Legend of Fei

Chapter 38: Withered glory

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Zhou Fei was stunned: "Senior, what are you doing?"

Duan Jiuniang innocently blinked: "I'll teach you!"

Zhou Fei had never heard that she had to be made a wooden man when she learned kung fu. Zhou Fei suddenly had an ominous premonition, because she was too lazy to care about the lunatic, and didn't want to open her eyes and watch the lunatic play her to death, so she quickly changed the subject and said, "Senior didn't say Do you have the ability to beat snow breaking knives? Can you tell me to increase my knowledge?"

Duan Jiuniang said solemnly, "Those are all moves. I have Kurong's internal skills as the foundation, body forging as a supplement, and moves as the second. When I first started, I had to start from the basics."

When Zhou Fei heard this, her scalp really exploded. There is a saying that if you eat something, you will not be able to vomit, and if the meridians are crossed, it will not be smooth. There needs to be one more person playing tricks in the courtyard.

Right now, she really would rather be a mad woman to continue her house demolition career than to experience her seriousness.

Zhou Fei was in a hurry, she added a bit of nonsense wit for no reason, and quickly flattered: "That's not in a hurry, I always thought my snowbreaker was the most powerful knife in the world, but I never heard of it. I said that there is anything else that can be opposed to it, and I almost sat watching the sky... uh... Senior, let me have a quick look."

Duan Jiuniang's mind is always big and small, old and young. She is a little like a child at this time. When she heard that Zhou Fei wanted to see her proud work, she was coaxed into a smile with a few words. "Then you come with me."

Duan Jiuniang was neither light nor heavy. Zhou Fei finally managed to hold back the choking cough, but she didn't have time to get her breath away. That Duan Jiuniang thought she was dawdling, she grabbed her wrist and pulled her up and down. After going out, he shoved the long knife into her hand, picked up a branch from nowhere, and said to Zhou Fei with a smile, "Come, come."

Zhou Fei weighed the long sword in her hand twice. Although she didn't hate Duan Jiuniang very much, she was still a little unwilling to be controlled by her, so she said, "Senior, most of the nine-style snow-breaking knives are in my hands. If it is shameful to draw a tiger and a dog, it is because I am not good at learning, not because of a bad knife."

Duan Jiuniang said impatiently, "You little girl, at a young age, is as long-winded as Li Zheng!"

Zhou Fei has grown up to be so old, and she has been despised for her bad temper and wicked mouth, and no one has ever called her "long-winded", which is ridiculous. Unexpectedly, this rotten peach blossom that her grandfather provoked when she was alive, has been rotten for so many years and lived in peace with the world.

Gee, it's also life.

"Senior, please." Zhou Fei shook the long knife in her hand to get rid of the distracting thoughts, and the long knife rolled into a whirlwind in her hand.

The first three styles of the Snowbreaker are "splitting mountains", "dividing the sea", and "cutting in circles".

Zhou Fei directly skipped the two parts of "mountain and sea", and resorted to the "not Zhou Feng" style that she had just learned in the Mu Xiaoqiao Valley. Wherever the knife light goes, it can cut off the sound and crack the flying shadow.

At the same time, she couldn't help recalling that during the battle in the valley, she mentioned her "Mayfly Array" to Xiao Zi, and she brought it out while walking around.

Zhou Fei's talent seems to be innate. He doesn't pay attention to the number of ways in everything, especially he can grasp the big and let go of the small. When he sees something in other people's kung fu that makes people's eyes shine, sometimes some strange inspiration arises. It can be used in other places.

According to legend, "Mayfly Array" can be worth ten thousand, and "Buzhou Feng" is the most suitable for fighting against gang fights. The combination of the two sides is like a tiger.

Duan Jiuniang felt that she was surrounded by seven or eight people for a while. She couldn't help being a little surprised.

For the inner kung fu like Ku Rong Shou, you don't have to use real knives and real guns for the younger generation. A broken branch in her hands can also be like a weapon of magic. Did not fight back.

It wasn't until she understood Zhou Fei's ingenious approach that she chuckled softly: "You look at me."

Before she could finish her sentence, Zhou Fei felt that the knife in her palm seemed to be stuck to something. The other party seemed to just hold the small tree branch and tap the long knife at will. Zhou Fei's originally menacing knife wind suddenly stopped. I can no longer find the smooth feeling that I just walked like clouds and water.

Zhou Fei was about to withdraw her hand in a hurry, but as soon as her blade was forced to slow down, Duan Jiuniang suddenly caught her and grabbed it in her hand. She only stretched out three fingers, and then firmly clamped Zhou Fei's blade. The tiger's mouth was hanging in the air, and there was about a finger width between it and Sen Leng's iron blade.

Zhou Fei was startled and met Duan Jiuniang's gaze.

Duan Jiuniang looked at her, laughed softly like a prank, and whispered, "This is called 'chasing the wind'."

Zhou Fei didn't know what was wrong with herself. She might be a little duller than others. In comparison, the words of swords and swords are more clear and straightforward than the words of people. I heard the old servants spit about those love-hate relationships. Chou, Zhou Fei was basically untouched. She stood and listened to the people in the story going back and forth, and she didn't have any back pain at all.

Until she saw this trick with her own eyes and heard the word "chasing the wind" with her own ears.

Zhou Fei suddenly felt uncomfortable for no apparent reason, and in an instant she understood what it means to "don't keep those who have gone, and don't retrace the past".

She was stunned for a moment, her eyes turning red without warning.

Duan Jiuniang was taken aback, and at a loss, she suppressed her smug smile. After thinking for a while, she put the small wooden stick in her hand behind her back and said, "Hey... why are you like this, you cry when you lose?"

Zhou Fei took a deep breath and held back her tears. She frowned and lowered her head, "Who cried?"

Duan Jiuniang bent down rather childishly, looked at her expression from the bottom up, and said cautiously, "I was chased by four vicious dogs for dozens of miles, and they beat them all over the place, and I haven't even cried yet. ."

Zhou Fei didn't know whether to laugh or cry, rubbed her eyes, hung the long knife back in the scabbard, walked back to the front of the house, glanced at Wu Chuchu through the window, and saw that she was resting all day, next to the pillow for the first time, and slept terribly. Without being disturbed at all, he brought her the door and sat at the door by himself. Duan Jiuniang also came over and sat next to her.

Duan Jiuniang said: "I see that you are just like your bones. It's too hard to practice the Snowbreaker."

Zhou Fei said in her heart that it was also better than Li Sheng, who didn't even have a big boss to pass on the knife.

She said without taking it seriously: "If you are struggling, practice slowly."

Duan Jiuniang nodded solemnly, and said solemnly, "That's the truth, you have to work hard in the future."

Zhou Fei felt that she had worked very hard, so she told her about her practice of swordsmanship in the Washing Mo River in the Forty-Eight Villages. As soon as Duan Jiuniang heard the words "forty-eight villages", she was very focused, wishing she could rub every spit on Zhou Fei and secretly treasure it.

However, after listening to this passage, she laughed again: "What do you call hard work? Your father, mother, mother, and mother will definitely be the best at indulging you."

Her memory was upside down, and it seemed that she remembered her seniority again. She took Zhou Fei as Li Zheng's daughter, and Zhou Fei had to correct her.

Duan Jiuniang let out an "oh", not knowing whether she heard it or not, and added: "When I first started practicing internal skills when I was a child, there were dozens of apprentices and brothers, half of them died in the first year, and the rest died in the second year. More than half of the next three years, including me, there are only five people left, do you know why?"

Zhou Fei had never heard of such a deadly sect, and shook her head in shock.

Duan Jiuniang said calmly: "Because my master comes to teach gong once a month, and injects a burst of true energy into our bodies, you must not know the taste, the flesh of the whole body will be like the bones are exploded, at this time, you can You must not pass out, because if you pass out, you will explode and die. You have to endure the pain of scraping your bones and forcibly subdue the chaotic infuriating qi bit by bit. Death. After three years of basic work, body forging will follow, and body forging will make it easier to die. My master often said that unbroken bones are not strong. people!"

Zhou Fei was horrified, feeling that this sect was not like a disciple, but like a gu.

Duan Jiuniang looked at her angrily and sighed, "Your father..."

"Grandpa." Zhou Fei corrected it again.

Duan Jiuniang pondered hard for a while, but she couldn't figure out what time period she was in, and she said stunned: "What? When did that little girl Li Jinrong have a daughter as big as you?"

Zhou Fei heard her being so confused, so she didn't believe much of her nonsense, and patiently told her her family tree again... But it was useless. After a while, she became "" Great-granddaughter."

The words the two of them said sometimes matched each other, and sometimes they were just talking about chickens and ducks. However, it was strange to say that during the day, Zhou Fei wished that she could stab this mad woman with a thousand cuts, and she would not sleep in the middle of the night. , Sitting with Duan Jiuniang, listening to her talk about old things in a mess, but she feels fresh and kind, and she doesn't think she has a pot of porridge that has been boiled for more than ten years in her mind, and chatting until dawn.

Zhou Fei then said to Duan Jiuniang: "Senior, don't be angry with them in this ghost place, come back to the village with us."

Duan Jiuniang didn't understand the first half of her sentence. She was probably fascinated in the past, and she didn't realize that she was angry now.

But she understood the second half of the sentence. Duan Jiuniang was delighted at first, and then stayed for a while. This stay was meant to last forever. Zhou Fei waited for a while, not knowing which word she had said wrongly, she reached out and patted her on the head. Knee: "Senior?"

Duan Jiuniang was like cheating a corpse, stood up "Teng", and said coldly: "What are you going to do in Forty-Eight Village? Be a widow?"

At this moment, she seemed to have finally figured out where she was, and her skinny hand grabbed Zhou Fei's shoulder.

Zhou Fei only felt numb all over her body, and then an indescribable strange real qi flowed from top to bottom between her extraordinary meridians and eight meridians.

Ordinary inner breaths are like water, some are quiet, some are violent, but this inner breath is like a boning steel knife, involuntarily penetrating through the bones, rampaging, and wherever it goes, it seems to give It's like people peeling and cramping.

Duan Jiuniang was like being possessed by a ghost. She swept away her "innocent and lively", folded her arms in front of her chest, looked down at Zhou Fei, who was speechless in pain, and said expressionlessly, "Ku Rong's hand is inside and outside. Don't, what I practice is 'Kung'. When the infuriating energy is injected into your body, it will be turned into 'Rong', and life will continue to flow. As long as you can survive, you can practice my brother's kung fu. , Although Kushou is more vicious, but in the final analysis, Rongshou is more powerful, but the hardships are more when it is overcome. All the fellows who practiced Rongshou in the past died within a year and only my senior brother was left. It's a pity that my master, that bastard, is only willing to teach one kung fu, and Ku Rong and I fight each other.

There was a buzzing sound in Zhou Fei's ears, and she couldn't hear what she was talking about.

Hearing the movement, the old maid rushed out of the wing, seeing that Zhou Fei's face was no longer human.

Her acupuncture point was only blocked by Duan Jiuniang for a moment, and was quickly rushed away by the infuriating Ku Rong zhenqi. Zhou Fei couldn't sit still any longer and rolled down from the threshold. It was a weak struggle, or an uncontrollable shiver.

The old cook was stunned: "Madam, what are you doing?"

Wu Chuchu, who had finally slept for a good night, had just woken up from a sweet dream, and she was on the verge of collapse. Help Zhou Fei up.

But the flesh and bones on Zhou Fei's body seemed to have turned into stone, hard, cold and heavy. She stretched out her hand twice in vain, but she didn't know where it should land, so she turned around in a hurry.

Duan Jiuniang looked indifferent and sat down cross-legged under the tree on one side. She would look like an old monster and a little girl for a while, but while sitting, there was a vague sense of Yuanyue like a grandmaster... It's just that she wasn't too gentle. A decent "master".

Duan Jiuniang said sternly: "Since ancient times, there have been many sects, and some sects have been famous for a while due to a few romantic figures, but they have finally declined. The inheritance of future generations is like a weasel's mouse, a litter is worse than a litter, do you know why?"

There are three people present, one rests on the ground and does not know whether to live or die, the other can only embroider and recite poetry, and the other is dedicated to the great cause of brooms and spatulas all his life, and does not care about other mundane things - none of them can understand Master Duan. The High Theory of Modern and Ancient Heroes.

Duan Jiuniang, who was suffering from no confidant, had to talk to herself in loneliness.

She said, "Why did you practice martial arts? What swords, spears, swords and halberds did you learn? What kind of world did you follow? You pedantic and well-known sects will only teach your disciples 'practice martial arts is to strengthen the body' and say, 'In the future, you will be strong with hoes' The nonsense of "helping the weak", most of the disciples taught are rubbish for others to "hoe"! Martial arts is to earn your little life, that is to "death and then live", that is, "you want me to die, I am biased" Don't die! Without this level of energy, what's the difference between you and someone who is playing tricks? You don't necessarily turn your somersaults with ease."

Zhou Fei's nails were originally trimmed very short, but she ran for her life every day for a while, but she couldn't care about it. It grew a little bit and slammed into the ground of the bluestone in the courtyard, and soon the blood was blurred.

Wu Chuchu cried and begged: "Madam, since she is Li Daxia's granddaughter, isn't she also equivalent to your younger generation? If she has any shortcomings, her parents and brothers will be saddened to death? Madam, are you not sad? If Li Daxia knew about it, how could he bear it?"

Duan Jiuniang was stunned for a while by her words.

Seeing that her expression was loose, Wu Chuchu hurriedly said again and again: "Please save A Fei!"

Duan Jiuniang listened, shook her head and said, "Then I can't save it, Ku Rong's true qi has already entered her body, and she can't pull it out, she can only see her own."

Wu Chuchu almost knelt down to her, isn't this whether it's killing or burying it

As Duan Jiuniang spoke, her face became inhuman again: "If she is of the Li family, she shouldn't be able to suffer even this little bit, if she is really such a waste, dying in my hands is better than dying outside the house. People are strong in their hands!"