The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 379: Finally meeting the true self
The yellow sand is long.

The sun slanted westward.

In the wind and dust, two figures walked as vigorously as flying, coming from the farthest reaches of the world.

"Hahaha……"

Bursts of wild laughter approached. One of the people in the group stretched out his posture. He jumped forward with great speed. Unexpectedly, he rose into the air. His big sleeves caught the wind, and he waved like crane wings, laughing proudly between the sky and the earth.

The man next to him was walking slowly, seemingly casually, but his figure was ethereal. He rose and fell with one step, and in an instant he was standing dozens of feet away. He arrived first, leaving only a shadow in the wilderness. There are several shadows.

Ling Donglai's eyes lit up, his cheeks puffed up, and he sucked in his mouth. His originally light body seemed to have lost all weight in an instant. He moved faster and caught up with him.

The two of them were just like a flying rainbow, chasing lightning between heaven and earth, walking across mountains and rivers, crossing seas and rivers.

While running, he suddenly saw Ling Donglai lift his left hand, draw a circle on his chest and push out a palm, absorbing wind, rain, frost, and pushing water, fire and thunder.

Chen Zhuo was amazed, he had never seen such a genius before.

Since leaving the Central Plains and heading west, Donglai was still like ordinary people at first, unable to withstand the scorching sun, wind and rain, fearful of thunder and lightning, and often thinking of retreating.

But I don’t know why, I suddenly became enlightened. I didn’t understand the theory of boxing. Instead, Mu Yulinfeng realized the breathing method on his own, and during the long journey, he created a skill called "The Art of Riding the Wind". body method.Traveling to Tianzhu in the west, he actually gained enlightenment at the place where the Buddha had enlightenment in the past, and gained access to the ability of spiritual visualization.

But this is just the beginning.

From then on, things got even more out of hand. What might have been an ordinary scene in the eyes of others, in Ling Donglai's eyes, had extraordinary changes and was mysterious and impermanent.

Everything this man learned was like a gift from heaven, completely natural.

Moreover, this person himself has different views on martial arts. He learned swordsmanship at the age of ten and Yiyi at the age of 15. Now he is traveling between heaven and earth with Chen Zhuo. It is simply unimaginable to have heaven and earth as our teachers.

No hurry, no delay, Chen Zhuo pointed out.

If he expands this point with a point, he will see that the void where his fingertips touch is instantly condensed. Even the force of Donglai's pushing palm is also condensed in it, and they are all shattered immediately.

The two of them were running non-stop, making Donglai keep moving his hands, using Sanshou techniques, sometimes clenching fists, sometimes using palms, their arms were like soft whips, their fists were like heavy hammers, their fingers were like sharp swords, their moves were unpredictable and they could be picked at random.

Chen Zhuo smiled slightly and pointed his finger at everyone who came.

One finger moves the void, and one finger breaks all laws.

Ling Donglai saw the magic, and the originally complicated and changeable moves had been simplified one by one.

"Good!" Chen Zhuo praised.

He suddenly stopped.

Ling Donglai was stunned and asked puzzledly: "What?"

Chen Zhuo took a long breath and pointed behind him.

Ling Donglai turned around and looked around, only to see that it was Lin'an behind him.

Unknowingly, the two of them had returned to the Central Plains.

Even Dong Lai felt in a trance.

It turned out that he had been away for several years, a full nine years.

They have been to the boundless glaciers in the extreme north and south, climbed the dangerous peaks and vast snow-capped mountains, dived across the vast oceans, sang in the thunder, laughed wildly in the shocking waves, and made a big circle in the world.

But now, it has been ten years of peace.

Chen Zhuo smiled and said, "Since you have followed the law of nature, it's time for me to go back."

Ling Donglai's originally calm and ethereal demeanor changed, and a flash of anxiety flashed across his face. Over the years, he had walked side by side with Chen Zhuo, observing the sun, moon and stars, discussing the avenues of heaven and earth, seeing flowers blooming and falling, and everything. talk.

And Chen Zhuo also knew everything, so he could answer every confusion Donglai had. Regardless of the classics of various schools, or the various miraculous methods from ancient times to the present, he could explain them all clearly.

It is precisely because of this that Dong Lai has no shackles on his understanding of the world, and his progress is astonishing, and he has almost reached the state of unity between heaven and man.

But now this confidant who is both a teacher and a friend is actually breaking up with him...

Ling Donglai asked: "Why is this?"

Chen Zhuo smiled and said softly: "The yin and yang of heaven and earth, gathering and dispersing life and death, are nothing more than a new beginning. You should walk your own path. If you can reach the top, you will see us again someday."

Ling Donglai let out a long sigh, then turned calm and said with a smile: "Then take care!" Chen Zhuo nodded and drifted away.

In the next six months, a man appeared in the world and was respected as the "Supreme Grand Master".

By this time, masters from all walks of life had emerged one after another, and among the demon sect, the most evil master in the Central Plains, "Blood Hand" Li Gong, was second to none.

This man has done many evil things in his life and killed many people. However, with the "72-Style Demonic Hand", there are few heroes in the Central Plains who can match him. Therefore, he has a fierce reputation and defeats everyone in the martial arts world.

But on this day, Li Gong was in a courtyard on the outskirts of Lin'an when he suddenly heard a whistle...

It was also from this day that this notorious master of the Demon Sect fled to the Central Plains and could not escape.

It was not until many years later that someone came out that the "Supreme Grand Master" Ling Donglai had left a word on the corner of Li Gong's clothes in silence.

"I ordered you to come from the east to perform the 72 moves of Po Yingui Sect's Heavenly Demon Hand, especially to congratulate you."

The world shakes.

Time changes again, years move again, and so on for several more years.

……

Lin'an City, Yue Tomb.

It's cold in spring and it's raining slightly.

There is an ancestral hall, half hidden under the rain and mist. There is a large plaque hanging above the door with four words written on it.

"Wu Mu is loyal!"

There were not many pilgrims in the temple, and it was relatively deserted. Only the old man who guarded the temple sat quietly, looking at the wind and rain outside the eaves, lost in thought.

In front of the "Statue of Yue Fei", Chen Zhuo stood motionless for a long time.

The old man looked puzzled: "Young man, are you waiting for someone?"

Chen Zhuo is now dressed in a green robe, his splendor has been reduced, and his demeanor has changed. He looks like a scholar who has failed in the rankings. His abjection is ordinary and there is nothing surprising about it.

He smiled and said: "Yes, I have waited too long, and this person came too slowly."

There was a heavy storm outside the temple, but as the thunder brewed in the sky and thunder exploded, he smiled in a daze: "Oh, here we come!"

After all, he turned and walked outside.

Almost at the same time, there was only one person walking in the wind and rain.

This man's complexion is as yellow as copper skin, his figure is majestic, with broad shoulders and broad back. His body is tall and strong but not bloated. Instead, he is filled with an extremely terrifying explosive power, like a dragon walking in the sea, a tiger leaping over the mountains, walking around and walking, Waves of evil aura were invisibly spread all over his body, his eyes were as cold as knives, there was a red mark between his eyebrows, his green shirt was stained with rain, and his steps were steady and gentle.

As soon as this man arrived, the sky thundered loudly, the rumbling sound was endless, and the sky was bright.

Chen Zhuo held an umbrella in his hand and passed by him.

However, not far away, they both stopped walking together, as if there was an indescribable invisible feeling, standing in the wind and rain.

Thunder and lightning flashed across the sky and earth, and it rained heavily.

Almost at the same time, the tall, sallow-faced man in a green shirt with messy hair slowly turned his neck, turned his head and squinted his eyes.

This man's legs did not move, his shoulders did not move, only the head on his neck moved. He looked like a hawk looking at a wolf, inadvertently revealing his evil features, which was tragic.

Chen Zhuo was swept away by his gaze and felt a chill on his neck.

But he also made almost the same movements, no different, looking back at the Prime Minister with eagle eyes and wolf eyes.

Their eyes met, and the sallow-faced man couldn't help but be startled. At this moment, his body from the neck down slowly turned around, and a low voice sounded faintly: "Chen Zhuo, may I ask how you should be called?"

Chen Zhuo sighed softly, finally meeting his true self.

However, this was not the time to meet, so he just waved his hand and said, "He's just a nobody."

Immediately stepped into the rain.

(End of this chapter)