The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 110
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On the wooden boat, the discussion is over.

Everyone still hasn't recovered from the shocking secrets before. They either closed their eyes and calmed down their minds, or sat on their knees and lowered their eyes without speaking, or took a long breath and lightly sipped the cold tea. , thinking about it.

Looking at the different reactions of these people, Chen Zhuo secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He did so after careful consideration.

It's been a long time since there's been any news about Wang Wu and the others, plus the fact that the Empress Dowager is dead, those old immortals who know that they have lost their enshrining may jump over the wall in a hurry or disappear; If you deliberately hide it, you will be hard to guard against if you use a dark knife at a critical moment.

It is impossible for these masters to stay together day and night and stay inseparable, but if there are old monsters who only pick on those who are alone, even Chen Zhuo himself will have to explain.

In this way, they can only take the initiative to attack, or do not do it, and if they do, they must be uprooted and killed.

Seeing that everyone was murderous and eager to try, Chen Zhuo couldn't help but reminded again and again: "This matter is of great importance, everyone should proceed with caution. Grandmasters must have at least five companions. Those who have not reached the level of Grandmasters are responsible for finding out the secrets of those Tongxuan old monsters. The whereabouts are enough, and you must not act rashly, lest you risk your life in vain, and besides..."

His tone suddenly became more serious, and he said in a deep voice: "You must pay attention to the foresight of those old monsters. Ordinary people only have five senses, and this kind of existence has cultivated the sixth sense. You can feel all the killing thoughts imposed on you. Be wary and avoid danger.”

After such a reminder, everyone present seems to have calmed down a lot.

"Hehe, Brother Chen, don't worry, don't talk about Tongxuan, even if you really become a god, you have to fight to know who is stronger and weaker."

"That's it!"

"Mr. Chen, don't worry. We are already on the verge of retreating in this matter. Even if we die, we have to face the difficulties and splash their blood."

"Since those seniors have made a start, let's close it and dig out the rest of the fish that slipped through the net to avoid future troubles."

"Make a quick decision, join the seniors, and fight that Ganfengchi!"

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Yang Banhou took over the words at this time, "Those Tongxuan old monsters buried in the soil are mostly self-locking, like the tortoise sleeping, so there must be a master guarding the tomb nearby, if you find out about the tomb guard, please pay more attention pay attention to."

Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard the words, but it saved them from looking for a needle in a haystack, which saved a lot of trouble.

Without any hesitation, one by one immediately got up one after another, "Since the plan is already made, we will start to prepare."

As soon as the wooden boat slowed down, there were fishing boats approaching nearby.

Representatives of Wumen were sent ashore, and they went quickly.

In a blink of an eye, only Chen Zhuo and Yang Ban were left in the shed.

Although the old man was old, his face was not loose, but his outline was clear and he was full of energy.

"I don't know what Banhou Gong has to say to me?"

he asks.

Yang Banhou smiled slightly, "I had something to say before I came here, but I have nothing to say after I came here...you are a terrible young man!"

While chatting and laughing, the old man took out an old thread-bound blue book from his pocket. It may have been a few years old, and the bookcase was mottled and faded. He put it on the coffee table, and then lifted the curtain behind his back and went out.

While Chen Zhuo was puzzled, he stared at the handwriting on the book cover, and his breath suddenly stopped.

"True solution of Yang Style Taijiquan!"

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Spring comes late in the north, and it is already around the Ching Ming Festival when it is warm.

There was a light rain, and occasionally a few spring thunders could be heard.

On the banks of the South Canal, dozens of fishing boats, large and small, crowded the shore. The fishermen on the shore were handling the fish and crabs in the bamboo baskets. From time to time, the buddies, masters of the restaurant, or nearby people came to pick some.

As the weather warms up, the green willows on both sides of the bank are filled with smoke, chirping birds, sculls yelling, dogs barking next door, women on the shore smashing laundry sticks, and quarrels over every ounce and bargaining add to the rain. Some market flavors, but also a little more fireworks.

On a long and narrow fishing boat in the rain, Chen Zhuo wore a worn-out bamboo hat and rolled up his trouser sleeves. He sat casually on the bow of the boat, with his right foot half immersed in the river water, and his left foot resting on his right thigh in a half-legged position. On top of that, lightly press the knees with both hands, close your eyes and concentrate, and sit still.

As he swallowed the air into his throat, the air was wrapped into a round pill by the tip of his tongue, swallowed along the body fluid, fell into his stomach, and then spread out like a thunderbolt, a vibrating invisible force immediately spread in all directions like ripples, Pushing the muscles and bones all over his body to collide and tremble, there were bursts of crackling and thundering sounds in his body.

It's just that when the ripples were about to come out from the outside to the inside, the dragon behind Chen Zhuo suddenly moved again, his flesh tightened and trembled, pulling his whole body, and stopped the ripples with strength.

After going back and forth like this for several times, the strange energy was dissipated in the limbs and bones, and the internal organs were completely worn away.

This is one of the wonderful functions of "Tian Gang Jin", and it is also the way to cultivate inner vision.

Use the power of the dantian to vibrate through the limbs, internal organs, and internal organs. It is not necessary to release it outside, but to feel the changes of the ripples and vibrations back and forth, so as to visualize the physical body, so that everything in the physical body can be visualized in the heart, finely detailed, so as to achieve inner vision. the goal of.

This method can also strengthen the five internal organs, the stronger the five internal organs, the stronger the vibrating force, and the more obvious the changes will be.

This method is not a method of killing, but a method of tranquility, which is used to condense the spiritual thoughts and gather the mind.

It's just that as the river water under his feet stirred up layers of ripples, the outline that Chen Zhuo gradually visualized in his mind suddenly disappeared like a bubble.

He breathed slowly, opened his eyes helplessly, looked at the reflection in the water and sighed.

The strength has not yet penetrated the whole body, and the shock force has not been completely stopped, the barriers on the legs have not been passed, and the kung fu is not deep enough.

Fortunately, it's almost recovered.

It has been more than a month since the assassination of the Queen Mother.

Now the only thing left to do is to clean up those old immortals and find Wang Wu and his traces as soon as possible.

And when you do the math, if nothing unexpected happens, the people from the Yanzimen should have some clues.

As soon as his breath sank, Chen Zhuo wanted to practice again, when he suddenly heard laughter from the bank.

"Master Chen, who do you see coming?"

Chen Zhuo turned around and looked, his expression was startled, and then he was overjoyed.

But under the shade of the willows, there is a yellow-faced man in gray robe and black coat standing side by side with Mr. Xu, looking at him with a smile that is not a smile, like a tiger staring at him, he looks like a master, it is Huo Yuanjia who he hasn't seen for several years .

"You fellow, if I hadn't bumped into Mr. Xu, I wouldn't have known you were in Jinmen."

Huo Yuanjia seemed dissatisfied, his face was cold, but there was a smile that couldn't be hidden in his eyes.

Chen Zhuo's eyelids trembled, he got up and went ashore, "Senior Brother Huo!"

The two stood against the wind and looked at each other, both smiling.

"My boy, you've done your best. A while ago, Jinsun came back from the south and said that a disciple of King Wu of the Great Swordsman was helping him out of righteousness. I knew it was you when I heard it; I heard that you went to the Summer Palace to assassinate the Empress Dowager, I'll let someone secretly go to the capital to inquire about your whereabouts, so I'm just watching you right under my nose."

Looking at the almost completely reborn junior in front of him, Huo Yuanjia looked up and down, full of emotion at the same time.

"It's not as sharp as it used to be, and I know how to restrain myself, and I've grown a lot. It's just that this look of eagles watching wolves is getting more and more frightening...cough cough..."

In the middle of speaking, Huo Yuanjia suddenly coughed violently, adding a little sickness to his sallow face.

The smile on Chen Zhuo's face faded a lot, "Senior brother, why is your cough not getting better, but getting worse?"

Huo Yuanjia took off the handkerchief, took a few breaths, and then his face returned to normal, "Cure is good... My breathing method just hurt my lungs. If I don't fight with others in the future, I will take a little rest, and the condition will be relieved. But now that the country is in crisis, a few choking coughs are nothing, compared to the terminally ill world, it is insignificant... You must leave a useful body and do what you should do."

There was a little worry on Chen Zhuo's brows, and he was about to say a few more words, but was interrupted by Huo Yuanjia, "Don't worry about me, tell me where the master and uncle went? Before leaving, the master only said that he would do something A major event disappeared without a trace, and many masters of the older generation also disappeared."

Since it was goodbye to the brothers and sisters, Chen Zhuo didn't hide anything, and immediately told everything about those Tongxuan old monsters in detail.

Huo Yuanjia frowned more and more, "Master, they haven't heard anything yet?"

Chen Zhuo glanced at the boats coming and going on the river, and said softly: "Except for Su Can, the grandmaster of the southern sect, who appeared in Qinling, the other grandmasters of the older generation have disappeared. I have almost recovered from my injuries these days. I plan to Find it yourself."

While the two were talking, Mr. Xu got some food and wine from somewhere.

The three of them got into a black-covered boat and set it apart.

Huo Yuanjia had no intention of drinking, holding the wine cup for a long time without raising his hand, let alone moving his chopsticks, he thought for a long time, "Junior brother, have you ever thought about finding other ways?"

"how to say?"

It's not that Chen Zhuo hasn't tried other methods. He even posted the reward, and he has thought of all the ways he should think about.

Huo Yuanjia frowned and said in a deep voice: "I think there is something missing in the direction of your search. If those people who understand the mystery haven't disappeared in the mountains, didn't Mr. Guo say that the person he met back then was a woodcutter...Da Yinyin Yushi."

Chen Zhuo paused the hand holding the flagon, "If so, there may be people who witnessed the battle between the two sides, but why there is no clue?"

Suddenly, his eyes flickered, and he narrowed his eyes, "Could it be that they were all silenced?"

Huo Yuanjia finally drank a cup of wine, put it down heavily, raised his head to meet Chen Zhuo's eyes, and said in a concentrated voice: "These people will never hide in a prosperous city, they should be in a wild city in a mountain village. Kill one or two... massacre villages and villages, leave no one alive!"

Chen Zhuo slowly put down his chopsticks, with no joy or anger on his face.

Mr. Xu's expression on the side tightened, his eyeballs trembled, and he said in a hoarse voice: "When you say that, I think of something. A few days ago, I heard from a shopkeeper in the past that several villages and clans were massacred in the border of Shanxi. In all the tragedies, there were no survivors, and the death was clean, and the death was also weird, with no injuries, could it be that they were killed by internal energy?"

Chen Zhuo got up suddenly, "Yes or no, you can find out if you check it!"

(End of this chapter)