Martial Arts in the Late Ming Dynasty: I Will Turn the Tide

In the ninth year of Chongzhen, the Ming Dynasty was almost exhausted, and the world was in ruins. Outside the pass, the golden tiger is watching eagerly, and the shaman's sorcery has been laid out for hundreds of years. The fog barrier confuses the mind, and the cold evil erodes the bones. It uses deceitful ways to eat away at the border officers and soldiers. The iron cavalry is the exterior, and the evil spirit is the interior, gnawing at the defense line of northern Xinjiang day and night. In the Central Plains of Guan Nei, wolf smoke is everywhere, and rogue invaders are setting fire to the prairie fire. Millions of hungry people rebelled, states and counties fell one after another, officers and soldiers were exhausted, corpses littered the fields in troubled times, and the people had no way out. In the mountains of Yunnan and Guizhou in the southwest, the remnants of hundreds of years of luxury are entrenched in the deep valleys. Miao poisonous miasma and witchcraft and sorcery are wreaking havoc on the southern frontier. Buddhist and Taoist immortals cannot escape from the world. The mountains and fields are filled with treacherous atmosphere, which has become a hidden and hidden danger to the Ming Dynasty. There are endless factions in the court, the powerful are domineering, and the officials are corrupt, which is rotten to the core from top to bottom. Three catastrophes in troubled times: outside, Hou Jin enters the pass, inside, there are rogue bandits, and there are poisons in the belly that cause chaos and subjugate the country. I am sixteen years old, a homeless person in the market, homeless, homeless, and living in the port of Guangzhou. Just because he was selling a handwritten newspaper on the street, he was forcibly locked up and taken away by the soldiers passing through the border. I was on the verge of death due to high fever and my body was stiff and cold. I was judged as a useless person by my superiors and ordered to abandon the wasteland and feed wild dogs. I was on the verge of death due to high fever and my body was stiff and cold. I was judged as a useless person by my superiors and ordered to abandon the wasteland and feed wild dogs. It was him, a Confucian scholar from a poor family who voluntarily abandoned his writing and joined the army. He defied military orders in public and stood up to a violent official. On a journey of thousands of miles, tangled in iron chains, he carried me, who was on the verge of death, all the way to death. In the next few years, I followed him through the wars of troubled times: north to Liaodong, defeating shamans, suppressing cold evil, and stabilizing the country; south to Yunnan and Guizhou, pacifying the remnants of luxury, clearing the troubled mountains, restoring the land, and smoothing out the centuries-old troubles in southern Xinjiang. I want to revive the Ming Dynasty among the ruins of the apocalypse.