The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 28
Moonlight.

Frosty.

There was a thick layer of snow in the courtyard.

Chen Zhuo was lying on the kang, Chaoyun's girl was burning firewood in the stove, it was very hot.

Seeing that he opened his eyes, the little girl wiped her hand and was very pleasantly surprised, "Master, you're awake!"

Chen Zhuo tugged at the quilt, just pulled away a corner, and was tucked back by a pair of hands. He was so hot that he was sweating profusely, "Are you going to steam me or roast me?"

His mouth was so hot that he pursed his lips, "Drool!"

Chao Yun hurriedly poured a bowl of water over and brought it over, "Master, I was scared to death, Senior Brother Zuo hit too hard."

Chen Zhuo finished the drink in one gulp between his teeth, and exhaled, "I don't blame senior brother, I am stubborn and impulsive when things happen, so I should hit and beat, senior brother, are you not angry with me?"

He said melancholy, with complicated eyes.

Zhao Yun smiled cleverly, "Senior Brother Zuo came to see him just now, and said that he used to be messy, young and vigorous, always thinking of beating when he encountered problems, and in the end he was dealt with by the fifth master, so he was honest."

Chen Zhuo's face darkened, "Young and vigorous? He is only so old, so he can only show off his seniority on me who is just getting started."

Chaoyun helped him up, leaned against the bed of the kang, put a pillow on it, and fed the meat porridge and said: "Uncle Cheng also came to visit and took some herbs."

The little girl's face was stained with soot, and she didn't know how long she had been guarding it. Taking advantage of Chen Zhuo's time to swallow the porridge, she said, "Master, why don't I give you the ninth-grade old ginseng."

Chen Zhuo suddenly turned his head, and his tone was rare and severe, "I tell you, I never believe in fate, shit's fate, but this matter, it was your father's thoughts, and it was us who gave it to you from the gate of hell. What I begged for, I agreed to your father, that is a matter of life and death, no one in the world can touch that thing except you."

Looking at him toward the cloud, his eyes flickered, "Brother Chen, then I won't mention it in the future."

The sudden change of words caused Chen Zhuo's tense expression to be taken aback for a moment, then he relaxed again, and smiled, "Are you bored? I said to take you out for a walk earlier, but I broke my promise."

Chao Yun quickly shook his head, "No, Mrs. Cheng treats me very well, and Uncle Cheng is also very good. Big Brother Zuo also buys me some food from time to time."

Chen Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

He suddenly saw two old thread-bound blue books on the bedside, and asked in confusion, "What are these?"

Chaoyun fed him porridge and replied, "Senior Brother Zuo said, that's what Master Wu has learned from using a knife all his life. One is before the age of 30, and the other is for you after the age of 30. You are weak now. , just calm down and rationalize, maybe I can straighten out what I didn't understand before."

The wooden door opened suddenly, Cheng Tinghua walked in with his hands behind his back, and wiped the wet mud on his feet.

The old man asked with a straight face, "Are you awake?"

Chen Zhuo let out a "hmm".

Cheng Tinghua didn't close the door either, outside the door was the moonlight reflecting the snow, a vast expanse of whiteness.

The old man suddenly said: "Do you know how to guard your heart?"

Chen Zhuo was slightly taken aback.

Cheng Tinghua sighed, took the porridge bowl in Chaoyun's hand, and sat down by the stove to eat, "You are practicing saber techniques, and you hide the saber in your sleeve, so your saber has no sheath."

Chen Zhuo frowned, "I practice sharp knives, there is no retreat, I use speed to win, if I have too many sheaths, I will be slow."

Cheng Lao said in a calm tone: "Speed ​​is not a skill, the important thing is to hold it steadily. Your master holds a hundred catties sword like a feather, but he is faster and more stable than you because his sword has a sheath. You are hiding, not killing, you show your sharpness, but you can't hold your heart, have you forgotten your original intention of holding the knife?"

The old man ate very fast, swallowing and drinking, the porridge in the bowl was empty in an instant, and Chao Yun beside him added another bowl.

After a few words, Chen Zhuo was speechless, with sweat on his forehead.

Cheng Tinghua asked again, "Are you just doing it for pleasure?"

Chen Zhuo asked back, "Isn't that enough?"

Cheng Tinghua glanced at Chen Zhuo with the tip of his eyes, "Oh, just want to please yourself, can you separate the grievances? Which villains did you kill in Guanzhong just for your own pleasure?"

"no!"

Chen Zhuo answered quickly and simply this time, with his voice raised.

"of course not!"

He looked directly at Cheng Tinghua, without flinching at all.

Cheng Tinghua also stared at him, "What is that for? When someone tells you that you suddenly made a mistake, you should stop and think about it, and reflect on whether you were really wrong... Now, tell me, why did you go wrong?" Kill those villains?"

Chen Zhuo looked at the old man's fiery eyes, slowly retracted his gaze, closed his eyes, raised his head, opened his eyes slowly after a long while, and said like a long chant: "Xia!"

Cheng Tinghua's tone was also serious, and his eyes were bright, "What is a hero?"

Chen Zhuo lowered his eyes and trembled.

He lowered his head and stared at his hands. His ten fingers had already been smeared with medicine and bandaged. Then he said under Cheng Tinghua's burning gaze: "Xia, it's just doing the right thing...removing all injustices in my heart!"

Cheng Tinghua let out a long breath, and said calmly: "Then guard your chivalry and sharpen your murderous intent. Your blade is too sharp, and when you can hide the edge in the sheath, you will really step into the sword." All the way, when you can defeat the enemy without drawing your saber out of its sheath, then no one in this world can beat you."

Seeing that Chen Zhuo was silent, the old man said in a calm tone: "From tomorrow, you will be confined for three months. Take a good look at these things left by your master and see how he came to enlightenment. Don't forget those footprints. Every day Give me five hours."

Chen Zhuo was taken aback, "Isn't it a month?"

Cheng Tinghua snorted coldly, "Brothers fight against the wall, fight against each other, you forgot to fight with your senior brother? You even used a murderous move? Don't let your memory last long, should you fight me next time, right?" Your master do it?"

Chen Zhuo's eyelids twitched, and his face turned bitter, "It's not that serious, it's just a fight... Besides, even if I really want to fight you all the time, I can't beat you."

The old man's eyes widened when he heard that, "Why? You still want to help me?"

Chen Zhuo sighed helplessly, "Master, I was wrong. From now on, I will listen to you honestly and practice steadfastly. If you don't practice something real, you won't leave the escort agency."

Hearing what he wanted, Cheng Tinghua put down the bowl contentedly, "It's not too bad... Chaoyun, you can go back to the room too, let him think about it for himself."

Chao Yun wanted to take care of Chen Zhuo again, so he could only follow the old man out after hearing what the old man said.

As soon as the wooden door was closed, Chen Zhuo leaned on the bed of the kang and sighed softly. He was dazed for a long time before he casually picked up a knife manual left by Wang Wu, and flipped through it by the light.

It is said that it is the perception of knife skills, but unexpectedly there is no key point about using a knife. The crooked ink marks are ugly and ugly like a child who has just grasped a pen and practiced calligraphy.

Chen Zhuo had a strange expression, he thought it was Cheng Tinghua and Zuo Zongsheng who were playing tricks on him, but after thinking about it, he still held back and flipped through the pages.

I don't want the ink marks to become more and more neat, vertical and horizontal orderly, interlaced and square, and gradually have the outline of the characters.

"puff!"

The lights suddenly went out.

The wooden door opened wide, and the bright moonlight slanted in, falling on the open old book beside the bed.

Chen Zhuo glanced inadvertently, his whole body tensed up inexplicably, his eyes widened, but he saw two big square characters on the yellowed paper leaped into his eyes, like majestic mountains and rivers, like rivers and rivers, swallowing heaven and earth, and surging into the clouds with arrogance.

That is,

"right way!"

……

In a blink of an eye, it was another three days.

After Chen Zhuo finished standing still in the martial arts arena, he returned to the house covered in sweat.

The difference is that a desk has been added to the room.

To be honest, he has already forgotten how many years he has not held a pen. Don't look at holding a knife, but now holding a pen is full of entanglements.Thinking about it carefully, it seems that he has nothing but a knife all these years, he can only use the knife when he meets the enemy, and he can only kill people.

Interestingly, Cheng Tinghua saw that he had someone move a desk and bought pens and inks the next day, thinking that he could write some amazing works, but he came here excitedly, walked away with a face full of displeasure, and returned home before leaving the house. Don't forget to spit.

"Unsightly, disgraceful, even worse than what your master wrote back then!"

However, if the old man disliked it, he disliked it, so he still didn't forget to call for advice.The whole journey of martial arts is practiced from the superficial to the subtle. It is easy to hold a knife, but difficult to hold a pen. Fang was dexterous.

Chen Zhuo was also enlightened. After all, he was working behind closed doors, and only relying on fighting with others to find out and comprehend, which can't compare to the guidance of a martial arts master, and he gradually stopped thinking about going out.

Glancing at the word "Guyu" written crookedly on the desk, he paced to the side of the bed and sighed inexplicably.

"I don't know if I bumped into Old Ghost Yin. He hid well and had to go out. He also followed my two clothes."

These days, while he was practicing, he also asked Cheng Tinghua side-by-side, but the old man always talked about him, and couldn't get any news at all. Zuo Zongsheng was also very mysterious. Two big locks, just like guarding against thieves.

"What are you muttering about?"

A voice suddenly sounded in the room.

A gust of wind hit, and the wooden door was closed.

Chen Zhuo looked up, and there was a man standing in front of him, wearing his padded robe, with a long braid behind him, as if smiling, with foxy eyes and crooked smiles, the white cheeks under the lamp were a bit colder , a little more gentle, like a peony, who else can it be except Gu Yu.

"Why are you here?"

Gu Yu thought about it seriously, "I didn't leave at all, you don't know it yet, the person your brother Zuo stole back was Sister Lin, I originally planned to leave, but seeing that Sister Lin didn't know whether she was alive or not, I went to the courtyard I secretly stayed in a room in the house, and Mr. Cheng gave me two meals."

The more Chen Zhuo heard it, the darker his face became, and the old man kept teasing him. He could even imagine the scene of Cheng Tinghua sleeping until midnight and waking up laughing. He was not ashamed.

"Mr. Cheng is also doing it for your own good. You fool, you can only advance but not retreat, and you are injured. If you really let you go out, you might have to die outside."

Gu Yu walked to the desk, looked at the two crooked characters on it, chuckled, dipped the pen into the ink, and with his slender fingers, he had already written the word Chen Zhuo beside it. Compared with the former, it is simply heaven and earth.

"I also saw that you fought with your senior brother in order to go out, alas, why bother!"

She sighed, but there was a smile in her eyes.

Chen Zhuo was inexplicably uncomfortable, turned his head away, and looked at the stove, "You and I will depend on each other for life and death, I can't watch you die at the hands of Yin Fu."

Gu Yu said softly: "Old Ghost Yin is the one who seriously injured me in the palace. He is extremely skilled. Even if I fall into his hands, you can't do anything. You are not his opponent."

Chen Zhuo sneered, "Even if I lose, I still have my life. If I die, I will bite off a piece of his flesh."

But after laughing, he sighed helplessly: "In the end, I still can't go out."

Gu Yu's beautiful eyes flashed, "You idiot, in this martial arts rivers and lakes, fish, lobsters and crabs, how can my White Lotus Sect have no background, and there is old man in charge, so there is no need for you to work hard. In this capital, Yin Fu is invincible in the world, but After leaving the capital, he is just an old ghost who lived longer."

She put down her pen and said quietly: "I originally wanted to take Sister Lin away tonight, but when I found you hiding in the room, staring at my name in a daze, I couldn't help but want to see you."

Chen Zhuo's eyes flickered, "Since we are leaving, why bother to see you again?"

Just after finishing speaking, he suddenly felt that the meaning of this sentence was not right, and he was about to change his words, but he heard Gu Yu softly said: "After the spring, my White Lotus Sect will start a rebellion, with the "Boxer Regiment" as the first, and respond in the north. some time."

While talking, Gu Yu had already sat down beside him.

For some reason, Chen Zhuo suddenly felt his hair stand on end. He coughed lightly, "There is still time? What do you mean?"

Gu Yu rolled his eyes angrily, and blushed, "You idiot, my 'Tian Gang Jin' is unique in this world, coupled with the 'Earth Sha Pile', I can look inside myself at a high level of practice, and I have a clear understanding. Mysterious use...you have only learned the superficial way, if you want to get a glimpse of the essence, you still need to find out the movement of muscles, the mobilization of qi and blood veins, how can you get the essence without my words and deeds?"

However, Chen Zhuo stared straight into Gu Yu's eyes, "If you teach the exercises just to repay the life-saving love, then there is no need."

Hearing this, Gu Yu's eyes suddenly became indifferent again, taking advantage of Chen Zhuo's unsteady mood, he stretched out his hand to caress his neck suddenly, and when he lifted his plain hand, there was an embroidery needle hidden between his fingers.

Chen Zhuo was startled to feel a pain in his neck, so he felt bad, this girl did this trick again, it was really hard to guard against.

Just as I stretched out my hand to touch the wound, I felt numb all over, and I couldn't use any strength, only a pair of eyeballs were left spinning around.

Gu Yu sneered and said: "After looking at my body and taking advantage of it, I should touch it all, but now I pretend to be a gentleman, there is no way."

She had already untied her black hair while speaking, pushed Chen Zhuo down, and her eyes were clouded with mist, "We can't help ourselves in this world, but God treats me well. He can make me meet the one I love, and never forget From now on, you and I are truly in love with each other."

Gu Yu covered the wooden door, blew out the lights, took off the cotton coat, and got into the quilt naked, and the two hot bodies were entangled in an instant...

……

The process is not enough for outsiders.

　The work in the capital is over, and basically we will start to break down the capital and go south.

　　In addition, if you have any martial arts world you want to see, you can leave a message. I can refer to it. This should be the last martial arts fandom I wrote. Let's enjoy it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)