The lame man is old, how can he describe it, as if he has a mustache. There are many things in the world, and he does work on his crutches. He chooses the southern and northern counties. Everywhere he goes, he fills his gourd with wine. He is so drunk that he doesn't know where he will spend the afternoon tomorrow.
Luoyang, I saw the flowers, and when I returned to the emperor, nothing happened. I was far away from the gourd soup, and became a disciple again. Suddenly I thought about going into the water, and on the waves, there were reed mats spread across the river. I laughed, and outside the Suiyang gate, there was the Great South Lake.
——"Man Ting Fang" Liu Shanlao (Song Dynasty)
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Zen Master Chengming has a square head, big ears, and gray clothes. He looks like a simple farmer's boy. But when you stand in the middle of the field, the courtyard is as tall as Mount Tai, making people dare not underestimate him.
Yamamoto laughed ferociously, drew out his sharp Japanese sword, pointed the blade diagonally at the sky, and prepared to fight. When his momentum reached its peak, Yamamoto shouted loudly, and rushed over with his sword raised.
Although Yamamoto is short and stubby, he has strong steps and moves quickly. He is in front of Zen Master Chengming in an instant. He uses one leg to fly into the air and slashes out with a knife. He is unparalleled and has the momentum to move forward.
Bai Fu had fought against a black-clad Fusang warrior near the Wuhou Temple in Yizhou, and he knew that Fusang swordsmanship was powerful. Watching it again today, I have a deeper understanding.
In Zhongyuan swordsmanship, there is no need to exhaust all the moves, and it is important to leave a backhand so that you can change it calmly. At the same time, the offense and defense are balanced and both offensive and defensive.
On the other hand, the Fuso sword rule is the opposite. It leaves no backhand, moves the sword to the front, and uses every move to risk death. In this way, although major flaws are exposed, it also makes the sword power faster and more powerful. Especially the first three swords, the sword techniques are simple, only There are three stances: downward slashing, cross-cutting, and flat breaking. But the sword is quick and powerful. It is easy to frighten the opponent for the first time. But as long as you hold on to the first three swords, as time goes by, the flaws of the Fuso sword technique will disappear. will be exposed.
As expected, Zen Master Chengming obviously had no experience fighting Japanese warriors. He was unable to dodge and was injured by the blade of a Japanese sword. He was hit by several swords and was bleeding. Fortunately, the blades were shallow and not in critical areas, so the injuries were not serious.
As his name suggests, Zen Master Chengming has a clear spiritual platform and is not troubled by injuries. Although he was stabbed a few times, he gradually figured out the method of Fuso Sword Technique.
Zen Master Chengming avoided Yamamoto's fatal sword, stood tall, and spread out his Fuhu Fist all the way. Zen Master Chengming punched the side of the Japanese sword, swinging it away. He took the opportunity to sideways and kicked out three consecutive kicks, hitting Yamamoto's body. There were three vital points in the throat, chest, and abdomen. These three legs were as fast as lightning. Yamamoto could not withdraw his sword in time to save Zhao, so he could only surround Wei to save Zhao, and also kicked Zen Master Chengming horizontally.
Zen Master Chengming did not dodge, and took the move forcefully. Yamamoto felt that he was kicked on the sandbag, and he secretly thought that his plan to surround Wei and rescue Zhao failed. Before Yamamoto could retreat, Zen Master Chengming's elastic leg had already been kicked. . Yamamoto hurriedly tightened his abdomen. Although he avoided the vital points in his lower abdomen, he was kicked in the ribs. He felt a sharp pain and probably two of his ribs were broken.
The severe pain did not make Sanbonno cowardly, but made him mad. He roared like a beast and made a comeback. He slashed downwards and slashed three times in succession.
Zen Master Chengming avoided its sharp edge, crossed and changed steps, and dodged quickly.
As the saying goes, one can make a strong effort, and then it will weaken again, and three times it will be exhausted. Zen Master Chengming waited for the power of his sword to be exhausted, when the old power was exhausted and the new power was not generated, his body was like a top, and his legs were kicked out in a whirlwind. This move is called "whirlwind kick". The force was so powerful that it had the potential to sweep away thousands of troops. One kick hit Yamamoto's wrist and kicked his Japanese sword away. The other kick hit Yamamoto's waist and swept him to the ground. Yamamoto was like a gourd rolling on the ground. It was so embarrassing to roll and crawl.
The outcome of both sides has been decided.
Yamamoto looked like a wild dog, lying on the ground tiredly. He looked at the Japanese sword that fell on the ground, his face pale. He slowly picked up the Japanese sword, sat upright, and knelt on the ground. He muttered something in his mouth, and suddenly roared,
Cut the knife towards your abdomen.
Zen Master Chengming felt bad, so he hurriedly took a step forward and reached out to save him. At this moment, Yamamoto laughed ferociously, and as fast as lightning, he stabbed the knife into Zen Master Chengming's abdomen. Zen Master Chengming covered his abdomen with his hands, and his eyes showed an incredible look.
When Yamamoto saw Zen Master Cheng Ming being severely injured by him, he felt proud and laughed wildly. After enjoying himself to the fullest, he gradually stopped laughing.
Yamamoto looked around and realized that everyone in the crowd was looking at him with disdain. Zen Master Chengming stood up slowly and took out a water bag from under the monk's robe. A hole was pierced in the water bag, and clear water gurgled out from the hole.
The people watching laughed. Yamamoto was so ugly and ashamed.
Bai Fu suddenly had a thought in his mind, and a picture appeared in front of his eyes: Yamamoto became angry, rushed into the crowd with a knife, went crazy and violent, took out the people's anger, raised the knife in his hand, and chopped off the heads of the two children who were watching the fun.
Bai Fu was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw Abbot Kong smiling at him from a distance and nodding.
Bai Fu seemed to understand something and hurriedly stepped on the steps of Qimen Dunjia, swimming through the crowd like a fish. He jumped up and down a few times and swept into the crowd near Yamamotoye.
I saw Yamamoto looking up to the sky and laughing wildly again. After laughing enough, he suddenly turned around, his eyes were scarlet, and he charged into the crowd with a knife.
The onlookers were terrified and ran away in all directions. A pair of twins got separated from their panicked parents and stood there dumbfounded, crying loudly.
Yamamoto laughed evilly and ran towards the twins. He raised his knife and slashed at the child's head. Seeing that a tragedy was about to happen, the timid people covered their eyes and couldn't bear to watch.
At the critical moment, Bai Fu appeared from the sky and stood in front of the child. He drew out the black iron thick-backed knife from his back, held the knife in both hands, and slashed out with a thunderous blow.
There was only a click sound, and the Japanese sword was cut off. Yamamoto vomited blood and flew upside down like a kite with its string broken.
Yamamoto knew that he had provoked public outrage by killing children. He was no match for the man who had great martial arts skills. Yamamoto did not dare to fight, so he took the opportunity to escape. He stood up from the ground, jumped up to the eaves, and flew among the courtyards and pavilions.
.After a few ups and downs, he disappeared into the distance. His ferocious laughter was left in the air: "Old thief Bald, I will come again."
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Just as Yamamoto was escaping, Taifu Xu's personal accomplice Zi Chekai was eating watermelon in an alley. Seeing Yamamoto flying past the wall of the square, Zi Chekai smiled contemptuously and raised his hand.
He dropped his palm and smashed the watermelon in his hand into pieces. The blood-red pulp and juice flowed all over the ground.
Hearing Yamamoto's scream, he fell from the air and his head was shattered.
Zi Chexi took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, took out a few pennies from his arms, handed them to the melon farmer, smiled apologetically, and left gracefully.