The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 65 Meeting the Old
The door of the hospital.

It was cloudy for several days, and finally came into the sun. Chen Zhuo took out the medicinal materials to dry in the sun, and he chose a good place, sat on a recliner, squinted and dozed off.

The sun slanted down from under the eaves, hitting a martial arts novel in his hand - "Two Swords Shocking the North".

It is said to be a novel, but it is actually a few manuscripts copied by hand.

It seems to be storytelling, passed from the north.

That Mr. Yang happened to hear it, so he wrote it down and wrote it down.

The main character in it was created based on Chen Zhuo.

One last sentence.

"A scholar must be Hongyi!"

The two families were not far apart, on the same street, and the Furen Wenshe was a private school that taught foreign languages.

"Shuangdao suppresses Beijiao? Hehe, I'm afraid the northern martial arts can offend everyone with just these five words."

Gu Yu rubbed his belly, took those few pages of manuscripts, glanced at them a few times and had a good time, at first it was just a novelty, just for entertainment, but the more he looked at it, the more he seemed to be fascinated.

Chen Zhuo gave her the chair, listened to the movement in his stomach, got up and went into the room to change some plasters for her.

Right now.

"Mr. Chen!"

A young man on the street came quickly, dressed as a coolie, pulling a rickshaw, his feet took short and hurried steps, his cheeks were sharp, his forehead was covered with thick black stubble, and a knife scar passed the corner of his left eye. Running out of breath.

This is Li Yutang's buddy, looking simple, he is called Fourth Brother Deng.

Wiping off his sweat, he said, "Here we come."

Who is here?
Here comes the assassin.

A few days ago in Li's Mansion, he promised to protect Mr. Yang's thoughtful words, besides Chen Zhuo, Li Yutang also asked his staff to watch at the gate, and greeted him immediately when there was any disturbance.

Chen Zhuo nodded, bent down unexpectedly and kissed Gu Yu's cheek, then strode onto the rickshaw.

When Fourth Brother Deng dragged Chen Zhuo away, Gu Yu suddenly covered his face with the manuscript, a blush like sunset glowed on his neck, and murmured, "I'm so shameless!"

Just as she was muttering, she suddenly tensed up and pressed her belly, her blushing face quickly turned pale, her brows were frowned, and after waiting for a few seconds, she finally realized something was wrong, and hurriedly called into the room: "Cui Son, I'm going to give birth."

A group of neighbors in the pharmacy immediately became nervous when they heard the sound.

"Hurry up, hurry up, help those who don't have handles... You said, this boy Chen, why did he go out at a critical moment."

……

"How many are here?"

Chen Zhuo was sitting on the rickshaw with his hands in his sleeves, the old god was there, and the hat on his head was pressed down very low.

Stepping steadily, Fourth Brother Deng replied: "Six... two from the Taiji sect, two from the Bagua sect, one soldier, and finally one who leads the way."

Hearing this orderly response, Chen Zhuo wondered, "How did you find out?"

Fourth Brother Deng smiled shyly, "I didn't see it. It's a little brother from the car dealership, surnamed Li, who is also from the north. If I tell you this, you must understand what it means."

A lean and dark face appeared in Chen Zhuo's mind, he pondered for a few seconds, and asked, "Has Mr. Yang informed?"

Fourth Brother Deng nodded, "Well, I came from Mr. Yang's side first."

Chen Zhuo then asked, "They didn't find a place to live?"

Deng Sidi replied: "No, it seems that he followed a patrol."

Chen Zhuo narrowed his eyes slightly, "Take me there."

The fourth brother Deng was familiar with the road, and he drove all the way, sweating profusely.

But when passing by a small street stall, Chen Zhuo's eyelids trembled, he lowered his eyes suddenly, and said softly, "I'll get off here, you go back first."

When Fourth Brother Deng turned his head, the car was empty.

On the bustling and noisy streets, Chen Zhuo was mixed in with the crowds. Now that the New Year's Eve is approaching and the end of the year is approaching, there must be some lively scenes.

His eyes wandered, but from the corner of his eye, he glanced at two generous backs, one tall and one short.

The two of them bought a lot of things, most of which were food, long robes and jackets, and a pair of official boots with black sides and white soles. She has a bunch of coin-shaped hair, braided into a rat tail, hanging down her back.

Ouchi master.

With his hands behind his back, Chen Zhuo casually followed behind.

Followed along the way, after about a cup of tea, the three of them left the downtown area, arrived in front of a slightly dilapidated low building two times in front of one another, and got in without stopping.

"Damn, let you buy a gun, you got such a thing?"

"If you're a trash, you know how to gamble, your wife is gone, and you don't have a long memory."

"Speak! Speak!"

……

In a room on the third floor, stern shouting and cursing came from far away.

"Unexpectedly, on the first day of entering Hong Kong, a master would come to us. Your honor followed us all the way. Could you show up for a while?"

The two masters entered the room and turned around, looking at the door with weird smiles, as if they were waiting for something.

The others became interested when they heard the words, and looked towards the door one after another.

Since they can take over the task of assassinating thousands of miles away, these people are naturally the first-class ruthless characters in Wumen. When they encounter the enemy, they will never shrink back in fear, but will be excited and belligerent.

Moreover, since the assassination is to be completed, the variables must be cleaned up in advance, and it will inevitably take a while.

"Ta Tata..."

The sound of footsteps was approaching, and the people outside the door climbed up the steps, coming in a leisurely manner.

With the sunshine from the window, a figure stretched long on the ground and slowly approached. As the owner of the shadow stood sideways at the door with his hands behind his back, everyone couldn't help but stagnate.

The man's shoulders did not move, but the head on the neck slowly turned to the left, and when they looked over, everyone's expressions changed.

"Chen Zhuo, the Rakshasa ghost?"

Chen Zhuo stood at the door in a green dress, his tall and burly figure exuded a strange sense of oppression.He leaned his waist forward a little, his upper body was short, and his feet were walking like a tiger's head, as if a tiger had already squeezed into the room.

"We seem to have seen each other?"

He looked at the two big insiders.

These two people have deep breaths, their feet are standing in an uneven posture, and their hands are naturally hanging by their sides, so they should be masters of Taijimen.

The expert man smiled and said: "Hehe, you are really a nobleman who forgets things. When spring came, our brothers went to Yuanshun Escort Bureau to do business. At that time, you hadn't worshiped Wang Wuye as your teacher." Woolen cloth."

Don't look at the politeness of this person's words, but there is a coldness in his eyes, and there is also a hidden killing intent.

Mr. Yang offered a lot of rewards, and today, the value of Chen Zhuo, the Rakshasa ghost, has also increased a lot, mostly because of the death of Wu Bangyan, now a life is worth 5 taels, no matter whether it is life or death, the government everywhere sees it first level to redeem rewards.

Chen Zhuo let out an "oh" and remembered the night when he first arrived at Yuanshun Escort and met Gu Yu.

He looked at the few remaining people, especially the two Baguamen.

One is older and the other is still young.

"Since we are old acquaintances, let's give you a chance, how did you enter Hong Kong just now, and how do you get out now."

A disciple of the Eight Diagrams Sect said bitterly: "Chen, don't talk nonsense, let me tell you, we are here for you, you took advantage of the danger and killed Master Yin, have you forgotten this bloody feud? Is it possible to avoid death here?"

Chen Zhuo's eyes trembled, "It's up to you two? Isn't it the one who deserves the surname Gong to do the face-saving job? Why don't you two disciples of the secret sect get involved? Why, the Bagua sect also had a dispute and civil strife?"

He lowered his hands lightly while speaking, but it was such a small movement that caught everyone's eyes, but it made them feel like they were facing a big enemy, their breath raised, like a fierce tiger blocking the way.

"You two from the Taiji sect are also courting death?"

Chen Zhuo is not a good man and a believer, being able to say that sentence just now has exhausted the little warmth he has accumulated in saving people and treating diseases these days.

"I'll let you die first!"

Shouted sharply, and suddenly saw the gossip disciple jump out, spread his palms like a cow's tongue, slipped his feet and touched them in front of Chen Zhuo, the swishing wind of his palms reached Chen Zhuo's waist in a blink of an eye, two gray and black The sleeves of the mandarin jacket kept rippling shallowly.

Seeing that Chen Zhuo was about to be hit, he bent his legs and kicked his feet, his body was as light as an ape, and he retreated with a "huh".

The man chased after him, "Hugh flee!"

"escape?"

Chen Zhuo jumped into the air, stepped on the wall with both feet to borrow strength, and turned from retreat to attack.

The gossip disciple came very aggressively, he saw that Chen Zhuo was still far away at a moment ago, but he didn't expect to be in front of him the next moment.

When the murderous intent was approaching, he was shocked.

Seeing this, the rest of the people behind secretly thought that something was wrong, each of their feet rushed forward, wanting to encircle Wei and save Zhao, they tried their best to attack Chen Zhuo.

Chen Zhuo let out a haha, his eyes flashed fiercely, he stretched out his ape arms, and his palms came out to face the gossip disciple's ox tongue palm, but his five fingers separated in the blink of an eye, opened and closed like a dragon's claws Clamping on the opponent's wrist, and then struggling to move back around, the spiral force surged secretly, the strength was lifted forcefully, loosened and retracted, and then listened,

"Pfft!"

Both arms were broken at the same root.

The gossip disciple's expression turned pale immediately, and he screamed in pain. When his arms were broken, he seemed to lose his center of gravity. He staggered back and splashed blood at the cut, and scattered into two blood mist. He still roared hysterically:
"kill him!"

(End of this chapter)