The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 188

At the end of the night, the morning wind blows the fog.

In a small pavilion outside the capital, there are bursts of flute sounds, sometimes rising and falling, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow; when anxious, it looks like anger, and when it is slow, it looks like crying; The mountain scenery is also getting more and more disabled, losing its color, and adding a bit of chill.

Then the sound of the flute is heard together, and the sound of the flute is heard again.

The sound of the flute is clear and sweet, like a bird chirping, it is mellow and full of vitality, and it echoes in harmony with the sound of the flute, dissolving the hostility and evil spirit in it.

There were two people standing inside the pavilion, one was in a black robe and a big cloak, his eyebrows and eyes were dark, and his gray hair was loose. Even though he was no longer young, one could still see from his face that he must have been extremely heroic when he was young. Unfortunately, one eye was gloomy, while the other It is gray and dull, and it is difficult to see the pupils.

It's the Thirteenth Limit of the Yuan Dynasty, between the fingers of Xiao Xiao.

The other person is a bright-eyed young man, with a sword in brocade clothes and a flute in front of his lips. Although his face is young, it is no longer the childishness when he entered and left Beijing, and he has lost the spirited and bright smile that appeared on the outside, and has become introverted and calm.

It turned out to be Wang Xiaoshi, the sub-host of the Golden Wind and Rain Building.

Yuan Shisanxian didn't like the melodious and melodious flute sound very much, and seemed to dislike beautiful things, with resentment in his heart, a wicked look on his face, and gloomy eyes all over his eyes, he said: "Boy, don't say it's you, it's your master! , If you meet me, you will stay away, and you who are sensible, get out of here."

But Wang Xiaoshi said with a playful smile: "You brag, I brag, the road is open, each go to the other side..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yuan Shisanxian had already used a flute as a stick, his eyes were like eagles, and he struck fiercely.

The hole flute in his hand is about three feet long, the flute pipe crosses, it brings out a gust of wind whistling like a ghost crying, it turns into a shadow, it turns in the air, and settles in front of him.

Seeing the one-line stick technique, Wang Xiaoshi suppressed his smile, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" he turned out of the kiosk, there was a long and narrow gap in the brocade clothes on his chest, and then he patted his chest pretending to be terrified.

Yuan Shisanjian stepped out, his face was expressionless, his only eyes were cold, the small pavilion behind him collapsed suddenly, everything in the pavilion was divided into two, and the wood and stone were all broken, like a thin line.

This mere hole flute is actually a sharp weapon like a magic weapon, with a single move, it has such power, Wang Xiaoshi's expression is dignified.

Yuan Shisanxian said expressionlessly: "If you don't retreat, I won't be merciful in my next move."

Wang Xiaoshi smiled wryly, in terms of seniority, he should have called him uncle.

This person and "Lazy Master" Ye Aichan, his master "Tianyi Layman" Xu Xiaoyi, and "Sixth and Five Gods" Zhuge Zhengwo are all Wei Qingqing's apprentices, but it is a pity that Ye Aichan escaped into Buddhism. The remaining three turned against each other because of a woman, and they were cut off from justice.

In particular, Yuan Thirteen Limits and Zhuge Zhengwo were mortal enemies, and they suffered repeated setbacks under the "Stunning Spear".

In terms of talent and martial arts, this person should not lose to Zhuge Zhengwo, but it seems that he lacks a little bit of luck, and he always comes close.

Wang Xiaoshi's expression darkened, thinking of how many people turned against each other, and the same family fought each other, and suddenly thought of his brothers.

The brothers fought against the wall, and the siblings broke up.

Bai Er Er is already insane.

He was disheartened, turned around and left a little bit lost.

Just as he was about to go far away, he suddenly heard a surprised whisper behind him, "Wang Xiaoshi?"

Familiar with the voice, Wang Xiaoshi shook his shoulders and turned around to look.

In the direction of the capital, a figure in green robes came striding forward. The ups and downs of his steps seemed to be slow, but they were hard to track with the naked eye. Looking from a distance, he could see a person's figure constantly swaying and moving, changing his position again and again, as if shrinking into inches.

"Chen Zhuo!"

Wang Xiaoshi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he was pleasantly surprised.

But when he caught a glimpse of Chen Zhuo's slightly weird short hair, and Yintang's lingering black and red eyebrows, his expression changed, and then he looked at the Yuan Thirteenth Limit, and suddenly seemed to understand something, and said in surprise, "You are the one." The man in the iron mask? I thought you would be that Taoist Chen in the palace!"

Chen Zhuo simply didn't bother to hide it, "Those two are me...ahem..."

He coughed lightly, and his face became more and more gray.

Wang Xiaoshi was silent for a while, looking at Chen Zhuo's current situation, it was even worse than Su Mengzhen.

Although Su Mengzhen said that he was seriously ill and was bedridden, at least he could live on, but Chen Zhuo seemed like there was no tomorrow, and at least he was infected with more than a dozen kinds of strange poisons.

Seeing Chen Zhuo's appearance, Yuan Shisanjian also narrowed his eyes, and said with a sneer, "Boy, don't think that I will show mercy because of your poisoning. You will definitely lose today. After I kill you, I will defeat Zhuge again." If it’s me, I’ll be ashamed.”

There seemed to be endless hatred in his words.

Chen Zhuo slowed down and didn't look at Wang Xiaoshi. He narrowed his eyes and saw the evil look on his face, "Today I want to vomit quickly, I will kill you!"

Yuan Shisanxian was taken aback when he heard the words, and then smiled, "Sure enough!"

The words started and the words fell, and the two moved almost at the same time; Yuan Shisanxian let out a sinister grin, and could no longer hold back the killing and fighting intent in his heart, he clasped his palms together, pushed his palms together, and ran wildly under his feet, already carrying a world-shattering prestige Attack Chen Zhuo.

Chen Zhuo clenched his fists behind his back, clasped his five fingers together, and held his palms empty. While raising his arms, he thrust out his fists, his sleeves rounded, and he went straight to meet him without avoiding it.

The fists and palms collided blatantly, and the air between the two of them suddenly exploded, like a thunder from the sky stirring the fire on the ground, and the terrifying air waves swept across like ripples, pushing dust and grass, flying sand and rocks, and the small pavilion was shattered and scattered all over the ground. .

With such power, even Wang Xiaoshi had to close his eyes and hold his breath, and staggered back.

As soon as the two fought against each other, their eyes changed.

Yuan Thirteen was shocked in his heart, how come he hasn't seen him for half a year, Chen Zhuo's method is better than before, although he didn't notice the internal force, but the power of divine sense was unimaginably thick, as thick as a mountain, and full of power.

Chen Zhuo also felt that the opponent's palm strength was stronger than before.

It stands to reason that it is extremely difficult to reach this level of cultivation base and climate, and it is extremely difficult to make an inch of progress, and it is impossible to make great progress if you don't want to.

Fighting with each other, each move is a test, the two flew back and shot into the distance.

How could Wang Xiaoshi miss it, his expression was slightly condensed, and he chased wildly with his sword behind his back.

Not long after the three of them left.

In the gradually thinning morning mist, seven figures rushed over in a hurry; these seven people were the seven masters of swordsmanship who were guarding Cai Mansion back then.

Scanning the messy ruins all over the ground, the seven people had already picked up the direction where Chen Zhuo and Yuan Shisanxian left and chased after them.

If there are only seven people, there are four more people. These four people have different auras, and they are also different in height, short, fat and thin.

"Pursue, Deputy Master Bai has ordered, wait for the opportunity!"

Seeing the footsteps of several people, the four immediately followed. It was really lively.

"Ok?"

Just waiting for everyone to go, this scene was caught by a group of people who were about to enter the capital.

The head of the man had a strange expression on his face, and his black robe was half uncovered, revealing a solid chest that seemed to have been honed over time. He was tall and straight, with an unusually large frame. The evil aura caused this person's face to become fierce and vicious, very surly.

The man grinned, and the black robe was automatic without wind.

"Interesting, I don't want to encounter a fierce battle before entering Beijing."

Beside this person are several masters, one of them is still a doll, but with a rigid expression, he clenches his hands into a fist.

Someone suggested: "Guangzhu, Qingyangzi is still in the capital, we might as well talk to him first..."

The black-robed man narrowed his eyes, and immediately silenced the person who spoke, and then said with great interest: "Let's go, let's join in the fun!"

(End of this chapter)