3. Guanxi Wuji Sword

More than 300 war horses suddenly disappeared without a trace. It was not something that a small official like him could do. Any official with a little knowledge could guess it. But Emperor Chongming still put him in the prison and sentenced him to death.

Perhaps this was a last resort for Emperor Chongming to maintain the stability of the government.

However, Xu Xing, as a consumable, would not care so much.

A maidservant, instead of feeling sorry for herself, felt sorry for the master who was dressed in fine clothes and fed with delicious food. It was purely a brain disease.

He was narrow-minded.

If he had the ability, he would definitely pull down Emperor Chongming, the dog emperor.

…

Opening and closing his eyes.

In an instant, a new world changed.

"This stick came from Baonan Mountain. It fell into the Hong family to beat the traitor."

"Three feet six is ​​probably not changeable, four pounds and eight ounces is not a difference."

The rough lyrics came from his ears. Xu Xing looked forward. In the simple room, there was an ebony altar in front of him, and Guan Shengdijun with his eyes closed was enshrined on the table.

He was kneeling on the ground at this moment.

Next to the shrine was a burly man in a torn leather coat, with a dark complexion, his hands half hidden in his sleeves, and a knife on his waist, a long knife with a black scabbard.

"After singing this red stick song, you will be my brother Qin Fengshan from now on, and also my disciple of Xiaoyi Hall..."

His eyebrows were intimidating without anger, and when he looked at Xu Xing, his eyes seemed to turn into two sharp knives, as if they were going to cut off people's flesh and bones in the next moment.

Without fighting, people would be timid in their hearts.

"Brother?"

"Gelaohui?"

Xu Xing was startled, and the memories in his mind came like a tide. In this life, he was born in poverty and was almost starved to death in the drought in Qin Province in the 15th year of Guangxu. Fortunately, he met a group of swordsmen, who survived at the cost of leading the horse and serving him meals.

Seven years passed slowly, and he was valued by Master Ma, the Red Stick of Xiaoyi Hall, who led him to join the Gelaohui today and became our brother.

"After drinking this bowl of wine and worshipping Guan Shengdijun, you will be our comrade-in-arms from now on."

Several Gelaohui came forward and placed large coarse porcelain tea bowls on the altar. Master Ma carried the wine jar and filled the tea bowls with yellow wine one by one, then handed a glass of wine to Xu Xing and said in a deep voice.

Gelao does not place tea cups, but only tea bowls.

This is the rule!

It is called the Pao Brothers Tea Bowl Array, and the position and order of each tea bowl have certain rules.

"Drink!"

The Pao brothers clinked their glasses and drank the wine.

Xu Xing, who was kneeling on the ground, kept flashing various thoughts in his mind.

He knew what kind of business the Gelaohui in Qin Province was doing, and what they were doing was an uprising against the Qing Dynasty. Following the Gelaohui would end up with a violent death sooner or later. Although some Pao brothers laughed at the end, it had nothing to do with Xiao Luoluo.

Anti-Qing is certainly a righteous cause.

But to sacrifice one's life for this..., and this is just a copy of the world of reincarnation, it is not worth it.

But no matter what, he is now a brother. If he really refuses to drink this cup of wine, Master Ma, the red stick of Xiaoyi Hall in front of him, will probably draw his sword and take his life immediately.

Xu Xing took the tea bowl and swallowed the yellow wine in one gulp.

The wine was coarse and had a fishy smell.

He felt a little dizzy after drinking it.

But in an instant, the Kunlun mirror in his mind trembled slightly, and the drunken state immediately dissipated, and he regained his clarity.

"You have a good alcohol tolerance."

Master Ma saw that Xu Xing was not drunk, praised him, and then asked: "What society did you join? What religion do you believe in?"

"I joined the Tiandihui and believed in the Bagua Religion."

Xu Xing was shocked and replied quickly.

Gelaohui is a branch of Tiandihui. The source of Tiandihui is "Tiandihui, Baguajiao". There is a poem for the meeting: "Tianxing supports the sun, geography penetrates the sky, and the four yin and yang meet. The eight brothers are in the wood and the poplar. The hexagrams are in the sun and the moon, and the children are taught to swear an oath." The first word of each sentence is "Tiandihui, Baguajiao".

Master Ma asked about the poem, which is the basic knowledge that every brother must memorize. If you recite it wrong, you will be punished by the rules of the hall.

In addition, there is another purpose for talking about Baguajiao. During the Tongzhi period, Tianlijiao, a branch of the White Lotus Sect, broke into the palace and almost succeeded in the rebellion. Baguajiao is also a branch of the White Lotus Sect. The brothers said that they were Baguajiao, which was undoubtedly a firm determination to resist the Qing Dynasty.

"In a month, the governor of Qin Province, Fang Yun, will meet the great scholar Zhu Zhaolian at the First Normal School..."

"Although Fang Yun is a Mongolian Tartar, he has always respected Confucianism. This time he will definitely not bring a large number of troops into the Normal School. That will be our chance to assassinate Fang Yun!"

After letting Xu Xing stand up, Master Ma looked around at everyone and talked about the important matters that Qin Fengshan Xiaoyi Hall had recently conspired.

Fang Yun was an important figure in the Qing frontier, responsible for the defense of the northwest, and was a serious royalist. A few years later, the Empress Dowager Cixi ran to Chang'an, and it was Fang Yun who escorted her. He was a loyal minister of the Qing Dynasty.

"Yes, Master Ma."

Several brothers in robes opened their voices and nodded in response.

"Xu Xing, come with me."

"You are now in my Gelaohui. From now on, we are brothers as close as a family. I will teach you swordsmanship..."

After leaving the stage, Master Ma led Xu Xing to the backyard alone, and he said as he walked.

From the early years of Emperor Xianfeng to the end of the Qing Dynasty, whenever there was a natural disaster or man-made disaster in Guanzhong, these victims would turn into swordsmen. To the west of Tongguan, swordsmen continued to exist despite repeated bans. With a Guanshan knife in their arms, they dared to go out and venture.

Later, Erhu guarded Chang'an, and Erhu was a swordsman.

In addition, Pao brothers and swordsmen basically have overlapping identities.

Most swordsmen are Pao brothers.

Master Ma is famous for his swordplay in Guanxi.

This information is clearly recorded in Xu Xing's memory in this life.

However, in the courtyard, on the loess.

At this time, there was a half-grown boy standing. His dress was almost the same as Master Ma's, both wearing a torn leather coat.

The boy was practicing with a sword. The sword was a Guanshan sword, a kind of Pudao made in the Song Dynasty, but with a shorter handle than the Pudao.

Suddenly.

A sharp sword light flashed.

The next moment, a cluster of wrist-thick green bamboos planted in the courtyard broke four or five of them in an instant.

The bamboos fell down.

Splashing the dust on the ground.

Xu Xing, who was walking into the courtyard, couldn't help but jump his eyebrows.

At this time, he remembered that Master Ma's son was called Brother Hai. If he remembered correctly, this Brother Hai was a character in a movie, who could control the sword with his Qi and kill a sword fairy with one sword.

"Not a historical period?"

"But a copy mixed with various movies and TV shows?"

Xu Xing thought secretly.

In the real historical era, even if there was a kendo master like Machii Isao who practiced Iai and chopped bullets with a sword, setting a Guinness World Record.

But no matter how powerful a martial arts master is, it is impossible to control the sword with Qi and cut so many bamboos with one sword.

You know, the older the bamboo is, the more resilient it is.

"My sword technique is called...Kansai Wuji Sword."

Master Ma began to teach martial arts.