Wuxia: I know a lot of martial arts

Chapter 225 Dust to Dust, Earth to Earth

Night once again enveloped Qingcheng.

In the prosperous sub-center of Liangzhou, many places in the city are brightly lit, showing the glory of the Taiping period.

However, there are also quite a few places that are quite simple, with low-level houses scattered among them, and only human lights flickering in twos and threes.

And one of the courtyards in darkness welcomed two rather sneaky figures.

They groped carefully around it for a while, until they were sure that there was no one in the room, and no one around was paying attention, then they jumped into the yard from outside the dilapidated fence.

After entering the main room in the hall more carefully, a person whispered, "Xiao Ming, what are we doing here?"

"Team Chu, be safe and don't be impatient, you will know in a while." Another person also responded carefully, and with a puff, lit the small torch he brought.

With the light of the fire, the inside of the house was suddenly blurred and gradually became clear.

Looking again, it was Chu Tang and Chang Xiaoming!

Chu Tang looked curious at this moment.

But Chang Xiaoming's complexion was much more complex. Looking at the surrounding scenery, he was nostalgic for a while, and sad for a while.

"Leader Chu, give me your hand." Chang Xiaoming handed the torch in front of Chu Tang.

Chu Tang nodded, took the torch, and pushed it forward to illuminate more places for Chang Xiaoming.

When he saw Chang Xiaoming crouched down and got under the bed in the main room, the surprise on Chu Tang's face grew even stronger.

When he was in Dongcheng, on impulse, he agreed to go back to Qingcheng with Chang Xiaoming to help collect the corpses of his disciples.

The two prepared a lot, and when they arrived in Qingcheng, it was already dark.

They carefully groped around the mansion of Nanqinghou, and through communicating with the surrounding people, they found out that the mansion of Nanqing had found some footworkers in the afternoon and brought some things out of the mansion.

And it is said that those things were all wrapped in straw mats and looked like people.

"It must be a dead person, much older! There are so many twenty or thirty bodies! I hired a lot of footwork to help transport them out of the city. Where did they go? You don't need to think about it. It must be a mass grave outside the city! Where is the chaos? The burial mound? Outside the west of the city! How do I know? Hehe! Every year, the Nanqinghou Mansion is forbidden to transport some corpses there! Everyone around knows it! It’s a crime!"

When inquiring about the news, Chang Xiaoming listened to it while weeping, and several times he was so emotional that he almost went crazy again.

Finally, under Chu Tang's relief, he barely controlled his emotions and calmed down.

Just when Chu Tang thought that Chang Xiaoming would go straight to the mass grave outside the city, passing by the west of the city, he actually dragged Chu Tang to a common people's courtyard, and even groped in to get under someone's bed!

"What's hidden under there?" Chu Tang couldn't help guessing, "Where is this place? How does Chang Xiaoming know there's something here?"

Chang Xiaoming didn't keep Chu Tang waiting long, and quickly got out from under the bed. When he stood up, he had a small bundle in his hand.

Chu Tang couldn't help but take another look.

Chang Xiaoming showed a smile uglier than crying, and said: "This is something left by my master and his old man."

"Your master?" Chu Tang expressed surprise and became even more curious.

Chang Xiaoming opened the bag in twos and twos, took out an oiled paper package from it, and quickly tore off the oiled paper, revealing the true content inside.

This is a paper notebook that looks old.

The paper is yellow and very old, and the whole book is neither thin nor thick at first glance.

"This is..." Chu Tang had some guesses.

Chang Xiaoming opened the first page, picked it up and showed it to Chu Tang.

Under the light of the fire, Chu Tang recognized the four large characters on it - "Natural Heart Sutra".

"Naturally...could it be..." Chu Tang vaguely remembered Zhao Ziyu's mention of their teacher's martial arts.

"This is my master's life's work!" Chang Xiaoming said in a low voice, "My master once said that although he is not very talented in martial arts, he is naturally sensitive to everything in the world and good at imitating, so he spent decades creating This "Natural Heart Sutra" takes the meaning of learning from nature. It is also the origin of the name of our teacher-ben opera troupe."

Chu Tang hummed, but remained silent.

Chang Xiaoming stroked the booklet in his hand, and his voice became deeper and deeper: "This is our foothold after entering Qingcheng this time. Our theater troupe has rented this place for a long time, and intends to use it as a residence to perform well in Qingcheng." play. I didn't expect..."

He choked up.

Chu Tang became even more silent.

Taking a deep breath, Chang Xiaoming said again: "My master is afraid that the "Natural Heart Sutra" will be damaged when he is acting, so he has developed a habit of sticking this book on his couch. In the end, he only takes it when he leaves a place. Unfortunately, this time he can’t take the book with him, so I can only pick it up.”

After hearing this, Chu Tang said with a wry smile: "Xiao Ming, since you are the treasure of your teacher, you should keep it secret and don't tell me."

Chang Xiaoming shook his head and said: "Chu Bantou, it's okay to give this idea to you. Have a look?"

With that said, he handed the notebook to Chu Tang.

Chu Tang was stunned and stared at Chang Xiaoming in a daze.

However, he could only see sadness in the eyes of the other party, without any look of temptation.

Shaking his head slowly, Chu Tang said: "I can't even practice my own martial arts, so I don't want to distract him."

Chang Xiaoming said: "The Heart Sutra is not so much a practice, but rather an understanding of nature. My master once warned us not to regard it as a standard, but to refer to it. Use the heart method as a guide, and learn from all things in nature. Realizing the martial arts that suits you is the wise way."

Chu Tang nodded and said, "Your master is a man of God, he sees farther than anyone else."

Any martial arts does not appear out of thin air, but created by people.

As for the origin of martial arts, the most recognized theory is that the ancients created exercises suitable for human body cultivation through observation, summarization, imitation, and innovation in the struggle against wild animals.

Later, after countless years of evolution, various martial arts were formed.

It can be seen from this that the ancients created martial arts by imitating nature.

Chang Xiaoming's master firmly believed in this point, and based on this, he practiced deeply and worked out the "Natural Heart Sutra".

His talent may not be high, and his cultivation may not be high-strength, but for this alone, he is much better than many masters.

Just look at the people under him: Zhao Ziyu is young and light, and he has cultivated Gang Qi after traveling all over the world; and Chang Xiaoming, a person with mental problems, can also develop a clever skill by observing the movements of cats. Come on.

It can be seen that the mentality summed up by their masters is indeed extraordinary!

Seeing that Chu Tang didn't take the notebook, Chang Xiaoming still kept handing it over, and said, "Boss Chu, I'm giving you this idea. Don't worry, I'm not stupid or crazy, I'm sincere. "

"Why?" Chu Tang was very puzzled when he saw that he did not appear to be false.

Chang Xiaoming sighed and smiled, and said: "You are clear about my situation, Mr. Chu, it can be said that I don't even know when I will go crazy. Do you think it is appropriate to put this book on me in my state? I don't want my master's hard work to be ruined in my hands, so I can only find an heir for it."

Chu Tang was stunned, but still shook his head and said, "I can't switch to other exercises."

The panel cannot record the exercises encountered in reality, which is why Chu Tang has always given it a bad review.

To practice martial arts in this world, Chu Tang can only spend a lot of time and energy on hard training.

But even though his natural talent has been greatly improved after the Nine Yin Manual, Chu Tang is still reluctant to practice martial arts indoors every day.

With this time, he went outside to kill more thieves and accumulate more chivalry points. As soon as the panel was opened, wouldn't some magical skills come to him?

Much more convenient than penance!

Seeing that Chu Tang really refused to accept him, Chang Xiaoming became anxious, and said: "Boss Chu, as I said just now, this is not an inner skill, but some experience. It is not harmful for you to read it, and you may be able to understand it. Enhance your current martial arts. Even if you don't need it, for the sake of my situation, can you help me keep it and have a chance to find a suitable successor for it?"

Chu Tang was taken aback: "You want me to help you find a successor for your sect?"

"Please!" Chang Xiaoming begged bitterly.

Chu Tang hesitated.

He couldn't pass the test in his heart, and he always felt that if he accepted this exercise, it would make people think that he was trying to help Chang Xiaoming.

Chang Xiaoming said solemnly: "Leader Chu, I am willing, you don't need to think too much. In the end, I still have to thank you for passing it on for me! Finding a suitable successor for the practice has always been troublesome."

Chu Tang couldn't refuse, sighed, took the book with a solemn expression, did not open it to read, but took oil paper from Chang Xiaoming's hand, wrapped it properly, and put it in his arms.

Seeing that Chu Tang took over his heavy trust, Chang Xiaoming felt relieved, showed a relieved expression, looked around again, and said decisively: "Leader Chu, let's go!"

"Nothing else to take?" Chu Tang asked.

Chang Xiaoming thought for a while and said, "There is one more thing, just wait for me."

After speaking, he left the main house, came to the yard, entered the two small rooms on the left, and finally walked out.

Seeing that he looked sad but his hands were empty, Chu Tang couldn't help being surprised, and after thinking about it, he still didn't ask any more questions.

After Chang Xiaoming left the yard, he was also much silent.

When the two arrived at the west city gate, the gate was tightly closed and no one was allowed to enter or exit.

But this problem is not a problem for Chu Tang, he took Chang Xiaoming, found an unpatrolled city wall, performed lightness kung fu, and after a few moves, he left Qingcheng.

Following the direction they had been told before, the two walked two or three miles and found a hill in the south.

There are not many trees on the hills, a lot of grass and vines, and there are large and small graves and pits.

The mass grave in the west of the city!
On the mountain, Chang Xiaoming found a freshly turned big pit, and suddenly shouted: "This is it! This is it!"

Why is he so sure?
Because there are many half corpses exposed in this big pit, it seems that when burying people, someone was lazy and buried them hastily.

Chang Xiaoming threw down the torch, plunged into the pit, and frantically dug up the dirt on it.

Chu Tang went over to pick up the torch and stuck it on the ground to illuminate Chang Xiaoming.

In addition, he saw a discarded shovel in the grass next to him, and he also took it to help Chang Xiaoming dig.

Chang Xiaoming dug his finger to pieces and bled a lot. Chu Tang advised him to rest for a while, but he ignored him and dug out one corpse after another with tears in his eyes.

Chu Tang wanted to give him the shovel as a tool, but Chang Xiaoming didn't want it either, so he dug out his comrades with both hands.

Chu Tang had no choice but to help dig faster and harder.

The two of them worked hard for more than half an hour, and they didn't stop until they dug new soil in the big pit.

Under the moonlit night, under the dim light of the torches, the corpses were neatly arranged on the ground.

The night wind blew, blowing on his sweaty body, Chu Tang shivered.

He saw the blue figure.

That's Zhao Ziyu!
Although her face was no longer veiled, it was full of blood and mud stains, Chu Tang still couldn't see her face clearly, only her tightly closed eyes could be seen from it.

"Really...it's gone..." Chu Tang looked at her fixedly and murmured, feeling empty and indescribably depressed.

What a strange encounter in life, people who were still alive a few days ago, but now they are separated from each other.

There were many holes in Zhao Ziyu's chest and abdomen, and there were broken arrows stuck in some places.

Apparently, the guards of the Nanqinghou's Mansion didn't hold back their hands, let alone pity her. They took pains to kill a flowery girl, and her soul died in a foreign land!

While Chu Tang was in a trance, Chang Xiaoming, who had groomed everyone on the ground, carried them into the pit silently. Then he picked up the shovel that Chu Tang found, waved it, and shoveled the soil one by one to fill it up again. .

Half an hour later, a mound-like earthen grave appeared on the mass grave.

Chang Xiaoming also found a tree, and asked Chu Tang to cut it into a section of mother board with magic soldiers, and engraved a line on it - the tomb of the same family of the troupe of Shiben.

Then, he inserted the board in front of the grave as a tombstone.

There are very few words, no one's name, not even the name of the person who set up the tomb.

After doing all this, Chang Xiaoming knelt in front of the grave and kowtowed several times before lying on the ground, looking paralyzed from exhaustion.

Chu Tang watched all this silently until Chang Xiaoming regained some strength, then he walked over and asked, "Xiao Ming, are you going to bury them here like this?"

He thought that Chang Xiaoming would at least cremate everyone, and then take the ashes to a place with good feng shui for burial.

It doesn't matter if they are buried in mass graves.

Chang Xiaoming sat up halfway, and suddenly smiled: "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, where can we not bury people in Qingshan? At least, I put them into the coffin with my own hands, so they are not innocent souls."

Chu Tang was surprised that Chang Xiaoming saw it so openly.

"Oh!" Chang Xiaoming remembered something and took out two things from his bosom.

Chu Tang took a closer look, it was just two dead branches of trees!

Each one is about three inches long, but no more than the size of a thumb.

Different from the roughness of ordinary dead branches, these two branches are very smooth, probably because someone often took them out to play with.

"This thing can't be forgotten!" Chang Xiaoming said, digging a small hole on the grave, and buried a piece of dead branch in it.

"Xiao Ming, you are..." Chu Tang became more and more curious.

"This?" Chang Xiaoming still had another piece of dead branch in his hand, and after shaking it towards Chu Tang, he threw it over.

Chu Tang took it casually, feeling it was very light, and took a look at it. There was nothing special about it, it was just a dead branch.

"It was broken from a jujube tree in front of your house." Chang Xiaoming said abruptly.

"My house?" Chu Tang was confused, "Jujube tree? You mean... my yard in Shi County?"

(End of this chapter)