In the Jianghu, various sects are respected by the Three Sects and Six Sects, and only the Three Sects and Six Sects have mastered the mythical martial arts.
At the same time, the largest force in the world is not the three sects or six sects, but also the imperial court.
This Datong Dynasty has three military departments in its hands, specifically targeting Jianghu sects.
The Jianghu personnel, while cursing the imperial court as a hawk, were drooling with envy at the resources provided by the imperial court to the three military departments.
After all, when it comes to mythology and martial arts, the imperial court has the most.
"There are no more myths and martial arts in the world than the three sects." It is always misty and rainy in the south of the Yangtze River. People wearing raincoats and bamboo hats, holding bamboo poles, push the boat across the small river in the city.
At the same time, he also hid his words in the drizzle of rain.
A young man of fifteen or sixteen years old was sitting in the cabin, listening to the boatman's words, and then asked doubtfully: "Which three sects?"
"The Immortal Sect!"
"Dragon Elephant Sect!"
"Heart Zen!" The punter slowly said three names.
"This is wrong." However, the young man scratched his head and said, "I heard that the three sects of the three sects and the six sects are not these three sects."
"That's because three of the three sects and six sects actually come from the Longxiang sect."
"The three sects of martial arts have three secret records. The secret records have been broken down into many parts. Each part can use it to master the magic and create a unique martial arts."
"Among them, the Longxiang Sect is the most divided, so the three current sects are all descended from Longxiang."
"Among the six sects, only Tianfo Temple comes from the Heart Zen Sect. The other sects are developed from the Dragon Elephant Martial Arts spread among the three sects."
"So, the three sects of various martial arts are different from the three sects." The young man suddenly realized.
"Yes, half of the secret records of the Immortal Sect are in the hands of Yaoxie, and half are in the hands of the imperial court."
"The remaining sects have one or two pages."
"There are very few sects whose skills are different from those of the three sects."
"This is the Black Wind Fist I taught you." Under the drizzle, the conversation between the two did not attract the attention of the traffickers and lackeys on the shore who were struggling to make ends meet in the rain.
"It's just that traditional martial arts can't reach the level above innateness."
"So in the end we still have to fight for some secret records and integrate them into my sect's Black Wind Fist, so that the Black Wind Fist can reach the innate level!"
"Just wait for me on the boat. If I don't come back before tonight, you can punt and take the things on the boat with you." When they got there, the punter tied the boat rope to the stone pillar on the shore, and then
He turned back to the young man and said.
A few months ago, a secret book of the Heart Zen Sect was leaked, and three masters fought in Fuhe, causing thousands of casualties.
In the end, the secret record of the Zen Zen Sect was taken away by the second master in the world - He Qingsong.
This was not a big problem at first. He Qingsong came from the Tiger Roar and Dragon Yin Sect, one of the three sects, and he could keep it even if he obtained a secret book.
The problem is that this war caused heavy casualties among the people, and all the three military departments of the imperial court were dispatched.
Among them, Lu Wuming, the top master of the Chengen Division and the Longwei Division, fought to the death with He Qingsong.
He was beaten to death by He Qingsong, who had mastered the secret records of the Heart Zen Sect. He Qingsong was also seriously injured and had to hide in this small town in the south of the Yangtze River under the pursuit of Wuhou and Longwei.
Suddenly, the world was in turmoil.
Among the three sects, the Tiger Roaring Dragon Sect is bound to come to the rescue, and although the other two sects are often nasty in normal times, they are still on the same page when facing the court.
The other six sects and small sects of Jianghu Sanren also took action upon hearing the news.
I want to obtain the secret book of Zen Zen and complete my own martial arts.
He also wanted to capture He Qingsong's head so that he could receive a reward from the court.
So in the rivers and lakes, the three branches of the imperial court, three sects and six sects, various scattered people, etc., were all mixed together.
Black Wind Boxing is a small type of boxing, with only three or five people in a generation.
The punters have practiced Black Wind Fist to great perfection, and even introduced new ones, raising Black Wind Fist to two or three levels.
Unfortunately, the potential of Black Wind Fist ends here.
There may even be no upper limit in the first place. It was only after fighting against those from the three sects and six sects over the years that he gained enough growth from his opponents to increase the upper limit of Black Wind Fist's potential.
But no matter how much he improves, he is just an ordinary small boxer, and his potential has been exhausted.
So this time, he was determined to obtain the Zen Secret Records of the Heart.
There are many people who hold the same belief as the punters, and they are all gathering in this small town in the south of the Yangtze River.
The young man stayed on the boat and soon heard the shouting of murder hidden in the rain.
But the young man has a great background. He was originally Yang Xiao, the son of Yang Tianzheng, a generation of pure people. His father Yang Tianzheng served the country and the people. However, he was killed by the eunuch Nian De and the traitors in the court. He was accused of unwarranted charges, and then the whole family
Destroy the family.
He escaped with the help of the righteous people in the Jianghu, and then entered the sect of the boatman Heifengquan and learned Blackwind Fist.
He only thinks that one day he will be able to achieve great martial arts, and then return to Kyoto, bring order to the chaos, and kill the castrates and traitorous ministers.
It's a pity that now he can only think about the fact that his only support at the moment is the boatman, who also has to snatch the secret book of Zen Buddhism and create a way for the small sect's boxing technique.
At dusk, under the drizzle, everything became extremely dark, and the shouts of killing gradually stopped.
Although the young man was sleepy and hungry, he still kept his spirits up and waited for his master's return.
It was just that there was no movement for a long time, which gradually made him lose hope in his heart.
This battle in the rivers and lakes has always been extremely dangerous, and the people who came to snatch the secret records of the Zen Zen Sect this time are mostly from famous sects. If Black Wind Fist can win these people, the possibility of snatching the secret records is too low.
Everything became darker and darker, with only a few fishing fires on the bow of the boat still glowing.
The drizzle fell on the ground and in the river, and the sound it made was already tiring to hear.
However, suddenly, in the dark alley on the bank, footsteps were heard, which made Yang Xiao's spirit perk up. Could it be that the master succeeded and snatched the Secret Records of the Heart Zen Sect?
But suddenly, he found that the sound of the footsteps was wrong. The sound of the footsteps was very heavy, so heavy that it could pass through the rain curtain.
But it doesn't look like the feet are walking normally, it's more like the clinking sound of the feet constantly beating.
Hearing this voice, a word flashed in Yang Xiao's mind instinctively - zombie.
It was precisely at this time that a rotten smell passed through the rain curtain, making people feel hot and uncomfortable even in this rainy dusk.
Yang Xiao's body trembled instinctively, and then he held his breath.
"What on earth happened?" A thought flashed through his heart, but he didn't dare to make any sound. Just when he could hardly hold his breath anymore, the beating footsteps finally left slowly.
Yang Xiao, who was holding back his blush, lay in the cabin, his expression becoming particularly frightened.