The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 248
"Haha, wonderful, I don't know if the news about the master spying on the woman's bath will spread..."

Hearing that Chen Zhuo opened his mouth with a strange smile, the veins on Jiumozhi's forehead twitched, and a fiery energy surged in his palm, he almost killed the person beside him who opened the mouth on the spot, and killed him.

Suddenly, Jiumozhi raised his hand to touch Chen Zhuoya's acupoint, moved away, and retreated hastily, made a big circle around "Shenhezhuang", and came to a water pavilion.

Now the manor is empty, the two of them are hiding in it, I don't know if it's an illusion, Chen Zhuo heard Jiumozhi let out a long sigh of relief, his face was still changing from cloudy to cloudy;

"This is the place where 'Shenhezhuang' collects the world's martial arts, so don't make any noise," Jiumozhi lowered his brows and lowered his eyes, his tone paused, "The benefactor just spied on the Murong family's women's bathing, the poor monk Quan should have never seen it, only you and I know about this, and I hope the benefactor will not make mistakes."

Chen Zhuo's smile faded away, his cheeks trembled, this monk could actually beat him back.

When the dumb point was relieved, he said: "Then it's all up to the master to decide."

Jiumozhi glanced sideways, and said quietly: "The poor monk did it unintentionally, but the benefactor did it intentionally."

He didn't seem to want to get too entangled in this matter, his eyes swept away, and he quickly looked at everything in the pavilion.

Also Shishuige.

Looking around, the furnishings in the house are full of ancient charm, carved jade, and the atmosphere is extraordinary, and the most are many classic books.

"Here is hidden the world's unique knowledge collected by the ancestors of Gusu Murong in the past. The benefactor may as well look through it."

Jiumozhi was already walking around the house, searching for various martial arts secrets from the piles of books.

But it doesn't matter if you don't read it, after looking at it, his brows frowned, his expression changed slightly, he picked up a few books, flipped them over and over again.

But why?

There are a lot of books in this pavilion, but most of them are books used by scholars, classics, histories, zi, anthology, how can there be half a book of martial arts secrets, it is really disappointing.

Chen Zhuo also turned around, walking around, his eyes just casually scanned the bookshelf, his eyes moved suddenly, and looked at a portrait in the heart of the house.

The painting is six feet long, as tall as an ordinary person, and it is an old painting.

Although it is a portrait of a person in the painting, there is only a back view, thin and tall, wearing a gray shirt ready to rise in the wind, with a sword inserted obliquely beside him, half a bunch of long hair, standing against the gray sky and stepping on the black ground, with the potential to stand alone in the world and look at all directions.

There is no seal on the painting, only the word "Dragon City". The strokes of the strokes seem to be soft, but there is a hidden edge, which is sharp and concealed, and there is a sense of frustration.

In front of the painting is a sword, which is exactly the sword in the painting.

"Who is this?" he asked.

Jiumozhi glanced at the person in the painting, walked a few steps closer, and muttered: "This should be the ancestor of the Murong family, Murong Longcheng, who created the famous martial art "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi" in the past.

Chen Zhuoduo glanced at the back of the painting, and suddenly said: "There seems to be a fingering method hidden in this painting."

"fingering?"

Jiumozhi's eyes lit up.

His aptitude and comprehension were already extremely high, but he just paid attention to the classics and books in the house, and didn't pay much attention to everything else. At this moment, Chen Zhuo pointed it out, paid close attention, and suddenly discovered the clue.

Although the person in the painting is only from the back, the ten fingers in the sleeves have different flexions and extensions, and when you get closer, the strokes of the word "Dragon City" also have different strokes, hiding mystery.

Jiumozhi was overjoyed, he was extremely obsessed, and couldn't wait, so he began to practice and explore.

On the other hand, Chen Zhuo stood in front of the bookshelf, casually picked up a copy of "The Collection of Masters", and flipped through the pages. The paper spread out like flying, and when he turned the end, his eyes were strange, his thoughts sank, and he recalled what he had read in his mind, and stretched out his hand to turn it back to the ninth page.

He has already read eighty to ninety percent of the scriptures, histories, zi, and anthologies under the sun, and he has only read this book once, even if there is a single word difference, he can't escape his eyes.

It seems that there are a few more words.

Chen Zhuo didn't get entangled, but picked up another "Annotation to the Thirteen Classics" in order, and after flipping through it, there were many more words.

He seemed to understand something, and he read several books, without exception, they were all hidden texts, and connecting them together was a skill.

It turned out to be the case.

Although Jiumozhi was obsessed with practicing martial arts, but when he saw Chen Zhuo flipping through the pages of the book like a fly and glancing at the whole text, he just regarded it as a fool, even though he had a photographic memory, he didn't have such a posture.

But remembering that Chen Zhuo was able to discover the hidden skills in the painting, he still paid a lot of attention.

But the more Jiumozhi looked at it, the more startled he became, the young man in his eyes seemed to be dazed, a book passed by like a horse, and in just three or two cups of tea, he had already flipped through a bookshelf.

He finally couldn't help asking: "Are you looking for something?"

Chen Zhuo replied, "I'm reading the martial arts secrets in the book."

"Secrets?"

Jiumozhi picked up a book, turned it over and over again, his eyes almost popped out, he couldn't see what was in it, his expression was really weird.

Thinking that he is at least the teacher of a country, sweeping the black sect, galloping in the Zen forest, and his talent and aptitude are praised by others, so it seems that he is no better than a young man.

Seeing Chen Zhuo flipping faster and faster, Jiumozhi became more curious, put down his posture, and couldn't help asking: "Little benefactor, I don't know what is hidden in this book? Can you give me some pointers?"

Chen Zhuo looked at each other slowly, and said with a smile, "Master, didn't you just discover that there are a lot of disordered handwriting and passages hidden in these books? However, it is not easy to find out all the books without omissions. You have to go through all the books in this room to find out the doorway... It seems that the Murong family is so powerful that it really has some foundation."

Jiumozhi froze on the spot, then slowly glanced at the stacks of books in the room, and then at Chen Zhuo, with an even weirder expression than before.

He understood that the answer was very simple, it was nothing more than proof of right and wrong.

but……

"Have you read all these books?"

Jiumozhi was a little dumbfounded.

Chen Zhuo smiled and said, "I know a thing or two."

Jiumozhi looked at Chen Zhuo carefully, and was about to say more, when suddenly his eyes became fixed, he grabbed him, flicked his sleeves and put the book back in place, at the same time, he jumped up to the beam of the house, held his breath, and looked down from above.

This "Shenhe Village" stands beside the waves, and the "Huanshi Shui Pavilion" among them hangs above the blue waves, like a floating boat on the water, very elegant.

It was just one after the other, in the misty rain outside the window, suddenly saw a black shadow approaching, Dengping crossed the water, stepped on the rain and flew in the air, his height was as high as flying fairy, and it was like an arrow from the string piercing out of the silk rain atmosphere, flashing and sweeping, the wind chime swayed lightly, and there was already one more person in the room.

This man was dressed in night clothes, hid his head and covered his face, and was dressed in black clothes. His body was still bloody and stained with rain foam. He seemed to have just experienced a fight.

Exhaling lightly, this person faced Murong Longcheng's portrait, and pulled out a blood-stained treasure map from his sleeve, his eyes revealed surprise, and he spread his hands, looking at the martial arts emerging from it.

"Innate body-shattering invisible sword energy... the ancestors are blessed, if you are given a good opportunity today, if you can get the secret of ascension in the daytime, all the heroes in the world will bow their heads for my great swallow, and use the will of the ancestors!!"

(End of this chapter)