The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 221

Shen Huchan also followed, and when he entered the hall, he saw Ye Aichan's expression was withered, his breath was weak, and his body was trembling.

"Master!"

Chen Zhuo's face was frighteningly pale and extremely weak, but he still walked quickly to Ye Aichan's side, took a look at his pulse, but quickly let it go again, and said with deep eyebrows, "What are you doing?"

Ye Aichan sat cross-legged without moving, his face was like gold paper, dripping with cold sweat, he laughed hard twice, and said quietly: "I will lose eight or nine out of ten of my spirit in a fight with you, and the end is approaching. Since the third child believes in you, I will Naturally, the old monk should also believe in it; anyway, there are not many days left to live, that Yan Kuangzi is amazingly talented, and within ten years, he will surely become an invincible and supreme figure in the world. If it is a serious problem, I will help you. You're free from worries."

He looked at Zhao Shirong.

"This child's talent is not bad. This ability should be my atonement for the evil karma I committed in the past. I hope it can benefit all people. I will die as an old monk."

Chen Zhuo never imagined that this old monk would have such a boldness to pass on his skills to Zhao Shirong.

Ye Aichan suddenly looked at Chen Zhuo and wondered, "Why are you injured?"

Chen Zhuo calmed down the other party's Qi and blood with his dark energy, and at the same time quickly explained everything outside.

When the stone Buddha spoke, Ye Aichan seemed to be taken aback, his old eyes widened, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, "Good guy, you have given up the chance to become a Buddha and an ancestor after thoroughly understanding the mountain scriptures."

Mentioning this matter, Chen Zhuo's mood also moved slightly. He had been begging for the land real immortal but could not get it, and now a great opportunity was right in front of him, which could be called a gift from heaven, but he cut it off in the end.

Otherwise, with just one thought, he can ascend to the sky. As long as he integrates thousands of prayer thoughts into one body, he can instantly become a Buddha. It is absolutely hard to imagine what kind of state it is.

But is that still him?

Chen Zhuo did not regret this trip.

If it's not the original wish, what's your wish? Lu has to go step by step.

"If I want to become a Buddha and become a patriarch, why do I need a stone fetus!"

His heart has not changed, and he is determined to find another way, how can he waver here.

Ye Aichan sighed, "Okay, I'm completely convinced by you..."

His eyes suddenly became more sly, "Can you get something?"

Chen Zhuo pondered and said: "That's right, I have gained something. I have roughly mastered the method of spiritual cultivation, but it is not self-enlightenment, it is actually a gift from heaven."

Ye Aichan also felt strange, "Is the stone statue teaching martial arts? Interesting."

Chen Zhuo knew what he was thinking, and to the old monk who had met twice, he said, "Don't worry, if I get enlightened, I will be able to spread my martial arts to the world, and I will take care of you as an apprentice."

Ye Aichan nodded and smiled, looked at Shen Huchan, "So, Huchan, go as a teacher!"

After speaking, it was already on the spot of death, and he passed away with his eyes closed.

"Master!"

Shen Huchan knelt down with a plop, his eyes filled with tears.

Zhao Shirong also bowed to Ye Aichan, obviously it was just meeting him for the first time, yet this man was willing to pass on all his skills to her.

Soon a group of novice monks came to ask questions, and after a while, the sound of chanting in the wind and snow was loud.

Standing in the wooden pavilion, Chen Zhuo looked at the broken stone Buddha under his feet. He raised his hand and twisted it, and a stone shell immediately floated up and fell into the palm of his hand. On the mottled and blurred stone surface, four handwritings that had long been blurred could be vaguely seen.

"Shameless Bodhisattva!"

I don't know who left it.

Zhao Shirong stood aside, now that her internal strength has greatly increased, and she has stepped into the top of the world, but she doesn't look very happy.

Frost and snow fell on his face, Chen Zhuo crushed the stone shell in his hands, and said, "Don't disappoint these people's thoughts, be a good emperor, be a good emperor who is beneficial to the people and the world."

Zhao Shirong asked, "Sir, can you go with Shi Rong?"

Chen Zhuo nodded, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I will always be your backer!"

……

In a blink of an eye, another half a month has passed.

On this day, Jin Guo went to Beijing.

It's almost spring in the south, but it's still freezing cold in the north.

Just after a heavy snowfall, the city guards were on duty as usual, cutting mutton, drinking the fine wine brought back by Faliao, and huddled at the top of the city.

"I heard that there was a new emperor in the Song Dynasty, and she was still a half-grown girl. I really didn't know what to do. I wanted to end up with the emperor of the Liao Kingdom. However, since it is a girl...hehehe..."

"After a while, it's time for the army to move out."

Several young soldiers were speaking Jurchen dialect, chatting casually, drinking wine and eating meat, and sipping the ointment on their fingers from time to time, which was full of taste.

"I heard that women in the Song Dynasty were the most delicate and beautiful, and they were good at singing and dancing. It would be great if our brothers could snatch some of them back."

"Hehe, that's not easy. In a few days, let's go looting and pick some beautiful ones."

……

Just as they were talking, their eyes blurred, and an old man with white beard and hair suddenly appeared on the top of the city.

The old man's eyes are black and white, very clear, but more calm and calm.

He glanced at the city, and then looked at those sturdy and burly Jurchen soldiers, his eyes moved slightly, and his face was dignified.

It is said that one side's water and soil support one side's people, and the north has been bitterly cold since ancient times. Although Jurchen can rise here, although he knew it was fierce, he was still shocked, even if it was not the first time he saw it.

Man Wan... invincible!
Seeing a person suddenly appearing on the top of the city, several city guards were stunned for a moment, and then immediately surrounded them ferociously, like a group of bloodthirsty beasts who saw fresh meat, holding a machete and brutally killing them.

But before they could open their mouths, the tip of a spear turned into a few points of cold light, which could be retracted at the touch of a finger.

Where the tip of the spear fell, it looked like a plum blossom in the snow, and a few spots of blood had spread from the throats of several fierce soldiers, and they were all dead.

Seeing this, the rest of the people not only didn't retreat, but their eyes turned red, fierce light bloomed, and they rushed forward without fear of death. The killing skills honed over time, coupled with the robustness and strength of the body, the speed of the skills is extremely impressive.

The old man picked up his long spear, his figure flickered, and he walked into the city with a single gun in his hand. Behind him, the Jurchen warriors clutched their throats one by one, and fell down one after another.

"Old man Zhuge is correcting me, Wanyanjue, you dare to fight!"

The majestic voice spread in the wind.

Three days later.

Suddenly a fast horse galloped in outside Bianjing city, trampling the dust and frost all over the ground.

"Report, God Marquis Zhuge went north alone a few days ago, headed for Shangjing, made an appointment to fight Yanjue, broke his gun and was defeated!!"

……

At the same time, the low hills are isolated, and it is the middle of winter, when everything dies, and there is no greenery.

However, under the shattered and dead rocks, suddenly a small stone was lifted up silently by something underneath.

When the small stone was turned over, greenery appeared on the bare hilltop.

Like bamboo shoots springing up overnight, the flowers and plants took root in the rock crevices, and then spread at an astonishing speed. The hilltops that were originally lifeless, suddenly became green and full of spring flowers, blending with the surrounding dryness. The decayed trees are in stark contrast.

But this spectacle did not last long.

Just a few breaths, all the flowers and plants withered again, as if they had gone through the transformation of withering and flourishing, the cycle of life and death, and then all dispersed again.

But soon I saw flowers and plants growing again and again, and they changed several times in a row, only to see that everything was calm and no one noticed.

It's just that as all the strange things disappeared on the top of the mountain, under the chaotic rocks, I don't know if it was an illusion, and there were faint bursts of strange heartbeats, which was very bizarre.

The heartbeat was weak at first, and then began to grow stronger with the sound of "thumping", becoming vigorous and powerful, faster and faster, more and more urgent, just like beating a drum, the rocks really trembled, and the birds flew away.

In that astonishing heartbeat.

"Wow!"

A strong and powerful fleshy palm suddenly protruded from the stone.

As soon as the fingertips stood up, a vast sword energy pierced through the floating clouds and shot into the sky, shocking the world.

(End of this chapter)