Chapter 02 Chinese Martial Arts

The temple was empty and dilapidated, with no one else. The half-collapsed stone statue in the center of the main hall indicated the age of this place. The moonlight fell into the house along the half-broken roof, which did not seem gloomy. In addition, there were many traces of fire on the ground. Obviously, this place often welcomed travelers to rest.

Lu Yuan quickly cleared a resting place for the old beggar to rest, and turned around to find a few dry firewood without leaving the dilapidated temple, most of which were left over from previous travelers.

With the help of tinder, he quickly started a bonfire. It was still a little cold in the night of March, and then he took out white steamed buns from the patch bag he carried with him, strung them together with branches and started to heat them.

"Master Lu, I know you are not hungry, but we still have a long way to go, and we don’t know where to eat the next meal. We still have to maintain our physical strength, especially at your age. I tell you..."

Listening to Lu Yuan's chattering, the old beggar sitting next to him did not respond.

The crackling sound of burning wood was accompanied by the unique aroma of baked buns.

Under the firelight, Lu Yuan's young face was mature and confident beyond his age. Even if he was deliberately covered with mud, he still couldn't cover his dazzling eyes.

For a moment, he felt relieved, guilty, angry, and all kinds of emotions climbed up his heart again.

Lu Yuan concentrated on baking buns and kept an eye on the movements outside the temple. He didn't know what the old beggar was thinking.

For him, taking care of the elderly and fulfilling filial piety was what he should do.

Even though he had some guesses about the old man's background, he didn't care. After living a new life, he had seen a lot more and did most of what he wanted. He would fight for what he wanted and would not avoid what he should do.

Lu Yuan had already made plans for the future.

But for the 8-year-old, everything was too early.

It is now the fifth year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, which is also 1577. The current emperor Zhu Yijun is only 14 years old, and Zhang Juzheng, the chief minister of the cabinet who implemented the new policy, is still alive.

Similarly, in the martial arts world, after asking around, Lu Yuan learned that eighteen years ago, Huashan Sect had experienced a sect strife, and many people died.

Lu Yuan clearly remembered that in the original work of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, Yue Buqun had told Linghu Chong and his disciples that the battle of sword energy took place twenty-five years ago, when the plot of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer had already started for a year. This way, it can be judged that the main plot of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer started in 1583. Although it does not match the speculation on the Internet in the previous life, this is the real world after all.

There are still six years before the main plot starts, which is enough for Lu Yuan to accumulate and grow.

After eating the baked buns, the two took turns to keep watch.

Let the old beggar rest first, and Lu Yuan, who had nothing to do, picked up his wooden stick and began to familiarize himself with the swordsmanship he got during the day.

The wooden stick in his hand was round and straight, about the thickness of an adult's thumb, and full of toughness. At this moment, it was like a sharp sword. The changes in moves were obviously slow and light, but it seemed dangerous and hidden.

Lu Yuan knew very well that brain understanding and body learning were two different things.

His extraordinary comprehension can help him improve quickly, but the cultivation of muscle memory still requires time to hone.

After three times, Lu Yuan put down the stick in his hand and began to stand up and down in a horse stance. Half an hour later, he changed to improved Tai Chi and other free-hand fighting.

This is the course that Lu Yuan must take morning and evening.

As for internal strength, there is no way to get it for the time being.

However, after coming to this world, he observed the way people in the martial arts exert force every day. With his exaggerated comprehension and the description of the online articles in his previous life, Lu Yuan managed to figure out the light and dark forces in Chinese martial arts.

Bright force, control the strength of the whole body, punch out, and the air explodes, which is the so-called "a sound is worth a thousand gold".

Lu Yuan had mastered it when he was 7 years old. At that time, he could punch out with the strength of an adult. This was not an increase, but an efficient use of strength, which made it much easier for him to learn sword and boxing later.

As for now, he has touched the threshold of dark force, and maybe he can step into it in a moment.

As for what is special about the dark power, whether it will be as described in the novel, we will have to wait until he reaches it to know.

Lu Yuan did not think this speed of practice was slow. After all, he was creating a theoretical path under the condition of ensuring his own safety, not practicing according to the map.

The night gradually darkened. According to experience, it was already past midnight, that is, one o'clock in the morning.

Lu Yuan added some firewood to the fire, and his eyes suddenly looked outside the temple while he was thinking about the changes of the dark power.

There was no change in the dark forest, but he woke up the old beggar immediately.

After waking up, the other party subconsciously grasped the wooden stick beside him. When he saw that there was no danger around, he relaxed and said, "Is it time? You go to sleep, I'll watch."

"I guess it's impossible to sleep, Master Lu, don't you find it too quiet around? I don't believe that insects sleep. I guess this time I really became a character in the storybook, but I don't know whether it is a human or a beast." When Lu Yuan spoke, he held the wooden stick in his right hand and pulled out a torch from the fire with his left hand.

As if to confirm his statement, in the night, three masked men in black rushed out of the woods with knives.

In a few steps, they rushed into the ruined temple, without saying a word, without any hesitation, the cold knife light went straight to the necks of the two.

The old beggar pushed Lu Yuan away, "Run!"

Clang!

Sparks burst, fine iron collided, at the critical moment, the fourth long knife suddenly rushed out, swaying the attacks of the three people, and protecting Lu Yuan and the other two behind him.

The fourth person came suddenly, and the scene was deadlocked for a moment, and then one against three, the battle started again.

"Go!"

The masked man in black reminded him, his voice was hoarse, as if he was deliberately speaking with a low voice.

The situation was urgent, and the old beggar did not hesitate. He wanted to say thank you, but he was pulled away by Lu Yuan.

The two could not go through the main gate, but fortunately the dilapidated and collapsed wall hole was enough for them to get out. After entering the dense forest, they did not care about the direction and rushed forward.

However, they did not run far before a footsteps came from behind.

"It's me, stop!"

The voice sounded like the masked guest who had let the two escape before.

The old beggar subconsciously slowed down and turned back, but Lu Yuan grabbed him and continued to run forward.

The old beggar seemed to have reacted, not only did he not stop, but he gritted his teeth and ran faster.

The man in black at the back saw that the two were not fooled, and stopped talking. He exerted force on his feet and his speed increased dramatically. He took a step and took a step. It was obvious that he used light skills.

The distance between the two sides quickly closed. After entering the attack range, the man in black slashed down with a long sword, and the moonlight reflected on the back of the sword flashed in the dense forest.

Just when he was about to be chopped, the little beggar running in front of him pushed the old beggar violently. With this force, the two of them fell to one side and barely avoided the knife.

Surprise flashed in the eyes of the man in black, but before he could pay attention to the little beggar, he heard the old beggar on the left shouting.

"I'll fight you!"

Following the voice, the man in black almost instinctively looked in the direction of the old beggar.

At that moment, there was a sound of breaking air on the right.

Years of killing experience made the man in black feel a sudden crisis in his heart. His body was faster than his brain, and he instinctively turned around and blocked with his sword.

Ding!

The tip of the wooden stick was blocked by the back of the knife and shattered directly. The force was so great that the man in black almost lost his grip on the knife.

This kid...

The shock and relief in his pupils just rose, and a stream of white ash sprinkled into his eyes.

The burning and stinging feeling instantly attacked the man in black's eyes, making him scream miserably.

But before he could make any move, the old beggar's foot had already appeared under the crotch of the man in black.

Bang!

"Ah!!!"

As soon as the scream sounded, the sharp blade connected and stabbed directly into the throat of the man in black, and warm and smelly blood spurted out from the blade.

"Hehe... Hehe..."

The old man and the child completed the combo in tacit understanding and quickly moved away from the man in black. They saw the other party struggling and swinging the knife in the same place. After a few breaths, he fell to the ground and died. They didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the body stopped twitching.

"Go, go quickly, we can't stay here!"

However, as soon as the old beggar finished speaking, another black shadow with a knife was already standing not far from the body.