The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 9 Encountering the God's Hand Gate Again

"Boom!"

"Today there is a white lotus demon with evil intentions, delusional attempt to turn against Tiangang, and assassinate Lafayette. The crime is unforgivable. At three quarters noon, he will be sentenced to death by hacking into pieces, as a warning to others!"

"Boom!"

……

From far away, the sound of the guards parading through the streets could already be heard, and they raised their voices hysterically.

The people who had been waiting for a long time were all eager to see through their eyes, standing on tiptoe to see what the invulnerable monster looked like, whether he had three heads and six arms, and had one more eye than ordinary people.

But just as he was waiting, someone's face suddenly became hot, thinking it was someone's urine all over his body, his face was livid, and he raised his head and scolded, "What a ****..."

But when the words came to his lips, he froze.

But in a time-honored teahouse on the street, a chubby thing dragged its long braids and flew out from the window on the second floor. The man has a face.

Coincidentally, the thrown object just landed in his arms, and his eyes were wide open, staring at him firmly.

What a big human head.

"Oh, I'll fuck you!"

The man was dumbfounded for a while, and finally squeezed out these few words, his legs trembled, his head leaked from his arms, and he collapsed on the ground.

"Ah, kill... kill!"

……

The crowded crowd suddenly became chaotic, crying for their father and mother, and fled separately.

No one noticed, there were three people on the side of the street who were burying their heads and sleeves, mixing in the crowd, looking left and right, like ordinary people watching the bustle, as if they had nothing to do with themselves.

Zuo Zongsheng sighed: "Your knife is too fast, his head fell off before he finished speaking."

Cheng Tinghua pushed Chen Zhuo in front of him, his expression was a little ugly, he didn't know whether he should be angry that this kid is too murderous, beheading people at every turn, or he should be happy that he has practiced such appalling sword skills.

Chen Zhuo was a little unconvinced, and replied stubbornly: "I did nothing wrong, that guy has evil thoughts and murderous intentions, if I'm slow, he'll do it. In Guanzhong, all swordsmen who have made enemies , I would never let him live another second, if you hadn't scared off the remaining few, I would definitely have to send them on the road, so as to avoid future troubles."

"Hey, you know the ball, this is the capital, not a place where your swordsmen and horse thieves are rampant. What is the rivers and lakes? The rivers and lakes are not fighting and killing, the rivers and lakes are about the ways of the world."

Cheng Tinghua followed behind, and when he heard this, he was not as friendly as before, cursing and almost kicking Chen Zhuo's ass.

"That's the White Lotus Sect. Even though the Wumen sects have achieved great fame, they are not enough compared to those people. They are all elusive, and if one day you have no one around you to help you, you will be killed by the enemies." What do you do if you seize the opportunity?"

Chen Zhuo buried his head and walked in front, "Don't be afraid, come and kill one."

Cheng Tinghua glared, "If you don't, you'll pay back. It's easy to hide from open guns, but hard to defend against hidden arrows. Who dares to say that they are invincible these days? Besides, kung fu has declined, and guns and guns are rampant in this world. It's hard to come up with a few good seedlings. What we should think about is how to spread the branches and spread the leaves, and pass things on. Inheritance is what people of our generation should do. Just thinking about having fun for a while and making enemies everywhere is called a man. If you really want to do this, then you should go farther. It’s better to find a place to nest in the wilderness, so that your master, your senior brother, and us will collect your body someday.”

Speaking of this, this martial arts elder who has been famous in the capital for more than [-] years can't help but see a trace of sadness in his eyes. After practicing martial arts all his life, the things left by his ancestors are actually not worth a single bullet of a foreigner in the end.

Looking at this hopeless imperial court, the future is bleak, and the road ahead will only become more and more difficult.

"Aspirations are hard to achieve, and everything is hard to achieve!"

Zuo Zongsheng on the side also hurriedly persuaded, "Uncle, don't get angry, I will tell him later, he is used to being alone, he only understands life and death, and he still doesn't understand many truths."

"Junior Brother, where are you... hey... people?"

Zuo Zongsheng wanted to convince Chen Zhuo to be soft and say a few nice words, but when he turned his head, he found that Chen Zhuo had disappeared, and he didn't know whether he was lost or was pushed away by the flow of people.

And when the prison cart was getting closer and closer, the surroundings were full of black heads, and there was no shadow of Chen Zhuo.

Cheng Tinghua didn't care about getting angry anymore, with his hands behind his back, his face darkened, and he said angrily: "What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and look for him, that kid is just a fool, what if he causes trouble again."

While talking here, I suddenly heard a few exclamations from the crowd.

"Hey, someone robbed the prison car!"

"The White Lotus Sect is here!"

In the restaurants and inns on both sides of the street, I saw dozens of figures in white clothes coming out of the windows, and I didn't wait for everyone to react.

At a corner of the street, a masked man kicked past the wall, dragged his knife and hurried away, unstoppable blood splashed down along the bright and cold edge, dragging a string of sparks on the ground.

The rabbit rose and the falcon fell, the man had already strode towards the fast guards who were escorting the prison cart, rushed into the crowd, slashed left and right, the churning wind was violent, the murderous aura was fierce, and there were stumped limbs and broken arms all over the ground.

"Are you here? I let you go to the earth, and the gossip door is open to me!"

I don't want to have masters among the arresters, as soon as they charged forward, several people came out, and the two sides fought in one place in an instant.

Chen Zhuo was still walking forward, when he first heard movement behind him, he turned around and realized that he and Zuo Zongsheng had separated, his eyes swept away quickly, and he happened to see Cheng Tinghua's back from the chaotic crowd, and shouted He called out "Master Uncle", but the street was chaotic and too noisy. Seeing that the old man didn't respond, he jumped off the ground, jumped a few meters into the air, and landed beside the old man.

But when he saw the other person's face clearly, Chen Zhuo frowned, but he was a little old man with a strange appearance.

I was wrong.

Chen Zhuo looked around again, he didn't want a hand to suddenly stick out from the side, clasped his five fingers inwardly, like a poisonous dragon's claws, and directly attacked his ribs, fierce and tricky, frighteningly fast.

"The Bailian demon will die!"

Almost at the same time as the claw wind hit, there was a loud shout, and the shadow of the claw brought out a white-faced man with double teens. He looked young, but his eyes were gloomy. Seeing Chen Zhuo dodge and dodge, the other hand was already blowing like a wind. Come, when he was recruiting himself to attack his vital points, the sky in front of him suddenly dimmed, and a whip kicked like a firecracker.

The white-faced man shrank his pupils, folded his hands in front of his chest, and was still swept away by the huge force brought out by this leg.

Seeing the other party retreating in shock, Chen Zhuo swallowed his breath, the breath was like an arrow, straight into the chest and abdomen, his legs squatted down like a monkey, when he rose into the air, his legs were swept out like a storm.

The man stabilized his weight and was about to fight back, but the strong wind in front of him was like a knife cutting him. His face was hurt, his face changed wildly, and he hurriedly parried in panic, but his mouth was busy saying: "This Xingyimen Brother, misunderstood, misunderstood!"

"Ah!"

Chen Zhuo smiled coldly, and the offensive became more and more fierce.

What a bullying thing.

But if he was taken down just now, he might be named as the White Lotus Monster if he said that he would be called the White Lotus Monster. Now the yamen is offering a huge reward, whoever can take the head of the White Lotus Monster can exchange for 500 taels of silver.

And this person's method, he recognized it, Yue's Sanshou, Shenshoumen.

How could he not understand the other party's thoughts after so many years in the rivers and lakes.

Wanting to pretend to be the White Lotus Sect to receive a reward with the head of someone from the Wumen sect?
It's not a pity to die.

"Regret now? It's too late."

The white-faced man kept complaining, grabbing and grabbing with both hands, but tried hard several times, but was forced back by the shadow of the frantic legs, shaking his ten fingers so painful that they almost broke. Facing into the scattered crowd, he also threw a half-grown child over, hissing, "Brothers, come help me, there is the Bailian monster here!"

Chen Zhuo's eyes were even more murderous, and once he withdrew his strength, he only put the crying child into his arms, and did not take advantage of the situation to chase after him. He squinted his eyes, looked at the back of the man who was hiding, and touched the child with his right hand from the back. He released a stone, turned his feet, and at the same time he put the child down, jumped up into the air, and sent out his right arm, a flying stone had already broken through the air.

"puff!"

The man was thankful that Chen Zhuo didn't come after him, and saw that there were already two brothers from the same sect standing beside him, his face immediately changed from panic, but as soon as he stopped, his expression froze, looking at the fellow who had rushed over after hearing the sound, he went straight He fell straight to the ground, blood gushing from the back of his head, revealing a hole.

"Senior brother!"

"Brother!"

Several disciples of the Shenshou Sect had their eyes wide open. When they looked up, they saw a figure falling back into the crowd.

The man turned and walked away without turning his head, but stretched out his left hand, hooked his four fingers back, and dialed in the direction he left.

As if saying a word silently.

"Come!"

(End of this chapter)