Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 212 Our Children

Xihuazi took a closer look and found it difficult to move his gaze away from the stranger's face. Zhan Chun pursed his lips and stood back, keeping a distance from the almost demonically beautiful woman.

He Taichong coughed lightly: "Why is this happening? You must never say such things again in the future. Has Hong'er bullied you? My father-in-law will take it out on you right now."

"It's the mother-in-law. She blames Zhen'er for not being able to live up to expectations. She has been in the family for three years and has not been able to give birth to a boy or a girl for the He family... Zhen'er, Zhen'er should just die."

As he spoke, he turned his fingers into a sword and aimed at the throat.

How could He Taichong sit back and watch? He stepped forward and grabbed her wrist: "The old woman is lying. She doesn't even think about it. Has she ever given birth to a boy and a girl in so many years? How can I have the face to accuse you? Huh, just take a moment." Don't be impatient, I'll go find her."

After saying this, Mr. Tieqin left in anger.

Zhan Chun's eyebrows jumped. Who in the entire Kunlun sect didn't know that the leader was henpecked? However, ever since Zhu Jiuzhen of Lianlianzhuang married the son of his master and his second wife, his courage has grown day by day, and now he even dares to go to his wife to settle accounts with his daughter-in-law.

"Senior brother..."

She originally wanted to ask Xi Huazi for her opinion on what to do next, but she saw that the disciple who was most favored by her master, Ban Shuxian, was looking straight at the beauty who was sobbing softly, looking distressed, as if she was next to him. In one second, he couldn't control himself and stepped forward to comfort him.

"Senior brother."

"..."

"Brother!"

"Ah? What's wrong?"

"Master is gone, what should we do?"

"Oh, you go to practice martial arts. I will send my siblings back to Yaqin Xiaozhu and then go look for you."

"Senior brother!" Zhan Chun looked unhappy.

"What nonsense, hurry up."

"Hmph, I'm going to find Senior Sister Wei."

In the past, Xi Huazi's attitude towards Wei Siniang was no different from He Taichong's attitude towards Ban Shuxian. But it was different now. He didn't take the three words "Wei Siniang" into his heart at all, and rushed towards Zhu Jiuzhen in one stride. Next to him, he greeted softly: "Brother and sister, Master has vented his anger on you. I'll take you back to your residence first."

Zhu Jiuzhen saluted: "Thank you so much, Senior Brother Xihuazi. Shaohong often said that you are his most respected senior brother and a leader among the younger generation of Kunlun Sect. He also said that if I encounter any problems that I don't understand while practicing, he can ask me if he is not around." You ask for advice.”

When Xihuazi heard about it, his bones became crispy.

"It's easy to talk, easy to talk. If my brothers and sisters ask for advice, I should tell you everything I know."

……

Songshan, Shaolin Temple.

In the Zen room hosted by Kong Wen.

Kongxing, who had lost one hand and was wearing a yellow monk's robe, was sitting on the futon near the door. He held his left hand like a claw. The skin on the back of his hand was dark and rough. The joints of his five fingers were unusually thick. There was a hint of cyan on his fingertips. This was the peak of his finger skills. Performance.

Ever since he forced Gong Wudang to be defeated, he had transferred his resentment towards Chu Pingsheng to his martial arts practice. Although he only had his left hand left, he did not expect that his martial arts would not retreat but would advance instead. Compared with before, the dragon claw hand may not be complex and changeable enough, and its destructive power But it is astonishing, and it is easy to break rocks and iron.

Kong Zhi is sitting on the futon to the left of Kong Xing. He is still a short-lived figure, but he is older than ten years ago, and the corners of his mouth are drooping more seriously.

The man wearing a gold-threaded cassock across from them is their senior brother and the master of the Shaolin Temple.

"I didn't expect this kid to be so tough and survive being hit by the Xuanming God's Palm." As before, Kong Zhi still had a bad temper, and he had all the hatred and obsession that a monk should not have.

Kongxing used the thumb, index and middle fingers of his left hand to make dragon claws, and when talking about Chu Pingsheng, he also had a look of hatred on his face: "Ten years ago, I thought he was dead and lost the chance to take revenge with my own hands. I didn't expect that he was alive again. "

Kong Wen closed his eyes and slowly opened them again: "Two junior brothers, your skills have improved greatly over the years, and Chu Pingsheng has also done the same. I heard that he has mastered the Emei Four Elephant Palms, and has achieved success in the Nine Yang Divine Art. His strength is not high." Lose to Master Mie."

It's okay if he doesn't mention the Nine-Yang Magic, but when he mentions the Nine-Yang Magic, Kong Zhi becomes even more angry.

"The Nine-Yang Magic Technique is obviously from our Shaolin, but it was learned by that kid. If I find a chance, huh, let's see if I don't kill him with one palm and avenge Junior Brother Kongxing and Junior Nephew Yuanye."

Kong Wen shouted a Buddhist chant: "Junior brother, you are too murderous, beware of becoming a demon."

Kong Zhi said: "Then just watch a villain like him succeed?"

Kong Wen lightly raised his eyelids: "Back then, Zen Master Wu Se compiled the scriptures he heard from Jue Yuan into the Shaolin Nine Yang Gong. Over the years, only Master Yuanyin's nephew has practiced it. Although in terms of the content of the scriptures, Emei, Wudang, and Shaolin The nine-yang art of the school is not as good as the full version, but there is a major flaw in the full version of the nine-yang scripture. Over time, the internal power is constantly accumulated, and the stronger becomes stronger. However, once encountering a strong enemy, it is easy to be discouraged and die after a fierce battle. Back then, Jueyuan That's how he died." Kong Zhi pondered for a moment and then understood: "What the senior brother means is that since it is certain that Chu Pingsheng will rush to Guangmingding with Master Jue, we only need to make him tired. Once the battle process is prolonged, it will not be enough. He will die from diarrhea during his rest time?”

"Amitabha." Kong Wen announced the Buddha's name but did not reply.

……

January passed in the blink of an eye, and it was already approaching late autumn. The trees began to lose their leaves, and the dry branches were blown up by the wind and flew into the distance with a soft clicking sound.

In a small town less than 30 miles away from Mount Emei, farmers have begun to prepare for the winter. They put away their tools in their side houses, dried their grains and put them in the barn. Women began to wash radishes, kale, mustard and other vegetables, and stuffed them with salt water. The jars are fermented and used as winter rations.

In a private school in the southwest of the town, a teacher dressed in Tsing Yi has his right hand on his back and a book in his left hand, shaking his head and reciting articles from the sages.

"A scholar who aspires to the Tao, but is ashamed of those who wear bad clothes and eat badly is not worthy of discussion."

The children behind the desks on both sides repeated in unison: "It is not enough for a scholar to aspire to the Tao, but to be ashamed of those who wear bad clothes and eat bad food..."

"A gentleman cherishes virtue, while a villain cherishes earth; a gentleman cherishes punishment, while a villain cherishes favor."

"..."

The teacher reads one sentence and the children follow.

Outside the back window of the private school, Jiejie, who was wearing a double-breasted uniform and covering his face with a piece of black cloth, looked at the little boy in the back who was dozing off while reading. When he opened his mouth, he could see two cute tiger teeth. His eyes revealed a rare look. Gentle, but soon replaced by severity, he lowered his head and whispered.

"What did you do last night? You went to sleep in a private school. You should be beaten!"

She didn't notice at all that this tone and attitude were very much like a responsible mother teaching an unlearned child.

"Ugh!"

She didn't know how much time had passed. She sighed heavily and glanced at the blue sky and white clouds above her head. There was a trace of sadness between her eyebrows, because she was leaving for Guangmingding in a few days. She didn't know that this time Can I come back from Lishan?

But she soon broke away from Ladu's emotions. She, the majestic head of Emei, a ruthless character famous in the world, had never become so weak.

"Humph."

He turned around stiffly and strode away.

However, after walking less than half a mile, she stopped and hesitated, wanting to go back and take another look.

For this child, she felt that she owed a lot. She thought back to the time when she retched continuously and thought something was wrong with her practice. She didn't realize what had happened until her lower abdomen bulged slightly. At that time, she thought that she must never have the child. However, she tried She slapped her hand until blood spurted from her mouth, and she also tried to disguise herself and go to the mountain to find a doctor to get abortion pills to poison the fetus, but all failed without exception. It seemed that the child was dependent on her.

Once didn't work twice, twice didn't work three times, and three times didn't work. Feeling the little guy's growth, she kicked a few times in her belly and turned somersaults. She relented, thinking that since God's will is like this, then accept her fate, and then go down the mountain. On the pretext of investigating a martial arts case, he handed over the matter to Jingxuan, found a place where no one knew him, gave birth to the child, raised him until weaning, and then placed him on the doorstep of an infertile farmer's house in this small town. He also stuffed the baby with some silver coins. , watched them take the child into the house, and secretly observed them for two more months, making sure that they would treat their son well, and then cruelly left and returned to Emei.

Over the years, she would go down the mountain every one or two months to take a look at the farmers from a distance. If the farmers encountered difficulties, she would also find ways to secretly help them.

Now that the Emei Sect is about to go on an expedition to Guangmingding, she certainly has a reason to come and see her child.

"Where does my sword go? Love and hate are hard to find."

"My knife cuts through the sky, and I don't understand right and wrong."

"I was drunk and in a haze. Gratitude and resentment were illusions and empty."

"I woke up, it was a spring dream, life and death all became empty."

She didn't know why, but she suddenly remembered the strange song that Chu Pingsheng sang when he packed up the broken Yitian Sword and Dragon Slaying Sword and walked out of the Ancestral Master Hall.

"That's it, that's all."

Miejie let out a long sigh and flew away in the direction of Mount Emei without hesitation.

What she didn't know was that as she turned around to leave, there was a man in a green shirt where she was standing at the back window of the small town private school. She stared blankly at the teacher who caught him falling asleep in class, holding a ruler. The tiger-toothed boy hitting the palm of his hand.

Naturally, this person was none other than Chu Pingsheng, who was following the extermination.

"This kid is very similar to me when I was a child. He was either made to stand by the teacher or called by his parents."

After saying that, he took out a small booklet from his arms, with the four characters "Wu Mu's suicide note" written on the top of the book. He looked at his eldest son who owed something, and then looked at Wu Mu's suicide note in his hand, with hesitation on his face.

(End of this chapter)