The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 348: Across a Thousand Years, Returning to the Jianghu

The rain fell suddenly and black clouds filled the sky.

In the barren mountains and ridges, a ruined temple became the only place to stay.

The bonfire flickered, and the red firelight reflected the broken corners. Spider webs were piled up, and thick dust covered the clay statues. The air was still filled with the stench of feces, and there were a few blackened sticks scattered in the corners. The bones and the smell of blood still lingered under the withered grass.

A group of four people, all dressed up in the best attire of traveling in the world, sat around the fire, holding a knife with one hand and eating meat and drinking wine with caution and vigilance. In the corner, there were a few strong horses eating fodder with their heads down, each on guard.

It was raining heavily outside the temple, the sky was dark and the ground was dark. The yellow sky seemed to be stained with mud, and even the raindrops seemed to have turned into mud soup.

Thinking that the atmosphere was depressing, a tall, thin man with a green face and black clothes couldn't help but laugh and praise: "Brother Ling is still awesome, no matter how capable the 'Flying Poison Dragon' is, even if he escapes to this desert, he still can't escape. One death.”

The man's eyes wandered and fell on another man's waist. There was a package tied there. It was red with blood and had an outline like a ball. It was the head of the "Flying Poisonous Dragon".

No one knows the real name of this flying poisonous dragon. Gein has committed several major crimes in the south. He has committed rape, robbery and all kinds of crimes. He has a great reputation. He has also offended the nobles and was offered a heavy bounty. He was desperate and that's why he fled to the borderlands. .

Just one head is worth 30 taels of silver.

The man who was called "Brother Ling" smiled when he heard this and said warmly: "Haha, this is not due to me alone. Thanks to the help of several brothers, Ling will be remembered in his heart. When we get out of the border wilderness, we Share the reward money together!”

This man was in his thirties, with a tall and straight body and an elegant face. However, the knife marks on his cheeks and the dust between his eyebrows brought out a Jianghu atmosphere. He sat with his sword in his hand, and his flat forehead glowed with brilliance under the firelight. The eyebrows are relaxed and the eyes are bright, which makes people feel very comfortable.

After hearing his promise, several people smiled even more.

The big man's name is Ling Feiyun, and he is just a little person with little reputation. There are only eight hundred or so people like him in this "Bianhuangji". The only difference may be that he values ​​justice; it is said that his ancestors also He was once prosperous, but unfortunately his family fell into decline, so he started to make a living by catching thieves for rewards and licking blood from the edge of a knife.

And this time, it was also the largest business he had ever received.

Looking at the rain curtain outside the temple, Feiyun was fascinated and couldn't help but sigh: "What a pity for this great country!"

Although he was not well-known and unknown, along the way, looking at the troubled times in front of him, he still felt uneasy and uneasy for a long time.

"Brother Ling, you are here again. We have today and no tomorrow. Why are we thinking so much? The only thing I want to think about now is to receive the reward, find a good place with wine, meat and women, and enjoy myself."

Someone joked and answered.

"That's right, I don't think about anything else right now, I just want women. When I receive the reward, I can marry a wife and live a good life."

"Hahaha……"

"Brother Ling, what do you think about this? Your Ling family was considered a prominent family in the north back then. However, just because you were too late to cross the river, you fell into a poor family and were unable to recover. If you want me to tell you who lives and who dies, all we want is Live in a state of drunkenness and dreaming, how to live comfortably."

One person spoke, and the rest followed suit.

Feiyun laughed when he heard this. He looked at the vast world outside the temple and said calmly: "Yeah, what can we little people do? Think about how amazing the evil emperor Mo Yiming was in those days, and he was known as the "Evil Emperor". The magic sect, which has not been produced for hundreds of years, has been rampant in the north, and even assisted Ran Min, the "King of Wu Dao", to proclaim himself emperor. When the "Kill the Hu Order" came out and massacred the Hu tribe, wouldn't he have failed and died in the same way?"

He was sighing to himself when a sudden scream came from beside him.

But they saw that the green-faced man who had been chatting and laughing just now had put on a sinister sneer and retreated far away, while the other two people had already fallen into a pool of blood.

He was startled, his expression changed drastically, and he lost his voice: "You..."

Just as he was about to get up, Feiyun suddenly felt that his hands and feet were sore and he fell down again.

There's poison in the drink! ! !
He was lying on the ground, his body still struggling, and the veins in his neck were bulging. He said hoarsely in a tone that was both sad and angry: "We are sworn brothers who have worshiped the emperor and empress, and have become brothers with different surnames."

The green-faced man reached out and untied the head from his waist, weighed it in his hands, smiled with satisfaction, then lowered his sinister triangular eyes and said disapprovingly: "Brothers with different surnames? Haha, we saw it in the wilderness here. How can you trust brothers?"

He laughed proudly, paused, and then continued in a very complicated manner: "It's better to swallow 20 taels by one person than to share it with four people, and I don't want to do the business of licking blood from the edge of a knife again, eating, drinking, and sleeping. Woman, I just want to be free and at ease, I don’t want to look at the faces of those nobles anymore, and be ordered around by others, and my life is worse than a fucking dog.”

Ling Feiyun looked at the two brothers who had lost their breath on the ground, and closed his eyes in despair. His pale lips moved for a moment, and then he said intermittently very tiredly: "Then... do it."

The green-faced man didn't hesitate, and the tip of the knife was thrust into his chest.

A sharp pain hit Feiyun, but Feiyun felt a sweet taste welling up from his mouthpiece. His temples were covered in cold sweat, his face turned pale, and his body was still twitching.

The green-faced man looked at his elder brother's death struggle, and his face turned a little pale. With only one knife, he led a fast horse in a panic and flew into the rain.

"Boom!"

Lightning flashed across the sky and thunder rolled.

The mottled clay statue opened a pair of damaged Buddha eyes, looking through the hanging spider webs at the scene of brothers fighting against each other and brothers fighting against each other without saying a word.

The world before Ling Feiyun's eyes was getting dark, and his breath was becoming weak. The pain of suffocation made his whole face become ferocious, but his tense body soon seemed to be deflated again, and his eyes were wide open.

If there was no accident, he would not be able to escape death today.

This is also the fate of the vast majority of people in the world, and few die well, not to mention that in this world where fate is like a piece of grass and people are as humble as ants.

The only thing Feiyun could do was close his eyes.

But just when he thought he was dead, when he was certain to die, in the darkening sky and earth in front of him, in the pouring rain, a ghostly and erratic figure suddenly appeared.

The ghostly figure seemed to have no feet on the ground, like a black mist emerging from the rain.

The moment he fell into the temple, the black mist turned around, allowing Feiyun to see clearly that he was a man wearing a cloak. Almost no part of his body was exposed, and his whole body was hidden in the cloak. , mysterious and unpredictable, even under the cloak except for a green shirt, there seems to be only bottomless darkness.

And in the darkness, he vaguely saw an eye.

Their eyes met, and when Feiyun was about to die, the man under the cloak suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

As soon as the words came out, it was strange to say that Feiyun felt that the world in front of him was bright again, and the blood clogged in his throat seemed to disappear out of thin air. Even the stab wound on his chest no longer hurt.

He sat up unexpectedly, and his face turned even paler. He subconsciously touched the location of the knife, and then hurriedly stood up and said, "Thank you, senior, for saving my life. I'm giving the order to Feiyun!"

"make?"

The man under the cloak looked at the outline of the other person's eyebrows and felt that they were somewhat familiar. The past memories were quickly emerging in his mind. He didn't turn around until he stopped at a genius who was astonishingly talented and brilliant. Out of sight.

And who else could this person be besides Chen Zhuo?Looking at Ling Feiyun, he thought of a person who had discussed Taoism with him back then.

Except that he doesn't have the latter's extraordinary aptitude for shocking gods and ghosts, this person is [-]% to [-]% similar to him just based on his aura.

Now that the situation has changed, Chen Zhuo did not expect that he would be here almost a thousand years before this deity came here.

Seeing Chen Zhuo silent, Feiyun also felt uneasy. Looking at what he had seen and encountered in the past, it was the first time that such an incredible method could bring someone back to life with just one sentence.

And he racked his brains but couldn't think of when such a figure appeared in the world.

However, these thoughts disappeared in the blink of an eye. Feiyun couldn't help but feel sad when he looked at the two corpses on the ground. Then he stood up, picked them up in the heavy rain, and plunged into the rain.

Chen Zhuo didn't say anything, but blew on the clay statue. The broken statue immediately turned into a cloud of dust, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only an empty altar.

Chen Zhuo walked up and sat on it. He remained motionless, more like a true god than a statue.

Now there are too many things in his mind that need to be sorted out, and the horrific injuries also need time to recover. In addition, after a thousand years, he may be able to get a glimpse of the secret of the Shattered Void to prepare for the final battle a thousand years later.

The wind and rain are scattered under the eaves, the rain lines are like curtains, and the handwriting emerges.

【Operator: Chen Zhuo】

[World: Legend of the Borderlands]

【Fate: Greedy Wolf's Fate】

[Luck: Third Grade A]

[Destiny: half step of destiny]

[Talent: Consolidation] (Note: Greedy wolf devours the sky, devours the enemy and consolidates.)
Reminder: Fate changes with luck, luck depends on human effort. (Note: The master of luck has already achieved his potential. If he establishes a sect in the future and distributes martial arts and skills, he can gather the luck of disciples and gather the luck of the sect; if he establishes a dynasty and strives for hegemony in the world, he can get the great luck of the people; if he reaches the peak, he can get another Going to other worlds, you can also return to the world you experienced in the past.)
……

"Destiny?"

Seeing this fate, Chen Zhuo's eyes flashed and he fell into deep thought.

The state that his spiritual path has reached now is unprecedented, and I am afraid that there will be no one in the future.

Especially after swallowing the Great Black Sky, all the martial arts ideas in the world belonged to him; even for a moment, Chen Zhuo seemed to understand everything in the world, even the changes in every plant and tree.

Unfortunately, due to severe injuries, his physical body was damaged and his spiritual power was almost exhausted. The mysterious and mysterious feeling was like a dream.

The writing in the rain quickly disappeared, and there was a sound outside the temple that made Feiyun dig the grave and dig the soil.

It wasn't until all the strange noises subsided that a figure covered in blood and mud walked in in despair, then fell to his knees and cried like a half-grown child.

Chen Zhuo looked in his eyes and felt the heartbroken sadness in the other person's heart, and his calm eyes became a little more volatile.

For this world, scenes of brothers killing each other take place every day.

The coming and going of rivers and lakes, intrigues and intrigues, these things have long become a thing of the past for him and have become normal.

But it's not that Chen Zhuo is indifferent to life and death, but that he is too far away from such involuntary life and death. Just like the flowers and plants on the roadside, the flowers have bloomed and withered, and there can no longer be ripples in his heart.

With his cultivation level, not to mention letting people plot against him, if he just doesn't move an inch and lets the sword slash him, there will probably be very few people who can hurt him.

Unknowingly, Chen Zhuo suddenly realized that he had embarked on a road that surpassed the common people and stood at a high place.

"Life may not be happy, death may not be painful, the world is flooded, and living in this world, no one in the world will follow the flow and cannot help themselves." Chen Zhuo said.

Ling Feiyun looked at Chen Zhuo who looked like a god, a Buddha, an immortal and a demon in front of him. He suddenly bent down and lowered his head, touching his forehead to the ground, and said in a hoarse voice: "From now on, I am willing to ride on the horse and back for my senior, through fire and water. Without hesitation, I also ask senior to accept me as your disciple."

Chen Zhuo was silent for a few seconds, as if thinking about it, and finally said: "Get up, and I will accept you as my disciple."

Ling Feiyun regretted what he said as soon as he said it. He felt it was too abrupt and was thinking about how to redeem himself. Unexpectedly, Chen Zhuo actually agreed. After being stunned, he was a huge surprise.

He was afraid that Chen Zhuo would regret it, so he hurriedly saluted solemnly and said in a trembling voice: "Master is here, I accept three bows from my disciples!"

Chen Zhuo's eyes were filled with sadness, and he said slowly: "I don't have many requirements for accepting a disciple, as long as you can stick to your heart and stick to your own way. You admire chivalry and value righteousness, which is also to my liking. As for your talent, you are right. To others it is a shackles, but to me it is bullshit, no need to care.”

He said this in one breath, and suddenly his tone turned cold, and he said calmly: "But you must remember that you are not allowed to mention the existence of your master in front of others, let alone the martial arts I passed on to you, not even your closest relatives and friends. Otherwise, he will be struck by lightning and die."

"Boom!"

As if in response to Chen Zhuo's words, thunder outside the temple exploded in the sky.

Feiyun trembled and said hurriedly: "Disciple, don't worry!"

Chen Zhuo nodded, his eyebrows lit up, and he immediately saw the passing of Shen Hua. The originally old and ruined temple was undergoing great changes. The ruins and tiles seemed to be being reassembled, and the peeling paint color also took on a new look and became brighter; The green tiles on the walls, the old trees in front of the door, everything seems to have gone back hundreds of years, reappearing the appearance of the prosperous past.

When Ling Feiyun raised his head and looked at Bao Sha in front of him, he was dumbfounded.

"Master...Master, you are..."

The words are useless.

Chen Zhuo sat on the altar and answered the question in an unexpected way: "Do you know Ran Min, the King of Wu Dao?"

Mentioning Ran Min made Feiyun look a little excited and responded hurriedly: "How could the disciples not know about such a person?"

Chen Zhuo asked again: "Do you know where he is buried?"

Ling Feiyun nodded and said: "In the past, Ran Min died in the Rixing Mountain. It is said that after his death, all the vegetation in the area within seven miles withered, locusts arose, and drought came from the sky."

He hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Master, there are actually rumors in the world that in the past, the 'Evil Emperor' Mo Yiming taught Ran Min the magical skills of the Demon Sect. In addition, King Wu Dao was gifted with extraordinary talents and was born with excellent qualifications." For ordinary people, their progress has been extraordinary, so they have reached the terrible state of indestructible body, and they are still buried in Lixing Mountain."

Chen Zhuo's eyes moved and he said with a smile: "The body is not broken? Haha, that's wonderful!"

(End of this chapter)