"Senior Mu is here, I don't know what to do?"
Mu Xiaoqiao didn't go around in circles, and said calmly: "There is indeed something, I want to meet Miss Wu in Guizhai - the one who wrote the book and biography for the Central Plains Martial Arts."
Li Sheng and Zhou Fei's expressions changed when they heard this, they looked at each other calmly, Zhou Fei rubbed the handle of the knife, Li Sheng said very cautiously: "Miss Wu is indeed our village. She is a middle-aged person, but she comes from a big family, and sometimes it is inevitable that she does not understand the rules of the world, or she is reckless. If she writes something that offends the Lord Suzaku, it is because we neglected to mention it to her, and I hope you forgive me."
"I don't eat people, so why are you so defensive?" Mu Xiaoqiao glanced at him with a half-smile, and said with a smile, "I heard that she wrote about Huo Jiabao's legs recently, I want to know if she has finished writing it. , If it has been completed, can you borrow it first? Please tell her, I will not see it for nothing, and exchange it with her for the Hand of Hundred Tribulations."
Li Sheng thought about it for a while, the Lord Suzaku is notorious for fighting and not playing tricks. Speaking of this, there shouldn't be any malicious intent. Moreover, Zhou Fei was in a state of prosperity. Even if the four major demons of the living and dead were gathered, she would be able to cut through it with one stroke, so there was no need to be afraid, so two moments later, Wu Chuchu came.
Back then, Huo Liantao abandoned his family and business, fled from Dongting to Yongzhou, and died in Yongzhou again. He made the once-famous Huojiabao scum, and there was not one left. Fortunately, Wu Chuchu searched for a reclusive old Huojiabao old man, and supplemented it with the opinions of the old friends of the old Huobaobao in the forty-eight villages. It took nearly a year to complete the Huojia leg method.
Wu Chuchu traveled thousands of mountains and rivers, not to hide all the secrets, she planned to write it and read it on the rivers and lakes, so after hearing what Mu Xiaoqiao said, she had no opinion, and she happily copied the manuscript. One, let him take it away. Mu Xiaoqiao achieved the purpose of this trip, so she was no longer impatient to talk nonsense with Li Sheng and the others, and was about to leave when she got up, but Wu Chuchu suddenly stopped him: "Master Suzaku."
Mu Xiaoqiao paused.
I saw Wu Chuchu smooth the "Hundred Tribulations Hand" that she had just obtained, and put it flat on her knees, as if she was not looking at the magic art of gouging out people's hearts with bare hands, but an annotated version of the Four Books and Five Classics that flowed from the hands of a great Confucian. Even the bloody artwork became elegant.
"My knowledge is short, and I rarely see a kung fu like 'Hundred Tribulations'." Wu Chuchu smiled politely at him, "Thank you, Lord Suzaku, for giving this junior a glimpse."
Mu Xiaoqiao asked lazily, "Why, what advice does Miss Wu have?"
"I don't dare to be, the younger generation is just a layman, and his martial arts are also commonplace, so I don't dare to laugh at my humble opinion," Wu Chuchu said very humbly, "but I always hear the old man say 'it's too much'. , There is no room for it. After a long time, it will inevitably hurt others and hurt yourself. The Huo family's leg technique is a very domineering and hard skill. If it is not cultivated since childhood and forced to practice, it will easily hurt others... I see that Suzaku's face is a little haggard. It's just a few more words, although the Huo family's leg technique has been handed over to you, please take care of yourself."
Her voice is soft and gentle, and it is very enjoyable to hear it in the ear. Even if it is swearing, if it comes out of her mouth, others may not find it offensive. Although Mu Xiaoqiao has always been willful and reckless, he tends to have a better temper when it comes to people who are pleasing to the eye. Hearing this, he laughed indifferently and glanced at Wu Chuchu. : "Thank you, it's none of your business."
After he finished speaking, he didn't say goodbye to the master's house, and just walked away.
As soon as Zhou Fei came out of the elder hall, she happened to meet Xie Yun who was slowly finishing the tea set. Xie Yun was very indebted. She raised her tail and stole a scent from the corner of her mouth: "Master Suzaku let you all go so soon? Why, Miss Wu's chapter on the Huo family's leg technique has already been written?"
"Get up," Zhou Fei held down his very dishonest hand, "how do you know what he's doing here?"
The corners of Xie Yun's mouth twitched, and relying on his height, he put his hand on the top of Zhou Fei's head: "Little Hongyu, you know everything for your father."
Zhou Fei: "..."
The surnamed Xie is probably impatient.
"Mu Xiaoqiao and Huo Laobao have a very close relationship, don't you know it all," Xie Yun retracted his hand when he saw it, and smiled, "Otherwise, how did his brother Huo Liantao support the Suzaku Lord? Hey... Come back, if it wasn't for his people who robbed Young Master Li and led you to the dungeon, I haven't had the chance to meet you yet, after all, Lord Suzaku is still the big matchmaker for you and me, so I should have given him a drink just now."
Li Gongzi who was robbed happened to come out, and when he heard it, he became a gourd with anger on the spot.
Xie Yun offended his eldest brother and brother because of his bad mouth. Seeing that the big thing was not good, he hurriedly made wind under his feet, performed light work as if he were flying through the clouds and driving the fog, and fled with Zhou Fei wrapped around him.
Running all the way back to their small courtyard, Zhou Fei asked, "I have only heard the story of Mu Xiaoqiao digging people's hearts. What is the relationship between him and Old Fort Huo?"
"I know two stories, which one do you want to hear?" Xie Yun raised two fingers. "One is similar to a rumor in the rivers and lakes, but it's just a legend, and the other has its ins and outs, which sounds more reasonable."
Zhou Fei asked, "What is reasonable?"
"Mu Xiaoqiao is one of Haitian Yisei's witnesses, you know that," Xie Yun said, "the so-called witnesses are 'middle men', who take advantage of both sides and supervise both sides."
Zhou Fei nodded: "He talked to me, and he said, 'While he promised to help him find out the identity of an enemy, he promised to help him get out of the mountain of living and dead'."
"Did he talk to you?" Xie Yun was stunned for a while, and then asked, "When? What did you talk about? Zhou Fei, this is very wrong! You are usually taciturn in front of me, and you will turn your face if you say a few more words. Impatient, how can you talk to me outside?"
Zhou Fei said, "When you lay dead in the East China Sea."
"Okay, while I can't see you," Xie Yun rebuked, then he half-truthfully imitated Mu Xiaoqiao's voice, "Don't you like this kind of goblin, so do I..."
Zhou Fei: "Go away, speak human words!"
"Oh," Xie Yun got his wish, begging for scolding, honestly, and continued, "The witness must ensure that the insider does not tell the secret, and also prevent Liang Shao from killing people, he must be with the insider. Mingfenglou The two landlords came to your forty-eight villages, and Feng Wuyan went to Qimen incognito. When Shanchuanjian was alive, Mrs. Nishang took the Yuyi class to live near Yin's house, and Mu Xiaoqiao naturally arrived in Yueyang. At that time, the living and the dead were dead. There was a conflict in the mountain, the four major demons fell apart, and the north and the south were waiting to destroy them one by one. Mu Xiaoqiao came to Huojiabao, and the owner of the old fortress promised to help him escape from the mountain of living and dead, and give him shelter. They are using each other, and after so many years, they probably have a lot of friendship, I think the Lord of Suzaku is not as cruel and unreasonable as the legend, but still has a sense of love and justice."
Zhou Fei thought about it, and she always felt that although this story was reasonable, there was something wrong with it, because in her opinion, Mu Xiaoqiao was more cruel and unreasonable than the legend. He is as cold as iron. Over the years, Suzaku, who is beside him, has died like grasshoppers, and he has never seen him begrudge him. It can be seen that his temperament is cold and weak, and it is not the result of friendship after spending a long time together. Yes - After the old Fortress Huo became stupid, the one who had a close relationship with Mu Xiaoqiao for more than ten years was his younger brother Huo Liantao. Hundred times handsome
Zhou Fei asked, "What are the rumors in the arena?"
Xie Yun said: "It is said that Mu Xiaoqiao's family was ruined when he was young, and he was once sold to the theater. The class leader was a bastard, who specialized in abusing children, and even picked up the spoils that were born beautifully. He was met by the old fortress Huo, who was still a teenager at the time, and he rescued him easily. Take it home."
Zhou Fei said curiously: "Huojiabao is a famous family among famous families, and a decent family among decent families. Since he was brought back to Huojiabao, how did he grow into this kind of virtue?"
Xie Yun: "He didn't grow up in Huojiabao."
Zhou Fei: "What?"
Xie Yun sighed and said: "You are used to mixing with the people in the Yuyi class, you probably don't know that in the early years, there were not so many female actresses in the folk drama, and most of them were male actors. The little boy was raised as a girl since childhood. Over time, they didn't know whether they were male or female. Mu Xiaoqiao was at a young and ignorant age, like a sick plum that was forcibly pruned, so she accidentally Going astray, for having saved him and being good to him, the old castle master Huo had a 'girl's mind', and was seen by the elders of the Huo family castle at that time, and naturally he did not want to let his young master be disturbed by a little actor of unknown origin. Together, they used the means to expel him from Huojiabao, and since then there has been a period of grievances."
It took a while for Zhou Fei to realize what is meant by "a girl's mind". With an "ah", she asked in a daze, "Is it true or false?"
Xie Yun laughed: "Of course it's not true, I told you it's a rumor - there are at least 18 versions of similar stories, and there are more curious ones. I've picked a rather serious one for you. "
The small town near the middle of Shu, because of the permanent residence of Mr. "Qiantuiyou", can always outperform other places in terms of prostitution, ciyan, and music. Roadside restaurants and restaurants are much more prosperous than other places. Mu Xiaoqiao passed by a teahouse in the town alone and heard new lyrics and songs being sung inside.
In recent years, everyone has been tired of hearing the stories of national hatred and family hatred.
At the end of the song, the troupe's little valet put the plate on his head and went around to ask for praise. The child was only eight or nine years old, with a round little smiling face, running up and down on two short legs. , when he was not careful, he was tripped by the raised wooden bar and fell on the horse, and fell at the feet of Mu Xiaoqiao. The guests were all here to make fun. Seeing him making a fool of himself, they burst into laughter. The boy got up, the corners of his eyes and mouth drooping. , like he was about to cry, but he didn't dare, he held back the moment he raised his head, forced a faceless smile, jumped up from the ground like a monkey, and gave a naive bow, Causing another burst of laughter from the crowd, he shook his head and begged for money from the person who laughed the most.
After turning around and begging at Mu Xiaoqiao's feet again, the little boy glanced at him with a smile, but unexpectedly met the cold eyes of the big devil, so frightened that he didn't dare to make trouble again, he hurriedly lowered his head with his chest in his head. Hide the tray behind you and step back carefully.
After retreating for more than ten steps, the little boy held back his breath for a long time. He was about to look back when he heard a soft sound in his ear. After two or two, the boy opened his mouth wide and hurried to see that the scary guest just now had disappeared.
With such a gain, presumably there will be no need to be beaten today. The little boy did not expect that the vicious guest would be so kind. The poor child has never been pityed, and it is easy to be content. paused, and ran away happily.
Since then, although Wu Chuchu made the Huojia leg technique and other kung fu that are about to be lost to the public, but because the Huojia leg is too demanding on qualifications and hard work, few people asked about it, but after 20 years, there is a school in the world called "Long". Feng", who is known for the Huo family's legs, and the head's surname is Huo. Although he is just a fledgling, he is a mature and prudent descendant. He says that he is not a descendant of Huo's family, but an orphan who does not know who his parents are. He has learned from his master since he was a child. Art, the master changed his surname. As for who the Master Huo was, he kept it a secret. When someone asked, the Changfeng faction only said that the old man had retired for a long time and did not want to spread his fame again. This matter has always been a mystery.
Jiangshan Baidai has gradually stopped being held accountable. Although Huojiabao fell apart back then, Kung Fu was a coincidence, and it has been passed down like this, and it has a long history.
The top of the five turbulent waves · 1
"Li Jinrong, are you going to rebel?" Li Zheng held a severing knife in anger and raised the tone.
The broken knife was clipped from the hand of his unlucky girl. If he was just a little slower in his shot, it would probably be a part of the head of the "Qianyuan" faction.
This year, Jin Rong, the eldest girl of the Li family, was seventeen years old, with big eyes and double eyelids. Heaven was the eldest, and she was the second.
Qianyuan School is one of the forty-eight villages. It is a sect that does not speak a word on weekdays, and is very peaceful and rich. The eldest disciple, Song Xiaofei, is the same age as Li Jinrong, and he is also a handsome young man. However, this young man has been Miss Li's follower since he was a child. He grew seven feet tall during her beating. He may have broken his brain and begged his master to come to Li Zhaizhu to say kiss.
The head of Qianyuan Song listened to his daydreams, and was also very worried, thinking that his apprentice's addiction might have to take medicine.
Li Zheng listened to his intention and did not express any opinion. Because I know what I said doesn't count. His deceased wife left early, and he was a good-natured man. He was very affectionate to his children. It was inevitable that he would condone more than discipline. When he realized that he couldn't control it, it was too late.
Li Jinfeng's gentle temperament followed him, but Li Jinrong didn't know what went wrong in his mother's womb, and was born with a little evil spirit. Not only does she not look like a daughter's family, but she doesn't even look like a well-known and upright family. Forty-eight Village "becoming a bandit" is a joke, everyone is a bandit in name, and it is a hero in essence, only Miss Li can get the real thing. She is rebellious, ruthless, and is very rambunctious in life. She is a bastard who can't figure out eight abacuses. When she angers her, she can do anything unless she is willing to kill her with real swords and real guns. Otherwise, Li Zheng believes that he is not her opponent, how can he dare to be her master
Li Zheng was about to open his mouth to refuse, but Li Jinrong just happened to run to the elders hall without knowing something, and listened to the ins and outs of this embarrassing marriage proposal.
Li Zhengxin said: "It's broken."
Sure enough, Miss Li didn't say a word, she went straight into the presbytery, and slashed with a knife. Seeing that the situation was not good, the gentle head of Qianyuan was busy with his crying little apprentice and fled under the escort of Li Zheng.
Li Zheng threw the broken knife on the ground, and the Qiqiao smoked.
However, a 17- or 18-year-old girl, since she has reached the age to talk about her relatives, can't always fight when she says she wants to fight. The owner of Li Zhai has always been gentle, courteous, courteous, and yielding. Che Gulu owed some momentum, he had nothing to do, and he was so angry that he even drank three bowls of herbal tea.
Half of the blade in Li Jinrong's hand was still trembling, his face was expressionless, and he didn't know how to repent.
Li Zheng said angrily: "Today the same sect kills each other, tomorrow you are going to deceive your teacher and destroy your ancestors!"
Li Jinrong said very well: "I didn't kill each other, just Song Xiaofei's trash. I can take out his ribs and cook a pot with three knives. Can I kill him with him?"
Li Zheng heard this nonsense and threw the teacup cover: "Then you are bullying, not a thing!"
Li Jinrong said confidently, "What happened to me? I just used the back of the knife, but I didn't really want to hack him to death, so why did you pinch my knife?"
"The knife is broken because you are not good at your own skills!"
"He was beaten because he was not good at learning!"
Li Zheng choked with anger and cooked most of his heart, liver and lungs.
Li Jinrong remembered that the knife that she consciously overwhelmed the sea was cut off by Li Zheng with two fingers when she was caught off guard. Not only did she not express her admiration for her elders, but she felt unwilling to grit her teeth. The more she thought about it, the more dissatisfied she became, so she The famous Nan Dao said: "Dad, wait, sooner or later, I will be able to cut off your knife too!"
Li Zheng: "…"
This girl's snow breaking knife was taught by him. I don't know what went wrong. There is no "no front" gentleman's bearing, but she is so stubborn that she doesn't know how to advance or retreat. Li Zheng is always afraid that she will be easily broken if she is too hard. Heart. He knew that Li Jinrong was soft and not hard, so he forced his voice down and said earnestly: "Jinrong, a single tree can't make a forest, we forty-eight villages are advancing and retreating together, and between the same sect, we have to talk about face, people look up to you, and sincerely Sincerely come to ask, no matter what, it is good intentions, if you don’t want to, just find an excuse to push it, how can you be so rude?”
"Face from the same family" was worthless in Miss Li's eyes, and after hearing this long-winded, she let out a breath through her nose.
Li Zheng continued chattering: "Qianyuan's Sect Master Song told me a few days ago that he wanted to ask you when it would be convenient for you to go to his place to teach the younger disciples' kung fu, I think, why don't you go there tomorrow, go If you have a good talk with others, it can be considered an apology."
Li Jinrong said decisively, "I won't go."
In the field of swordsmanship, she is God's food. With a snowbreaker alone, at the age of fourteen or five, she was able to compete with the elders of the forty-eight villages, not to mention the younger generation in the forty-eight villages. , that is, the elders of many sects, and they have to give her three points. Some people often ask Li Jinrong to give Li Zheng's advice to their younger generation. It was fine at first, but someone told her to go, but it got annoying after a few visits. She just thought that her younger brother Li Jinfeng was already a rare fool in the world, but she didn't expect it. In the world, there are no wonders, and an egg is more stupid than an egg!
Li Zheng can't hold back the fire if he's not a coward: "Li Jinrong, the Forty-Eight Villages can't hold you anymore, right?"
"I'm going to you," Li Jinrong said wildly, turned around and left, "I won't waste my words in a place where the specialty is an idiot."
The voice fell, and the big girl who turned against the bones jumped up on the tree, and disappeared in a flash, leaving her father to jump on the spot.
Li Zheng was sulking for a while, but he was finally helpless. He pushed open the window and looked at the broken petals that had been shaken to the ground by Li Jinrong's leverage, and his heart suddenly became depressed.
Son Jin Feng has been suppressed by the powerful elder sister since he was a child. He is used to seeing her face, and he has lost a bit of his backbone in the world. He is more than righteous, lacking in courage, and sometimes a little unreliable. As for her daughter Jinrong... Li Jinrong's roots, comprehension, and perseverance are all one in ten thousand. A hundred times stronger.
But it is such a arrogant and arrogant temperament.
In this chaotic world, with a talent for iron shoulders, would she be willing to take on this kind of morality
She has never seen the sky and the earth, and the world is dangerous. I don't know what is outside, and naturally I don't know what is inside.
Forty-eight Villages, now they are just trying to maintain their friendship with these old guys. What will happen in the future? Juniors, can anyone really pick up this bandit flag? If it doesn't work, what will happen to the people in the "bandit village" in the gap between the north and the south
Li Zheng thought about it for a long time. He was distracted for a long time, and was interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps. Then he came back to his senses. He couldn't help laughing at himself. If you say less, you can also shelter the forty-eight villages for a decade or two. The young people's hearts are unstable and the most changeable. At that time, maybe their children and grandchildren will have their own children and grandchildren, and the car will have a way to the front of the mountain
"Uncle Li!" The footsteps came to the door, and the visitor shouted in a panic.
Li Zheng relaxed his heart and replied, "What's the matter?"
"Send a letter from the bottom of the mountain, and see your friend, Miss Duan, fighting with people nearby, and the other party seems to be a Beidou person!"
Li Zheng's eyes twitched.
The top of the five turbulent waves · 2
The assessment of Xiushan Hall was changed by Li Sheng to once every six months. Master can sign up if he approves. On the day of the unified assessment, you can get a sign and queue up. This meeting is approaching the Mid-Autumn Festival. The disciples who are away from home will go home for the festival. It is rare for the guards of the forty-eight wooden stakes in Xiushan Hall to not be absent from work. Even the vacant Li family wooden stakes have been evaluated for ten thousand years - Zhou Fei came back.
Li Jinrong's arrival was better than coincidence. When she passed by, she was catching up with Xiushantang's tedious ceremonies and cutscenes. The disciples began to take the stage one by one.
The younger disciples were gearing up for each other, some silently counting the stakes in the field, some repeatedly checking their weapons, and some nervously running back and forth to the hut. Forty-eight red paper flowers swayed in the wind, only to hear the sound of "嘡唷", and a little disciple rushed into the wooden pile array. As soon as he saw it, he was well prepared. When he entered the arena, he avoided the elders and elites of various factions without raising his head. Starting from the far east, he went straight to the junior senior brother with the least seniority. After getting four paper flowers, the children's brand name is stable.
The little disciple couldn't hide his joy, so he was about to run down the stage with his head down. He didn't remember anything until halfway through the run. He quickly turned around and came back, thanking the elders and the brothers and sisters.
The calibers of the guards vary, and the sects are very casual. Those sects with many disciples are often young people who have just received their own disciples’ name cards. , The disciples who catch up with this wave of assessments are lucky, and the ones who meet are the younger brothers and sisters. If they are unlucky, they will not know if they will come.
Xiushantang wins paper flowers only once in his life. Naturally, the better his grades, the better. Therefore, all the disciples have the same idea. When they arrive at the examination room, they will sweep around the circle and weigh who is the soft persimmon.
Zhou Fei is usually quite busy, and rarely catches up with such occasions. At first, she stood quite serious, but one round, two rounds passed... Ten rounds and eight rounds passed, and none of them went to her. The stake guard couldn't leave within a ten-foot radius around the stake. Zhou Fei wandered in place for a while bored. Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she simply sat on the ground with a long knife. When Li Jinrong looked over, she was almost asleep.
Finally, there is a younger generation of Xiaoxiang, who is very outstanding among his peers. Xiang Fei has already got ten paper flowers before he is halfway through. When his eyes lit up, Xi Wei jumped out of the sheath as if he couldn't wait. The clear light of the sword flashed, and Xiaoxiang's disciple came back to his senses, only to see who was in front of him. , suddenly turned pale, turned around and ran.
Zhou Fei: "..."
Li Jinrong folded her arms and watched outside for a while. She couldn't help shaking her head and laughing. She was about to leave quietly, when she heard someone say hello to her: "The big boss."
Li Jinrong turned her head and saw Wu Chuchu walking towards her.
It is a pity to say that Zhou Fei has been growing up with her since childhood. With the senior who challenged, the intimacy between the mother and daughter will always be missing. Time has changed, Zhou Fei has grown up, and now she can't make up for it. In the past few years, there has been Li Sheng in the forty-eight villages, Zhou Fei outside, and in the middle there is His Royal Highness Duan Wang who is better than a monkey. Li Jinrong no longer needs to worry about everything. Now, she is middle-aged and has two temples. Hua Fa, who is getting older and less temperament, is especially patient with Wu Chuchu, because she is about the same age as Zhou Fei, and Li Jinrong has a little empathy for her.
"When did you come back?" Li Jinrong waited for her for a while, and asked lightly, "Is the trip to the Sword Pavilion going well?"
"The gatekeeper of Jiange has never seen outsiders. Fortunately, he has a letter from the head of the family." Wu Chuchu never spoke to her cautiously, and replied with a smile, "I thought I would not be able to catch up with the Mid-Autumn Festival, but who would have met Ayan in Dongting, The motorcade with the Walking Foot Gang was a few days ahead of schedule to catch up with the important event of Xiushantang, so I want to try it, but I don’t know how many red paper window grilles I can get.”
Li Jinrong didn't take it seriously: "If you want to cultivate the 'Wu Dian', you will run around all year round, and you may not be able to catch up, but if you have time, you can go to A Fei to make a gesture. You can take any paper window grilles."
Wu Chuchu said with a smile: "If you were willing to say this in front of A Fei, she might be very happy."
Li Jinrong waved her hand: "The girl follows me on this point. I don't know what humility is. No one praises her. I'm crazy. If I give her two more good words, I'm afraid I'll kick her nose to the sky, so forget it."
Wu Chuchu asked curiously, "A Fei went to Xiushan Hall back then, and how many red paper window flowers did she take?"
Li Jinrong: "Two flowers."
Wu Chuchu stayed for a while: "Huh?"
Li Jinrong seemed to remember something interesting, and a smile appeared in the corner of her eyes: "But one of them was taken from my hand."
The corners of Wu Chuchu's eyes twitched, feeling that this really seemed like something Zhou Fei could do. She thought about it and asked, "What about the boss?"
Li Jinrong was stunned.
The top of the five turbulent waves · 3
"Senior Sister Li, Uncle is back and told you to go..."
Seventeen-year-old Li Jinrong turned a deaf ear, and the long knife in his hand was castrated. He slashed in the air, and the sharp wind of the knife split in two. The ancient tree next to him shivered, and the leaves fell one after another. When it was cut open, the disciple who came running stopped abruptly, and with a "squeak" sound from the front, the knife wind that was ten feet away actually tore a gap three inches long.
Li Jinrong hates others to disturb her practice, and she doesn't even look at anyone.
Since she was taught by her father and left, Li Zheng didn't have time to catch up with the long-winded. It was rare to be worried, and I heard that the old thing came back.
Just came back and came to trouble her.
Li Jinrong angrily put away the knife, and glanced at the reporter who was silent next to him: "Where is it? Is my house still the presbytery?"
"In... in Xiushan Hall."
Li Jinrong was stunned for a moment—at that time, there was no tradition of "picking flowers in Xiushantang" in the Forty-Eight Villages, and there was no rule that young disciples were not allowed to go down the mountain without a teacher, and Xiushantang was not an examination room. It's just that the place there is big enough to pretend to be a person. The old and new leaders of various sects alternate, the ideas of the same sect are not in harmony, and there will be many people watching the occasion, such as the big person's apprenticeship or the cleaning of the door. Generally, it can be done there.
Li Jinrong was a little confused, because she suspected that her father could not quarrel with her, and planned to kick her out of the house.
As soon as she arrived at Xiushantang, she felt something was wrong. She saw that the open space surrounded by green pines and cypresses was full of people. Looking around, the elders from the major sects in the Forty-Eight Villages were almost there. , Hearing the movement, the crowd turned back to look at her. Li Jinrong was so daring and capable, she couldn't help but get goosebumps.
Li Zheng turned his back to her, and a long and uncoordinated young man stood by his side. It was Ma Jili, the little disciple who cleaned the Xiushan Hall on weekdays. After not seeing him for a few months, Li Zheng seemed to have become a stranger - Li Jinrong was stunned to find that he had lost a lot of weight, and his thin back could not be straightened.
Seeing her coming, Ma Jili first politely called "Senior Sister", then handed the narrow-backed long knife to Li Zheng with both hands, took out a delicately cut paper window grille from his arms, jumped up, and landed lightly on the ground. The tree hung the window grille on the big branch behind Li Zheng, and then silently stepped aside.
Li Jinrong was confused and asked, "Dad, what is this for?"
Li Zheng turned around in response to the sound, and Li Jinrong was suddenly startled, only to see that he had not yet taken off the dust, and his face was so haggard that it was almost black in the hall, and he actually had a sick face that could not be concealed. No matter how angry he was, he was still his own father, so Li Jinrong hurriedly asked, "Father, what's wrong with you, are you injured?"
Li Zheng didn't answer, he weighed the knife in his palm, and said slowly: "Jin Rong, Xuebreaker, you and Dad are not walking the same way. I have nothing to guide you."
Li Jinrong looked confused.
Li Zheng said lightly: "Pull your knife, if you can pass me today and get the paper flowers on the tree, you can become an adult."
Li Jinrong didn't understand why Li Zheng wanted her to be a teacher at this time, let alone why so many people were invited to watch this kind of "housework". However, Li Zheng couldn't let her think about it at all, and he slashed the head with a knife.
He was a little sick all over, but the moment he swung the narrow-backed knife, he seemed to be detached from his body, and the unspeakable pressure pressed against Li Jinrong without reservation. It was the snow-breaking knife "mountain". Words!
Li Zhengdao is like a man. He is the most upright and peaceful, leaving room everywhere. People often forget that he is the "South Dao" that is the best in the world. avoid. Li Jinrong never knew that the long knife in the hands of her nagging and trivial father was like this. She thought she was extremely sharp. Stuffy, cold sweat has come down.
Li Jinrong has always admitted that Li Zheng is better than her, but always regards him as a target that can be defeated and caught up one day. However, at this moment, she has the illusion of a little ant looking up at the rough mountain—
Shattered sharply.
Li Zheng didn't let her at all, and whispered in a barely audible voice: "Jin Rong, didn't you say you wanted to interrupt my knife? Come, let me see your blade."
The voice fell, and the second knife had already swept across. Li Jinrong had no choice but to raise the knife to resist. With a "choke", her wrist shook so hard that she could hardly hold her own knife, and she almost flew out with her. A gust of wind blew by, the leaves were shrivelling, and she looked up and caught a glimpse of the paper window grilles on the treetops. At this time, the Xiushan Hall was clearly crowded with people, but there was no movement at all. They all looked at her solemnly, and those eyes were heavy on her, like a hundred thousand mountains hidden in the middle of Shu.
Li Jinrong was distracted for only a moment, Li Zheng's third sword was already in front of her, she really had no way to retreat, the blade in her hand kept beeping, she could only regain her footing, and took a breath to take the move.
The two long knives met on a narrow path, but with only three moves, Li Jinrong lost half of his arm.
Li Zhengdao: "If you admit defeat, Dad will stop."
Li Jinrong, if there is no invincible enemy in front of you, what will you do
The person holding the knife on the opposite side was her own father, so he would never really kill her with one knife, but what if he was defeated and retreated? It is very absurd to try a fledgling girl with the first blade in the world, and it is not shameful to admit defeat, after all, she is only seventeen years old.
Countless thoughts were whispering in the almost vast shadow of swords and lights. Li Zheng knocked the tip of Li Jinrong's saber into a crack. This sword was not the cheap one that he broke in the elder hall that day, but Li Zheng personally I went to ask Master Chen Penglai to make a pure treasured sword. The treasured sword can be handed down from generation to generation. If it is not for the difference in skill, it will never be easily broken.
Li Zheng's expression remained unchanged, and he asked in a flat tone, "Are you admitting defeat?"
Do you admit defeat
Li Jinrong, if there are thousands of retreats behind you, all of which are wide and open to the sky, and only the one ahead is lonely and full of swords and swords, will you go
Will you go back with the wind
Do you know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages and find an easier way to live
Li Jinrong, if the world forces you to gamble, what will you ask for in your life
Snowbreaker has nine styles and three ways, which one is your way
Under her father's sharp blade, the girl was almost folded in half, and she was able to escape Li Zheng's "unexpected wind", but she suddenly made a counterattack, breaking the blade with her hand down, and suddenly raised a sand. In an unimaginable place, a knife "slash" was brewed, and without hesitation, he hit Li Zheng's knife from the bottom up, like a mighty beetle shaking a tree—
The mayfly shakes the tree, and the praying man's arm acts as a chariot.
Jingwei holds the title of Weimu, and punishes Tianwu.
The tip of the knife, which had already been split, was unbearable, and it broke again. Li Jinrong stumbled half a step under his feet, and took advantage of the situation to avoid his wrist. The back of the knife slammed into the trunk behind Li Zheng, and Gu Mu was shocked and each bounced away. She barely