Flying into the immortal reincarnation

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More than three hundred warhorses suddenly disappeared without a trace. This was not something a petty official like him could achieve. Any official with a modicum of insight could guess that. But Emperor Chongming still threw him into the celestial prison and sentenced him to death.

Perhaps this was Emperor Chongming's reluctant measure for the stability of the court.

However, Xu Xing, who was treated as a disposable tool, wouldn't care so much.

A servant girl doesn't pity herself but instead pities her master who lives a luxurious life. She's simply crazy.

He's narrow-minded.

If he had the ability, he would surely overthrow Emperor Chongming.

With one blink and one open of the eyes.

Instantly, a new world emerged.

"This stick originated from Baonan Mountain and fell into the Hong family to fight against the villains."

"Three feet and six inches, there's no change. Four catties and eight ounces, there's no interval."

Rough singing came from his ears. Xu Xing looked forward and saw that in the simple room, there was a ebony offering table in front of him, and on the table was the closed-eyed Lord Guan Sheng.

He was kneeling on the ground at this moment.

Beside the shrine was a burly man in a tattered leather jacket, with dark skin, his hands half-hidden in the sleeves, and a long knife with a black scabbard at his waist.

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

His eyebrows were naturally imposing. When he looked at Xu Xing, his eyes seemed to turn into two sharp knives, as if they were about to cut someone's flesh and bones in the next moment.

Without fighting, it made people feel timid by three points in their hearts.

"Brother?"

"Elder Brothers Society?"

Xu Xing was startled, and memories in his mind rushed in like a tide. In this life, he was born poor. During the drought in the fifteenth year of Guangxu in Qin Province, he was nearly starved to death. Fortunately, he met a group of swordsmen. At the cost of leading their horses and serving their meals, he managed to survive with great difficulty.

Seven years passed slowly, and he was also favored by Master Ma, the Red Stick of Xiaoyi Hall. Today, he led him to join the Elder Brothers Society and become a brother.

"After drinking this bowl of wine and worshipping Lord Guan Sheng, you will be our comrades from now on."

Several Elder Brothers came forward and placed large coarse porcelain tea bowls on the offering table. Master Ma carried the wine jar and filled the tea bowls with yellow wine one by one, then handed a cup of wine to Xu Xing and said solemnly.

The Elder Brothers don't place tea cups but only tea bowls.

This is the rule!

It's called the tea bowl formation of the Elder Brothers. The position and order of each tea bowl have certain tricks.

"Drink!"

The Elder Brothers clinked cups with each other and drank the wine in one gulp.

Xu Xing, who was kneeling on the ground, had various thoughts flashing through his mind constantly.

He knew what business the Elder Brothers Society in Qin Province was doing. They were engaged in the major event of the uprising against the Qing Dynasty. Following the Elder Brothers Society, sooner or later, it would be a fatal outcome. Although some Elder Brothers laughed at the end, it had nothing to do with the small followers.

Opposing the Qing Dynasty was surely a righteous cause.

But sacrificing one's life for this, and moreover, this was just a copy world of reincarnation, it wasn't worth it.

However, after all the talk, he had already become a brother. If he really refused to drink this cup of wine, Master Ma, the Red Stick of Xiaoyi Hall in front of him, would probably draw his knife immediately and take his life.

Xu Xing took the tea bowl and gulped down the yellow wine in one go.

The wine was coarse and had a fishy smell.

After drinking it, he felt a little dizzy.

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 quite a good capacity for alcohol."

Seeing that Xu Xing wasn't drunk, Master Ma praised and then asked, "Which society did you join? Which religion do you believe in?"

"I joined the Heaven and Earth Society and believe in the Eight Trigrams Religion."

Xu Xing was startled and replied quickly.

The Elder Brothers Society was a branch of the Heaven and Earth Society. The source of the hall of the Heaven and Earth Society was "Heaven and Earth Society, Eight Trigrams Religion". There was a poem that said, "Heaven rises to support the red sun, geography penetrates the sky, meeting the four of yin and yang, and eight bows to brothers in Muyang, the hexagrams command the sun and moon, and teach children to swear oaths." The first character of each sentence combined was "Heaven and Earth Society, Eight Trigrams Religion".

What Master Ma asked was the poem of the society, which was the basic knowledge that every brother must recite. If recited wrongly or wrongly pronounced, one would be punished by the discipline of the hall.

In addition, there was another purpose for mentioning the Eight Trigrams Religion. During the Tongzhi period, the Tianli Religion, a branch of the White Lotus Religion, entered the palace and almost succeeded in the rebellion. The Eight Trigrams Religion was also a branch of the White Lotus Religion. When the Elder Brothers said they were from the Eight Trigrams Religion, it undoubtedly showed their firm determination to oppose the Qing Dynasty.

"One month later, the governor of Qin Province, Fang Yun, will meet the great Confucian 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. Then it will be our chance to assassinate Fang Yun!"

After allowing Xu Xing to stand up, Master Ma looked around at everyone and talked about the recent important matter secretly planned by Xiaoyi Hall of Qin Fengshan.

Fang Yun was an important official of the Manchu and Qing Dynasty in the border areas, responsible for the defense of the northwest. He was a genuine royalist. A few years later, when the Western Empress Dowager fled to Chang'an, it was Fang Yun who escorted her. He was a loyal subject of the Manchu and Qing Dynasty without a doubt.

"Yes, Master Ma."

Several Elder Brothers opened their throats and nodded in response.

"Xu Xing, follow me."

"Now that you have joined my Elder Brothers Society, from now on, we are brothers as close as one family. I will teach you the art of the sword right now."

After the retreat, Master Ma led Xu Xing alone to the backyard. As he walked, he said.

From the early years of Xianfeng to the end of the Qing Dynasty, whenever there were natural disasters or man-made calamities in Guanzhong, these disaster victims would turn into swordsmen. West of Tongguan, swordsmen were****. Carrying a Guanshan knife in their arms, they dared to venture out.

Later, the two tigers guarded Chang'an. The two tigers were swordsmen.

In addition, the Elder Brothers and the swordsmen were basically overlapping identities.

Most of the swordsmen were Elder Brothers.

And Master Ma's sword art was famous in this region of western Guanzhong.

These pieces of information were clearly recorded in Xu Xing's memory in this life.

However, in the courtyard, on the yellow soil.

There was a half-grown teenager standing at this moment. His dress was almost the same as Master Ma's, both wearing tattered leather jackets.

The teenager was practicing with a sword. The sword was a Guanshan knife, a kind of broadsword similar to the Song Dynasty style, but with a shorter handle than the broadsword.

Suddenly.

A fierce sword light flashed.

In the next moment, a cluster of green bamboos as thick as a wrist planted in the courtyard were instantly and neatly cut off by four or five.

The bamboos fell with a crash.

Splash the fine dust on the ground.

Xu Xing, who was just entering the courtyard, couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows.

At this time, he remembered that Master Ma's son was named Hai Ge. If he remembered correctly, this Hai Ge was a character in a movie who could control the sword with qi and kill Yidaoxian with one strike.

"Not a historical period?"

"Instead, a copy that mixes various films and television works?"

Xu Xing thought secretly.

In the real historical era, even though there was this swordsmanship master, Machii Kenshin, who practiced iaido and split bullets, setting a Guinness World Record.

But no matter how powerful a martial arts master is, it's impossible to control the sword with qi and cut off so many bamboos in one strike.

You should know that the older the bamboo, the greater its toughness.

"My sword art is called the Infinite Sword of Western Guanzhong."

Master Ma began to teach martial arts.

"Practicing martial arts without practicing boxing is like a boat without a rudder."

"To practice the Infinite Sword, you have to practice stance work first."

"Stance work is the foundation of boxing. To practice boxing, you have to practice legs first, and to practice legs, you have to practice stance first."

"Ultimately, in martial arts, skills come second. Having a good body is the key. If you practice stance work solidly and your legs are as firm as copper and iron, and your lower body is stable, when others hit you, it's like the breeze brushing the mountain."

Master Ma didn't directly teach Xu Xing the swordplay routine of the Infinite Sword of Western Guanzhong but asked him to practice the horse stance for seven days first. Only when the horse stance of the stance work was achieved would he start teaching him the lunge of the next round of stance work.

"Yes, Master Ma."

Xu Xing didn't refute Master Ma's words.

Although his body was also considered robust in this life, it was far inferior to Master Ma's.

If he punched Master Ma, it was weak and powerless, but if Master Ma punched him, he would either be unable to get out of bed for several days or be half-paralyzed and die on the ground.

Master Ma taught him stance work first instead of the swordplay. This wasn't because Master Ma was being selfish or stingy.

A true transmission is one sentence, while a false transmission is ten thousand volumes of books.

The stance work instructed by a famous teacher is more precious than ordinary swordplay.

In other words.

Stance work is the foundation of martial arts.

Martial arts are taught systematically, not that by learning powerful swordplay, one can suddenly become a top martial arts master in the world.

Not practicing stance work but only learning swordplay.

This is just for show and will be broken with one poke.

The backyard was spacious, and in one corner stood uneven wooden stakes.

The lower part of these wooden stakes was buried underground.

And the upper part was about three to five feet above the ground.

They were the plum blossom stakes needed for practicing stance work in martial arts.

Xu Xing followed Master Ma's instruction, stood on the wooden stakes with his feet, and practiced the horse stance.

As time passed.

The sun was intense, and his exposed upper body was soon sweating profusely in no time.

Patta!

Patta!

Beads of sweat like rolling balls dropped from his body in a rush.

It was like taking a hot bath.

His feet gradually became weak and his head felt a little dizzy, as if suffering from heatstroke.

Until.

In the next moment, his center of gravity suddenly became unstable and his body fell backward.

Suddenly, he was startled and firmly planted his feet on the wooden stakes again.

And at this moment, his whole body ached, and his limbs seemed to be bitten alive by thousands of ants. His legs trembled severely.

"Hold your chest in! Stand up straight! Tighten your abdomen! Tuck in your buttocks! Sink your shoulders and drop your elbows"

"How did I teach you just now?"

Master Ma had a stern look in his eyes and scolded Xu Xing.

"As the saying goes in boxing: Hands are like two doors, relying entirely on legs to strike. And legs are stance work. The Infinite Sword of Western Guanzhong emphasizes wide and forceful swordplay. If your stance work is not good, you can't practice the Infinite Swordplay. When you go to the battlefield, you will be sacrificing your life."

He scolded and threw down the long knife with a black scabbard in his hand. With one tap of his foot on the ground, he*** landed on the plum blossom stake adjacent to Xu Xing like a roc spreading its wings.

"I'll practice the Golden Rooster Stance for as long as you do.

"Until you are too tired to move."

Master Ma shouted.

The Golden Rooster Stance, also known as the Golden Rooster Independent Stance, is a stance with one foot on the ground.

It's much more difficult than the horse stance.

For him to practice the horse stance at this stage was bullying Xu Xing.

"Yes, Master Ma."

Xu Xing nodded and replied obediently.

The ancients respected teachers and valued the way of learning.

When the master tells you to do something, the disciple cannot have the slightest complaint.

Moreover, Master Ma was doing it for his own good.

Enduring a little hardship is no big deal.

However, although Xu Xing was still insisting on practicing the horse stance at this moment, he kept repeating a sentence that Master Ma just said in his mind.

If you can't practice the Infinite Swordplay, when you go to the battlefield, you will be sacrificing your life.

"Life?"

"A life of sudden death!"

His mood plummeted.

One month later, it would be the day when their Xiaoyi Hall assassinated the governor of Qin Province, Fang Yun.

This trip would most likely be a one-way trip.

And wanting to change this fate, relying only on the martial arts learned temporarily, it's probably not possible.

No matter how high one's martial arts skills are, they can't stop foreign guns and cannons.

There must be foreign g*n teams on guard around Governor Fang Yun of Qin Province at all times.

Perhaps there were some people in this copy world who were gods in martial arts and practiced martial arts to the point where they could dodge bullets. But this was obviously not something he, a beginner in martial arts for only one month, could achieve.

"Wait"

"Why is it all one month."

"It's the same as my main world. It's a life of sudden death, and it happens to be one month apart."

Xu Xing was puzzled.

He concentrated his consciousness, and the ancient bronze mirror in his mind slowly emerged.

On the golden and shiny mirror surface, it was noted: The body that the mirror master descends into is the body of others and oneself. After the end of tampering with fate, it will be reversed according to the consequences obtained by the mirror master and transformed into the inherent Dao fruit of the mirror master, which will last forever.

"Tamper with fate?"

Xu Xing frowned first and contemplated the meaning of this sentence.

He combined his own guesses and understood bit by bit.

It didn't take long before he...