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Chapter 231 Flute and Sword

Jumping step to pull the sword, slashing at the waist, turning the cloud sword upside down, pointing the sword with an empty step, turning around and pressing down, spread out to block
Or it can also be called Reversing the Oxtail, Exploring the Sea and Slaying the Dragon, Holding the Moon in Your Arms, Unconstrained, Immortals Guide the Way, and Falling Geese on the Flat Sand.
Excluding the gorgeous packaging, in fact, it’s all about making tricks and breaking tricks.

Until Chen Ze walked all the way to the door, let alone let him take a step back, no one could make him make three moves in a row.

Behind him are scattered weapons, and in front of him is a forest scene with winding paths.

The distant pavilions, terraces, halls, pavilions, corridors and boats have revealed their blurred outlines.

Smelling the fragrance of flowers carefully, Chen Ze remembered that yesterday was the beginning of spring.

Walking steadily, he began to approach the circular doorway slowly.

Although the breath was well hidden, the subtle shadow in the corner of the wall still betrayed the hider on the right side behind the door.

Deng Deng Deng Deng!

Chen Ze suddenly accelerated!
Crack, a stone flew to the right, drawing out a black spike pick.

when!
Chen Ze slammed his sword down, and a huge movement resounded through the garden in the night.

Relying on the principle of leverage, the Spike Pickaxe was pushed out of the hand, hanging upside down.

Then Chen Ze flicked his wrist, and the tip of his sword took advantage of the momentum to pick out the Spike Pickaxe in mid-air far away.

The weapon has been lost, there is no more suspense.

After passing through the doorway, three figures were already waiting quietly on the stone road leading to the stone arch bridge.

The sound of gurgling water also became very clear.

This garden is really well built.

Chen Ze scanned the gradually deepening night, and decided to speed up the progress.

Seeing Chen Ze approaching, No. 1 in front of him reported his family name.

"Baguazhang, Liao Yu."

Each of his hands holds a strange-shaped weapon formed by the intersection of two round blades.

Four points, nine blades and thirteen fronts, the unique weapon of Baguazhang, Ziwu Yuanyang Yue.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Ze sighed with strength, took a step forward, raised the long sword with both hands, and slashed heavily at a slightly inclined angle!

Edges meet.

Qiang——Two mandarin ducks came out of his hands, and Liao Yu knelt down to avoid the blades that happened to stop.

Yuanyang Yue has many hooks and blades, and the angle is small. It is good at unloading other people's weapons with skill, but vice versa.

The power of weapons cannot be ignored, but the key lies in people.

when!when!
It was another two powerful advances in a row, and then the double mace and single sword that blocked the way were also chopped to the ground.

For most of the weapons, Chen Ze could see their weaknesses at a glance.

At this point, the obstacles have been cleared, and Chen Ze has stepped on the stone path and boarded the stone arch bridge with a slightly steeper slope.

Looking up, there is only one person standing proudly on the bridge, holding a red tasseled gun, condescending.

No one spoke, only the faint hum of cicadas interspersed with the sound of running water passing under the bridge hole.

Suddenly, Chen Ze moved.

Instead of walking on the bridge deck, he jumped onto the handrail of the stone arch bridge and rushed forward.

The expression of the man holding the gun changed, and Chen Ze was right in front of him in an instant.

sieve!
The tip of the gun poked out, and Hongying danced wildly.

And Chen Ze stepped on the protruding part of the bridge railing to use his strength to fly into the air, retracted the long sword in his hand to protect his heart, and used the broad sword blade to block the big gun to the side of his shoulder, raised his knee and hit the gunman with high pressure. .

At this moment, the high and low positions are reversed.

thump.

The man with the gun was suppressed on the bridge, his pupils were filled with the shadow of Chen Ze's protruding claws.

"I admit defeat." Before the tiger's claw touched his throat, he finally said the first sentence.

Standing up, Chen Ze stepped over him and continued walking straight ahead.

At the same time, in the depths of the garden, in the expensively furnished Chinese classical study room, two key figures are gathering here.

"What's going on outside?"

The speaker was wearing a double-breasted white coat, with white beard and hair, age spots all over his face, and a very old voice.

"Young people are ignorant, let's make a fuss."

It was Li Pingjun who answered the question, sitting on a huanghuali round-backed chair just across the table from the old man in white.

And they are also the only two sitting in the room, the others are divided into left and right, with respectful expressions.

"Mr. Ye." One of the middle-aged men interjected, "It's the younger boy who let the words out, and he really has a lot of skills."

If Chen Ze were here, he would definitely recognize that this middle-aged man was Zhou Chen, the master of Zhou's Mantis Boxing.

And obviously, this white-clothed old man is naturally Ye Yunhan, a key figure in the Shenzhen Martial Arts Association.

"Oh?" The expression on Ye Yunhan's face did not fluctuate at all, "It seems that there are talented people from generation to generation, not bad, not bad."

"Brother." Li Pingjun actually called Ye Yunhan like this, "I won't lie to you, I know this young man, he is self-taught."

"Is he your apprentice?"

"No, no, no." Lipingjun repeatedly denied, "How can I have the qualifications."

"But senior brother, look, if there is no good environment, how can such young people emerge?"

"Hehe." Ye Yunhan stroked his beard and smiled, "Then whoever messed with you has to drag us?"

"You have the ability, so many places in the country let you get a piece, and you still think about our little Shenzhen Martial Arts Association?"

"Senior Brother, this is exaggerating, hehehe." Li Pingjun also smiled back, "Huaguo is so big, but Nanquan wouldn't be complete without you."

"You also know that it is our Southern Fist." Ye Yunhan's tone gradually turned cold, "You are amazing, you are noble, I admire you."

"You can take the lead in taking out all the things uploaded by your ancestors, you really don't hide anything!"

"Brother." Li Pingjun leaned on the square table between the two of them with one hand, leaned slightly and said, "You understand me."

"I know, I understand, I understand everything." Ye Yunhan sneered, "You really have no selfish intentions, and you did this wholeheartedly for the development of the martial arts world."

"But I have it!" Ye Yunhan's voice suddenly increased, and he reached out and nodded at the leaders of the conservative faction beside him, "We all have it!"

"This is handed down from generation to generation through hard work by our ancestors. Tell me, why should you take it out?"

"For the martial art world? Hehe."

"Let me tell you, even if the world of martial arts is gone, it has nothing to do with us!"

"I know." Li Pingjun was speechless, so he said in a low voice at this moment, "It's true that I didn't open up about this matter, I was forcing you, and it's all my fault."

"But I just got into this corner!" Li Pingjun raised his head abruptly, "In this life, if I don't get this done, I won't be able to close my eyes!"

"It's just that I'm boastful and overestimated. I just have such a thought, just for the future of the entire martial arts world!"

"I've been a villain for so many years, and I don't care to be one more time!"

"Curse me or hate me! After a hundred years, you can crush me to ashes as you like!"

After staring at Lipingjun for a while, Ye Yunhan finally sighed and said,

"When you went south to study art, I shouldn't have asked my father to teach you. This is all retribution."

As soon as the voice fell, the room fell into deathly silence again, and the heavy air made everyone a little breathless.

The atmosphere in the room was anxious, but it was a different scene in a certain pavilion just a few corridors away from the back of the study.

The pavilion is called Wangqingxuan. It has an open layout, facing the big pool, and a platform in front. You can lean on the railing to watch the fish and lotus swimming in the pool. There are tall and straight fir trees on the west side, and bamboo forests on the east side, which are full of greenery.

It means that you can forget your love when you see this beautiful scenery.

But at this time, under the bright and clear moonlight, there is a woman with picturesque eyebrows and bright teeth in such a scene, who can be called a beautiful woman.

On the railing chair behind the pavilion, Lu Ling turned his back to the big pond, his vision was blocked by a tall and thick ginkgo tree, as if he had no intention of admiring the view.

In her hand was also a simple sheathed long knife and a brown-yellow bamboo flute.

Of course, if you look closely, you can still see the smartphone that was randomly thrown in the corner.

At this moment, Lu Ling was staring at the big ginkgo tree in a daze, his waterfall-like jet-black hair was drawn to his chest, and his jade fingers were twirling back and forth, sometimes twisting them slowly and lightly, as if braiding his hair.

She still remembers when she was a child, every time she was forced to practice martial arts and was too tired to bear it, she ran to hide under this big ginkgo tree, complaining to the trunk about the harshness of her family.

This habit continued until she became an adult. Whenever something went wrong, Lu Ling would return to this ginkgo tree.

Even if she didn't do anything, just staying quietly under the tree could bring her a substantial sense of satisfaction.

For her, this ginkgo tree that has grown for an unknown number of years is like the most solid and reliable backing, and she can always rely on it with confidence.

solid and reliable
She suddenly thought of someone's solid chest, red clouds flew to her cheeks immediately, her hands were messed up, and half of the braids scattered all over again, returning to the original.

"Yeah..." Lu Ling wiped her hair angrily, and simply threw it all behind her back.

For her who has been used to wearing a ponytail for many years, it is extremely difficult to make a decent hairstyle.

Without tossing his hair, Lu Ling immediately felt upset again.

I don't know how many times I took the phone and pressed it on, but the interface was still the same, and I still didn't receive any reply.

After being silent for a while, Lu Ling put the phone back weakly.

Why is it you.
She subconsciously looked up at the white full moon in the sky, and at the same time, the face that was lingering in her mind reappeared.

The clear brilliance sprinkles like flowing water, pouring softly into every corner, reflecting the sparkling lake in the courtyard.

The Lantern Festival was supposed to be a day for people to reunite with the full moon, but her mood never got better.

With a sore nose, Lu Ling took the bamboo flute beside him.

Looking up at the moon while stroking the bamboo flute on his waist, the beautiful scene of that night seemed to be vivid again.

If I had been a little bolder at that time, wouldn't I?
After a while, the melodious sound of the flute rose until it spread throughout the entire garden.

On the wooden bridge with nine bends and eighteen bends, the sound of the flute rippling from afar is inserted here with dissonant tones.

clatter!

As the weapons clashed, the ear-piercing friction sound continued.

As if feeling that Chen Ze was powerless, Fang took a step forward to try to crush Chen Ze.

Then he got a side kick on his front foot and lost his balance, and then he was slapped horizontally by the iron rod-like blade. His back heel hung in the air and turned for a small half circle, and he fell hard on the railing beside the bridge.

No. 30 five. Chen Ze counted silently in his heart.

But this time he knocked down his opponent, but he didn't race against time to move forward as before.

Because he heard the flute.

The sound of the flute was so familiar. Chen Ze hung his head in thought as if he was distracted.

But the next opponent who has been defending for a long time will not let go of this good opportunity.

Without saying hello, this man came towards Chen Ze's head with a single sword in his hand.

Obviously, he has learned the lessons of his predecessors and does not intend to fight.

At the same time, Chen Ze suddenly raised his head to look at Mingyue, and a sword light in front of him pierced like a living thing.

Ding-

Without looking back, Chen Ze twisted his wrist and flicked the single sword that opened the ring, and then counterattacked with a flash of the blade, slashing at the opponent's lower body.

At this time, the opponent's new power has not been born and the old power has not disappeared, so he had to abandon the sword and retreat quickly.

hiss--

The cloth shattered, and there was a faint bloodstain on his thigh. Even the wooden bridge gauntlet was knocked and almost fell into the lake.

And Chen Ze never looked at this person directly from the beginning to the end, even at this moment he was still staring at the full moon in the night sky, not knowing what to think.

The sound of the flute is endless, and the ending is sad and ethereal, like a thin thread that is cut continuously, and it is not known whether it is mourning or yearning.

"Hey!" The next person talked about martial arts, and greeted Chen Ze, "What are you looking at, it's my turn!"

Hearing that Chen Ze turned his head, he just pointed to the guardrail next to him and asked,

"I won't pay for this, will I?"

"Don't worry!" The man actually held up a square shield, "It's all imitation, it's worthless!"

Shield Chen Ze understood his support.

On this winding and narrow wooden bridge, and knowing that Chen Ze would put down his big talk and never back down, it seemed a bit clumsy but it was really hard to deal with.

Sure enough, seeing Chen Ze crossing the long sword and coming to the next curved corner, the shield-wielding man immediately squatted down, lowered his head behind the shield, and pushed forward.

But when the two sides were about to contact, he was in vain.

Chen Ze only said not to retreat, but did not say not to move sideways.

After jumping onto the guardrail, he turned his hands, turned his wrists and pressed down, and the top of the white cloud cover smashed down.

And the shield-wielding man reacted quickly, as soon as he found out that he was in the air, he immediately raised the shield to cover the top of his head, but unexpectedly, Chen Ze's pressure on the top was empty, and the tip of his sword was retracted as soon as he stretched out, and fell back into the bridge before he stopped raising the shield .

When the man with the shield realized something was wrong, Chen Ze, who had switched back and forth with him, shook his wrist and straightened his sword, turned around and stabbed, and sent the long sword between Fang Dun and his head like a stitch.

woohoo hoo-

Suddenly there was a sound of breaking through the sky, Chen Ze glanced back, and it turned out that the next person was coming from afar with a long whip.

There are really eighteen kinds of weapons, each showing its magical powers.

It was too late to draw back the two-handed sword, so Chen Ze had to deal with it with bare hands.

The woman who makes the whip has a charming figure, and a pair of fox-like eyes seem to seduce people's souls, but she is merciless when she strikes.

The whip shadow is unpredictable, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity to bite.

But soon, this dexterous poisonous snake was caught seven inches.

Holding the whip tail firmly, Chen Ze pulled it hard, and the woman who was using the whip was pulled over.

It's just coming prepared.

The woman took advantage of the momentum and rushed forward, discarding her whip and changing her palms, and stamped her hands fiercely.

And Chen Ze greeted him with fist peak.

When fists and palms met, Chen Ze seemed to be helpless as if he had hit soft cotton, but the woman on the other side had turned his palms over, pulled out his hands, and grabbed Chen Ze's throat.

Tang hand? !Chen Ze was a little surprised.

This is a fairly ancient martial art, mainly based on palms and unpredictable. It is said to be the prototype of Japanese karate.

Right now, the move of this femme fatale is called one-handed flip three-handed, and at the same time, it has both feints and unloading rush attacks. The number of moves is extremely rare, and ordinary people will probably be in a hurry when they meet for the first time.

But Chen Ze was not among them.

He's going to teach this woman a kick lesson.

Before the palm of her hand touched her throat, the woman suddenly felt a huge force hitting her waist, her feet hurriedly kicked against the ground, and her whole body involuntarily froze.

And the next moment, Chen Ze's big pussy pocket had already been thrown up.

Snapped!
The sound is extremely crisp.

It's a good face to sound good.

The woman who was almost blown away screamed and was slapped to the side of the bridge and fell into the water with a plop and became a drowned rat.

Whoa, whoa, whoa-

Seeing her struggling constantly, Chen Ze took back the long sword from the shield man and leaned on the guardrail kindly and asked,

"Hey!"

"Are you OK?"

"Do you know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade!" The woman in the lake shouted frantically, half of her face was swollen to the size of a steamed stuffed bun.

It seems that nothing is wrong, Chen Ze is relieved.

The next opponent immediately connected, the swords collided, and the high sweep kicked out, and the figure flew horizontally.

The weeping flute sound continued, as if soaking the entire manor.

It also made Chen Ze can't help speeding up his pace, and along the way, the guardrail and the bridge body were destroyed in several places along the way.

Under the night, screams and shouts rang out alternately, and no one could stop where the long sword was pointing.

Bang!
Crack, squeak, squeak——

thump.

哗 啦 啦 啦 啦
The sound of the flute, falling into the water, the sword has no eyes.

(End of this chapter)