Among the rivers and lakes, each school is respected by the three sects and six sects, and only the three sects and six sects have mastered mythical martial arts.
At the same time, the biggest force in the rivers and lakes will not be the three sects and six factions, but also the imperial court.
This Datong Dynasty has the Three Armed Forces Department in its hands, which specifically targets Jianghu sects.
As for the Jianghu personnel, while scolding the imperial court eagle dogs, they are drooling enviously at the resources that the imperial court gave to the Three Armed Forces Department.
After all, in terms of mythology and martial arts alone, the imperial court has the most.
"There are no more myths and martial arts in the world than three sects." There is always misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. People in coir raincoats and bamboo hats, holding pennies, push boats across the small river in the city.
At the same time, he also buried his words in the drizzle.
A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was sitting in the cabin, listening to the words of the punter, and then asked suspiciously: "Which three cases?"
"Undead sect!"
"Dragon Elephant Sect!"
"Xin Zen!" The punter slowly said three names.
"That's not right." However, the young man scratched his head and said, "I heard that the three sects of the three sects and six sects are not these three sects."
"That's because the three sects of the three sects and six sects actually came from the Long Xiang sect."
"There are three sects of martial arts, and there are three secret records. The secret records have already been disassembled and turned into many copies. Each copy can use it to grasp the magic and create a unique martial arts."
"Among them, the Dragon Elephant Sect is the most widely split, so the current three sects all come from the Dragon Elephant."
"Among the six sects, only Tianfo Temple comes from Xin Zen sect. The other sects are dragon-elephant martial arts handed down from the three sects, and then developed martial arts."
"So, the three schools of martial arts are different from the three schools of martial arts." The young man suddenly realized.
"That's right, half of the secret records of the Undead Sect are in the hands of Yaoxie, and half are in the hands of the imperial court."
"The rest of the sects have a page or two."
"Hand Kung Fu and the three schools of different schools are very few."
"I passed on your Black Wind Fist, that's it." Under the drizzle, the conversation between the two did not attract the attention of the traffickers on the shore who were making a living in the rain.
"It's just that traditional martial arts can't reach the point where it is superior to innate."
"So in the end we still have to compete for some secret records, and integrate it into my school's Black Wind Fist, so that Black Wind Fist can reach the innate level!"
"You just wait for me on the boat. If I don't come back before tonight, you can go on the boat and take the things on the boat." When they arrived at the place, the boatman tied the boat rope to the stone pillar on the shore, and then He turned his head and said to the boy.
Months ago, a secret record of Xin Zen Buddhism was leaked out, and the three masters fought in Fuhe, causing tens of thousands of deaths and injuries.
In the end, the secret record of Zen Buddhism was taken away by He Qingsong, the second master in the world.
This is not a big problem at first, He Qingsong comes from the Tiger Roaring Dragon Sect, one of the three sects, so he can keep it even if he wins a secret record.
The problem is that this time the war caused heavy casualties, and all the three military departments of the imperial court were dispatched.
Among them, there is no rear, Cheng'en, and Longwei. The top master of Cheng'en, Lu Wuming and He Qingsong will fight to the death.
He Qingsong was killed by He Qingsong, who had mastered the secret records of Zen Buddhism. He Qingsong was also seriously injured, and had to hide in this small Jiangnan city under the pursuit of Wuhou and Longwei.
For a while, the world was in turmoil.
The other six sects and the small sects of Jianghu scattered people also moved after hearing the news.
I want to get that book of Heart Zen Secret Records to complete my own martial arts.
He also wanted to take He Qingsong's head and receive a reward from the court.
So in the rivers and lakes, the three imperial courts, three sects and six sects, scattered people from all walks of life, etc., were all mixed together.
Black Wind Fist is a small type of boxing, the kind with only three or five people in one generation.
The punter has already practiced Black Wind Fist to a great extent, and even brought forth new ones, raising Black Wind Fist to two or three levels.
It's a pity that the potential of Black Wind Fist ends here.
Maybe there was no such upper limit in the first place. It was after fighting against those three sects and six sects over the years that he gained enough growth from his opponents to raise the upper limit of Black Wind Fist's potential.
But no matter how much you improve it, it’s just an ordinary small boxing style, and its potential has reached its end.
So this time, he is determined to win the Heart Zen Secret Record.
There are quite a few people who hold the same beliefs as the punters, and they are all gathering in this small town in the south of the Yangtze River at this moment.
The boy stayed on the boat, and not long after, he heard the shout of killing hidden in the rain.
The young man has a great background. He was originally Yang Xiao, the son of Yang Tianzheng, a generation of Qingliu. His father Yang Tianzheng served the country and the people. Kill the door.
He escaped with the help of a righteous man in the rivers and lakes, and then entered the school of the punter Heifengquan to learn Heifengquan.
I just think that one day I will be able to achieve great martial arts, and then return to the capital, set things right, and punish the eunuchs and treacherous officials.
Unfortunately, now he can only think about it, the only punter he currently relies on has to **** Naxin Zen Secret Records to create a way for the small school boxing.
At dusk, under the drizzle, everything became extremely dark, and the shouts of killing gradually died down.
Although the young man was exhausted and hungry, he still kept his spirits up and waited for the master's return.
It's just that there was no movement for a long time, which made him gradually calm down the hope in his heart.
This fight in the rivers and lakes has always been extremely dangerous, and most of the people who came to **** the secret record of Xin Zen this time are from famous schools. The possibility of winning these people by Black Wind Fist is too low.
Everything is getting darker and darker, only a little light from the fishing fire at the bow.
The sound of the drizzle falling on the ground and in the river water is already tiresome.
However, suddenly, in the dark alley by the bank, there were footsteps, which lifted Yang Xiao's spirits. Could it be that the master succeeded and snatched the Zen Secret Record of Xin?
But all of a sudden, he realized that the sound of the footsteps was wrong, the sound of the footsteps was so heavy that it could go straight through the rain.
But it doesn't look like the feet are walking normally, it's more like the bumping sound of the feet constantly beating.
Hearing this voice, a noun flashed in the instinctive Yang Xiao's mind—zombie.
It was precisely at this time that a decaying breath passed through the rain curtain, making people feel hot and uncomfortable even in this rainy evening.
Yang Xiao's body trembled instinctively, and then he held his breath.
"What the **** happened?" A thought flashed in his heart, but he didn't dare to make any noise. Just when he couldn't hold his breath, the beating footsteps finally left slowly.
Yang Xiao, who was holding back his face flushed, lay in the cabin, his expression becoming extremely panicked.
Sorry, the status is not too much recently, the first update is only 2000 words, and this dungeon is a small dungeon, it will be written in three to five days, and then it will be the next big plot.