Comprehensive martial arts: He was in the Jin Kingdom, but he returned to the Southern Song Dynasty

Chapter 98: Cowardly Linghu Chong, wronged Senior Brother Lu

The heavy rain was pouring down, and the sky was about to press, making the heaven and earth dark.

The rain is dripping and pattering, from everywhere in the sky to everywhere on the earth, forming a large and wide bead curtain, which seems to be endless. Once it starts, it will not end for a hundred years.

Linghu Chong burst into tears, kowtowed, and then stood up again, feeling lost and embarrassed, with a look of panic and confusion. From then on, I went down the mountain, walking in the mud, stumbling, like a lonely ghost with no where to go.

The rain hit his face, seeming to give him a bath, and also seemed to be burying his handsome man, crying and disfigured.

Looking at his cowardly look, no matter how great a conspirator in the world he is, he would never consider him such an important threat. It would not be surprising if he is allowed to just get away with it.

Lu Chen put his hands behind his back and followed Linghu Chong from a distance, watching where he was going all the way down the mountain, but he was not in a hurry to meet him.

He knew Linghu Chong well, but it was based on what he read in books rather than what he saw with his own eyes. It is true that any of the original characters I have seen before have not exceeded my own understanding in the general direction. But any mistake is always a success before it happens. Who can guarantee that Linghu Chong will not make this first mistake?
If he wanted to vindicate Linghu Chong, he had to at least be 100% sure that Linghu Chong was not the murderer. Otherwise, if you take it out and show it to others, if there is anything wrong, it will make people laugh. At that time, he would not only lose his own face, but also make the Quanzhen Sect become a laughing stock.

With Lu Chen's current state, he could tell Linghu Chong's ability at a glance.

This man has internal strength, which is not low, but it is not something that belongs to him, but a different kind of true energy. These infuriating energy naturally come from his own Huashan Internal Skill, some from the Six Immortals of Peach Valley, and some from Monk Bujie. The amount of zhenqi is large, but the quality is also good. Although it is at the acquired level, it can be regarded as an adventure.

He was so groggy that the first thing he did after waking up was to go to a wine shop on the street and beg the boss to give him some drinks. He is a penniless beggar. Food is still a problem, but he thinks about drinking first. When the boss refused, he just rolled around and made a lot of noise, which was extremely ugly. He was beaten up and kicked out.

In the original work, Linghu Chong had a famous battle and used the best sword in his life, blinding fifteen pairs of moves in an instant. That was an ambush from the Songshan Sect, but Lu Chen was very doubtful whether this matter was related to the Huashan Sect.

He finally understood what it meant to be mud that couldn't be helped. Perhaps, Linghu Chong is simply the kind of teammate who has the weakest ability to withstand pressure during the game. What he is best at is not his individual ability or teamwork, but his failure.

Linghu Chong is now living an ignoble existence, with everyone shouting and beating him, and having no home to return to, so he is naturally in poverty. He was dressed in nothing more than rags to cover up his shame. Occasionally, a corner would be blown up by the wind and rain. The wound under the broken arm was clearly reflected in Lu Chen's eyes through the rainy night.

If Linghu Chong is lucky enough to learn an exquisite and superior internal skill, and adjust and sort it out, he may be able to break through the gate of innateness in one fell swoop. But before that, as soon as he used his inner strength, he was immediately met with backlash.

He was proficient in the art of swords, and he could see that the wound was not cut with a sharp weapon, but more like an inner force bursting from it.

The wound has scabbed and healed, and there is a round skin under the shoulder, as if it should be like this. This scene doesn't seem ferocious, just weird and primitive. In fact, anyone without arms should be like this, but anyone with arms will feel an indescribable uncomfortable feeling when they see it.

Therefore, he no longer blinded fifteen pairs of moves with one sword, and then fainted. Instead, he went to war with others and used a lot of alien energy in his body. Although he drove away the enemy and saved his life, his right hand that used the sword was also useless.

Lu Chen continued to follow Linghu Chong and entered the small town at the foot of Mount Hua. Linghu Chong found a random street in the market and fell asleep.

Lu Chen turned his head again and went to observe Linghu Chong's broken arm.

Lu Chen's heart moved and he had come to a conclusion.

For the next half month, Lu Chen was observing Linghu Chong. In the process, his mood changed from patient to impatient, from pitiful to hateful, and from pathetic to angry.

Lu Chen nodded, preparing to wait for him to have a good night's rest and come to his door early the next morning.

He was prepared to wait.

He hates and suffers, but the extreme hatred and the intensity of the bitterness do not inspire anger. Once he suffered a setback, he did not think about how to take revenge, but chose to spend his days in vain and become numb by drinking. Judging from what has happened, he has been defeated by reality and has become a useless person who is willing to sink.

In this world, this exceptional performance was nothing, and Linghu Chong had obviously met an even more incredible opponent.

Linghu Chong was injured all over, but he fell asleep again. It was as if sleeping could help him avoid days without alcohol, days of pain, and days of being insulted.

Early the next morning, the sun shone brightly, causing Linghu Chong to wake up.

Lu Chen looked at this scene and had the idea of ​​​​going forward to recognize him directly, but gave up for the time being. He felt that Linghu Chong was both pathetic and pitiful. Perhaps, now is not the right time to talk to Linghu Chong about serious matters. There is always time to vent.

However, an adventure is called an adventure only if it is successful. If it is not successful, it will be a burden and a drag.

It is conceivable that when Linghu Chong woke up and found that his arm had been broken and his master had been wiped out, he felt a lot of hatred and hatred in his heart.

In the past half month, what Linghu Chong had done the most was to get beaten.

He was taciturn and had difficulty paying, but he was hungry and often fought over leftovers. It can be considered that he has the most basic moral principles and does not use martial arts to resist. He just rushed over and stuffed food into his stomach, and then he was beaten and kicked by the same beggar, and he endured it silently. It could be said that it was a small beating every three days and a big beating every five days.

He eats like this, and the few times he can get money are the only times he smiles. Next, he took the money to the wine shop, asked for a pot or a bowl of wine, drank it with one arm, sipped it with his tongue, and then savored every bit of the real taste.

When he was rich, he would only go out to drink, and then he would get drunk and sleep all night without eating or drinking. He was really happy.

Lu Chen has never met such a person so far in his travels. He was dumbfounded and eye-opening. Even a beggar in the Kingdom of Jin would try to cheer up in those dark days. Even if life is dull all day long, you must always create some visible and bright future for yourself.

Linghu Chong had the opposite situation. He had a broken arm and was troubled by alien energy, but he still had better conditions than 90% of the people in the world. At least, he knows the Dugu Nine Swords, has the foundation of Huashan, and has the possibility of becoming an innate Qi practitioner. What's more, he still has a great revenge and has been wronged. Who can endure this kind of pain?

Others still have to hypnotize themselves to have a better future. But he is very real, and if you are willing, you can get it. However, he endured the pain and endured it with joy, and became a mangy dog.

Frankly speaking, even the big dog in Zhao's city looked more like a human than Linghu Chong. Lu Chen looked at it for a long time and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He could understand that it was common for Linghu Chong to lose his fighting spirit and lose himself under such a heavy blow. Many great men and women in the past suffered from momentary decadence.

Lu Chen even approved of such behavior. It is normal for people to have involuntary actions, unable to control themselves, and unable to control their emotions. If a person is as immovable as a mountain, as hard as iron, indestructible, and invulnerable, then life would be meaningless.

It is precisely because of such a depressed state that after encountering a trough, you pick yourself up again, deliberately stir up the storm, and do not give up easily, which makes you more precious and great.

Lu Chen believes that a moment of pain is not as good as a man's excitement, and a man who has gone through hardships is not as good as being generous and cheerful. When the wounds have formed scabs and the scars have become a thing of the past, the pain still hurts when I think about it, but I no longer feel sad and sad. Instead, I feel that time is rushing so fast that the time has passed by and I can no longer see the time.

So there is happiness.

So strictly speaking, Lu Chen is a happy person. He does things happily, has a happy temper, and uses happy methods. On the surface, he has a playful smile and is nimble and sophisticated, because he understands how difficult and difficult it is for people. Therefore, he is willing to understand and wait.

——But damn, Linghu Chong was too unhappy.

He didn't even think about getting up or cheering up. Perhaps, he has fallen in love with this kind of life and is planning to spend the rest of his life as a mangy beggar, living in such a muddle-headed way. He simply has no anger, no hatred, no murderous intention. Anyone who slaps him on the left cheek will be slapped on the right cheek.

Linghu Chong was not angry, but Lu Chen became angrier as he watched. He not only wanted to scold Linghu Chong, but also wanted to hit Linghu Chong. Linghu Chong tried to frustrate himself, but he broke through his defense. Fortunately, he was always very different from Linghu Chong. Whatever he wanted to do, he really had to do it immediately.

It was another rainy night, and Lu Chen took advantage of the rain to find Linghu Chong.

Linghu Chong wanted to take shelter from the rain, so he found a street with a shed and kept company with several other beggars. When Lu Chen walked over, they were gathering and telling some dirty jokes. Linghu Chong didn't say anything about his past, but always smiled and flattered others.

As soon as they saw Lu Chen, many beggars took out their broken bowls and said, "Master, I will make you rich..." and said some auspicious words.

Lu Chen was originally angry, but after hearing these auspicious words, he also remembered the past years. He forced a smile on his face and took out a handful of copper coins from his sleeve, no more and no less.

He knows best how much money beggars should receive. The difficulty for beggars is that they are far away from social relationships. There is no essential difference between more money and less money. Unless the wealth is truly astonishing, no matter how much money you have, it will only take a few days to use up, and no matter how little money you have, it will only take a few days to use it up. And once the number continues to increase, it becomes a bad thing for them.

Seeing that he was generous, Linghu Chong also raised the broken bowl, with a hopeful look on his face, and called out "Master" several times. By the way, his tongue licked the corners of his lips a few times, as if he was thinking about drinking a bowl of wine tomorrow.

Lu Chen felt angry from the bottom of his heart when he saw him looking like a drunkard. He had to admit that he had some protagonist complexes, which made him unavoidably biased in his treatment of others. If this person were not called Linghu Chong, he would feel pity and compassion. But when he thought that this person was Linghu Chong, he felt that it was ridiculous and wanted to grab this guy and yell, "Wake up."

He sprinkled copper coins all over everyone else's bowls, except Linghu Chong. This was his ultimatum to Linghu Chong. If Linghu Chong was willing to get angry and question why he was targeting him, it would prove that he still had some temper, Lu Chen would be very happy.

But as a result, Linghu Chong became an ostrich and accepted all this reality without even asking a question. He sighed and huddled in the corner.

Lu Chen finally couldn't bear it anymore and went up to kick him.

Linghu Chong groaned in pain and looked up at him inexplicably, "Huh?"

The other beggars were startled, and Lu Chen looked at them with a sinister look. Needless to say, everyone already knew that he was not the God of Wealth, but the Lord of Hell.

Lu Chen turned his head again, looked at Linghu Chong, and cursed, "You loser!"

Then he punched Linghu Chong in the stomach, causing Linghu Chong to scream in agony and his body bent like a cooked shrimp, and then he started punching and kicking like a storm. He didn't stop at all, using fists and kicks with various methods, constantly inflicting pain on Linghu Chong from all angles.

The beggars were frightened, and the first one ran away with the copper coins, then the second, third, and fourth... until only Linghu Chong and Lu Chen were left under the shed.

Linghu Chong curled up, closed his eyes, and silently endured the beating. He felt both inexplicable and sad. But after such a period of time, he had become accustomed to being beaten. In other words, physical pain had already replaced the function of alcohol and became his tool to numb himself.

At this time, the rain curtain was still hanging behind Lu Chen. The wind and rain were loud, but under the shed, they could not compete with the heavy sound of fists hitting flesh.

Finally, Lu Chen stopped and said, "Linghu Chong, open your eyes and look at me!"

Linghu Chong was shocked and finally opened his eyes, half of his eyes were bruised, looking at the person who came to beat him out of nowhere.

He had been prepared for someone to come to his door and eliminate the root cause, and he made up his mind to accept it all. But vaguely, I felt that the man in front of me was full of worry and anger, and he didn't seem to be the ruthless killer he imagined.

He was beaten so hard that his whole body ached and his mind was in confusion. He suddenly laughed and said, "I saw you, what's wrong?"

Lu Chen said calmly, "Oh, why, you actually know that you are Linghu Chong, the great disciple of Huashan who had his whole family wiped out, and the successor of the Demon Sword who was framed. I thought you didn't know!"

Linghu Chong was speechless. After a long time, he lowered his head and sighed, "There are very few people in the world who know who they are."

Lu Chen said, "I knew that I am Lu Chen, a third-generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, and the future headmaster of the Quanzhen Sect. Linghu Chong, we are from the same lineage. Before this, you were the senior brother of the Huashan Sect, but after After today, I am your senior brother. I will help you."

When he said this, it was natural for everyone to think that this had long been recognized within the Quanzhen Sect. However, they did not know that the internal decision was the internal decision. He was the only one who made his own decision and judged that no one could compete with him. It was naturally impossible for Linghu Chong not to know about the Quanzhen Sect. He was caught by his aura and stared blankly at Lu Chen.

(End of this chapter)