Zhou Fei picked out a few pretty ones from the box of leftover shells that Xie Yun had left for her, pierced them by herself, and put them in the little shirt knitted by Chen Lao's fishnet leftovers, so she wore this outfit. The rags are gone, and if she goes to get two more sacks with patches, she can be a small leader in the beggar gang with just this outfit.
Zhou Fei planned to go home first to return with Li Jinrong, and then go to Zhou Yitang to see if he had anything to send. No other gall can dig.
All martial arts in the Central Plains have their own systems, with names, surnames and origins. If there is the kind of internal power that Master Tongming said, it should not be unknown. Since it can't be found in the Central Plains martial arts, Zhou Fei thought about it. Maybe you can go outside the Great Wall and try your luck in southern Xinjiang. For this reason, she also agreed to go to the southern border to compete with Yang Jin after the winter, so that he could help him pay attention to the strange people and strange things in the southern border.
There were so many things to do in the next spring, Zhou Fei didn't dare to delay, she was dressed in shells, and hurried along the official road. Who knew that she was halfway there, and before she left Ludi, she saw the fireworks of the 48th Village— It's played back a bit more subtly, mixed in with a bunch of ordinary fireworks, not like there's any urgency, but more like an obscure communication.
Zhou Fei pulled the reins halfway, and frowned as she looked at the direction of the fireworks dissipating. I wonder if all the troublemakers in the Forty-Eight Villages were sent out by Li Jinrong, otherwise, why would they become demons every three or five minutes
However, since she had seen it, she definitely couldn't leave it alone, so she had no choice but to rush over there.
The horses let off their hooves and ran away for a moment. The night sky was like a festival. Fireworks exploded one after another. From a distance, you could hear the roar of people at the place where the flowers were set. More and more people met on the road Get up and seem to be running over there.
Zhou Fei, a good-looking young girl walking alone, can't help but take a few more glances, and sometimes she has the audacity to approach her and talk to her.
When Zhou Fei was a child, she had a certain meaning of "don't approach strangers". In recent years, she has often walked in dangerous situations. Seeing that she didn’t say much, most of them didn’t dare to bother. There was only a young “man” with a mustache on his mouth. He circled back and forth around Zhou Fei several times, and boldly stepped forward and asked: "This girl, are you also going to Liujiazhuang?"
Zhou Fei tilted her head and glanced at this man. The man's skeleton was very slender, the neckline was covering his throat, and his back was straight. When his elbows were naturally lowered, he fell slightly behind him. She has a mustache, but her small face is so white that it reflects in the night, and at first glance she looks like a big girl with a beard.
Zhou Fei gave an "um" and turned her eyes away with no interest.
Unexpectedly, the girl still came over and said to her: "This Liujiazhuang is really amazing, the old lady in the family has a birthday, and it is not the whole life, so they made such a big battle, no wonder people say they are rich. enemy country."
Zhou Fei wasn't interested in "Yangjiazhuang" or "Liujiazhuang". She was about to pretend that she hadn't heard the urging horse to take a step forward, but suddenly she felt something was wrong. She pulled the reins lightly and turned her head sharply to stare at the mustache.
Moustache kept his mouth shut, sat dignifiedly on the horse, and smiled at Zhou Fei.
"Why are you?" Zhou Fei asked in surprise, "Why did you come here and do it like this?"
It turned out that the "moustache" turned out to be Wu Chuchu, who was supposed to be in the middle of Shu.
Wu Chuchu doesn't grin like Li Yan. The corners of her mouth are never as big as the corners of her eyes. She rolled her eyes and asked, "Why, isn't it like that?"
Zhou Fei shook her head in disbelief.
"Ayan gave it to me." Wu Chuchu lowered her head and tore off the mustache on her mouth, revealing her petal-like lips, and said, "I thought it was not very elegant, but I saw her dressed strangely all day long on the mountain. Running, doesn't seem to be interesting, so I can't help but frown, and sure enough, I still don't learn."
After Zhou Fei left, Li Yan was the one who accompanied Wu Chuchu the most in the Forty-Eight Villages. Miss Li Yan had a natural evil spirit, which was extremely polluting. Can lead others to be "black" with her.
Zhou Fei asked again, "Why are you here? Who brought you here? Did you set off the fireworks just now?"
"I came out on my own, and I told the master." Wu Chuchu said, tilting her head to see Zhou Fei frowning, she smiled again, "What kind of expression do you have, the master taught me some basic introductory kung fu, I have Self-awareness, and I won’t help you when you have nothing to do with injustice like you, it’s always enough to go out to protect yourself.”
"Big boss? Did my mother teach you personally?" Zhou Fei was taken aback, and then said again, "No wonder you haven't written to me and asked me recently."
Back then, when a group of them returned to Shu from Yongzhou, it was a little bit like going their separate ways.
Li Sheng and Zhou Fei are not in the village all the year round. Although the remaining Li Yan can chat and be company, but as a disciple, she has a lot of homework. However, I didn't spend that long with her.
Wu Chuchu didn't know what she should do for a while. The daughters of the official family in the old capital should have learned the lessons of female celebrities and housekeepers at her age, waiting for "the life of the parents, the matchmaker's appointment" to get married. , even if the dust settles and there is a certain number, the ups and downs of life in the future are all in the small house, the glory and the downfall, and all of them are related to the rise and fall of the husband's family.
But she is alone now. She is neither a lady of the official family, nor has a family for her to manage. She wanders among a group of rivers and lakes, and there seems to be a gap deeper than the sea between them. Although the people in the village treat her well, they are also good at "respecting each other with courtesy", and they will not arrange anything for her over and over again. And the courage she has accumulated over the past ten years has been exhausted on the way to escape, and the only remaining "gentleness" and "chasteness" are not enough to point her to a good road.
As for the deep hatred between her parents, it has risen to the level of hatred between the country and the family. It is the struggle between the old capital and Jinling. She is powerless and unable to speak.
There is no way to talk about this kind of confusion. In a chaotic world, who doesn't put his head on his waist, and it's not easy to live, who has the time to listen to a little orphan girl's faint and hypocritical daze
Zhou Fei went home once and saw that Wu Chuchu was really at a loss, so she casually found something to do for her. During the battle with Cao Ning, the accumulation of decades of forty-eight villages was almost destroyed. Many of the villages in the village were already talented. Withered, this will make it even more decline. The martial arts classics left by the predecessors have not been edited and compiled for many years. Either pages are missing or short words are left, and many classics themselves are already crooked, and occasionally some are mixed in. The chaotic perceptions of the seniors, which are quoted from various schools of thought, are extremely difficult to understand. They are passed on by word of mouth from generation to generation of rough people who do not know half a basket of big characters. There are as many errors as sieves. It just so happened that Wu Chuchu had been reading poetry and books since childhood, and Zhou Fei asked her to help her slowly sort out the arsenal of the Forty-Eight Villages.
Zhou Fei said it casually, and her original intention was to let Wu Chuchu copy the book to relieve the boredom.
Originally, a weak young lady who had never practiced kung fu for a day, relied on a pen to compile a martial arts classic in a bandit village.
But Wu Chuchu seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, and really plunged into it wholeheartedly.
She first learned some basic common sense, such as the eight meridians, the identification of acupoints, and so on. After she had a rough idea, Wu Chuchu began to transcribe the original text. She started with the well-preserved ones and looked for those that could allow her to read through them. When encountering individual missing words, she did not dare to be sloppy at all, and it often took more than a month to make up a word.
Wu Chuchu was born as a girl and is introverted by nature. When she first arrived in the forty-eighth village, she was embarrassed to take the initiative to talk to others, not to mention asking for advice. Whenever she had questions, she could only write to Zhou Fei from thousands of miles away. It was a thick dozen. Sometimes Zhou Fei went to the deep mountains and old forests and couldn't get it. After saving it for a few months, when he looked back, he could receive a letter more than half a foot high from the dark pile, with all kinds of strange questions in the letter. , I often ask Zhou Fei, who thinks he has solid basic skills, to be at a loss.
Zhou Fei has traveled thousands of miles in the past few years, and it has a lot to do with Miss Wu, who has 100,000 "understandings" in her mind.
Three years later, there have been more than 20 books revised by Wu Chuchu. Although the number is only a drop in the ocean, she has gradually found some ways and began to try to repair the more difficult books, and can write some Annotated.
Wu Chuchu raised her hand and pinned a strand of her hair behind her ear, and said with a smile, "Once A Yan took a repaired book to read, and the master saw it, and she came to ask me if I wanted to practice martial arts. Thinking that I am so old, it may not be too late to start practicing martial arts again, but the master said to me, "There are too many late bloomers in ancient times. You're in your teens, you've been around for a lifetime, and you're not in a hurry to compete with anyone. What's the point of starting a little slower? As long as you're willing to practice for ten or twenty years, even if your talent and chance are average, it's enough for you, there's nothing too late. of.'"
Zhou Fei was stunned for a while, feeling that these words were similar to what Li Jinrong said when she passed on her Snow Breaker. Li Jinrong deserves to be a person who dared to go north to kill the emperor at a young age. No matter how he was scolded by the years, he still carried his own way of being "unmatched". Over the years, if the forty-eight villages hadn't weighed heavily on her shoulders, she would have probably He has the potential to overturn mountains of living and dead and become a demon.
Wu Chuchu said again: "Don't say it, it's superficial on paper, and I started to learn to practice a little bit. It's really different from talking about soldiers on paper before - I'm here to pay homage to this Master Liu."
Zhou Fei asked, "Is the master here? What do you do?"
Wu Chuchu said: "This old master Liu used to be a disciple of Mount Tai, and he was quite famous when he was young. Later, he washed his hands in a golden pot, quit the arena, and took over the family's business, earning a big family business. I am not Are you revising the kung fu of the Qianzhong School recently, Li Gongzi said that the Qianzhong School first originated from Mount Tai, and the martial arts and the Taishan system are in the same line, so I wrote a letter to Master Liu, wanting to ask him for advice."
Zhou Fei was stunned again.
In the past, Wu Chuchu, who felt embarrassed to even say a few words to Li Sheng, was actually separated by thousands of miles and wrote letters to strangers!
"I'm a little unaccustomed to you calling that guy 'Li Gongzi'." Zhou Fei thought for a while, and then asked, "Many people are accustomed to cherishing their own brooms, and they are not willing to give pointers to others unless they come under their own door... This Master Liu Really promise you?"
"Yes." Wu Chuchu said happily, "Master Liu's family has a great business. Although he is no longer in the arena, he still likes to make friends from all walks of life. In recent years, it is because of the help of friends from all walks of life that his business can be so smooth. I wrote back and said that since the fall of Mount Heng, the Five Mountains have also disappeared one after another over the years. Many disciples have gone down the mountain to seek a living on their own before leaving their apprenticeships, which is a pity in my heart. Besides, I have come to examine the origin of Qianzhong and Mount Tai, and to verify each other, It will be a good thing if there is a day when it can be carried forward in the future.”
Zhou Fei didn't expect that she just casually said that Wu Chuchu could actually do this, and she also asked her to find a like-minded geek who was willing to cooperate. She couldn't help but sigh that everything in the world is man-made, and it took Wu Chuchu three years , to the point where she is now, if she can really stay committed for 30 years, the inheritance of the Central Plains martial arts that has been cut off over the years may really be able to leave a trace in her hands.
"By the way," Zhou Fei asked, "You set the fireworks just now?"
Wu Chuchu shook his head: "Master Liu's family is celebrating his birthday in a high hall, and all the three sects and Jiuliu who are passing through today can come to his house to feel happy. I thought that their house will be very chaotic today, so I won't add to the chaos, and it will be two days later. I went to visit again, only to see the fireworks message just now, so I stopped by."
While the two of them were talking, they mixed into the large army that went to Liujiazhuang for a meal. Mr. Liu might indeed have a reputation for being generous and hospitable. Those who traveled to Liujiazhuang were both handsome and ragged, and the servants were well-trained. Greeted with a smile, the Zhuangzili, decorated with lanterns and lanterns, was no longer able to do it, and the flowing water banquet was set up to the door, saying a few auspicious words to the host, and just sit down casually.
Now that Wu Chuchu had arrived, he reported his name to the servant and attached the correspondence with Mr. Liu. The servant trotted all the way to Zhuangzi to report the news, and Zhou Fei glanced around boredly.
Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure in the crowd.