Zhao's house was full of dead leaves in the early winter, and it was deserted, only Zhao Feihong lived there. There are two small rooms on the east side of the house, and the firewood kitchen on the west side. They don't even invite a servant, which seems to be very frugal.
There was a stone table in the front yard. You Mengzhe sat on the stone chair and looked up at Zhao Feihong.
Zhao Feihong was eight feet tall, a majestic majestic man, with eyebrows like a soldier's sword, lips like a sword, his eyes were deep and deep, and he could see his life's profound cultivation, and he had a faint sense of power. It stands to reason that this should be an excellent object for double cultivation, but for some reason, You Mengzhe became numb just looking at him, and he couldn't bring up the idea of stripping his clothes and riding on his waist at all.
Zhao Feihong was wearing an azure martial robe without any weapons. Under the thin robe, the man's strong and heroic body looked very safe and reliable. The robe was slightly faded after washing, and it looked very easy to take off. Why didn't You Mengzhe have the guts
This guy's martial arts are very high...very high, You Mengzhe dare not mess around, among the people he has met in his life, perhaps only his father You Gutian can compete with him.
"I... still have something to do, so let's go first." You Mengzhe just turned around, Zhao Feihong flicked his fingers, and three strong winds came, hitting his three main acupoints, Taiyuan, Zhangmen, and Feiyu, and You Mengzhe couldn't move. Unable to even speak, he stood upright.
Tap acupuncture points in the air! Flick of the fingers! Six Meridians Excalibur! You Mengzhe couldn't help roaring in his heart, he really underestimated him!
Zhao Feihong said: "Today's dinner, you have to eat it, or you have to eat it." After finishing speaking, he turned and walked away, and went inside to cook.
With the sound of water, Zhao Feihong could be heard fetching water from the well, and soon, the aroma of rice came, and You Mengzhe's stomach was rumbling with hunger, thinking where did Yu Wenhong go, why didn't he come to find himself? In case Yu Wenhong comes, can he beat this guy and save himself
Zhao Feihong didn't seem to have any obvious hostility towards him. Did he dare not kill people for his father's sake, or was he too lazy to argue with him? Why invite him to dinner? Is there such a treat? There is a saying that if you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get the tiger's whip... Tiger, You Mengzhe calmed down, thought for a while, and decided to check the situation first.
I heard from You Gutian that the principle of acupuncture is to intercept the opponent's internal force with one's own internal force, so that the enemy's energy is not smooth and unable to move. It can be untied after a while, and people with high martial arts skills can rush to the acupoints with their own luck and untie the acupoints by themselves.
You Mengzhe already had Yu Wenhong's softness in his body plus Sun Bin's cloud-moving true energy. Although it was not as strong as Zhao Feihong's body, he still had a little foundation. Immediately meditate on luck, the air mass in the dantian slowly rotated, and a scorching energy rose up On the waist and ribs, start to move energy to punch the acupoints.
I rush!
I will rush again!
Zhao Feihong took a broom and swept the fallen leaves in the courtyard.
You Mengzhe suffocated his strength, rushed repeatedly with his own true energy, his body moved, he was overjoyed, there was progress! So his head was dripping with sweat, and with an expression of holding back his urine, he flushed profusely at the acupoint.
But Zhao Feihong's acupuncture technique is extremely domineering, he rushes back and forth, only to see looseness, but there is no way to untie it.
With a bang, a stone flew through the air and hit You Mengzhe on the shoulder, and his whole body needed acupuncture points to heal itself.
"It's time to eat." Zhao Feihong put down the broom, fetched a towel to wipe his hands, and went to the stove to bring out the food. You Mengzhe took a staggered step forward and almost fell to the ground.
In the hall, a butter lamp was lit, two dishes and one soup, the dishes were bacon and bamboo shoots, two fried fish, and cabbage soup with meatballs. You Mengzhe was holding a bowl with missing sides and chopsticks, thinking how to find a way to escape.
You Mengzhe: "What do you want to do to me?"
Zhao Feihong: "Do nothing, and leave you here for a year or so."
You Mengzhe was startled: "You want to take me as a hostage?"
Zhao Feihong said casually: "I don't mean that."
You Mengzhe looked at Zhao Feihong suspiciously, and then said in a short while: "If you want double cultivation, just say it, this..."
You Mengzhe thought to himself, do you want to double cultivate with him? This is not easy, assuming that this guy and his father are equal in kung fu, if Zhao Feihong gets his own skills and You Gutian loses, he still doesn't beat himself to death.
Zhao Feihong said: "I told your mother back then that the Zhuanyang Scripture should be destroyed, but she didn't listen, and now it has caused so many things..."
You Mengzhe: "!!!"
You Mengzhe: "You know my mother!"
Zhao Feihong said: "Let's eat."
Zhao Feihong glanced at You Mengzhe intentionally or unintentionally, and You Mengzhe said, "How do you know her?"
Zhao Feihong didn't answer, looking at You Mengzhe's eyes with a touch of sympathy, You Mengzhe was keenly aware of it immediately, narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering if there was something tricky here
Zhao Feihong said: "I'll keep your Zhuanyang Sutra for you, and you can't practice this crooked kung fu again in the future."
You Mengzhe said "Damn" in his heart, and said: "Okay."
Zhao Feihong seemed a little surprised that You Mengzhe cooperated so well, and said after a long time: "Go and rest after eating, there are books in the room, if you are bored, go and read them yourself."
You Mengzhe thought to himself that it would not be easy to escape from such a small house with four walls leaking air? I really thought of myself too easy to deal with, and decided to finish this meal and run away in the dark and windy night.
"How long are you going to lock me up?" You Mengzhe asked.
Zhao Feihong: "When your father no longer cares about you."
You Mengzhe: "Why did you do that?"
Zhao Feihong said: "Because you are Qing'er's child. Back then, Qing'er said that if she had a son in the future, she would let you worship me as a teacher."
You Mengzhe: "..."
Zhao Feihong said: "As your father, You Gutian raised you and didn't teach it. It's your father's fault. It's against Qing'er's original intention to teach you to be like this. We can't just sit back and watch you go on like this."
You Mengzhe said: "How do you know that my father is You Gutian..."
Zhao Feihong twitched his eyebrows, and said, "Your eyebrows look exactly like your mother."
Only then did You Mengzhe understand, and said: "Either way, let's discuss it, you don't have to spend decades teaching me, we'll finish it in half an hour, you grit your teeth and tremble..."
Zhao Feihong said angrily, "The Zhuanyang Scripture cannot be practiced any longer!"
You Mengzhe was startled immediately by this roar, Zhao Feihong said: "What kind of obscene kung fu have you practiced! I haven't found a way now, otherwise it will definitely help you dissipate your whole body's kung fu. That guy You Gutian simply violated the law." Heaven and Earth Gangchang, teach you to practice this evil kung fu, what do you think is his intention?"
You Mengzhe asked stupidly: "Huh? What is it?"
Zhao Feihong: "..."
"Anyway, you can't practice any more." Zhao Feihong said: "Now all the martial arts in the Central Plains are looking for you. I don't know who on Yuheng Mountain leaked the news. From Jiangzhou to the capital, all eighteen prefectures have posted notices to arrest you with a lot of money. There are rumors in the world, Whoever double cultivates with you will make great progress in martial arts..."
You Mengzhe said ecstatically, "Really?!"
You Mengzhe is really happy, in this way, everyone will flock to him, as long as You Mengzhe sits at home and waits for someone to come and practice double cultivation, he may be able to choose the fat and the thin by the way... Once this door is opened, the customers will come like a cloud!
Zhao Feihong frowned and looked at You Mengzhe, You Mengzhe could only suppress the joy in his heart, his heart was pounding, Zhao Feihong must not lose this effort.
You Mengzhe was also hungry. Compared with the fine clothes and fine food in the Qinghua Hall of the Demon Cult, and the delicacies in the Huajin Building in Jiangzhou City, Zhao Feihong's simple tea and light rice seemed to have a different taste. He hurriedly picked up two large bowls of rice, and the fish was fried golden and delicious. After eating, I wanted to eat again, but Zhao Feihong knocked on the chopsticks, and my mouth was numb immediately, unable to drop the chopsticks, so I had to give up, thinking that this person is really stingy, and the food is not enough for people to eat.
Zhao Feihong said: "You grew up in the devil's religion, and you didn't learn half a gentleman's demeanor. You are all a bunch of villains who hide their heads and show their tails, and have dirty thoughts. Now that I have found you, I have to practice martial arts and study hard at this moment, and be a new man... "
You Mengzhe said: "Is there a gentleman in the world who treats others with the heart of a villain?"
Zhao Feihong: "..."
You Mengzhe carefully pointed to the dishes on the table with his chopsticks, and said, "A gentleman stays away from the kitchen..."
Zhao Feihong was speechless to refute for a while, and said after a long time: "Slick tongue."
You Mengzhe was still dawdling in eating the vegetables, tearing down the fish head, but Zhao Feihong had already collected the leftovers, so You Mengzhe could only be bored, got up and wandered around the house.
Zhao Feihong was washing dishes by the well, and if he rushed out at this time, he would definitely be caught.
You Mengzhe planned to wait for him to relax his vigilance before planning to escape, so he followed what Zhao Feihong said and read a book first.
Zhao Feihong's family was poor, but the study room was full of several large shelves of books, "Yangzhou Chronicle", "Yu Taizu Biography", "Central Plains Wulin Chivalry Chronicle", "Chengzu Taolue", Xichuan Wulin Essentials, Stick Manual, Inner Qi Gongfa , history, jokes, story books, Dongyi poems, flute scores hundreds of years ago, "Zhuyuan Cihua", "Jiangzhou Swordsman", and thread-bound books were all written by elegant people in the previous dynasty.
You Mengzhe put the oil lamp on the desk, looked up at the painting on the wall, it was a woman.
The woman is rich and graceful with a glowing face, wearing a military uniform, with a little cinnabar between her eyebrows, and big eyes - the picture of a lady, You Mengzhe has also seen it in his father's study in Yuheng Mountain, and it is probably the same person: his mother, Yu Qing.
It seems that his mother was quite familiar with this martial arts leader before she was alive.
You Mengzhe flipped through the book casually, Zhao Feihong was still busy outside the courtyard, he didn't know what he was doing, after nightfall the surroundings became quiet, only a little early winter breeze was blowing, the bamboo grove outside the courtyard rustled, and the sound was delicate.
You Mengzhe scratched his neck. After falling into the water and running for several days, his whole body was soaked in sweat and itched, and the neck could be rubbed with mud balls. He really wanted to find a place to take a bath.
Zhao Feihong said outside: "The bath water has been boiled for you."
"Ah." You Mengzhe thought to himself that this person is really particular, so when he went to the corner room, a big bucket of bath water was steaming, and You Mengzhe immersed himself in it, immediately feeling comfortable physically and mentally.
Zhao Feihong opened the door and came in, took out You Mengzhe's clothes, You Mengzhe said: "Then what should I wear?"
Zhao Feihong didn't answer. After a while, he came in again with a set of underwear and said, "You wear mine first. It's too big. Your clothes will be dry tomorrow."
The martial arts leader actually waited for him to take a bath and even helped him wash his clothes. You Mengzhe couldn't believe that this person was at the same level as You Gutian, the leader of the righteous way of the Central Plains martial arts who had been fighting against the court for more than ten years.
Hearing the sound of water at night, Zhao Feihong boiled another hot water to take a bath by himself. After washing, he walked into the room wearing wooden clogs, put a brazier in You Mengzhe's room to drive away the cold, and went back to sleep.
You Mengzhe hasn't slept so peacefully for many days. Before, he either slept in an inn or in a black boat, but he had no dreams until dawn. When he opened his eyes, the sun was already high.
The clothes have been dried and neatly folded in the room. He ran and fought earlier, and had some corners broken, and he repaired them all. You Mengzhe went to put it on, but couldn't find his own bag, and expected to be taken away by Zhao Feihong, so he had to go out of the room.
Zhao Feihong was shirtless, with thin and well-proportioned muscles. He was practicing stick techniques in the front yard, sweeping, pointing, chopping, and picking. A strong wind stirred up dead leaves all over the ground, and they flew around like butterflies. But I also feel that this stick technique is extremely beautiful.
Zhao Feihong put away the stick and said: "Your father taught you what moves, let's see how to do it."
You Mengzhe said, "I won't."
Zhao Feihong said: "Young Master of the Demon Sect, you don't know any exercises?"
You Mengzhe said: "Really not." As he spoke, he remembered the fists and kicks of his childhood playmate Wang Daniu, and made a few foolish tricks, which made Zhao Feihong look miserable.
"Let's eat." Zhao Feihong said: "Your father only regards you as a tool for practicing kung fu. Unfortunately, when something happens..."
You Mengzhe became angry in an instant, and shouted: "Hey! Don't talk about my father behind your back, talk about it face to face if you have the ability."
Zhao Feihong looked displeased, but he didn't argue with him, and said casually: "That's all."
After breakfast, Zhao Feihong said: "Now go and chop the firewood."
You Mengzhe thought that I was finally ordered to do something. This guy is so strong in martial arts that he can't do anything without chopping, so he obediently went to get a firewood and an axe, and helped Zhao Feihong chop firewood in the front yard.
An hour later.
You Mengzhe: "How much more, I don't want to chop."
Zhao Feihong said: "If you don't chop, you won't be able to do it. Your momentum is wrong. You have to use your waist to chop."
You Mengzhe was sweating profusely, panting for breath while holding the axe, Zhao Feihong said: "I will pass on a set of formulas to you, there are only four sentences, listen carefully."
"You can't go up with your arms, you can't hit with your elbows, you can't go up with your hands in three ways, and you can't use your feet to eliminate your feet."
You Mengzhe can probably understand that this is a posture to obey the moves, and adjusting the movements according to Zhao Feihong's words, it really is a lot easier.
Zhao Feihong said again: "There are nine types of power, and you must fight steadily. For different opponents, use different methods of force. Only one blow can defeat the enemy and you can compete for the whole power."
You Mengzhe thought for a while and continued chopping firewood.
An hour and a half later:
You Mengzhe: "It's all over."
"Feihong." The old woman next door smiled and came over with a cane.
Zhao Feihong hurriedly got up and said, "Grandma is up? I'll go right away."
The old woman looked at You Mengzhe with a smile. You Mengzhe was sweating profusely, standing in the winter sun, a little puzzled. The old woman said, "This is your son?"
Zhao Feihong said: "Just kidding, he is my little apprentice. He used to be at his house and only came to practice martial arts these few days."
The old woman nodded and said, "Very good, very good."
Zhao Feihong put on his robe and said, "Come with me."
Zhao Feihong turned the long stick, put it on his shoulder, and signaled You Mengzhe to pile up the chopped firewood, tie it up with a rope, carry the load out, and send it to the neighbor's house, and brought back the firewood from the old woman's house next door.
"Continue chopping." Zhao Feihong sat on the chair in front of the corridor, holding a book, and ordered: "After finishing these things, have lunch."
You Mengzhe: "..."
You Mengzhe was about to explode, but he didn't dare to scold him, holding the axe, cursing in his heart, hungry and tired.
Another half hour passed:
"Feihong." said the old man in the yard next door.
Zhao Feihong put down the book and said, "Hey!"
The old man said: "I made some glutinous rice for your apprentice, come and get it."
Zhao Feihong got up and went over, You Mengzhe stared at Zhao Feihong, Zhao Feihong went out, You Mengzhe threw the ax decisively, turned around and ran away. What are you waiting for if you don't run!
The kung fu at this moment is not the same as before. You Mengzhe raised his breath and threw himself on the wall, as light as a swallow! smoothly!
Immediately afterwards, a stone flew up from the flat ground next door, passed through the entire house, and hit Mengzhe's ankle in the middle. You Mengzhe yelled, half of his body was numb, and he fell straight and fell outside the yard.
After a while, Zhao Feihong took a bowl full of glutinous rice, went around and picked up You Mengzhe's collar, and dragged him back to the yard like a chicken, and slapped him casually, unlocking his acupuncture points.
You Mengzhe fell into disgrace and continued to chop firewood. Zhao Feihong put the food away and sat in front of the porch reading a book as if nothing had happened.
After chopping all the firewood, You Mengzhe was so tired that he almost fell to the ground. Zhao Feihong had lunch, a plate of scrambled eggs, steamed meat pie with winter vegetables from yesterday's uneaten meat, You Mengzhe gobbled it up, and ate two more bowls of rice.
After the meal, Zhao Feihong put out the glutinous rice cakes given by the neighbors for You Mengzhe to eat. The glutinous rice cakes had the aroma of bamboo leaves, dipped in sugar, it was simply delicious in the world.
You Mengzhe didn't dare to run away during the afternoon nap, Zhao Feihong asked You Mengzhe to practice writing in the afternoon.
"I've practiced very well." You Mengzhe said: "My father said that I can write better than my mother."
Zhao Feihong said: "It's a person who can write better than your mother, and you have to practice even if you are good."
You Mengzhe: "..."
Zhao Feihong said: "I'll teach you another set of formulas. If you are lucky enough to write it, copy it according to this post."
You Mengzhe thought that writing could also practice martial arts? Zhao Feihong gave him a set of formulas, all of which are the methods of lifting the pen with luck, and the method of infuriating when writing.
"What kind of martial arts is this?" You Mengzhe thought of the dumb Zhang Yuanshan.
Sure enough, Zhao Feihong said: "This is my friend's family martial arts."
It was dusk when practicing handwriting, and You Mengzhe vaguely caught a glimpse of a certain realm in martial arts, but he couldn't grasp it clearly. Zhao Feihong had been reading on the front porch and basking in the sun. In the evening, he came in to collect the Four Treasures of the Study, and took You Mengzhe out to buy vegetables.
The two walked across the long street, and the market was bustling. Zhao Feihong bought some marinated olives, salted eggs, vegetables, meat and river prawns, and bargained. You Mengzhe pointed to a cage of chickens and said, "I want to eat this. Pay for it, and you make it for me."
Zhao Feihong said: "No, I will let you try it in a few days."
You Mengzhe had a look of bitterness and hatred on his face. Every day, he didn't even allow a chicken to eat, and a big bird faded out of his mouth.
So from this day on, You Mengzhe followed Zhao Feihong, practicing martial arts during the day, eating and lodging for three meals, and began his life of hardship.
It's not that You Mengzhe didn't think about escaping, these days are even more boring than on Yuheng Mountain, at least you can walk here and there, there is nowhere else to go here except a house.
You Mengzhe tried to escape three times, the first time was in the middle of the night looking for luggage in the living room, but he tripped on the stone brick floor, the noise was very loud, it was expected that Zhao Feihong had been awakened, he simply did not run away, and went back to the room in despair.
Another time was also in the middle of the night, You Mengzhe learned his lesson this time, he didn't need any baggage, he sneaked out, ran as soon as he landed, and ran wildly along the road, when he reached the gate of the city, a stick stuck out from the gate of the city, tripped him and threw him to the ground , and was carried home by Zhao Feihong.
The last time was during the day, when You Mengzhe was chopping firewood in the courtyard with his arms bare, and someone outside came to inform Zhao Feihong to go to the yamen to discuss matters. The magistrate came to make things difficult for Zhao Feihong.
You Mengzhe waited patiently until Zhao Feihong left for almost half an hour, then he started to run, went to the teaching property to ask for some silver taels, ordered the people to cover up, boarded the black awning boat by the river, and went all the way to Yangzhou to change horses , quickly got on the official path.
In front of the boundary markers of the two cities, Zhao Feihong, who was standing carelessly, was arrested again.
When is this day! You Mengzhe was about to cry, and while helping the crowd, he went to inform Yuhengshan's chief helm to ask You Gutian to rescue him, and at the same time obediently followed Zhao Feihong back home.
He even suspected that he could not hide from Zhao Feihong's eyes that he had notified the members of the Demon Cult. Forget it, Yu Wenhong went somewhere, wait for You Gutian to rescue him.
In the middle of the night a few days later:
"Young Master." Yu Wenhong said.
You Mengzhe opened his swollen eyes, looked left and right at Yu Wenhong, and said, "You are back. Where is Sun Bin?"
Yu Wenhong said: "I let him take all the medicine, and didn't let him commit suicide. He also went back to the mountain. Who beat you?"
You Mengzhe: "I fell it myself."
Yu Wenhong looked around and said, "Why did you come to Zhao Feihong's house?"
You Mengzhe: "He caught him."
Yu Wenhong nodded, the two were relatively speechless, You Mengzhe curled up under the blanket and said, "Can you take me away?"
Yu Wenhong thought for a while, his expression was a bit embarrassed, and he said: "Zhao Feihong is not a bad person, don't you want to stay here for a while?"
You Mengzhe said: "My mother said back then, let me worship him as my master?"
Yu Wenhong nodded, and You Mengzhe was in a hurry.
You Mengzhe said: "This is not a problem, there is no way to force it... just take me away."
Yu Wenhong nodded and said: "Success, you speak, then go."
Yu Wenhong brought You Mengzhe out with a gust of wind, and You Mengzhe didn't want his package anymore. The two were about to leave, but they saw Zhao Feihong standing in the yard, standing tall, and said, "Yu Wenhong, I haven't seen you for many years."
You Mengzhe's heart skipped a beat, Zhao Feihong knew this before he even left the house!
Forget it, anyway, those who run far away will have to be caught up, and sooner or later they will have to fight, so it's better to fight here. Uncle Yu Wenhong, Father Yu Wenhong, you must not lose...
"I've been gone for years, brother Zhao." Yu Wenhong stood under the moonlight, a full moon was hanging in the sky, shining on his handsome face.
Yu Wenhong's eyebrows are extremely clean, his eyes are clear, and his face is a bit childish. He can't tell that he is in his thirties, and he has a brotherly temperament with You Mengzhe.
Zhao Feihong said: "You didn't take good care of your little master."
Yu Wenhong said: "When Sister Qing passed away, I just let me protect him and do what he wanted."
Zhao Feihong said: "So you lived on Yuheng Mountain for 16 years, and you just let him go? It's the father's fault if you don't raise him. If you don't teach strictly, it's the laziness of the teacher!"
You Mengzhe thought about your grandma's cross, took a half step back warily, and said, "I... don't want to ask you to be my master, we have no destiny."
Zhao Feihong didn't care about You Mengzhe, and said to Yu Wenhong: "You can't let him go back to the mountain to follow You Gutian. You are willing to stay and take care of him. Zhao's house will clean a room, and I will let you live there. Where should I live?"
You Mengzhe secretly thought that something was wrong, and said: "Uncle! Come on!"
Yu Wenhong thought for a while and said, "I only listen to Meng Zhe. He can go wherever he wants, and you can't force him."
Zhao Feihong sneered and said: "The foolish loyalty back then is still the same foolish loyalty now, so let's do it." Then he swung the stick with his backhand, pointed at Yu Wenhong from a distance, and said, "It's better than Zhao. Let's go, never stop."
You Mengzhe's heart was pounding, Yu Wenhong turned his head and whispered: "I will try my best, if it doesn't work, go back and let your father come."
You Mengzhe nodded, and stood aside to watch the battle, thinking that the two of them would fight later, and he might be able to attack from the side, give Zhao Feihong a hard blow, and win. If you're lucky, you can tap his acupoints, tap him upside down, and tie him upside down. By the way, you can do two repairs before you go...
While he was thinking about it, Yu Wenhong didn't move. He stood quietly under the moon with his handsome figure. After a while, he reached into his arms, took out a pair of silver gloves, and put them on alternately.
That is a weapon? It was the first time You Mengzhe saw Yu Wenhong wearing gloves, and he thought that they were probably weapons.
The glove was glowing with a cold moon, like a ball of multicolored brilliance spinning on his palm.
That glove is one of the seven treasures of the Canghai Pavilion. It is called "Zhaixing". When weaving cocoons, the silk is not enough for one foot, and it takes three thousand years to weave this pair of gloves.
Yu Wenhong's hands are not afraid of thunder, fire, poison, let alone the sharpness of the sword. One of the eighteen weapons is "catch", and the last of the eighteen martial arts is "white fighting". It's not under Zhao Feihong.
However, Zhao Feihong had an adventure when he was a teenager, and his skills were superb. He has studied hard all these years, and Yu Wenhong has been with You Mengzhe on the mountain for 16 years. It is hard to say who will win this competition.