The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 2 The White Ape
The death of Lao Qian made Chu Luozhao feel a little sad, so he stopped talking and closed his eyes to rest.

For a while, only the sound of Song Xing quietly turning the pages of the book was heard.

The Taiping Guangji in his hand was exchanged by him in an old bookstore at the foot of the mountain. It collected folk legends and monsters of the Six Dynasties, Tang and Song legends, gods and monsters, Taoism, alchemists, strange people, and strange plants and trees. It is quite interesting to read. taste.

After five years of getting along, the old and the young have gotten used to this way of getting along.

It is cold in the mountains, reading books and practicing kung fu, the day passes quickly.

As the sun set, Song Xing closed the book, walked skillfully to the rear kitchen, and started to boil water for cooking.

When the food was ready, Chu Luozhao came over after smelling the smell.

On the dining table, there was a plate of vinegared fish sprinkled with grated ginger, a plate of stir-fried spinach, a plate of salted duck eggs, and a handful of peanuts.

The staple food is a big pot of rice, plus four steamed buns.

Chu Luozhao's hometown is in the north, and he doesn't like to eat rice, so Song Xing specially steamed noodles for him.

The father and father sat opposite each other, Song Xing dug out a jar of turbid wine, filled a bowl for Chu Luozhao, the old man picked it up, and served the wine with peanuts, as if drinking fine nectar.

Song Xing sat down, picked up the rice, and ate it.

Before finishing a bowl of rice, Chu Luozhao had already drank most of the wine, his face was reddish, and he was a little drunk. He tapped the table with one hand and hummed a little song softly.

The first few sentences still have a bit of northern Gao Bang, and then it turns into Shaanxi Qin Opera, and the voice reveals a rough and unrestrained attitude.

After Song Xing finished eating, he put down his chopsticks and watched Chu Luozhao sing while eating. After he finished eating, he took the bowls and chopsticks to clean up, and then helped the old man back to his room to rest.

He fetched water from the stone jar at the front, wiped Chu Luozhao's face, and the old man fell asleep drunk.

Song Xing got up and was about to leave, but he heard Chu Luozhao's somewhat vague voice behind him: "How's the funeral of Shopkeeper Qian?"

"There is a neighbor who is acquainted, and he spent money to restrain his family." Song Xing's face was hidden in the darkness, and his voice came from the darkness.

"Very good, very good" Chu Luozhao muttered and fell into a deep sleep.

Song Xing went out of the room and looked up at the sky. On the fifteenth day, the moon was perfectly round, and the earth in front of him was shining bright silver.

Stepping out and crossing the practice field in front of the door, Song Xing turned around and galloped towards the depths of the forest outside.

Song Xing quickly came to a cliff, and with his legs and feet, he climbed up the cliff in two or three strokes, and sat down cross-legged at the highest point.

The bright moonlight lightly poured on his body.

As Song Xing breathed, the moonlight seemed to melt into his body little by little, making his body stronger and lighter.

Half an hour later, Song Xing began to practice boxing.

The strong wind raged on the cliff, Song Xing turned into the wind, and the speed he showed was enough to make Chu Luozhao dumbfounded.

If Chu Luozhao was here, he would be able to recognize that Song Xing's every move at this moment was completely out of the scope of what he had taught in the past five years, and it was not at all the boxing techniques he had taught.

That is a kind of speed that breaks through the limit of the human body!And precise!

As Song Xing's speed became faster and faster, more moonlight merged into his body, making his moves faster and more powerful.

In the deserted mountains and forests, the figure dancing like a ghost under the moon, if an accidental intruder sees this scene, he will definitely think that he has run into a ghost.

Song Xing didn't stop until the dark clouds covered the bright moon. After a short rest, he took out a long knife and a white ape mask from behind a big rock on the cliff, turned over the cliff, and rushed down the mountain.

In Beicheng, Cangwu County, under the curfew, except for the sound of clappers, it was as quiet as a ghost.

However, Xicheng completely ignored the county government's decree. The lights were brightly lit, and the streets and restaurants were overcrowded, filled with the clamor of dignitaries seeking pleasure.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.

At the junction of the West City and the North City, three or two beggars huddled on the corner of the street, and only one dilapidated wine shop was still open. The dirty wine curtains swayed in the wind in the dark night, revealing a bit shabby.

The curtain was lifted, and the night wind poured in, waking up the dozing staff in the restaurant. Looking up, a white ape mask came into view.

The ordinary, seemingly funny white ape mask made the guy subconsciously swallow his saliva.

The clerk cheered up, got up and asked with a smile on his face, "What do you need, officer?"

Snakes have snake paths, rats have rat paths. Few people know that this humble wine shop, besides selling wine, also does other businesses of all kinds.

If the government represents the bright side of Cangwu County, they represent the darkness of Cangwu County. Here, as long as you have money, you can get many things.

"I need a waist card." Song Xing's hoarse voice came from behind the mask.

"This shop just provides this kind of service. I don't know what kind of badge the guest officer needs?"

The guy had just put a smile on his face, and before he finished speaking, a bright knife light suddenly lit up in front of his eyes.

Followed by a burst of intensive gunfire.

The knife light illuminated the guy's horrified face, and then the dense bullets smashed him, including the counter, into pieces.

At the last moment of his life, what he saw was the white ape wrapped in a bright knife light, breaking through the barrage, smashing the wine curtain, and rushing out of the wine shop.

Relying on the intuition honed between life and death, Song Xing drew his sword decisively at the moment when he felt the crisis, exerted force under his feet, and directly killed the wine shop.

While he was still in the air, he could clearly see a row of more than a dozen Qing soldiers in yamen costumes outside, maintaining the posture of raising their guns and shooting.

Behind these Qing soldiers, there was another row of Qing soldiers who were well-trained and pointed their guns at themselves in the air.

Song Xing, who was in the air, suddenly shrank, from a height of 1.8 meters, to less than [-] centimeters.

Then, under the surprised eyes of the Qing soldiers, Song Xing's body, which was ejected in the air, fell suddenly in a way that completely violated the laws of nature, and landed on the ground in the next second.

Immediately afterwards, the body that landed bounced and rolled into the crowd.

The Qing soldiers behind immediately lost their target.

The sword lights up, like a tiger entering a herd of sheep. The Qing soldiers who lost their guns were completely unprepared for Song Xing's lightning-like sword light.

In an instant, four or five Qing soldiers were killed by Song Xing's knife with their throats sealed.

The Qing soldiers in the back row were horrified, subconsciously raised their guns and started shooting.

What was hit was the surrounding robes, and four or five of the Qing soldiers who had originally besieged fell down in an instant.

When gunshots and screams came, there was a three-story restaurant called Mingyue Tower not far away. By the window of the high-rise building, beside the Eight Immortals table covered with wine and vegetables, two people were sitting, staring at the fight in the dark night.

Wearing a Confucian uniform, the thin middle-aged man with an ugly money rattail, poured wine to an old man next to him who looked like a white-faced steamed bun, and said in his mouth:
"My lord is really clever, how many people have failed to catch the white ape who killed a thousand swords, and today he fell into the urn of my lord."

The white and fat old man raised his wine glass, took a sip implicitly, and said with a smile: "It's just a man, even if he has a bit of martial prowess, how can he compare with us."

"Your Excellency said so," the skinny man nodded quickly and said yes, "please drink this cup again."

Hearing that the white and fat old man was full of confidence, the skinny man let go of the tension in his heart and waited for the good news that the white ape had been killed.

(End of this chapter)