The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 112
The northern martial arts suddenly lost five old masters, which is a big deal.

Even Gong Baotian had to rediscover his whereabouts, leading Ma San and his daughter over by train.

In addition to the representatives of various sects who showed their faces on the wooden boat at the beginning, there are also Li Yaochen of the Three Emperors Cannonhammer, and Chuck, the arm saint.

Funerals are simple.

The five corpses were severely mutilated, and the rotten flesh was too horrible to look at. In the end, Mr. Xu hired a skilled paper maker from the capital to embalm them, and then boiled the pigskin with the pulp and rice paste. Glue was taken to complete the hands, feet and head.

The elders of the master's sect died tragically, and the disciples of the subordinate disciples rarely felt resentful, some were sensible, and some were impulsive.

Fortunately, up to now, all the seats are young masters, they can hold the place calmly, their eyes are swept away, and they are all silent.

Chen Zhuo was unable to show himself to others because of his sensitive identity, so he could only watch from a distance on the boat.

"Wake up!"

"Wake up!"

……

Three of the five coffins were carried into the carriage that had been prepared outside the door.

If you want a fallen leaf to return to its roots, you have to transport it back to your hometown for burial.

The remaining two officers were buried in Jinmen nearby, namely Yanzi Li San and a senior of Sanhuang Paohammer.

Outside the gate, many Beijing-Tianjin rangers were all incognito, and they came over to give them a ride.

The white plain flags were unfurled in the cold wind, and the yellow paper was flying, all showing mournful expressions.

Li Xian and Li De carried the coffin, and in front of him was Li San's son, the swallow, holding a memorial tablet.

Li Yaochen is in charge of the Three Emperors Paohammer.

The sound of the funeral suona was loud, desolate and sad, and lasted for a long time.

On the fishing boat, Gong Baotian held Gong Ruomei in his arms. Seeing the cold eyes and resentment of those who drove away with their carriages, Gong Baotian frowned and said, "I'm afraid there will be a gap between these three families in the future. If these old masters They are all here, there may be some hope for the integration of the northern and southern martial arts, but if they die, those disciples who want to be ahead will not be at ease."

Chen Zhuo's face remained unchanged, he wore a green robe, stood facing the wind, and said softly: "Just do your best, these schools have too little background, the masters are worth one or two, and it's normal for the disciples below to want to get ahead, as long as it's not too much , let them go."

"Hmph, what's the point of being restless, they can only hold back when they hold hands to see who is good and who is weak, and raise their feet to discuss winning or losing."

The one who spoke was the young man behind Gong Baotian, with a sullen little face, pretending to be old-fashioned, who else could he be if not Ma San.

It's only been a few years since I saw him, his muscles and bones are already stretched, his strength has been achieved, the brows are like Gong Baotian's back then, overflowing with a domineering arrogance, the edge has already shown.

As soon as the words came out, Gong Baotian's cheeks trembled, but his tone was very ordinary: "Did you speak just now? I didn't hear you clearly, please say it again."

Ma San's face turned pale, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and he knelt down on the board of the boat with a plop, "I'm sorry for my disciple's slip of the tongue, master!"

Gong Baotian narrowed his eyes, re-evaluated himself as the apprentice brought out by himself, and casually said in a soft voice: "In a few days, you will return to Fengtian and come out again when your strength will change from bright to dark."

Ma San hurriedly fell down on the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "I understand!"

After this incident, Gong Baotian no longer had the intention to stay for a long time, and after saying goodbye to all his fellow apprentices, he returned to the capital.

After the funeral, the crowd scattered to all directions.

That night.

The night is as quiet as water, with a cool breeze.

A round of bright and clean full moon appears and disappears in the thick gaps in the clouds. Under the snowy and frosty moonlight, the sparkling canal seems to turn into a wide and long jade belt, extending straight into the distance.

On a flat boat swaying with the waves of the river, Chen Zhuo's body trembled slightly when he heard the sound of the boat colliding. When he opened his eyes, he couldn't fall asleep.

Just as he was about to get up and practice, he breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes narrowed, as if he had seen something extremely astonishing, he quickly turned over and looked back, feeling horrified, and asked: "Who is your lord? Tell me your name!"

But he saw two figures standing under the shade of willows on the quiet river bank.

Chen Zhuo was secretly startled, with his current strength, there were not many people in the world who could approach him silently.

Could it be that the Tongxuan old monster came to the door to ask for his life?
As soon as he wanted to kill, his eyes became fierce and he was about to strike, but when he didn't want to, he heard a familiar laugh, "You bastard!"

Laughter hit his ears, Chen Zhuo's heart was shaken, he stopped attacking, his lips moved a few times, and his eyes gradually opened wide.

But I saw one of the figures walking out.

This man is tall and strong, with one arm, thick stubble growing on his cheek, his tiger eyes are shining, and his temples are grizzled. Although he is old, he walks steadily, and his gestures are like a tiger, with an imposing manner.

The other person came out right after him. He was a little shorter than the previous one, with his hands behind his back, a long robe and mandarin jacket, and his eyes were extraordinarily bright, full of smiles and kindness.

It was Da Dao Wang Wu and Cheng Tinghua.

"Master! Master!"

Chen Zhuo was so pleasantly surprised that he couldn't believe his eyes.

Wang Wu pursed his lips and smiled, but said nothing.

Cheng Tinghua also nodded and smiled, but did not speak.

Chen Zhuo glanced at him, and suddenly asked, "Where's Uncle Li? And Senior Guo? Didn't you come back together?"

But when he asked this question, he saw Wang Wu and Cheng Tinghua on the shore turned around and left.

Chen Zhuowu panicked, and hurriedly called: "Master, uncle, where are you going?"

He's about to go after...

"Boom", the spring thunder exploded.

On an old fishing boat by the side of the canal, Chen Zhuo opened his eyes tremblingly, there was no moonlight in the sky, there were thick dark clouds, and thunder bursts.

There was movement around one after another, and a few brothers got out of the boat, collecting clothes to dry.

Mr. Xu came out to pee with his grandson in his arms, and seeing Chen Zhuo standing still on the fishing boat, he couldn't help but greeted him, "Master Chen, it's going to rain heavily, you should hurry into the shed."

Chen Zhuo was a little dazed, his face turned pale for no reason.

He pursed his dry lips, looked back at the shore, and unexpectedly felt heart palpitations for no reason.

In an instant, bean-sized raindrops poured down.

"Boom~"

The sky thundered.

"Ow!"

Chen Zhuo's shoulders trembled, and he finally woke up like a dream. Hearing the thunderous sound, he suddenly clenched his fists, his eyes were shattered, and he roared up to the sky. Agitation.

The whistling sound lasted for more than a minute. As his chest swelled and heaved, the thunder in his stomach gradually resonated with the thunder in the sky. An indescribable surging force came invisible and was drawn into his body.

Chen Zhuo's whole body tensed up, and the last pass was passed.

Take the sky thunder.

The palpitations have dissipated.

Chen Zhuo let out a deep breath, then took a deep look at the shore, turned around and was about to go back to the shed, when suddenly two figures strode towards him in the rain.

He knew those two people, they were brothers from Xingyi School, they were Hao Enguang and Huang Bainian, both were direct disciples of Li Cunyi.

When I was studying as a teacher, I came to Beijing together with foreigners, and several of them also met.

Hao Enguang and Huang Bai were in dire straits for a few years, so they opened their mouths to reveal a piece of terrible news.

"You said Senior Brother Shang discovered the traces of Master and Senior Martial Uncle?"

Chen Zhuo's brows trembled when he heard the hoarse voice.

Hao Enguang took a few breaths, with a gun pouch on his back, "Someone saw that Brother Shang seemed to have gone to Mongolia half a month ago, and he was in a hurry."

Chen Zhuo's expression changed immediately when he heard the words, "Did you leave any clues?"

Hao Enguang nodded and said, "Yes, he went up along the Yellow River."

Chen Zhuo's breath was stagnant, and he flew ashore without hesitation, and said very quickly, "Let's divide into two groups. Brother Huang, you go to Hebei to find Senior Brother Sun Lutang and Sun, and go north with him. Senior Brother Hao and I will go first. Without further ado, let's set off immediately."

The heavy rain was pouring down, but Chen Zhuo's voice was unprecedentedly clear. It flew out of the rain and landed in Third Master Xu's ear, "Master Xu, if I haven't returned, Senior Brother Huo will preside over the affairs of the Shenzhou League..."

Before the sound had dissipated, people had already rushed into the pouring rain.

(End of this chapter)