Romance of Dragons and Snakes

“Sister, what kind of music is this? ”

Sitting silently in Tan Wendong's ear, he also heard a faint, ghostly song, suddenly opened his eyes, and knocked with his hand on the painted wooden wall next door, asking Holly, who lives next door.

Wang Chao lived in a typical saying-style aristocratic house, pure wood structure, simple, but classy is quite elegant.

At night, Wang Chao walked outside, Huo Linger, Tan Wendong, Wang Hongji and Luo Xiaomeng all sat quietly in the room, calming down and remembering the exciting things that happened during the day.

During the day in the “Ecclesiastes" jujitsu dojo scene, against the whole samurai spirit of the Japanese nation, the atmosphere, the pressure, the four other people felt the deepest part of the soul. Though they didn't do it, it was ten times more beneficial than going through ten lives and deaths.

So now all four of us are digesting this spiritual feeling completely to baptize our hearts, our souls. Once they truly had an understanding, they pinched it to the essence, then their accomplishments were dramatically advanced.

“This is the famous song 'Soul Song' from Shinto, which is commonly used to wash people's hearts and minds with super dead souls, as well as many religions. I just heard the song, the master made such a big move today, it is unlikely that many religious organizations in Japan will ignore. Must have sent someone. Let's forget about this and let the master handle it. ”

Huo Linger was too familiar with everything about the book. She heard the soul song, earlier than Tan Wendong, but she didn't move.

“Religious organization in Japan? No wonder the old man from the Fuqing Gang said that we moved the martial arts community, and the religious community will definitely not rest. But when it comes to a good, does religion have to be an assassination? Assassination? There's no way to stop us? ”

Tan Wendong asked in confusion.

Huo Linger quietly said, “Of course it's good. If they succeed in stopping the master, how many people should follow their religion? Moreover, in the religious world, the martial arts community has never been separated from the family. Although not to say that it is a pride and a loss, it also amounts to breaking the bonds of bones. Religion needed martial arts to protect the law, and martial arts needed religion to expand its influence, and more needed their financial support. Many well-known martial artists are themselves followers of various religions. In the religious world, the combination of martial arts is 10 times more confusing than in the domestic situation. ”

“That's true.” Tan Wendong nodded, thinking about Shaolin Temple, and his “Qigong Fever” as a child. Many people carried out religious propagation under the guise of Qigong. But it's all banned. But the policy is different. Instead of banning some religious organizations, political parties have been pulled together and fuelled.

“Ignore these things and stay alive. Tomorrow the master plans to go to Karate Songtao Hall. We might have a bad war.” Holly closed her eyes.

Besides, Luo Xiaomeng in the room, Wang Hongji had also heard the "Soul Song”, just wanted to get up and go out to see what was really going on, but heard Ho Linger, so settled down.

Not to mention the calm of these four people, Wang Chao stood in the middle of the cherry blossom trees and didn't care to hear the "Soul Song”.

The cherry blossoms of this cherry blossom forest have long been appreciated. According to the bare trunks and some leaves that have not yet fallen, but the forest is very large, more than ten acres, still leaning against the mountains, and the moonlight can only shine to part of the place, while the deep of the cherry blossom forest leaves many dark places, deep and bleak, giving a deep sense of ghost.

However, these environments are silent, dark, and deeply spirited, but they have no influence whatsoever on Wang Chao.

Hearing the fine “Soul Song", Wang Super idle court walked and walked deep into the cherry blossom grove.

At the end of the woods, Wang Chao saw a young man, all dressed in black, wearing a series of dark and heavy pearls on his wrist, while holding a long bang and whistling. The "Soul Song" flowing like a ghost came from the voice of this young man.

“Mr. Wang Chao, you are here. ”

Far away, Wang Chao was seen. This young man suddenly stopped singing. He actually spoke fluent Chinese. There was no stagnation at all, and the fluency was surprising.

“There are three of them. No ambush in front of me will help. Why don't you come out?” Wang Chao glanced around and found that there was no one but this young man, but he heard a few very faint breaths in his ear, which seemed to be a tortoise slowly in the tuna, and those with strong ears could hardly hear.

Wang Chao said this, suddenly, a lush crossing 100 meters away from him, the dark cherry tree crown suddenly moved, as if to startle an owl, the black shadow flashed down, fell to the ground, like a skinny monkey, also wrapped in black clothes, the man with the eight words beard.

At the same time, the back of the other tree also turned out a person who was only a meter and a half tall, as small as a child, so small that he could hide behind the tree.

But the person who came out of the back of the tree, when he showed up, his body clicked for a moment, and after pulling his bones up, he became a person one meter and seven tall.

Obviously, this person's body has also reached the point of contractile muscle.

“Mr. Wang Chao, this time you sweep our martial arts world and challenge our martial arts spirit. For what? For national hatred? Or for something else? ”

The man stood up after the bone contraction, his eyes sparkled, looking at Wang Chao, suddenly asking.

“My motives, how could you possibly think of that? But your fights are very similar to Igor's. Who are you? Apprentice or brother?” Wang Chao looked at the three people in front of him and asked the person whose bones swelled. This one, one meter and seven tall, Wang Chao's eyes clearly saw Autumn Million, and at first glance saw through his number of martial arts, very similar to Igor's. So he asked.

“Despicable Igor hero, great cleric of the cloud club.” This man has spoken.

“Hero Igor? I once remembered that Igoyuan had such a brother and was a famous martial artist. Are you here to challenge me? But this time I came to visit the exchange, and it was all bright and big during the day. You're a martial artist. You sneak up on me like this at night? It doesn't seem to be your martial arts act, does it? ”

Wang Chao remembered a few famous martial artists, and Igor's brother, Igor Hero, had heard of them.

“I am first a cleric, then a martial artist.” Hero Iga looks at Wang Chao and his eyes suddenly turn very cold: “Allow me to introduce you to Mr. Yunlang, the current bishop of Otomo. ”

Igor Hero is the young man in black who plays the Town Soul song.

Later, he pointed to the skinny, small man with a dense mustache: “This is the modern bishop of truth, Mr. Nara Mahara. ”

“Big Ben? Truth?” Wang Chao heard the introduction and suddenly muted and laughed: “Hero Iga, you are the great cleric of the cloud club, the cloud club seems to be the official religion, and what is the great teaching, truth, is the notorious cult. Either as a martial artist, or as a high priest of Shinto, mixed with a cult bishop, it seems to have lost its identity. ”

Because all three people suddenly appeared, all answered in Chinese. Wang Chao had no linguistic problems, but understood very well.

Hero Iga is a cleric of the cloud club, which is an officially recognized religion in the Shinto organization of Japan. To take domestic religions as an analogy, the status of Iga Heroes as great priests of the Cloud Society is equivalent to the presidency of the elders of Shaolin Temple, Baima Temple, Linghuan Temple.

Instead of being officially recognized, the Church of Truth has been officially struck, sneaking around like a mouse, and belongs to the notorious cult.

But now the three sides are really mixed together. By analogy, this is the equivalent of a famous monk in the country going to deal with the cult leader, working together, and the two sides of the water fire are not allowed to merge.

“Does Mr. Wang Chao seem to despise our religion? ”

Hearing this from Wang Chao, the young Bishop of Bishop Yunlang Xiao smiled: “Mr. Wang Chao, you treat us as a cult, but I seem to remember that in your history, many boxing masters, practitioners, were founders of religion, and when it was founded, it was not officially recognized. It also seems to be a cult. For example, Mr. Wang Chongyang founded the All-Truth Path, and Mr. Wang Changyue founded the Dragon Gate Path, also like Bai Lian Church, the heavenly Church, and the gossip Church. It seems that there are also the famous top experts of Hehe. ”

“Looks like you're familiar with our history. ”

Wang Chao heard the young bishop of the Bishop say it in detail and frowned.

Religious people are more difficult to get into than martial arts people. It is a fact that Wang Chao is not prepared to talk nonsense at the moment, but says directly: “At this late hour, why did the three gods come to my place? You want to fight me? You want to assassinate me or you want to assassinate me? ”

“Neither.” Yunlang exit smiled softly: “I just wanted to work with Mr. Wang Chao and hope that you can stop this exchange visit. ”

“Stop this exchange visit?” Wang Chao looked at this young Bishop as if he were an idiot.

“Mr. Wang Chao, don't be too busy refusing, listen to our terms.” Nara Ma Yuan, the bishop of truth beside him, spoke suddenly and his words were very tempting: “As a condition for you to stop communicating and visiting, we will hire you as the supreme master of our church, and we will also promote you as the reincarnation of the gods, create momentum for you and deify you. As I'm sure you know, Mr. Wang Chao, after all, the influence of the martial arts is small, far from as great as the influence of religion, and we have many followers, so long as you promise, with your force, with your power, with our divinity, you can be the second Jesus Christ. ”

“Divine me? Become the second Jesus Christ? ”

Wang Chaohaha laughed twice: “Cult is a cult. How can you seduce me if you seduce foolish people? ”

“So Mr. Wang Chao refused our offer, and there was no room for discussion?” Export Yunlang, the young bishop's gaze is also a little cold.

“Of course not. ”

Wang Chao bounced his nails.

“Is that why we're here? Mr. Wang Chao, you are an expert in martial arts, although you have excellent boxing skills. You will never imagine our cultivation, Mr. Wang Chao, your martial arts may have reached the point of carrying the blood, gathering it together and falling into all kinds of cave know-how. This kind of kung fu is just a shallow kung fu of spiritual cultivation in our sect. This realm, in your martial arts practice, is called Dandao. I see your practice hierarchy, which is this realm, but the martial arts world is truly the best. But in our eyes, it's just the beginning of practice. Ihe Yuan seemed to have entered the realm a short time ago, but he dared not challenge you, not sure, pathetic. ”

The exit Yunlang gently rotated the long cock in his hand. As it rotated, the wind blew in through the hole and made a very sharp sound, which seemed to be made of iron.

“Oh? No wonder you're so arrogant that you can practise your mind and then carry your kung fu with your heart and bring blood back into the cave.” Wang Chao heard Yunlang's exclamation, his eyes picked up.

Wang Chao had already seen that this young bishop of the Great Church, because of the cultivation of his heart, can control his own qi and blood with spirit, carry it, at any time to the point, foolish desire, many years of such carrying kung fu, resulting in strong physical strength. It's also a powerful kung fu.

However, this kung fu is the first practice of mindfulness, the exercise of complex thoughts is very pure, it is the Buddhist sitting meditation, also Confucian, the static kung fu in the road, passed to the Japanese religion, this practice is called “soul to God”.

In short, this kind of cultivation is one sentence, purely cultivating the kung fu of the heart, practicing the mind without any indifference, use the spirit to get pinched blood, according to various methods, time, location, carry the blood all over the body and below the epidermis, internal organs and other places to carry away, over time, while sitting still, strength is getting stronger.

But this kind of person, strong physical strength, spirit, all comes from sitting still, the fight is a lot different. Balma, that's what Ziloa is.

Now this young episcopal Bishop, that's exactly who he is.

Such cultivation is practically available in all religions. But in general, there is no place for cultivation. But once the practice is successful, it is also equivalent to possessing "the divine.”

Wang Chao instantly also understood his mind, this person's strength is very strong, at the same time very confident, and may have basically never seen a true master of martial arts Dan.

For such a man, Wang Chao made a decision, which is to beat him to death.

“I didn't want to kill you tonight, but if you want to be Jesus Christ, I'll send you to him so you can communicate with him. ”

Between Wang Chao's words, Rin took a step forward.

Just moments before Wang Chao had taken this step, the exit Yunlang suddenly flashed to the left, and the long jaw on his hand shivered slightly, tilting towards the top.

“Hmm?”

Wang Chao saw this situation and took a step, instead of doing it, he put his hands behind his back.

“I haven't hit you yet, where do you know? Looks like I can't really try you.” Wang Chao looked at the young bishop with his hands behind his back.

The moment when Wang Chao just moved in his heart, he took two steps and punched him in the shoulder with a dragon, but just before this idea had developed, it seemed that Yunlang exit knew in advance, and sealed Wang Chao's way out first with the iron claw in his hand.

The thing is, you haven't hit me yet, you haven't even tried to hit me where, and I know where you're going to hit me.

This seems to be foreknowledge! Between moments, I haven't tried to hit you where you already have a feeling.

“In your Confucian teachings in China, you speak of a 'sincere way, foreseeable’, predicting the heart of the future. I studied Mr. Wang Yangming's mind and his life. Mr. Wang Yangming once wrote a stone tablet during the Daming Dynasty, after grabbing the traitor King Zhu Zheng, engraved the five words of Jiajing my country. Later, after the death of Emperor Zhengde, Emperor Jiajing took office. The country name is Jiajing. This is the sincere way to go. It is a typical example of the former known national shipping. Since I was a child, I practiced my mind. Although I did not reach the realm of the former kingdom, I was able to see the enemy's unexplored psychological motives in an instant, so I knew you hadn't made a move. I would not have come today without such a state of affairs. ”

Export Yunlang held Tieshao and looked at Wang Chao, describing his realm in very fluent Chinese.

After Wang Chao listened, he did not move, no one could see clearly what he was thinking.

Although Yunlang's mind did not reach the unheard realm of Tang Zidu, in the moment before the enemy, it had a feeling that the enemy had not yet developed a psychological motive. When the other party had not yet done so, it knew where to hit itself and subconsciously made a previous defense. In this realm, Wang Chao has seen only a few people talking about himself and the god leader, Baliming.

Beyond that, Warden, Morgan, and Wuyunlong did not reach such a mental state, and Yan Yuanyi also broke through this layer under his final oppression.

“The cult bishop, indeed, has some doorways.” Wang Chao calmly listened to Yunlang the exit and shook his head: “But while you can see through the thoughts that have not yet developed, your power is too small. I don't need you to look through it. I'm telling you right now, I'm gonna blow your head off. If you can prevent it, I won't kill you today. ”

Wang Chao gently reached out his back and placed it in front of his chest, pinching the shape of a fetus.

Huge heartbeat, coming from Wang Super's palm.

Thought the cult bishop could have killed him at will, but Wang Chao didn't expect that the other party's mind practice had reached the realm of early reading.

This would have been nothing, even if I had seen my tricks. Wang Chao can also destroy it violently, but the other party has a weapon in his hand. In the long iron cock, he also hid a blade, spinning randomly, but it is also a bit tricky.

But now Wang Chao has decided to take out his Eight Successful Husbands and completely destroy this young cult leader with weapons.

Such a person, strong in strength and deep in boundaries, is much worse at fighting. But that see-through reality makes up for the difference. What's even more horrible is that this man is not in martial arts, he's a cult. That's even scarier.

Cult and martial arts, that's not a hierarchy.

Hearing Wang Chao revealed, he was going to blow his head off with one clap, and at the same time pinched a fist print, huge, like the heart of ten blue whales beating at the same time, heard this young cult master tremble for an unnamed time.

That was after Wang Chao pinched the female mark of the fetus, the muscles in the palm of his hand trembled.

One voice at a time.

Knock, knock! Knock, knock! Looks like a drum.

After Wang Chao's palms beat nine times, Yunlang's face finally changed!

Wang Chaohaha laughed twice, suddenly took another step, threw away the big step, reached forward, the whole hand became thick and big, like a puffin, clutching the exit Yunlang's head and grabbing it.

The exit Yunlang went beyond Wang's hand and suddenly drew a line. It seemed to cut off the air flow in the air. Suddenly, it went up and stabbed Wang Chao's palm center.

Wang Chao at first glance, this is the method of airflow conversion in the hexagon. The great teaching is deeply rooted in Aikido and Aikido, and even the method comes from Aikido.

Yunlang exit point is just right, as if the big net was arranged in advance, waiting for Wang Chao's hand to hit.

Moreover, his strength was ambitious, a little cock, and countless winds poured through his body, sounding a ghostly song.

Meanwhile, with his hands, he popped a little over three inches long on his appendix, flashing spikes.

There was a stink on the spike, obviously quenched. Just a little peel and you'll be completely paralyzed immediately. Elephants can't stand it.

Wang Chao's hand faced the click of this long-boy, and he didn't hide, and he didn't change. He grabbed the past hard!

Wang Chao's fingernails first touched, a fierce bullet, just cut on top of the spike when he was just three inches away from the spike to stab his skin.

Break!

Wang Chao hit the spike with his fingernail bullet. He actually broke this and the poisoned spike bullet and flew out.

For a moment, Exit Yunlang seemed unable to believe his eyes.

He had just predicted that Wang Chao would pop up his nails, but he had not predicted that Wang Chao's nails were so resilient.

He seemed like a fisherman with a net in his eyes, but didn't expect the fish to suddenly become a monster.

After breaking the spike, Wang Chao's hand grabbed him hard, grabbed the cock, and shook directly, bang! Yunlang's hand was taken away by Wang Chao.

After Wang Chao snatched the longevity, the pattern remained the same, directly inserting the longevity into the head of this young cult bishop.

Boom!

The long iron cave penetrated Yunlang's skull, sticking his whole head through it and poking it out of his mouth.

Pfft!

Yunlang exit fell straight down and made a sound in his abdomen: “I didn't expect you to be so powerful. If you blow up my head, you will blow up my head. This is not a useful situation for me... ”

But the last voice of the cult bishop Wang Chao did not answer him.

With 80% of his power, he blew up Yunlang's head, and Wang felt the wind behind him. He laid idly forward and took a giant step, avoiding Iga Hero, Nara Ma Yuan's two fists, while turning his back and looking at the two men who attacked him.

Undoubtedly, the most powerful person in the audience is the Archbishop of Export Yunlang. Now after being blown away by Wang Chaohsheng's head. Hero Iga, Nara Ma Yuan became the one in the jar.

Boom!

Wang Chao's footsteps moved randomly and his body appeared beside Nara Ma Yuan. At the same time, he pushed a finger like a snake, his finger dotted through his throat and blood burst out like an arrow.

“You are also a cult priest, you are a much worse Truth priest than the Bishop. ”

After Wang Chao wore Mayuan Nara's throat, he did not stain a little blood on his hand, he carried his hand again, his clothes floated, in the night wind, tomorrow moon, under the cherry blossom tree to talk about killing people, can not speak of shapely.

“Brother Igor, both of them are dead and I have to take you on the road. But there's one thing I want to ask you, you're a martial artist, unlike these two cults, who should know my horrors and pull them up to stop me. ”

Wang Chao looked at the only remaining hero of Igor, carrying a handkerchief.

“Yun Lang's mind is deeply unpredictable. Even my brother was very harsh on him. I brought them here today to think that he and you would never kill each other. It is enough to hurt you. Unfortunately, your strength is still out of my imagination. ”

Hero Iga turned to Wang Chao, he didn't have any fear.

“Oh, hurt me? There is also a little hope. Still elusive, however.” Wang Chao Dao: “But you died for nothing. If you die for nothing, I can't bear to send you on the road. ”

“I didn't die for nothing.” Hero Igor said: “My brother and I have been deeply in love since childhood. He is the strongest fighter in our martial arts world, but now that you are here, he does not come out to fight you. I hope that my death will disperse the fear in his heart and stand before you fearlessly. ”

“So that's it.” Wang Chao nodded, "but he had an intention that he could tolerate, which was exactly what his strengths were. You inspired him to come out, and you wanted him dead. You shouldn't have done that. ”

“Martial artists should not be tolerated, but politicians. He is our number one martial artist, and if he dies in your hands, he will surely return to the arms of God. And his blood can inspire millions of martial arts teenagers. ”

Hero Iga smiled and seemed to see a beautiful scene: “How many of our entire nation are martial arts enthusiastic teenagers? A million? Two million? Ten million? He'll grow up, you can kill all the martial artists, but not so many teenagers. Martial arts only have the seeds of budding, and they grow up, and that's fast. It's just this seed, and the lack of hot blood to pour the striking force, allows us to pour the hot blood, to pour the irrigation, to make them germinate and to grow into the great trees. ”

“To pour the seeds of martial arts with your warm blood? The spirit of a people is not so easy to break.” Wang Chao shook his head.

“Brother Igor, you are like Ganage Gangtian, although you are dead, come on, do it, show all your spirit and strength before you die, let me see, your martial arts, your samurai! ”

Wang Chao looked at Igor Hero and took two slight steps backwards, pulling away the distance, carrying his hand, in words, with many encouraging and appreciative meanings.

“My martial arts, my samurai. ”

When Igor heard Wang Chao's words, he aroused his spirit and bowed down to Wang Chao. Suddenly, he pulled off a false horse.

Wang Chao also raised his hands and arched his hands.

“Brother Igor, please. ”

At the foot of the hero Igor, his left hand pinched his fist, suddenly drilled out and hit Wang Chao's forehead.

Wang Chao flipped his left hand, glued to Igor's diamond fist, pushed it outward, then returned a punch, and hit each other firmly in the chest.

Pfft!

After two lightning strokes and a blow to the hero Igor, blood erupted from his mouth. The eyes were scattered.

Though Wang Chao is a random punch, he has been beaten to pieces and his whole body's blood vessels have been broken.

The opponent for this one, no gorgeous move, no change, is a solid dial. Hero Igor was beaten to death and fell to the ground.

“Do you pour your martial arts seeds with your warm blood...” After killing Igor Hero, Wang Chao looked at the three bodies on the ground and slowly walked out of the cherry blossom grove, the gentle moonlight shined on him, a glow.

In the morning...

“Master, are you going to Karate's Songtao Hall today? Who sucked last night? ”

After getting up and washing in the morning, Holly came out for a walk and saw Wang Chao walking slowly in the middle of the yard.

“Well, if you go to Songtao Hall today, you'll probably have to do it. Last night was the head of two cults and a martial artist, both dead. ”

Wang Chaoman spoke carelessly.

Holly nodded and didn't ask much. Today's Songtao Hall, she knew she might have had a bad war.

After several people had had breakfast, Wang Chao received a letter of reply from a leading karate school, Songtao Hall.

Respond only to letters, not invitations.

Because this invitation was sent by Wang Chao on his own initiative, the other party responded, which is different from the Ecclesiastes' invitation.

After receiving the reply letter, Wang Chao took the four of them out again, and after a full five hours of driving, he arrived in a small, secluded dojo.

Unlike the Ecclesiastes, Wang Chao communicated with the Karate school of Songtao Hall this time is a small dojo, very quiet, seems to communicate silently, do not make a big noise.

“This dojo, though small, is a sparrow, though small, full of liver and gall. The boat was opened by Yue Yi Zhen himself. ”

Before coming to the dojo, Huo Linger looked at the plaque “Songtao Hall” three words above and introduced Wang Chao.

There was no one standing at the entrance to this small dojo, the door was wide open and very quiet inside, as if no one was there.

But as soon as Wang Chao walked in, he saw the dojo and sat down to chat a few times, but he seemed to be a generous martial artist to die.

However, Wang Chao did not notice these martial artists, but looked at the painting hanging on the wall of the dojo!

Hundreds of ink paintings were hung on the entire dojo wall, painted by a Chinese man wearing a black collar coat, not tall, a lifting rod gun, hair tied up, and a variety of guns.

Wang Chao saw at a glance that these were the shelves of the eight-polar guns.

This Chinese man seemed to be a figure of the Republic. He was painted like a god. His fierce and refined Qi transmitted from the painting, shocking ears and eyes.

“Shen Gun Li Shuwen...” Wang Chao glanced at it.

(To be continued)