The CIA's first large-scale battlefield assassination operation was a complete victory, but under the secret disturbance of the royal snake guards, he failed to play a trick at the critical point.

Since returning to Shanghai, Ruoli returned to Longhua Temple alone to retreat without saying a word. After listening to the retelling of other special service personnel, Yang Meng lamented the great inertia of history, and it was obviously difficult to take advantage of a little bit of vague memory. On the other hand, he was secretly worried about Ruoli, afraid that she would study the new path of Yinwu, which made her mood and even boxing lose balance...

Although Yang Meng had long studied the so-called Zen melody mantra in Buddhism, which was similar to the handprints and eyelashes contained in the Maximum Handprint, he had never really met a middle-aged eunuch, let alone his extremely unpopular but shocking lion roar.

But Ruoli, who was extremely sensitive to sound, met her, so she began to try to use the commonalities between sound and martial arts to create a method that can truly transform energy and hold elixirs.

This is already considered to be a sect in the martial arts world.

Yang Meng naturally agreed with this and gave up on continuing to assassinate Qing officials.

The Pingli Uprising, which caused a sensation across the country, failed.

The deaths and injuries of several leaders in charge of the uprising, as well as the Rich Guard, were uprooted by Zhang Zhidong. However, under the righteousness of revolution and saving the country, the arrested people were repeatedly tortured in prison, but they all chose to sacrifice themselves for justice.

"The three-character inquisition in heaven and place have been created, but I hope my path will not end. I will sacrifice myself this day, and the will of heaven in saving the world is already weak."

In addition to this poem, the only thing Liu Daoyi left to the world was the seal with the word "六文" on his body, and this seal became the only excuse for the Qing court to kill him. At the end of the month, he was killed outside Liuyang Gate in Changsha at the age of 22.

Yang Meng admired these revolutionary patriots from the bottom of his heart. At the same time, he also had his own thoughts on the surface of the Tongmenghui, but his internal disputes were constantly a little disgusted. Fortunately, as long as he had a general idea, Qingyi would naturally be responsible for the specific implementation of other matters.

Now it seems that Qingyi and Ruoli have increasingly different personalities. One is dedicated to martial arts and put aside all mundane affairs and troubles, while the other is enthusiastic about the authority of the revolution and even the CIA, and everything must be arranged clearly.

Yang Meng didn't know which personality he liked more. However, as his martial arts became more and more sophisticated, he couldn't help but put his spirit more on the pill. After Wang Yaqiao, Chen Qimei and others sneaked back to China from Tokyo at the beginning of the year, they became even more lazy.

The influence of the First National Museum of China in Shanghai is now expanding. People from the Wumen who come and go from north to south are now proud to be qualified to enter the Shenwu Hall of China. Before hanging the "Seven Sects of Gods and Shadows" in the middle hall, they comprehend the key points and fighting methods of transforming the spirit and driving the spirit contained in it so that they can continue to make breakthroughs in martial arts. Some people even choose to serve in the National Museum of China just to see this white silk that was cited by the Wumen as a treasure every day.

The Wumen Sanren who walked around the world, including some of the eight sects who could not survive after the secret spirit, were praised for the possibility of opening the door of convenience in Shanghai's First National Museum and providing such a rare treasure for martial artists to seek Taoism and prove art. Many newcomers lamented the infinite potential of human power after seeing the "Seven Sects of Gods and Shadows".

There are more and more people in the National Museum, but the CIA gradually becomes deserted. The intelligence backbones who have experienced the baptism of the war are dispersed one by one under the arrangement of Qingyi and Wang Yaqiao and are secretly lurking all over the country.

As for the masters of national martial arts, except for the monk Huo Yuanjia and Yun Xiang who stayed at the First National Martial Arts Museum in accordance with Yang Meng's instructions, Wang Maozhai, Sun Lutang and Liang Zhenpu opened the National Martial Arts Museum, which was the three major internal martial arts masters in Britain, France and the United States, and spread national martial arts among European and American martial arts enthusiasts, and also laid the foundation for future transmission of intelligence and personnel.

Ruoli was still in Longhua Temple, but Yang Meng felt that the Tripitaka in the temple was no longer helpful to him. One day after going to Honglou to talk to Longye for a day and a night, he felt that his problems had been confused about him suddenly became clear. After his thoughts moved, he simply did not even greet Qingyi and Ruoli, but just left a letter saying that he would go to Tibet alone and look for his martial arts from the mountains, rivers and rivers.

"These little Japanese are really thirsty. Seeing that boxing can't fight us, they will have a swordsmanship exchange meeting..."

Just over ten days after Yang Meng went to Tibet, a long-lost challenge letter was sent respectfully by the Japanese from the Japanese-Sheng Trade Research Institute to the First National Museum. As the owner, Shang Yunxiang naturally wanted to invite Huo Yuanjia, Wang Yaqiao and others in Qingyi to come over to discuss.

"These four Japanese swordsmen are representative figures in the three major Edo temples and the four schools of Yanagi Shinyinliu. They are known as the four killing gods of kendo. They are all martial arts madmen who kill without blinking. They only have sword skills in their hearts. The weakest of them, Momoi Fengzang, are all top murderers who have swept across the four countries in Europe..."

Seeing Shang Yunxiang and others expressionless, Wang Yaqiao continued to tell the news that he had heard in Japan, "As for the head of the four killing gods, Yasuo White Ape, he is known as the strongest swordsman in the history of the Yasuo Sect. Not only was the name of the "killing sword" by the Yasuo Sect family in the history of the sword book "killing sword" by the Yasuo Sect family, but also because they practiced the strongest secret technique of Yasuo Sect, "No Sword Take" by Yanagi Xinyinliu, so they could defeat the other three sword-divine gods and be called the idol of the new generation of Japanese sword-divine..."

"This time, I must leave one for me..."

Looking at Huo Diange with a relaxed face, Wang Yaqiao's face was a little solemn, "It would be fine if the four masters took action. If you were your generation, even if you win, the casualties would be too heavy..."

"Nonsense! Just because of the sword skills they learned secretly from us, they may not be qualified to pretend to be big in front of me. Since I learned the Baji Big Spear from my uncle, I have not..."

"Okay, Section Chief Wang is also for your own good. Just leave one for you then..."

Shang Yunxiang shouted softly, and finally made Huo Diange, who was a little dissatisfied, temporarily shut his mouth. He just looked at the lustful light in his eyes. He was obviously still angry at what Wang Yaqiao said just now. The big gun, the thickness of his arm, was spinning around. Unfortunately, the weather was cold at this moment, and there was no fly in the entire hall for him to show the unique skills of the Baji Spike...

Chen Qimei's face was a little unfair, and her feet were trembling. Although he was a man from the Qing Gang family, he suddenly heard of this murderer who was famous throughout Japan and even Europe. He was obviously a little uneasy in his heart.

"I hope you... can... be like Ya Qiao said... all are truly masters of national skills with unique skills..."

The biting night wind blew on the face, and the cold waves made the eyelashes on the eyes stick to each other, and then the heat in the eyes melted rapidly and became a little blurred.

call!

The low gasps seemed so lonely in the quiet and empty night.

A faint black shadow flew past the grassland, and two emerald-like eyes emitted a terrifying light.

Bang!

A fair and clean fist suddenly popped out from below and hit Heiying's jaw accurately and quickly. Then Heiying's body was like a firecracker, making a series of fine and continuous sounds of bone cracks.

With a 'plash', the black shadow fell to the ground, and Yang Meng smiled and bent over to pick it up.

It is said that the road to Shu is difficult, but the road to Tibet is obviously very difficult to walk. If Yang Meng hadn't been gradually converging his qi and blood, and his daily consumption was lower than that of ordinary people, I'm afraid that the rare population along the way would have made him return in vain.

Even so, the mules and horses before entering Tibet were all plagued by wolves, leaving only the one with fresh water left. Fortunately, there was no shortage of grassroots along the way, and the mule could barely fill its stomach.

Although I sleep in the open along the way, I occasionally catch some prey like I do now and eat some hot food to replenish my energy.

In just over ten days, Yang Meng looked much darker and thinner, but his eyes, which once terrifyingly stunning, have now become much more restrained.

This hike that exceeds the limits of the human body is of great help to Yang Meng how to restrain his qi and blood in his body, especially in the cold winter on the northwest grassland, where the temperature difference between day and night is extremely large. In order to preserve physical strength and heat, he must close his pores almost at all times and grasp the qi and blood in his body.

As a result, Yang Meng usually seems to be depressed, but when he really explodes, the dark force bursting out from any part of his body will be more concise and strong than before.

It was like the punch that had no skill at all just now, and there was no sound in the air. However, when the fist contacted the jaw of the lone wolf, the power contained in it would suddenly explode between the bones of the lone wolf. "It is said that Yang Wudi, the capital city, was hit by the person who hit someone, would have a numb body of the whole body. The light one fell to dust and could not get up, and the heavy one was killed directly. It turned out that this was the real Hunyuan Tai Chi hammer power!"

“Huh?”

Huo Diange saw his opponent slashing at the tip of his spear and instantly stopped his back. He felt a little surprised and even a little surprised. The guy with a slight face in front of him could use such a thin Japanese sword to block the big gun that he had exploded with all his strength.

"It's interesting, come on, let me see if you are the powerful sword-driven god of killing, or your magical killing magic weapon technique is authentic!"

The Japanese in front of Huodiange had a moderate figure, but his arms were very long. A sharp Bailian Japanese sword was not only as smart as a mantis's knife arm, but also the most unpredictable thing was his footwork and knife movements.

This young man named Taojing Fengzang has a pair of slender eyes on his face. It seems that he has destroyed the balance of delicate facial features. However, Huo Diange has to admit in his heart that this guy who looks like "Rabbit Master" not only has superb sword skills in his hands, but is indeed a rare handsome man as Wang Yaqiao said. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!

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