The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 47
The night was turbulent, and the killing in the chaotic capital had not stopped.

Many members of the Boxer Regiment were betrayed to foreigners, and were shot and executed one after another. The gunshots continued intermittently.

As the sky grew brighter, corpses piled up one after another were pulled out of the city by donkey carts and horse-drawn carts.

It was the scorching heat right now, and the plague might be caused. The corpses were either filled with firewood and burned, or dug and buried.

After fighting the invading army in the middle of the night, the tired and exhausted Yin faction gossip disciples just took a few breaths when they heard the news that they saw Yin Fu's shadow on the donkey cart sent out of the city.

When a group of people hurried over and found the battered corpse from the corpse pit surrounded by flies, they all knelt down and wailed loudly.

After careful investigation, the old man was shot more than 60 times on the bones of his thin body, with nine knife wounds.

But looking at the knife piercing through the heart, the faces of several members of the Yin faction suddenly turned ugly.

Looking at the entire capital, there is only one person who has had a grudge with Yin Fu and can make this shocking sword technique.

Although the two are different in seniority and strength, seeing the tragic death of their mentor, the gossip disciples of the Yin faction are inevitably fascinated by hatred. Looking at the bullet holes all over the old man's body, they naturally associate many twists and turns.

What's more unfortunate, among the escaped people, someone recognized Yin Fu, and only said that he was rescued by him last night.

In this way, in the eyes of several members of the Yin sect, it was because the mentor was seriously injured because of saving people that he was taken advantage of by others and died in Huangquan.

Not half a day.

"Chen Zhuo!!! Get out!"

Outside the barren village, there are more coffins.

Several Yin faction disciples were all dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, their eyes were red, and they carried knives behind their backs, showing a murderous look.

Wang Wu walked out upon hearing the sound, looking at Yin Fu's coffin with a complicated expression.

The two have fought hard for half of their lives, each sticking to each other and being rivals to each other, but when he learned that this old ghost who was supposed to flee with the Queen Mother was willing to sacrifice his life under the bullets of foreigners to save others, Wang Wu suddenly felt relieved.

But Wang Wu absolutely did not believe Chen Zhuo's statement that he took advantage of the serious injury and beheaded him.

Cheng Tinghua scolded angrily: "What are you doing? The foreigners haven't left yet, how many of you are going to rebel?"

Several Yin faction disciples knelt down and cried bitterly, "Uncle, come and take a look, see Master's old man's wounds all over his body, how painful it is!"

Cheng Tinghua also had tears in his eyes when he heard the words, and wanted to say more, but was stopped by Wang Wu.

"Can I let the old man take a look!"

The old man walked up to the coffin, glanced at Yin Fu's corpse, and finally fixed his eyes on Yin Fu's hands.

But seeing the long and narrow edge of the knife in Yin Fu's palm turning flesh outward, Wang Wu has used the knife all his life, so he can clearly see the movement of the knife and the posture of holding the knife. The knife edge enters from the tiger's mouth, wide on the outside and narrow on the inside, clearly It is caused by holding a sharp weapon with the palm facing up.

If it is a fight to capture a knife, ordinary people know that it is the spine of a knife, how can they capture the edge, let alone a palm master like Yin Fu.

However, he didn't point it out, he pondered for a moment, and said: "He is my apprentice, if he did something wrong, it should be borne by me, the master. If you want revenge, you can take the old man's life. Wang has no complaints!"

A few people look at me, I look at you, and then look at Wang Wu's pale face with serious injuries, his expression changed several times, and then he stopped crying and said in a cold voice: "Wang Wuye is so righteous, we are convinced, but you We will never let our disciples go, since Uncle Cheng refuses to stand up for us, then we, the disciples who do not live up to expectations, can only take revenge for our master... I want to fight with my surname Chen, I am a man, so I will come out and take over , don't shrink back..."

"I come!"

Zuo Zongsheng's face was ugly, and he wanted to stand up with a cold snort, but was reprimanded by Wang Wu to back down.

"There may be something hidden about this matter. It's not too late to worry about it after you figure it out. It's better to let your master go to the ground for peace... Besides, my apprentice has already left."

"gone?"

Several Yin faction disciples raised their heads suddenly, seeing Wang Wu's sad and melancholy expression did not seem to be false, and then looked at the others, they were all silent, they were stunned, and after a few breaths, they knelt down in front of the coffin and began to cry bitterly.

After crying a few times, they got up with sullen faces, turned around and left with the coffin on their shoulders.

But before turning around, these people left a word.

"Then please pass a message to his surname Chen, no matter if he escapes to the ends of the earth, someone will find him to avenge his blood!"

As soon as this remark came out, the faces of all the people present did not change.

Although Cheng Tinghua is the head of the gossip sect, Yin Fu was born as a disciple of the secret sect, and now most of the disciples of the sect of the gossip are trained by him. With a black heart and a ruthless hand, he followed the path of assassination.

"I've seen the wound, and it's a bit weird. Although there are traces of fighting with my apprentice, the knife in the heart is not right."

Even if Chen Zhuo had personally said that Yin Fu was killed by him, Wang Wu would not believe it.

Zuo Zongsheng said anxiously: "Master, Junior Brother told me a long time ago that he only likes to work hard on his shoulders when killing people, and he will never stab a knife in the heart of a person's heart, let alone strike while someone is seriously injured..."

Wang Wu turned his head and scolded angrily: "It's all nonsense, I also believe him, but what's the use of that, don't say he left, even if he didn't leave, do you think this matter can be explained clearly?"

Zuo Zongsheng hurriedly asked, "What should I do then?"

Wang Wu said in a deep voice: "There is nothing to say. Since he doesn't want to explain clearly, then there is a reason for not explaining clearly."

Cheng Tinghua said in a complicated tone: "Things that cannot be explained clearly can only be discussed with fists and kicks. The rivers and lakes come and go, but they are up and down. This matter can only be carried by himself. Became a stepping stone for others and was beaten to death."

After the old man finished speaking, he looked back at Chao Yun behind him. The girl hadn't slept all night, and now she learned that Chen Zhuo had left without saying goodbye.

"Don't panic, that kid is also here to protect you. He's with some of us old guys. He's following a lot of broken rules. It's hard to flex his muscles. He's probably going to be an incredible person in this world. See you sooner or later. of."

Everyone was silent for a while.

Zuo Zongsheng suddenly asked with red eyes, "Master, is this capital still guarded?"

Wang Wu looked at his broken arm, and then at the injured people behind him. Looking at the tired faces, they seemed to be much less tired than yesterday. He let out a long breath, and the tiredness in his eyes deepened, " Although we intend to kill the thief, we are powerless to return to heaven, that's all, let's go back!"

Soon, someone sent another message that the Empress Dowager Xi issued an imperial edict before she fled, regarding the Boxers as the thieves of the troubled country and the culprit of the fall of Beijing and Tianjin, and ordered the Qing troops to wipe them out.

Before the foreign enemies were cleared, the Boxer Regiment, which was already struggling, was encircled and suppressed by the Qing court.

Under the attack of the two sides, many heroes and righteous men and the surviving members of the regiment were all disheartened and scattered to all directions.

Invited by Wang Wu, Cheng Tinghua took refuge in Hebei with his family and disciples...

Immediately for several months, the Boxer Rebellion, which swept across the northern provinces with great momentum, was finally over.

……

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Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

In a convoy outside the capital city, on the carriage, a man with a knife eye was sitting bare-chested, with his legs bent, eating meat and drinking with a blank expression, while the half-white-haired old man next to him gouged out the flesh with a knife. Take out the musket bullets embedded in the flesh one by one.

The old doctor looked at the holes in the body of the person in front of him, but he was still able to eat and drink casually and indifferently, his lips trembled involuntarily, but the hand that cut the knife was very steady, and the knife boiled in strong wine was pressed against the sharp and tight skin. There was a bloody cut in the stretched flesh, and he had already started to pull out the bullets.

"Sewn it with freshly boiled needles and thread."

The knife-eyed man opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, scratching like gold and iron.

At this time, someone outside the carriage said: "Dharma protector, the things have been sent to Miss Liang, Wang Wuye and the others have also escaped from the dangerous situation, but there was some movement at the Baguamen, because of the death of the old ghost Yin. I have placed a reward in the rivers and lakes, and I vow to find you... Some people say that you have misbehaved, betrayed the master, joined...our holy religion...become a first-class evil...do you need your subordinates to shut them up forever?"

The knife-eyed man's expression remained unchanged, and he said softly: "Let them talk, look at the heroes of ancient and modern times, and those who achieve great things, which one is not tossing and turning between good and evil, black and white... I will not be a hero, but I want to achieve great things... Let people kill all those who serve foreigners."

The voice outside the carriage replied: "We are already doing it."

The sharp-eyed man glanced at the messy world outside, and closed his eyes as soon as he lowered the curtain.

"Go south!"

(End of this chapter)