The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 8

On the mountain road before dawn, the sound of hurried footsteps reached his ears.

"someone is coming."

Song Xing suddenly said something in a low voice, Chu Luozhao's face changed, and he listened intently, and he heard faint footsteps.

"It's fast, two people."

In the next second, Song Xing made a dodge, and he had already arrived at the gate of the front yard. He held his breath, focused his energy on his palms, and was ready to strike.

Although Song Xing is confident that every time he takes a shot, the traces will be cleaned up very cleanly, so he doesn't have to worry about being followed.

But just after a fierce battle tonight, there were strange footsteps on the mountain where almost no one visited on weekdays, and he couldn't help but be careless.

Bang bang bang.

An urgent knock on the door sounded in the empty courtyard.

Song Xing and Chu Luozhao looked at each other, and it seemed that it was different from what they imagined.

"who is it?"

After a few breaths, Chu Luozhao asked in a deep voice.

"Old Zhao, it's me."

The knocking on the door stopped, and then came a voice that Song Xing thought was a little strange.

Chu Luozhao was stunned for a moment, then as if remembering something, his eyes changed, and he signaled Song Xing behind the door to open the door.

Song Xing went forward, took off the latch, pushed open the wooden door, and looked out.

There were two people standing outside the door. The one on the left was a middle-aged man with an ordinary face. He was wearing a blue-gray gown and a western-style top hat. Short hair stubble could be seen under the brim of the hat, and he wore round-framed black glasses on his face.

On the shoulders of the man was a tall and strong man with bloodstains all over his gray shorts, and his face was a little pale. At this moment, he could barely stand with the support of the middle-aged man.

Song Xing looked down, and found that the strong man's left elbow was broken even at the elbow, and it was simply wrapped with gauze, and blood could be seen oozing out. It could be seen that the bandage was done in a hurry.

Song Xing looked back at the master, and Chu Luozhao saw the middle-aged man in front of the door with a sincere smile on his face.

"Little Hu, haha, why are you here?"

Then, seeing the injured strong man next to the middle-aged man, his expression changed, and he quickly stepped forward and said, "Come in, why did this happen?"

The middle-aged man stepped over the threshold, shook his head with a wry smile, and did not speak.

Seeing that he was someone the master knew, Song Xing took a step forward and helped the injured strong man in with the middle-aged man on the left and right.

Song Xing could feel the faint sense of oppression coming from the strong man in front of him, he was obviously a master at the same level as Jin Sanzu.

Song Xing faintly smelled a smell of almonds from the blood on the strong man's body, and after a little thought, he must have been poisoned by some kind.

"Thank you little brother."

The strong man nodded weakly to Song Xing to thank him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a middle-aged man walking with a limp, as if his left leg was somewhat disabled.

Helping the strong man into the room, without Chu Luo's instructions, Song Xing quickly brought the medicine box he usually used to heal himself.

Chu Luozhao took out a box of silver needles from the medicine box, took out three of them, roasted them on the kerosene lamp that Song Xing handed over, and then inserted them into several acupoints on the wound on the left arm of the strong man with extreme speed.

After doing this three times, the strong man's left arm was filled with silver needles, but the wound finally stopped bleeding.

The strong man was sweating profusely from the pain, but he gritted his teeth and didn't say a word, but after all, he was bleeding too much, and his mind was a little blurred.

Chu Luozhao stretched out his fingers and took his pulse. With a serious face, he got up and found a bottle of pills in the medicine box, poured out one, thought for a while, poured out another one, and fed it to the strong man.

Then he rummaged through the room to find a pack of herbs, picked a few plants and handed them to Song Xing who was behind him, and ordered: "Add two knotweeds and make a bowl."

When Song Xing boiled the herbal medicine and brought it in, the sky was already bright, and Chu Luozhao was holding a small knife, carefully bleeding the strong man.

The naked upper body of the brawny man was bloody and covered with scars from swords. There were several wounds, and the blood that flowed out turned black. It was obvious that the weapon was smeared with poison.

Chu Luozhao squeezed out the black blood from the wound, applied trauma ointment, then picked up Song Xing's boiled medicinal juice, and poured it down on the strong man.

"The external injury has been treated, but the internal injury is a bit serious. If you can survive tonight, it will be fine."

Chu Luozhao wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said to the middle-aged man next to him.

"Thank you, Zhao is old."

The middle-aged man thanked politely.

Chu Luozhao shook his head and said, "There's no need to be polite between you and me."

The strong man was weak and needed to rest, so the three of them left the room and went to the next room to talk.

The two sat down to talk, and Song Xing went to the back to fetch hot water for them to make tea.

"Is this your new apprentice?"

Looking at Song Xing's back, the middle-aged man asked.

Chu Luozhao nodded, with a slight smile on his face: "It was accepted five years ago, and the kung fu before it was buried must be passed on."

"It seems that you have already exhausted your true inheritance."

The man knew Chu Luozhao well, and knew that if he was not quite satisfied with this disciple, he would not have said such a thing.

"In five years, my kung fu has been as close as I was back then, so I have a bit of talent." Chu Luozhao stroked his beard and smiled.

While the man was amazed, he saw Song Xing coming forward with tea, so he didn't say any more.

"This is Hu Tianjiao, my teacher's friend for many years. Your name is Uncle Hu."

After taking the tea handed over by Song Xing, Chu Luozhao signaled Song Xing to come forward to meet Hu Tiandao.

"Uncle Hu." Song Xing stepped forward to salute.

"Okay, okay, Song Xing, right? At such a young age, his martial arts cultivation base can be passed on by Master Ni. There are probably no more than three or five people in the younger generation. There are people who will succeed Mr. Zhao!"

Hu Tianpoo was very happy.

"Old Zhao?" Song Xing was taken aback for a moment, but this time he heard clearly that it was Zhao, not Zhao.

But he didn't ask any more questions, and stood aside with his hands tied, watching the two talk.

The strong man next to Hu Tianjiao looked like a strong player with strong martial arts cultivation base, and he even had the aura of a soldier on his body, but such a person came to find Chu Luozhao.

Chu Luozhao saw Song Xing's doubts, sighed, and began to explain Song Xing's doubts.

It turned out that Chu Luozhao was just his pseudonym, his real identity was something else.

The divine fist is the best way to hit Zhao Sanduo, known as Zhao Laozhu.

One of the founders of the Boxer Regiment back then, he was invincible all over Shandong with his plum fists.

Later, when the Qing government and foreigners jointly encircled and suppressed the Boxers, they were betrayed by traitors and escaped by feigning death. They came to the south and lived in seclusion in the small county of Cangwu.

And Hu Tianjiao was one of the few friends who knew the place where he lived in seclusion.

The difference is that because of his advanced age, Chu Luozhao was disheartened after experiencing the collapse of the Boxer Regiment, and chose to feign death and retire.

But Hu Tianjiao, who was in his prime, was unwilling to see the country suffer at the hands of foreigners, so he resolutely went to the front line, looking for ways to save the country.

After Song Xing listened to it, he didn't have any reaction. Whether it was Zhao Laozhu or Chu Luozhao, they were all his masters, so there was no difference.

"Who did you meet that could hurt Fang Hu so badly?"

Chu Luozhao asked Hu Tianpoo.

He also knew the strong man who was injured, he was Hu Tianjiao's guard back then, although his martial arts was slightly weaker than himself back then, but definitely not any character could hurt him.

In these years, Hu Tianjiao traveled all over the world, all relying on Fang Hu's powerful guards.

Unexpectedly, this time, he was beaten to the point of death, even his left hand was cut off.

(End of this chapter)