The twilight is all around, and a blaze of fire burns the mountains and rivers in the sky.
In the ruined temple, a monk, a young man, and a small snake were sitting opposite each other in the form of horns.
The little snake ran several times, but was caught by the boy. The boy threw the little snake into a daze.
"Alas." The monk sighed, "It's not that I don't want to teach you, it's that you can't learn those tricks at all, and you can only learn them in a fancy way, and you can't use their power."
Gu Jiao said, "You know I can't learn even if you don't teach?"
"Do you have inner strength?"
"No."
"Are you going to be light?"
"Won't."
The monk smiled and said, "Isn't that enough? That set of boxing techniques can only be exerted by those with deep inner strength."
Gu Jiao grabbed the little snake.
The monk's expression changed and he stretched out his hand: "Hold on! I haven't finished speaking yet!"
Gu Jiao's movements paused, and the little snake hung upside down in the air, and vomited out the deadly snake letter in cooperation.
The monk calmed down, glanced at the red ying spear beside the straw mat, and said, "Your weapon is a spear, and I will teach you a set of marksmanship."
Well, monks can also shoot.
Gu Jiao's current marksmanship was taught by the old marquis, and there were only a few moves in total, and there was only one ultimate move.
That was what the old man chose for her based on her situation at the time. In fact, along with her recovery of strength, that spear technique was really not enough.
The monk stood up, walked over, picked up the red tassel gun leaning against the wall, and walked to the open space outside the temple: "Alright."
He pointed his spear on the ground, his eyes froze, and his breath flowed in an instant, as if an invisible wind blade would swept through this world.
Gu Jiao clearly felt that the monk's aura had changed. In fact, thinking about it carefully, this monk has always changed a lot.
From him, she couldn't feel the breath of his martial arts skills, so the first time he fell into a trap, she didn't feel that it was strange.
But the terrifying power he exploded when he killed Sirius made him look like he was a different person.
Gu Jiao could really describe it, but Gu Jiao couldn't describe it.
Maybe... like a Buddha, a Buddha who fell into the devil's way.
But now, the Buddha's qi and the devil's qi are gone. He danced with his spear and stood in the world of heaven and earth.
"What kind of marksmanship is this?" Gu Jiao murmured.
After the monk finished his last move, he threw the spear to Gu Jiao: "Okay, it's your turn."
This long spear is very heavy, he just throws it like this, isn't he afraid that she won't be able to catch it
Unintentionally or unintentionally, the spear carried a trace of the monk's own strength, and Gu Jiao was almost unable to catch it. She steadied the bottom plate and stuck the spear heavily on the ground, so that she was not knocked to the ground.
The monk raised his eyebrows slightly: "Yo, caught it."
"So you did it on purpose?"
"Try how well you recover. If you're not physically strong enough, then I can't teach you the next few moves."
What he said was "Try how you recovered", not "Try how your original strength was". The difference between a few words means a world of difference.
He knew what she was like before she got hurt.
Then can she think that five days ago, when she was playing against the six Prince's Palace Jinyiwei, he was already there.
He kept observing secretly until she couldn't make a move.
"Why haven't you done it yet? Didn't you remember? Then I'll call you again."
"Need not."
The marksmanship taught by the old marquis to Gu Jiao has laid a very solid foundation for Gu Jiao, and she can basically understand some complex moves.
The only thing is that her injuries have not healed, and she is indeed lacking in physical strength, but she doesn't need to kill people, just practicing guns is enough.
The monk stood at the door and looked at Gu Jiao for a moment: "The first style."
The first move was the easiest, and it was not too different from the most important move that the old man taught Gu Jiao, but the spear tip was raised two inches, and the force required to stab it out was more than 20% greater.
Gu Jiao took back the red spear, adjusted her breathing, and said to herself, "It looks simple, but I didn't expect it to be so exhausting."
The monk took off his wine bag, raised his head and took a big sip, looked at Gu Jiao in a relaxed manner, and said, "The second style."
The difficulty of the second style increased, Gu Jiao jumped up, and the spear stabbed fiercely from top to bottom.
Her angle was exactly the same as the angle at which the monk stabbed.
It's a little surprising to be able to imitate this after just watching it once.
After these two moves, half of Gu Jiao's stamina was consumed, and the wound started to hurt.
The monk had no intention of letting Gu Jiao stop.
"The third type." He said sternly.
It seems that since the monk started playing with the red tassel, until now watching her practice the gun, the monk's aura is not the same as the one she has ever seen.
The third style is the Chinese style, which has a tricky trick, which requires extremely high speed and flexibility of the body.
That is to say, Gu Jiao has never stopped exercising since she crossed, otherwise she would have to fold her waist.
Gu Jiao gasped for breath after finishing this style.
The monk looked at Gu Jiao in surprise: "I still have strength."
Gu Jiao played all the moves in one breath. She said it was all, but there were actually only five moves, but every move after that, the difficulty was multiplied.
The monk murmured: "This girl, I originally planned to let you finish the training in three times..."
Gu Jiao's legs were weak and she was about to fall down at any moment, but she held it up with the red tassel spear.
She raised her hand, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and panted, "Anything else?"
The monk was stunned for a moment: "Also."
He paused, as if hesitating, as if he had made a big decision, "Three styles."
Gu Jiao was exhausted, her eyes were staring, and she didn't notice the entanglement in his expression, she handed him the red ying spear: "I'll take a breath, you can start again."
Otherwise she can't see clearly.
The monk stood in the open space under the twilight with the red tassel spear. The night wind blew up his monk robe, and the robe stirred, and he stared at the sky.
"I can." Gu Jiao said.
The monk did not move.
Gu Jiao tilted her head: "Monk?"
The monk clenched his hand tightly holding the red ying spear: "Since you want to learn, I will teach you, but remember, you cannot use this spear technique for evil, and you must not use it to hurt innocent people, otherwise I will kill you with my own hands. "
Gu Jiao sat on the threshold and looked at him with her cheeks raised: "I'm not used to you being so solemn all of a sudden."
The difficulty of the last three poses is not comparable to the first six poses. Gu Jiao can see it, but it's just that she can't really perform all of them.
"Let's practice here today," the monk said.
"Oh." Gu Jiao took the red spear.
The two of them practiced all night and didn't even bother to eat, so the monk went to the creek behind the ruined temple to catch two fish and grilled them.
He went to pick some wild fruit nearby.
When he came back with a bunch of wild fruits, the two grilled fish had only bones left. Gu Jiao's cheeks were bulging, and her small mouth moved quickly, trying to eliminate the evidence.
The monk fried his hair on the spot: "Why are you finished eating again! You can't leave me a little bit!"
Gu Jiao puffed out her cheeks, like a chubby squirrel eating, and said vaguely, "I consumed too much, I was starving, I couldn't hold back."
Monk: "… "
The monk went to catch two more fish, this time he didn't leave a single step, and was resolutely guarding against someone stealing it.
The little snake was let go by Gu Jiao, after all, it has nothing to do with it.
The monk concentrates on grilling the fish.
Gu Jiao sat on the hay, took a cotton cloth from a small back basket and wiped the red tassel gun carefully, like wiping a treasure.
The monk pursed his thin lips as he watched her wiping the red spear.
Gu Jiao noticed his scrutiny, and when he looked at him, he had already looked away and continued to grill the fish.
In other words, the monk never asked her why she appeared in Yan Kingdom, why she dressed as a man, and why she encountered the Jinyiwei of the Prince's Mansion
Either he wasn't curious about her at all, or was he already—
The monk snorted coldly: "Don't look at it, it's useless to look at it, I won't give it to you!"
Gu Jiao's thoughts were interrupted, she paused, and decided to ask him, "What's your name?"
The monk does not have a name, so she naturally asked about the Dharma name. For example, Jingkong is a Dharma name, but Jingkong likes this name, and it is still called Jingkong when it is vulgar.
After Gu Jiao asked, she thought for a while, what kind of magic name the monk would call, and she heard him say a word softly.
Gu Jiao was taken aback: "Steaming? Steaming what? Is it steaming rabbit or steaming ribs?"
The monk roared: "Can you have something else in your mind besides food?!"
Gu Jiao: No, I'm starving these days.
The monk sighed, picked up a dead branch, and wrote a word on the ground in Yan Guowen: "Zheng."
This word, it seems that it is not a legal name, it is his common name.
The monk ended the conversation: "It's getting late, you should go to bed quickly."
Gu Jiao: "I want to eat fish."
Monk: "… "
After eating another plump and juicy grilled fish, Gu Jiao slept contentedly while touching her chubby belly.
…
At night, Gu Jiao had a dream.
After coming to Shengdu, she had obviously more dreams than before, but the interesting thing is that she basically forgets it when she wakes up, and in the dream, all the memories seem to be strung together.
For example, after coming to the dream, she remembered the yard full of bell flowers and the cemetery without tombstones.
Tonight is neither a yard nor a cemetery, but an endless battlefield, with golden horses and iron horses, blood-stained yellow sand, endless fighting, soldiers and soldiers falling constantly, and the blood mist fills the sky with blood.
Above the thousands of dead bones, a man in silver armor rode on the Black Wind Rider who was also wearing silver armor, tightening the reins in one hand and holding the red tassel spear in the other.
His silver armor was already covered with blood, but there was no retreat in his eyes.
He looked at the thousands of troops in front of him, and said word by word: "Even if my son of the Xuanyuan family fights to the last person, he will never give in!"
The next second, the picture in the dream changed.
Still this man.
He was wearing silver armor, standing in the camp, looking at the officials opposite him and said coldly: "Reverse? My Xuanyuan family is reversed, so what? Heaven's way is sorry for my Xuanyuan family, my Xuanyuan family is against this heaven's way!"
"Yinyin...yinyin..."
It was that man's voice.
The picture changed again.
His voice is extraordinarily gentle and indulgent in this picture.
It's just that his appearance is really terrible.
He was shot in the shoulder and twice in the thigh, and he lay on the ground, blood in a river.
He tried to support himself with both hands so that he could sit up.
Beside him, squatted a little girl who was only two years old.
"Uncle, you are bleeding, a lot of blood."
He smiled nonchalantly, wiped the blood from the palm of his hand on the armor without a trace, then raised his hand and touched the little girl's head: "Uncle didn't bleed, uncle was playing with Yinyin."
The little girl tilted her head, as if trying to discern the truth from what he said.
Then she asked, "Uncle, does it hurt?"
He smiled and said, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all. Yinyin, let's play a game, shall we?"
"What are you playing?" the little girl asked.
He raised his head with difficulty, resisting the severe pain of tearing all over his body, pointed to the small shabby house in front of him and said, "Did you see that small house in front of you?"
The little girl nodded and said in a milky voice, "Yinyin saw it."
He smiled weakly: "I count one, two, three, you run over, you have to run very fast, don't stop, don't look back. You can find a place to hide in the house, if you can let the uncle not find it You, uncle will buy you candy."
…
The little girl hid in the dark for a long time, until she woke up from a sleep, and it was dark and bright again.
She struggled to get out of the box, stumbled back on her short legs.
The mountains of the past have become a sea of corpses and blood.
Her lonely little figure crawled past one after another in a pool of blood.
"Uncle, where are you?"
"Yinyin doesn't play with you anymore."
"Yinyin doesn't want sugar anymore, Yinyin wants eldest uncle."
The little girl raised her head and looked towards the city wall.
Gu Jiao: "Don't—"
Gu Jiao shuddered and opened her eyes.
The monk sat cross-legged beside her and glanced at her with a half-smile: "Have you had a nightmare?"
It seemed like a nightmare, but when she woke up, she couldn't remember anything. There was only one scene—a man in silver armor was nailed to the city wall with a red tassel.
Gu Jiao rubbed her heart.
The monk looked at it, took out something from his wide sleeve, and threw it into her arms: "Here."
"What?" Gu Jiao asked.
"Sugar," said the monk.
"I don't like candy." Gu Jiao returned the candy to him.
"Oh?" The monk raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, "How could someone not like candy? My little apprentice loves to eat tight, and every time he is unhappy, he can be coaxed with candy, and he will surely be able to eat it. Coax well."
Gu Jiao asked him strangely, "Do you still have an apprentice?"
What apprentice can survive three days in your hands
What a tenacious vitality that must be!
…
In the second half of the night, Gu Jiao stopped dreaming and slept until dawn.
Her body is fine, even if the people from the Prince's Mansion come to chase and kill her, she won't say she can beat her, at least she will be able to run away.
Time to go back.
"Huh? Where's the monk?"
Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.
The monk walked into the ruined temple with a bunch of fresh wild fruits: "Just deal with it and eat a little, it's time to hit the road in a while."
Gu Jiao said, "Are you leaving?"
The monk said, "Aren't you going?"
Gu Jiao said, "I'm leaving."
The monk said: "Then what else? Hurry up and eat!"
"Oh."
Gu Jiao ate a few wild fruits, which were sour.
After filling her stomach, Gu Jiao packed up her things. There was basically no medicine left in the first aid kit, and the bow was lost, but she could make another one. With Master Lu and Xiao Shun here, it was not difficult to make a bow.
Gu Jiao carried the red spear and small basket on her back.
The monk also stuffed a few sour fruits into her small back basket: "Saving hunger on the road!"
Gu Jiao glanced at him sideways: "You just stuffed it for me because you were too lazy to take it?"
The monk held the Buddha bead in one hand: "Amitabha, good is good, poor monks are all good intentions."
Gu Jiao: I believe you are a ghost.
The two left the ruined temple.
In fact, Gu Jiao wanted to go to the imperial mausoleum to see the condition of the princess, but it has been six days since the first wave of Jin Yiwei was dispatched from the Prince's Mansion, and everything that should have happened should have happened.
Either the wife moved fast enough to find the body of Jin Yiwei behind the broken bridge, and rushed back to Shengdu before the second wave of Jin Yiwei arrived.
Either... the wife has been killed.
"I'm going back to Shengdu, where are you going next?" Gu Jiao asked the monk.
"I… "
As soon as the monk opened his mouth, a murderous aura suddenly came from behind him!
The monk turned around abruptly, blocked Gu Jiao behind him, slapped him, and met the opponent's attack!
The collision of this move caused a crack in the road.
The monk looked at the empty trail, sneered, and said, "Oh, you dare to attack me from such a distance, you are good at it. Girl, you go first."
Gu Jiao stretched out a small head from behind him and asked, "Can you beat it? If you can't beat it, I can stay and help you."
If it is a guy who can be pinched to death with one move, he will not force the monk to take out his palm at once. The inner strength of that palm is much stronger than when dealing with three Sirius.
The monk smiled casually, his peach eyes squinting slightly: "He's a bit tricky guy, but he's not impossible to beat. Let you go first because you don't want that bull nose to see your face and think you and I are in the same group. If I can't beat me, I will go to trouble you in the future. Of course, if you insist on staying..."
Before he finished speaking, he turned his head and saw that Gu Jiao, who had been helping him a second ago, had already disappeared without a trace at this moment!
Monk: "… "
…
Gu Jiao spent two days rushing back to Shengdu from Guanshan.
The people in the Prince's Mansion actually didn't know who killed the first wave of Jin Yiwei. They followed the clues on the scene to find the ruined temple.
Before she left with the monk, she wiped away all traces of the ruined temple.
As long as she doesn't reveal her secrets, she will not be discovered by the people of the Prince's Mansion.
Gu Jiao returned to the house in the evening.
Nan Shi Niang heard the sound of hooves outside the door, walked over without thinking, and opened the courtyard door: "Jiaojiao!"
In the past few days, whenever there is the sound of horse hooves in the alley, Nan Shi Niang will come out to take a look.
"You're back!" Nan Shi Niang looked around the alley, pulled Gu Jiao in, closed the courtyard door, bolted it, and asked worriedly, "Are you all right? Why did you go for so long?"
"I'm fine." Gu Jiao said, "Is everything okay at home?"
Nan Shi Niang sighed: "We're nothing, just Yan'er... He had a heart attack. The night after you left, luckily there was the medicine you left behind. He burned it all night and was fine the next day. ."
The second night she left was when she fought with Jin Yiwei.
She was injured, so Gu Yan was also uncomfortable.
"I'll go see Gu Yan." Gu Jiao said.
"He just fell asleep." Nan Shi Niang and Gu Jiao entered Gu Yan's room together.
On the bed, Gu Yan's breathing was shallow and even, and his face was as pale as ever.
Nan Shi Niang whispered: "Are you really all right? What happened?"
Gu Jiao glanced at Gu Yan on the bed, and said to Nan Shi Niang, "I met with the people from the Prince's Mansion, and I encountered a little trouble. After a few days of delay in the ruined temple, the problem has been solved, Nan Shi Niang needn't worry."
Nan Shi Niang knew her temperament to report good news but not bad news, and asked, "Are you injured?"
Gu Jiao flatly denied: "I don't."
You wouldn't admit it, Nan Shi Niang reluctantly turned the page and said, "Luo Lang has been here a few times, and he just left this afternoon."
Let Xianggong and Xiao Jingkong worry.
Gu Jiao said, "I'll go to the city to find them another day."
Nan Shi Niang said: "Then you ask Xiaofeng to take you there, and he comes over every day to ask about your situation."
Gu Jiao responded, "Okay, by the way, what about Xiao Shun and Master Lu?"
Nan Shi Niang said: "They went to buy firewood. Are you hungry? I'll go make you something to eat."
Sister Nan went out of the house.
Gu Jiao came to the bed, bent over, reached out and touched Gu Yan's forehead.
Gu Yan slowly opened his eyes.
Gu Jiao smiled lightly: "I knew you were awake."
Gu Yan's eyes flashed with water, and he looked at her for a moment: "You lied."
Gu Jiao opened her mouth: "I..."
Gu Yan said, "You are injured."
Gu Jiao knew that even if she could hide from the world, she couldn't hide from Gu Yan.
Gu Yan pointed to the edge of the bed: "You sit down."
Gu Jiao said, "I'm dirty."
Gu Yan didn't say anything, just looked at her so stubbornly.
Gu Jiao sighed and sat down beside Gu Yan's bed. Gu Yan put her head on her lap and hugged her waist: "Sister."
"Um?"
"Don't go out for that long."
"it is good."
…
Gu Jiao came out of Gu Yan's house, and Nan Shi Niang also cooked the noodles.
Nan Shi Niang put a steaming bowl of dried bacon and bamboo shoot noodles on the Baxian table in the main room, and asked Gu Jiao, "Yan'er asleep?"
Gu Jiao nodded: "Well, fell asleep, this time he was really angry and coaxed him for a long time."
Nan Shi Niang couldn't help laughing and said: "It's good to be able to coax, and I don't see you leaving for a few days."
Gu Jiao picked up the chopsticks and asked, "In the few days I've been gone, nothing major has happened to Sheng, right?"
Nan Shi Niang thought for a while and said, "There is really one big event..."
Gu Jiao sucked the noodles for a while.
Nan Shi Niang said: "My wife is back."
(End of this chapter)