The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 231 Successful Retirement (End of this volume)
Wu exhausted the void?

Chen Zhuo had a complex expression, looking at the sky, hearing the laughter that was blowing away with the wind, he saw shock in his eyes for the first time.

This kind of feeling is indescribable, as if when he was successful in his inner family back then and thought he would finally be able to flex his muscles, he suddenly realized that there were still "Tong Xuan" people in the world.

There is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people... It is like seeing a high mountain.

What is after the void?
Thinking of this, Chen Zhuo couldn't help feeling flustered and his eyelids trembled.

Seeing this situation, the soldiers of the Golden Soldiers were even more unbearable. Their faces were pale and panicked. Disappointed.

Such a scene that almost soars into the sky is enough to shock the past and the present, shocking the world.

The snow is still there.

Chen Zhuo withdrew his gaze in a daze, raised his hand to grasp falsely, and flipped the long spear inserted obliquely on the mountain of corpses into his hand.

"Wait, don't kill again, I... lost... lost... admitted..."

With a mournful voice, the gold master Wanyan Sheng rushed out with disheveled hair, and knelt down at Chen Zhuo's feet with a "plop".

"Holy!"

"No..."

"Wanyan Sheng!"

……

Shouts of surprise or anger sounded one after another.

Just looking at Wanyan Cheng who lowered his head and said nothing, a man of Jin looked up to the sky and sighed, "The Kingdom of Jin...is dead from today, but even if we die, we will never be slaves of other countries, and will never be accepted by others." insult!"

After all, he drew a knife and killed himself.

Immediately, thousands of people followed suit, and even the immature child was stabbed to death on the spot. The bloody arrows scattered and flowed all over the ground, and corpses fell one after another.

Those who did not dare to die looked at each other and knelt down one after another, hanging their heads like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

And the more than ten thousand golden soldiers also put down their weapons and knelt down one by one.

Chen Zhuo glanced at the scene of Wan Jun bowing his head, his eyelids drooped, covering up the tiredness on his face, he shook the blood on the gun, took off his facial mask, grabbed a leg of lamb from a table, As soon as the horizontal gun was released, he sat on the blood-stained stone steps and began to bite.

The clear chewing sound spread in the wind and snow, sending chills down the spine.

"food!"

he said lightly.

Someone immediately got up and left knowingly, and when he came back, he had already led a group of people to bring a lot of drinks and meat, and carefully placed them in front of Chen Zhuo.

……

It's getting late.

A group of soldiers and horses suddenly came from outside the city.

Gao Chong led five thousand Qingqi and galloped there.

At first he was still apprehensive, and only watched from a distance outside the city, but when he realized that the defense in the city was empty, he led his troops into the city.However, along the way, his complexion changed and changed. The long street almost flowed like a river, and the corpses were spread straight into the palace. The blood was thick and lingered for a long time.

The people in the city kept leaving the city to flee, and some people knelt down to pray, burn incense and worship, but they didn't know what they saw.

Until Gao Chong rushed into the palace, the scene in front of him really stunned everyone.

In the empty field in front of the hall, in the white snow, countless people knelt on the ground, and there were still many stumps and broken arms.

How many people does this have to kill?

And on the stone steps on one side of the empty field, a person sat with a gun horizontally, covered in blood, and was burying his head in eating the meat, wine and meat in front of him. The blood on his body was so thick that he could smell it dozens of steps away, and the palace behind him was even more so. The roof of the hall was lifted off, and the corpses in the hall were piled up like a mountain, covered with frost and snow, filled with scattered weapons, and siblings, like branches of old trees, which made people creepy.

Xu Shi was rushed by the evil spirit, the horses under the seats neighed in fright, and the people stood up, pacing back and forth restlessly, snorting.

The faces of the people on horseback were even more pale. If they hadn't known that they were their own, they would have turned around and fled away, and they definitely didn't want to stay for a while.

Until the man with lowered jaw and unhurriedly chewing the meat raised his eyes and took a glance, the restless horse calmed down instantly, and everyone on the horse was silent like a cicada.

"Master Hou!"

Gao Chong took a second look, finally recognized Chen Zhuo, got off his horse, and walked through the pool of blood.

Chen Zhuo wiped the ointment from the corner of his mouth and asked, "How many soldiers and horses are here?"

Gao Chong said: "I have brought five thousand light cavalry, and there are [-] troops on the road behind, sooner tonight, later tomorrow morning."

Chen Zhuo nodded, and stood up with the spear in his hand, "He is the benefactor, and I will leave the rest to you."

Gao Chong looked at Wanyan Cheng at the side, his face changed slightly, and he wanted to ask again, but Chen Zhuo's figure flickered, and he disappeared into the wind and snow.

In the early spring of the fourth year of Tianhui, Wanyan Sheng, the gold lord, was captured by Chen Zhuo, the "Marquis of Zhenbei". The news spread back to Bianjing, which shocked the whole world.

In this battle, it was rumored that a peerless sword fairy had accompanied him, and the tens of thousands of Jin Kingdom's troops were defeated and fled.

The next month, Yan Zonghan, the army of the West Road, heard that the entire Jurchen royal family, including Shangjingcheng and Jinzhu, had been captured, so he withdrew his troops and retreated to the northern grasslands and deserts, hoping to make a comeback.

In the same year, the new emperor set the reign title "Zhaowu" and enfeoffed all his ministers. A total of more than forty people were enshrined and worshiped as generals.

But after this battle, it was rumored that Chen Zhuo had gone back to Beijing to meet the new emperor, and then disappeared.

……

Every place always has its unique story, or because of a sect, a party, a person, or some deeds, so that the place that should be ordinary becomes unusual.

In the autumn of this year, Huaiyin, cut the scripture hall.

The leader of the Bai Dao in the past, in terms of prestige, is still above the current Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower.

"Zhanghou" of Huaiyin has achieved all the thousand and one styles of "Wind Sword, Frost Sword".

It's a pity that such a character still loses to others.

This person is the founder of "Zizamen", Wei Qingqing.

With the appearance of these two figures, even if the "Zhan Jingtang" has long since disappeared with the passage of time, the reputation created in the past years is still passed on by word of mouth, leaving behind a few words.

Furthermore, Wei Qingqing's fame spread throughout the world, and the four disciples are all great masters of a generation of martial arts. Although he is extinct, there are still legends about this person in the world.

The old house is old and dilapidated, but fortunately, it can be seen that there are still people cleaning it. Although there are few people in the deserted house, from time to time, young heroes who are rising and newly promoted in the martial arts will gallop over and take a look.

Rivers and lakes, rivers and lakes, I will appear on the stage after you sing, and the waves behind the Yangtze River will push the waves ahead.

Now that the north is settled, wars and wars have been avoided, and disputes have begun again in the rivers and lakes.

In the south, the "Power Gang" and the "Tianxiashe" fought fiercely, and it was inseparable.

Yan Kuangzi is addicted to fighting and killing, and his temperament is perverse, and the Jiang brothers have a gap because of the joint attack.

It’s just that at some point, the news of “Wuji elixir” spread in the rivers and lakes. A stranger from the Taoist sect refines the elixir in Wuyi Mountain. Sometimes there is a strong fragrance of elixir in the mountain, and sometimes colorful clouds rise, arousing the wind and clouds in all directions.

In front of the old house, the wealthy door is half closed.

In the yard, there was a stooped old man in gray clothes with thinning white hair who was holding a broom, scraping the dead leaves and rotten shells on the ground, buried his head, and took care of it time after time.

"Who are you driving?"

The old man's face was slightly dark, and he seemed to be shocked. He stopped his work and looked up at the door.

As soon as the wooden door opened, a man in green robe strode in.

"It turned out to be the 'Zhenbeihou' face to face, I'm sorry."

Seeing the person coming, the old man's cheeks trembled and he gave a salute.

Chen Zhuo glanced at the other party thoughtfully, then looked at the several tablets enshrined in the hall, and asked, "Are you a disciple of the 'Zhan Jing Tang'? What's your name?"

The old man shook his head, "This old man is just a servant, Master Hou can just call me a gray servant."

Chen Zhuo didn't ask any more questions, and said bluntly: "It's good to borrow this place to sleep, not to sleep in vain."

"sleep?"

The old man who claimed to be a gray servant was stunned, dazed and confused, and greatly puzzled.

Chen Zhuo went straight into the inner hall.

Hui Pu was startled, his eyes widened, he swung the broom in his hand, he switched swords and swordsmanship, the sword was fierce and the sword was eager, wanting to intercept it.

"One thousand and one styles of wind knife and frost sword? Good skill, lend me a use."

Chen Zhuo praised without turning his head, walked to the futon in the center of the room, and Shi Shiran sat down.

Hui Pu only moved forward, as if being forced away by an invisible air force, and seeing that Chen Zhuo hadn't returned the attack, he withdrew his attack again, frowning, and was about to ask, who would have thought that after Chen Zhuo sat down cross-legged, he would He closed his eyes, as if sleeping.

After a while, Chen Zhuo's breath returned to peace, and he fell asleep.

Hui Pu's face is weird, although he knows that the reputation of the person in front of him is now in full swing, he can be said to be alone in the world, but he doesn't want to have such a weird temper, he comes to sleep in broad daylight, and what he says is vague.

He was hesitating whether to wake up the other party, but the next scene moved him, and he was horrified.

Not long after Chen Zhuo fell asleep, the cinnabar-like red mark on the center of his brow suddenly lit up, its brilliance dim.

Just shaking for a while, the original paint color peeled off, and the mottled and old inner hall unexpectedly changed greatly. Everything seemed to be repeating intact, and it looked brand new, and it seemed like time was flowing backwards.

But within a dozen or so breaths of effort, the inner hall has become magnificent, those spirit cards are gone, and in the empty room, countless objects that have been removed have suddenly reappeared in front of them, appearing out of thin air.

"Slash the Sutra Hall!"

The three pens are like dragons and snakes, and the ink characters painted with silver hooks and iron hang in front of the hall.

The old servant's eyes were wide open, and his heart was still inexplicably shocked. Suddenly, his body trembled and he looked at the seat.

On the big chair that was originally empty, a tall and straight figure in brocade clothes sat at unknown time.

His lips trembled slightly, and he let out an "ah".

It turned out to be... Zhanghou of Huaiyin.

This supreme figure, who had been dead for many years, unexpectedly appeared before his eyes alive again.

Just when he lost his voice and blurted out, the face of the person on the chair instantly became alive, and he stood up.

And Chen Zhuo, who was sitting cross-legged, had stood up at some point, and raised his hand to invite Zhang Hou, "Please!"

The unimaginable fierce battle unfolded in an instant.

The old servant was dumbfounded, but he looked at everything around him like a dream, and suddenly he was shocked, as if he understood something.

It is rumored that Zhenbei Hou has learned the most powerful spiritual power, and now this bizarre change is no longer seen in reality, but an illusion in his dream.

Incredible.

But the old servant soon understood what the benefits were.

Chen Zhuo has never met Zhang Hou of Huaiyin, but only by relying on the one thousand and one styles of the wind knife and frost sword, and with his unrestrained spiritual fantasy, he actually reshaped it in his dream, and he also used his own martial arts Comprehend, continue to deduce the "Wind Sword, Frost Sword" to make it complete, and also extended many changes, and I am familiar with the trend of swords and swords.

This is...practicing in a dream.

What a blessing.

Hui Pu's eyes were eager, and he hurriedly watched carefully, observing the two's every move.

Zhang Hou of Huaiyin was ordinary in his early days, but as he fought more and more, his changes in moves became more and more mysterious. In the end, it was simply amazing, the sword blended with the sword move, and the sword performed the sword move. There are infinite changes in the thousand and one moves.

The old servant's heart trembled unceasingly, this was simply better than the Zhang Houyou he had seen back then, and it was an extraordinary state that Zhang Hou himself had not reached.

A fierce battle.

The old servant was so engrossed in it that he didn't know the age of heaven and earth.

I don't know how long it has passed, forgetting life and death, followed Huaiyin Zhanghou was hit by a punch, and lost half of the move, this dream battle, just lost.

When Huipu woke up, he realized that he was standing in the courtyard with a broom, as if he was sweeping the floor just a moment ago, the inner hall was as old as before, there was no trace of Chen Zhuo on the futon; everything was the same, the wooden door was half closed, It was as if no one had ever entered, as if it had really been an unimaginable dream.

But his face was flushed, because Gain knew all the strange tricks and skills he saw in his dream.

Exhaling a long breath, the old man murmured, "That's amazing!"

In a blink of an eye, it's early winter.

Xiong'er Mountain, Kongxiang Temple.

The treasure temple here is extraordinary. The reason for this is that there is a tomb in the Gaiyin Temple, which is the place where the first ancestor of Zen Buddhism, Bodhidharma, was buried.

There have been rumors in Jianghu that the "Mountain Character Classic" was passed down by Bodhidharma.

Only because of this method has the ability to bring the dead back to life.

In the past year, the Thirteenth Generation of the Yuan Dynasty obtained this sutra from the "Taoist with Three Whips", but that Taoist with Three Whips was full of evil, and he was beheaded and killed several times by "ruthless". Can always reproduce the rivers and lakes.

Chen Zhuo stepped on the snow and pushed the door open, and walked in.

Also after this day, several major temples of Shaolin Temple came together. Since then, the gate of "Kongxiang Temple" has been temporarily closed to refuse pilgrims.

Zhaowu two years.

The Promise Elixir was born.

On Wuyi Mountain, the [-]th National Congress of the Jianghu came together, and black and white masters showed up. The leader of the "power gang", Yan Kuang, all betrayed their relatives, and were betrayed by "the king's land" Li Chenzhou and the four guardians.

In this battle, Yan Kuangzi fought alone in the world, fighting bloody battles for dozens of miles, the sky was dim and the earth was dark, ghosts weeping and gods howling.

Later, in the chaos, he won two Wuji elixir, broke through the encirclement, and disappeared since then.

The remaining six "Promise Elixir" disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, it is several years of scenery, and the world is changing.

"Tianxiashe" was destroyed by the "Power Gang", the Jiang brothers were defeated and died, and the southern martial arts were all owned by Li Chenzhou.

Veteran and famous ministers in the court, such as Zong Ze, Lao Zhong Jinglue, etc. passed away one after another.

However, there are still rising stars.

Yue Fei, Han Shizhong, Gao Chong and others emerged one after another, went north to pursue the remnants of Jurchen, and finally beheaded Yan Zonghan, the Kingdom of Jin perished, and the world in the north was settled.

Inside the Kongxiang Temple, the long-closed mountain gate suddenly opened, and a figure floated out, stepping into the mountain.

And in front of a tomb in that temple, there are bluestone slabs all over the floor, all of which were engraved with small characters with astonishing finger strength, and all kinds of changes in moves are all methods of breaking the moves.

The Shaolin chiefs on the side all woke up like a dream, looking at the handwriting all over the floor as treasures, they were both surprised and happy.

But what's the trick?
Shaolin 72 stunts.

"The lord is really a god!"

This year, someone saw Chen Zhuo going south, drinking and laughing with Li Yi'an and his wife in Jiangning Mansion, talking happily over wine, and when they were parting, they gave them 72 volumes of strange books.

Unexpectedly, after dozens of years, there is a genius with amazing talent, who actually realizes the world's miraculous skills from the book, stirs up the situation, and fights against foreign enemies.

……

Bianjing, the imperial palace.

"Where have you been all these years, sir?"

Upstairs in the Taiqing Building, Zhao Shirong's makeup is light and elegant, but he has been on the throne for a long time, holding the power of life and death, he has gained an invisible power, his aura has soared, and he has not even lost his martial arts.

With a smile in her phoenix eyes, she was very curious, as soon as she saw Chen Zhuo, the imperial prestige that dominated the world dissipated a lot, like a spring breeze blowing on her face.

"It didn't go far."

Chen Zhuo really didn't dare to go too far, Zhao Shirong didn't have a deep experience in the world, although experience is necessary, but he was afraid of twists and turns.

"You have handled political affairs very well these years. I think it's time to leave. You have grown up."

"Sir, is this here to say goodbye to me?" Looking at each other, Zhao Shirong fell silent, and then suddenly smiled and said: "Why don't you let me walk with you for a while?"

Chen Zhuo looked at the other party's gentle and watery eyes, and his mood moved, as if he had read a lot.

Just when he was in a daze, a person came down from the third floor.

This man has a pointed jaw, fair and delicate face, phoenix eyes and willow brows, graceful and luxurious, really magnificent, unexpectedly looks exactly like Master Zhao.

"I've seen the Marquis of Zhenbei, I've seen the Holy Majesty."

This person bowed and gave a salute, but his demeanor was very similar, and he even learned martial arts.

As if already prepared.

Needless to say, Chen Zhuo understood Zhao Shirong's thoughts almost instantly.

He let out a long breath, took a deep look at the other party, seemed to be thinking about it, and said softly: "Okay, I will take you to see the world, the journey of martial arts is impossible to do behind closed doors, besides, I still have I want to teach you something."

……

Spring goes and autumn comes, rabbits run away and eagles fly, Jin and Liao have passed away for many years.

Although the world is fixed, there are "Power Gangs" in the south of the river and "Shenzhou League" in the north.

Li Chenzhou is amazingly talented, and he created the "36 Strange Roads That Shatter the Sky", which shocked the martial arts world.

Back then, when Yan Kuangzi was the main force, the "Power Gang" had great momentum, but good and bad were mixed. There is the general manager "Liu Suifeng" who advises and advises, and there are also a group of confidantes who are willing to work hard for him, so they rise rapidly.

It's a pity that when the "Tianxiashe" was besieged, all the seven heroes of power except Li and Liu died in battle, otherwise, the momentum would have been even greater.

On this day, above the Nu River.

A small boat comes with the water and floats between the sky and the earth.

In the turbulent waves, the small boat still seems to be rooted on it, as stable as Mount Tai.

There are people on board.

This person is tall and straight, with a majestic appearance, dressed in brocade clothes that are not stained with dust, and facing the wind with his hands behind his back.

If it is said that the small boat has joined the rushing waves, then this person is in the same vein as the heaven and the earth, breathes with the mountains and rivers, and is unparalleled.

Originally, the body was not considered tall, but now it looked like a lofty mountain, rising steeply and reaching the sky.

Li Chenzhou.

His fists are clenched behind his back, his thin lips are tightly pursed, his eyes are like amber, calm and majestic, seemingly unmoved, but in fact his momentum is like a thousand troops, blending with the rushing river waves, it turns into a loud sound, rumbling rattle.

Sure enough, the posture of a hero, the state of a hero.

Boxing is power.

To make a fist is to hold power.

Powerful punches are power.

Men cannot be powerless for a day.

I only trust my punches.

This is what Li Chenzhou said, and it is also his undisguised ambition and ambition. Just as the "power gang" uses power in the name, so is what he wants and wants, openly and openly.

And he came here today, not for other reasons, but because he found out the news for his middle school disciples, and there were two people here.

A man and a woman, let alone the woman, it was the man who really caught his attention.

If it was really that person face to face, he didn't have much chance of winning in his heart. In the past, alone, he was able to disarm and disarm tens of thousands of golden soldiers. He was defeated and captured the Jurchen royal family by himself. Such a record, not to mention unprecedented, I am afraid it will never come again If you really want to fight, I'm afraid his "power gang" is not enough to kill.

But that doesn't frighten him.

Even if he is like a moth flying into a flame, knowing that death is the way to go, no one can stop him, nothing can stop him, only for the supreme power, he can even give up his life.

Moreover, Li Chenzhou really wanted to weigh this person's strength, because he wanted to surpass his predecessors, and he was still a unparalleled strongman with punches.

At the same time, on one side of the Nujiang River, there are jagged mountains and rocks. A young man is looking down at a light boat between the sky and the earth. Can't help but marvel at it.

But the young man was soon startled again, because in the lower reaches of the Nujiang River, there was a man stepping up the waves, with his hands hanging naturally by his side, he was tall and majestic, exuding a fierce and masculine aura.

Domineering, pure to unparalleled domineering.

The former is in the same vein as the heaven and the earth, and breathes in the same breath with the mountains and rivers, while the latter, with every gesture, seems to be overwhelming the heaven and the earth, with no one in his eyes, and no heaven and earth in his heart.

The man's feet stabilized suddenly, as if the mountains and rivers trembled in an instant, the sun and the moon trembled together, an indescribable heart palpitation spread, the mountains were terrified and silent, and all the beasts were subdued.

Li Chenzhou could already feel this majestic aura that he would never forget in his life without looking at it.

stronger.

Perhaps, strong is not enough to describe this person.

But who is the person on the river waves?
Of course it was Chen Zhuo.

His expression moved slightly, and he looked upstream, his eyes were calm and there was no change.

The light boat arrived along the water, and the two sides could see each other in a blink of an eye.

Li Chenzhou stabilized his feet, and the wooden boat under his feet immediately landed on the river.

The two looked at each other from a distance, and Chen Zhuo took a careful look at each other.

The young and naive boy of the past, now has the power to dominate the rivers and lakes, and has become a giant in the rivers and lakes, the overlord of the martial arts.

"Unfortunately, it's not enough."

Chen Zhuo said.

His voice was very soft and slow, but it fell into Li Chenzhou's ears very clearly.

Li Chenzhou was neither happy nor sad, neither surprised nor angry, "I know, but I want to know how much worse it is."

Chen Zhuo raised his eyebrows. He didn't come here for the "power gang", but accidentally found some clues about Wei Qingqing. This person is either still alive or has broken the void. Can't make him normal.

"If Kuangzi Yan is here, maybe I'm still a little interested, but if you..."

Li Chenzhou lowered his eyebrows, "You are too arrogant."

After so many years, he found that time and time did not seem to leave traces of time on Chen Zhuo's face, he was still so young, so young that it was unbelievable.

Chen Zhuo said softly, "Go in."

When he said "in", the five fingers of Li Chenzhou's right hand clenched into a fist almost instantly.

But looking at Chen Zhuo in front of him, he suddenly became alarmed, and said in a deep voice, "Are you still punching?"

Chen Zhuo smiled slightly, but did not respond, but walked forward slowly, stepping on waves without sinking, like walking on flat ground.

Calm and calm.

While he was taking steps, he fell up and down, his feet seemed to have taken root, clanging and powerful, as if there was an invisible rhythm.

With one step, he suddenly saw a layer of ripples swaying out from under his feet.

It's just that the ripples are getting bigger and bigger. At first, they were inconspicuous, but soon they reached the height of half a person, and then they rose into the sky, pushing towards Li Chenzhou like a stormy wave.

Li Chenzhou punched out.

But when the fist came down, as soon as he touched it, his expression changed, and an indescribable punch burst out under the water waves.

What shocked him even more was that Chen Zhuo walked forward step by step, with his feet staggered alternately.

Li Chenzhou roared in a deep voice, clenched his fists, and smashed the big waves in front of him, but when the force of the fist fell, it was like a mud cow entered the sea.

Not only that, those big waves were fast and slow, but now they merged into one, crashing against the current like overwhelming mountains and seas.

"puff!"

As if struck by lightning, Li Chenzhou's face turned pale, and the light boat under his feet flew back like an arrow leaving the string.

"Wait for me for another five years!"

He looked straight at Chen Zhuo, and spoke in a deep voice.

Chen Zhuo didn't pursue or respond, his eyes swept across the young man watching, "Who are you?"

That person was neither humble nor overbearing, "I've seen the senior, the boy 'Huanhua Sword School' Xiao family, Xiao Qiushui!"

Hearing this, Chen Zhuo changed his pace and walked towards the shore.

Only then did I see that there was actually a graceful figure with a long skirt, a bamboo hat, and a veil.

"Sir, I found it."

Behind the veil, Zhao Shirong's crisp voice sounded.

The two have traveled to many famous mountains and rivers in recent years, and Chen Zhuo used the "Phaseless Heart Sutra" to lure Zhao Shirong into a dream, so that his whole body can be integrated and integrated, and his progress can be said to be rapid.

Ignoring Xiao Qiushui's reaction, Chen Zhuo followed Zhao Shirong to a precipitous and steep peak, surrounded by steep cliffs, covered by mist and clouds, and separated by a deep abyss.

And the only way in and out was an iron chain, but it was also cut off with a sword, so it was really hard for birds to get through.

Fortunately, Chen Zhuo was possessed of supernatural powers, he held Zhao Shirong's hand, and with a single lift, he felt like a celestial being swimming in a sea of ​​mist. .

The two stood firm, Chen Zhuo flicked his sleeves, and suddenly there was a strong wind in front of him.

When the clouds and mists mostly dispersed, I saw a thatched hut on the top of the mountain surrounded by cliffs.

There is also a blue stone tablet standing in the middle of a person's height, and the handwriting on it is faint.

"Learning swords at the age of nine, enlightening to swords at the age of 13, combining swords and swords at the age of 21, turning the sword into sword moves, and making sword moves into infinite changes, at the age of 23, accumulating a thousand moves, and reaching one with ten thousand methods, so far you have entered heaven and man The realm of sympathy...Looking at the rivers and lakes, there is no one to resist...So he took his wife and fled to the secular world...69 years old...My wife died of illness...I realized it in life and death...Unable to break the secret of the void...Wei Qingqing broke the void in the world this!!!"

really.

Chen Zhuo's eyes flickered.

Scanning the back of the stele again, it was "Qian Yi".

"Leave latecomers to participate in the test!"

Chen Zhuo sat on the ground, looked at Zhao Shirong, and said softly: "Master, what you have learned is already the best in the world, even if Li Chenzhou is definitely not your opponent, there are six Wuji elixir, and I don't need to say more about the rest. Now is the time to part, if Shattered Void is true, you and I, master and apprentice, will meet again in the future, remember to take care of yourself in the future."

The two have become mentors and apprentices.

Zhao Shirong nodded slightly, then bent his knees suddenly, and knelt down, "Sir."

"Take care ah!"

Chen Zhuo sighed softly and closed his eyes.

"I'm going too!"

The clouds and mists gather and disperse, but there is no trace of Chen Zhuo in front of the stele.

　The writing of the second volume is a bit unsatisfactory. It may be that the audience is too small. At the beginning, I was able to handle it with ease, but in the middle and later stages, I often saw that some people said they couldn’t understand it, so I was a little anxious. I really rushed, sorry.

　　The latter will be written in the extra episode, and then the next volume will be Shattered Void.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)