radicalducati Chapter 227 The braid is gone, but the god remains!
Chapter 227 The braid is gone, but the god remains!
Chapter 227 The braid is gone, but the god remains!
Upon hearing this, Chen Wen nodded at first, but then shook his head.
"He may be a villain, but Yuan Shikai is an extremely ambitious dog. Give him the chance, and he'll bite anyone."
Wang Wu paused for a moment, subconsciously looking at Chen Wen, somewhat confused.
How could such a sycophantic and treacherous person receive such high praise?
It dares to bite anyone?
So who exactly does Chen Wen want him to bite?
One name after another flashed through Wang Wu's mind, but he felt that none of them were worth Chen Wen's attention.
Chen Wen didn't offer any further explanation, but simply said, "In my upcoming plans, he's more useful than Tan Sitong."
As they talked, they had already walked out of the restaurant.
A night breeze brushed against my face.
The carriage arranged by Prince Yi was waiting at the door.
"Dr. Chen, please get in the carriage! His Highness has instructed me to escort you back to your residence!"
Chen Wen laughed heartily and boarded the carriage without the slightest hesitation.
"Then thank you for your kindness, Your Highness."
The coachman dared not say a word and immediately whipped the carriage to travel through the city.
After traveling for a short while, the carriage stopped again.
Before me was a quiet courtyard, not in a remote location, but hidden deep in an alley, with no neighbors on either side.
Two lanterns hung at the entrance, casting a dim yellow light, and two guards stood with their hands clasped, looking very proper.
Wang Wu got out of the car and glanced around discreetly.
He could tell at a glance that the guards at the gate were just for show. The two men stood loosely with unfocused eyes; if a fight broke out, he wouldn't be able to withstand a single blow.
The real watchmen are in the shadows.
He looked away and said in a low voice, "The two guards at the gate are just for show. There are at least four people in the shadows: one on the roof of the east wing, one at the alley entrance across the street, and two over at the tea stall."
Chen Wen nodded, stepped inside, and said in a calm tone, "Don't worry about it, everything is going according to plan."
Wang Wu followed Chen Wen into the courtyard. Although he didn't know the full extent of Chen Wen's plan, he was quite clear about it.
The elixir of immortality alone was enough to turn the entire court and the public upside down.
He vaguely guessed that Chen Wen was about to do something big, but he didn't press for details. He simply continued, "Although I don't know much about it, feel free to ask if there's anything I can do to help."
Chen Wen stopped in the courtyard and looked back at him.
"You are the captain of the Big Sword Squad."
"Look at my Eight-Sword Breaking Technique, is there any room for improvement? It needs to be universally applicable so that everyone can practice it."
"In addition, here are a few more secret manuals. Take them and practice them to improve your strength as much as possible."
Chen Wen took out several booklets from his pocket and handed them over. Wang Wu took them, looked down, and his eyelids twitched suddenly.
"Xingyiquan Manual", "Essentials of Bajiquan", "The Essence of Tan Tui", "Analysis of Mantis Hand" — each of these books contains the closely guarded secrets of its respective school.
Some of these skills he had only heard his master mention when he was young, such as a certain school or sect possessing a certain technique that was extremely difficult for outsiders to discover.
He was taken aback to find such a thick stack of things pressed in his hand.
"They just gave me these martial arts manuals so easily?"
Liang Kuan leaned over for a glance, his tone casual: "In our Blood Flag Army, anyone who has passed the tests can learn these skills."
Wang Wu raised his head and looked at Chen Wen.
Chen Wen remained calm, as if he were handing over not a stack of martial arts manuals that people in the martial arts world would fight tooth and nail for, but just a few ordinary account books.
Wang Wu neither spoke nor declined.
He gripped the stack of booklets tightly, and after a long while, nodded heavily.
"I will definitely study hard."
Chen Wen smiled and said, "You need to practice martial arts, and you also need to learn how to use firearms. Don't resist it; just treat the guns like swords, bows, and crossbows. We're here to save the country and its people, not to have a martial arts contest."
Wang Wu fell silent upon hearing this.
To be honest, he was actually somewhat opposed to muskets.
That year, when he led the raid on the Japanese pirates, he carried a broadsword, and his brothers also carried broadswords.
They were facing musketeers. A volley of fire took down half of his men.
He watched helplessly as his brothers died tragically on the spot, dying with immense resentment.
In the end, except for him, the entire Big Sword Team was wiped out.
We can't get over this hurdle.
"I'm afraid that practicing shooting will neglect my martial arts skills. If my martial arts skills are ruined, I won't be able to beat the foreigners. They are strong and healthy—"
Chen Wen frowned immediately upon hearing this.
Fortunately, he had already spoken to the Blood Flag Army, Huang Feihong and others many times during this period, so he was not surprised by Wang Wu's resistance.
"I've heard of a master who is skilled with a whip, but he doesn't use an ordinary whip; he uses his own braid."
Wang Wu looked up at Chen Wen again, somewhat puzzled as to why the other man had suddenly brought up the matter of other experts.
Does that mean that no matter how good your kung fu is, it's useless if you don't practice with firearms?
Chen Wen's voice continued, "This man's braid is like a living thing; it hits exactly where he points. No one can get close within three feet. He's known in the martial arts world as the Divine Whip!"
"Later, someone took advantage of him sleeping soundly at night and cut off his braid."
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Listening from the side, Liang Kuan couldn't help but ask, "Is this person finished? Can't we just switch to a regular whip and start training again?"
Wang Wu shook his head and sighed, "This master whip practitioner has specialized in braids for decades; all his skills are in his braids."
"If you replace it with an ordinary whip, it will look similar but lack the essence; it's a completely different thing. Even if you still have some strength, it will be greatly diminished."
Wang Wu's words had not yet completely faded.
Chen Wen shook his head, interrupting him: "No, he's even more amazing!"
Wang Wu was stunned, somewhat unable to comprehend: "What? How is that possible?"
Liang Kuan stared wide-eyed with curiosity.
"Did he really switch to a regular whip? Or did he grow his braid long again?"
Chen Wen faced the two seriously and replied, "Someone asked him the same question: 'Your braid has been cut off, so how come you're even more powerful now?' Guess what he said."
Wang Wu remained silent, awaiting a surprising answer.
The man laughed and said, "The braid is gone, but the spirit remains!"
With a loud bang!
A thunderous roar seemed to erupt in Wang Wu's mind, and he subconsciously moved his lips, repeating those six words again.
"The debate may be over, but God remains!"
For a moment, he was completely stunned, standing there for a long time, unable to recover.
Liang Kuan, however, excitedly gave a thumbs up: "That's a true master! The skill is in the braid, but the real ability lies in the heart!"
Chen Wen nodded and continued, "Later, he practiced with firearms. He lost the divine whip, but gained a divine spear!"
Wang Wu murmured unconsciously.
"A divine whip? A divine spear! This—this—"
Chen Wen frowned again as he said this, "There's one more thing. You said that foreigners are strong and healthy, while we Chinese are weak. This is not actually a matter of race."
"If Chinese people can't even get enough to eat, how can they grow up healthy if generations go hungry?"
"Foreigners plunder the world, feeding you milk, bread, and meat; of course they're stronger than you. There might be slight racial differences, but not that significant! The biggest reason lies at the dinner table!"
"You are from Jizhou, a true descendant of the Yellow Emperor. In terms of race, you are second to none."
Wang Wu had noticed this in the Black Flag Army years ago: Northerners were generally taller and stronger than Southerners.
I never imagined that my own race was so good!
Descendants of the Yellow Emperor!
Liang Kuan, however, wore a bitter expression: "No wonder I'm so weak, it turns out I'm congenitally deficient, God didn't give me any talent—"
Chen Wen's face fell: "Why are you crying?"
Liang Kuan immediately shrank his neck, feeling extremely wronged.
Chen Wen remained expressionless.
"The south belongs to the element of fire, and its people are descendants of Zhurong, the god of fire. You are a descendant of Zhurong."
Liang Kuan's eyes lit up: "Really? I'm also a descendant of immortals?"
Chen Wen's face darkened further.
"Fake!"
Liang Kuan's smile froze.
Chen Wen glared at Liang Kuan with annoyance, feeling utterly speechless.
"I've been saying for so long that a person's physical strength is mainly due to nutrition. Have you just been listening to myths and legends?"
"If we're really going to be serious, after thousands of years of integration among the Chinese people, who doesn't have some Yanhuang blood in them? We're all descendants of immortals."
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"I'm saying this to make you understand that race has never been the basis for distinguishing between superior and inferior people."
At this point, Chen Wen looked at the two of them seriously: "Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny? Haven't you heard this saying before?"
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