiful pearl princess in the royal family with his hands.  Therefore, the purpose of the trip was to humiliate and seek peace. Gan Maqi and his party did not make a big fanfare and walked thousands of miles quietly.  As soon as they entered the territory of the Ming Dynasty, the first thing they encountered was the soldiers and horses of King Yan.  After Zhu Di learned of Gan Maqi's intention, although he was absolutely unwilling to reconcile with Bei Yuan, he had no right to make the final decision regarding the rise and fall of the two countries' national fortunes.  At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang ordered him to return to the capital to participate in the suburban sacrifice ceremony, so he went south with Gan Maqi. Firstly, he monitored the Mongols nearby to prevent them from spying on the military situation; secondly, they brought a large number of treasures and beauties. If they were not careful,  Isn¡¯t it a disgrace to the country to rob the heroes of the world?  If there are elite soldiers and generals accompanying you to protect you, no gangs or bandits will dare to have evil thoughts.  Nearly a thousand of them originally took a boat to go south along the canal. Later, due to flooding, the river embankment was damaged, and the boat was blocked, they switched to walking by land. They planned to go around the disaster area and board the boat again in Xuzhou to go south.

    Since Zhu Di led the army, he has gone out to fight with foreign tribes every year. He has fought dozens of times in large and small formations, often defeating the enemy.Liu Shui, so he looked down on this so-called Mongolian national division at all.  On the way, I accidentally heard that there were masters fighting swords, so I forced Gan Maqi to come over to watch the battle. In fact, I wanted to show off - we are a huge country with countless capable people, and there are many strong ones even in remote places!

    Gan Machi was awarded the title of "National Preceptor", relying on more than just his profound Buddhist teachings. Otherwise, how could he suppress the masters of various sects outside the Great Wall?  How can one break through the desert grassland where thieves are rampant and remain safe?  His eyes seemed to be open and closed, and he said calmly: "These two people have their own strengths in swordsmanship. Given time, they will both have the opportunity to become famous masters."

    Zhu Di asked unceremoniously: "I wonder if there are such outstanding people on the Mongolian grasslands?"

    Gan Ma Qi often walks around the royal family, and he is already proficient in figuring out people's hearts. How could he not know Zhu Di's true intentions?  But people under the eaves have to bow their heads.  If there is a meaningless dispute with Zhu Di, it will be very detrimental to the conclusion of the peace treaty.  Zhu Yuanzhang favored and trusted his own son, and it was known to the world. How could he not consult the King of Yan who was in charge of Northern Xinjiang on the issue of war or peace with Bei Yuan?  Perhaps Zhu Di's words can decide whether tens of thousands of Mongolians live or die!  While thinking, He Shi said: "The Southern Dynasty has outstanding people and a long-lasting inheritance. In fact, we in the northern border are not as good as us! The men outside the Great Wall are good at bowing, horse riding, and shooting. But they are weak in martial arts. I searched all over the north and south of the desert, but I'm afraid I can't find them.  What a talent with such exquisite swordsmanship."

    After hearing his subtle flattery, Zhu Di was heartfelt and said with a big smile: "Master, in fact, I am as skilled in bow and horse as a Ming Dynasty man. Otherwise, how could I have defeated your Mongolian army in the grassland?"

    Even though Gan Ma Qi was well-behaved, her face could not help but heat up after hearing King Yan's arrogant words.  At this moment, the Mongolian man behind him suddenly said loudly: "Your Majesty, do the swordsmen of the Southern Dynasties only use postures to scare people? After fighting for so long, don't you feel tired after all the grinding?"

    Gan Maqi's heart moved slightly and shouted: "Tenggemu, you must not be rude in front of the prince!"

    Zhu Di's laughter suddenly fell.  He glanced sideways at the Mongolian man and said coldly: "Tenggemu, from what you said, it seems that you are quite dissatisfied with me, the Ming swordsman?"

    "Tenggemu has a stout body, curly hair, eyes like bells, and the skin on his face is as rough as gravel. He doesn't know how old he is.  He was wearing a traditional Mongolian robe, with a scimitar hanging from his waist, and his eyes were fierce.  Like a dormant hungry wolf, it temporarily closed its claws, but the restless killing aura occasionally leaked out, making people stand on end with chills.  He did not have Gan Maqi's worries and said carelessly: "I don't know the level of swordsmanship, but these two people are no match for me. If the prince allows me, I will fight with them."

    Zhu Di was angry in his heart, smiled and shook his head: "Tenggemu, the sword has no eyes, in case I hurt you during the competition. The crime of beating the envoy is not light. Even if I am a prince, I will be scolded and punished by my father."  Tenggemu banged his chest and said proudly: "With their abilities, how can they hurt me?" Dao Yan suddenly said: "Your Majesty, if Tenggemu declares that he is responsible for life and death, and there is a national master to prove it. Even if it is revealed,  If anything goes wrong, it is not your fault." Zhu Di nodded, caressing his beard and said, "This is a wonderful statement. I wonder what the Imperial Master's intention is?" Tenggemu was eager to give it a try, and said loudly: "National Master, what are you doing?  Let me bear witness! In a martial arts duel, life and death depend on fate!" Gan Ma stabbed his mouth and proclaimed the Buddha's name, and solemnly said: "Tenggemu, the duel with the Han people in the Southern Dynasties is really your own doing and has nothing to do with me, Dayuan. Do you understand?"

    "Understood!" Tenggemu looked careless and seemed to be reckless in asking for war. In fact, he wanted to take this opportunity to suppress the Han warriors to prevent Zhu Di from being too arrogant and thinking that the Mongols were weak and easy to bully.  He held his breath and wanted to be famous in the Southern Dynasty. After getting permission from Gan Ma Qi, he pressed the horse's back with one palm, and like a dark cloud floating up, it swept across a distance of several feet and landed in the middle of the field.

    As soon as he appeared, the audience who had been quiet for a long time immediately burst into uproar.  "Where did this Mongolian barbarian come from?" "What does this guy want to do?" "Get out of here!" "Don't mess with my gambling situation!"

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Tengge Muli didn't wait for Taoist Master Tianxuan to stop him, suddenly opened his mouth and shouted loudly, as if a thunder exploded on the ground, the scimitar was unsheathed, and slashed down between Hu Xiaotian and Qin Maoyang!

    Hu Xiaotian had noticed early that a group of uninvited guests had arrived, and he secretly observed in surprise. When he saw Tenggemu falling from the sky with murderous intent, it was obvious that he had bad intentions, and he suddenly used force to knock Qin Maoyang's sword away, and flew several feet away.  The two swords clashed, and Qin Maoyang involuntarily took several steps back, just in time to avoid the fierce sword light. He was frightened in his heart, and then he realized that Hu Xiaotian did not use his full strength when fighting!  Hu Xiaotian pointed his sword and said coldly: "Mongolian barbarian, what do you want to do?"

    Tengemu grinned and said loudly: "I am the Mongolian warrior Tengemu! With the consent of your prince, I now formally challenge you! Do you dare to accept the challenge?"

    "Your Majesty?!" Thousands of people, including Taoist Priest Tianxuan, gasped, most of their eyes filled with awe.  The emperor is known as the "Son of Heaven" and is promoted as trueIf a dragon is possessed, then the prince is naturally the son of a real dragon. How can it be easily seen by ordinary people?

    Zhu Di waved his hand, and Zhang Yu ran out on horseback, saying loudly: "The King of Yan has ordered that Mongolian swordsmen compete with me, the Ming Dynasty swordsman, in a fair duel, with life and death at their own risk, and no one else is allowed to interfere!"

    Hu Xiaotian frowned slightly. What was King Yan¡¯s intention? Why did he suddenly allow Tenggemu to intervene?  As the saying goes, if you know yourself and the enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger.  He had never heard of Tenggemu at all, and he didn't know the level of this Mongolian swordsman. If he failed, wouldn't all his previous efforts be wasted and his reputation be ruined?  What's more, this battle involves the Mongolian-Han conflict, and the loser will definitely be ridiculed and reviled by the people in the world for the rest of his life!  In front of the public, he had no choice but to retreat, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Qin, you and I are discussing swordsmanship in the street. This is an elegant thing in the martial arts world. Unfortunately, it is a pity that outsiders disrupted the situation. I don't know how much of Brother Qin's skill has been consumed.  ?Can you still fight?"

    Qin Maoyang also knew that the matter was of great importance.  This is never the time to show off.  He smiled casually: "The foreigners are arrogantly inviting a fight. Even if I only have one power left, I will fight to the end! I also ask Brother Hu to plunder the formation for me. Let me go off first to see the true strength of the enemy."

    Hu Xiaotian was not pretentious, and said: "Brother Qin is a great talent, and his courage is commendable. If you can't hold on, just speak up, but don't force yourself too much." Since Teng Gemu dared to draw his sword and call for battle in front of King Yan, how could he be considered a weakling?  Qin Maoyang had just finished fighting and had exhausted a lot of energy.  Facing the energetic Mongolian warriors, they suffered a setback and the situation was not optimistic.

    Qin Maoyang said softly: "My reputation for orthodoxy in Central Plains martial arts cannot be ignored. If I lose the battle, it will all be up to Brother Hu to turn the tide!"

    Hu Xiaotian was shocked in his heart and said seriously: "Brother Qin, don't worry, I will shoulder this heavy burden!"

    Qin Maoyang laughed loudly, raised his sword and pointed at the glaring Tenggemu: "Qin Maoyang of the Hengshan Sword Sect is willing to accept your challenge! Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are in the sky!"

    "What a man!" The surrounding audience shared the same hatred and applauded in unison. The atmosphere was more enthusiastic than ever before.

    Tenggemu said proudly: "You all come together, you alone are no match for me."

    Qin Maoyang was furious and shouted: "Tenggemu, don't insult me, a warrior of the Ming Dynasty! We disdain the scandal of beating a small number with more than one!"

    Tenggemu coldly snorted: "Since you insist on saving face, don't blame me for not giving you a chance!" As he spoke, he slowly raised the scimitar to the middle of his eyes, and then pushed it forward. His eyes instantly became bloodshot and turned red, and a violent murderous aura filled the air.  As he drove away, his clothes, robes, and hair moved automatically without any wind, and his aura could not help but rise, like a devil coming to the world.

    Zhu Di, Dao Yan and others screamed in secret, it turned out that this plain-looking Mongolian swordsman was actually powerful!  Gan Ma Qi looked unmoved.  But he couldn't help but sneer inside, this was shooting himself in the foot.  Tengemu was born into a noble family. He practiced martial arts with a famous master since he was a child. With his amazing talent, his swordsmanship was unparalleled in Mongolia.  He once went to the far north to practice swordsmanship in the freezing cold.  Then he went to the depths of the desert to understand the secret of heaven, and struck out with a knife.  It contains both extreme heat and extreme cold, and is known as the "Red Flame Black Ice Sword".  Unless these two young swordsmen practice for ten more years, they may have a chance to pass the hundred-move mark.

    Daoyan coughed lightly and asked: "Master, how old is Tenggemu this year?" Gan Maqi and Daoyan talked about the Buddhist scriptures all the way. They were deeply impressed by the other's profound knowledge and did not dare to hear the words.  He was scornful and replied: "Master Daoyan, Tengemu is twenty-five this year. He is actually the little prince of the Waci tribe. His real name is Zhaci Ahu, and his father is Khan King Maciha'er."  Gan Maqi couldn't help but feel moved, and said slowly: "Could he be the legendary 'Wolf of Waqi'? That Mongolian hero who single-handedly traversed the snowy desert?" Gan Maqi was secretly awe-inspiring. The so-called "knowing the slightest thing", it seems that Yan  The king knows the truth and falsehoods of all the grassland tribes very well!  He nodded and said: "Exactly! Master Dao Yan, is there something wrong?" Dao Yan shook his head, looked at the dignified King Yan, and remained silent.  The same thought flashed through both of their minds: I am afraid they will lose this battle!

    Qin Maoyang was hit face-to-face by Tenggemu's violent murderous intent. The pressure in front of him increased sharply, and his bottom plate actually loosened slightly.  Qingzhi couldn't let his opponent rush to draw the sword first. He let out a clear whistle, his body flashed, and he swung the long sword smoothly. The sword light shot straight out half a foot away. He had already used ten successful skills.

    Tenggemu raised his eyebrows, stepped forward with his left foot and landed with a bang. He waved his right arm, and the sword light flashed across the sky like a sword, and slashed straight towards Qin Maoyang's chest.  The condensed and dazzling light of the sword overshadowed the sword light that was like a spiritual snake swimming.

    when!  The swords collided and sparks flew.  As soon as the two sides took the move, both wanted to seize the upper hand. No one wanted to show weakness. The collision was fierce.

    The long sword trembled and whined, and two waves of cold and hot energy penetrated Qin Maoyang's body along the hilt, making him unable to resolve it. He was so uncomfortable that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.  This is extremely rare heterogeneous Qi!  Qin Maoyang was riding a tiger and couldn't get off, so of course he couldn't just admit defeat. He suppressed the surging Qi and blood in his Dantian, stepped on the Bagua position, handed the sword to his left hand, and counterattacked.??A key point on the opponent's back.  Tenggemu screamed in surprise, not expecting that Qin Maoyang's left-hand sword was equally good. He swung the sword sideways and counterattacked, and there was another loud shock, and he split the sword arrogantly.

    Taoist Priest Tianxuan, Hu Xiaotian and others all frowned. The internal strength of Qin Maoyang and Tenggemu were obviously different, so it would be extremely unwise to confront them head-on.  Hu Xiaotian's eyesight was even better. He saw that the skin color on Qin Maoyang's left and right sides was different, and his heart moved. Could it be that the internal strength cultivated by Tenggemu was different?

    Qin Maoyang's left and right wrists were numb from the shock, and his mind went cold. He immediately swam out of the sword and used Qinggong to move and dodge. He saw countless sword flowers blooming in the sun, opening and extinguishing suddenly, creating a mysterious and inexplicable picture.  In a sea of ??splendid flowers, Tengge Mu was rude and incomprehensible. He slashed randomly with his sword. The sword flowers were annihilated wherever the light of the sword passed, destroying all Qin Maoyang's exquisite moves.  I saw swords coming and going, strong winds raging, and the sound of gold and iron clashing continuously.  Tengge Mu is experienced and never misses every slash he makes. Under the shock of his internal energy, Qin Maoyang's hands were torn apart and the sword's hilt was dyed red with blood.  During the fierce fight, blood spattered, and dark red blood flowers were reflected on the long street.

    Everyone felt their hearts trembling when they saw it, they felt that the blood flowers were so dazzling that they wished they could help Qin Maoyang with their own bodies.  I don't know who got up, everyone stamped their feet and roared: "Qin Maoyang! Qin Maoyang! Qin Maoyang!" The roar was so loud that even the battle-hardened horses were unsteady on their feet, shaking their heads and neighing.  (To be continued)

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