creak.
After closing the door, Song Zhenguo walked to the window sill, and saw a black pigeon with pink and white eyes squatting on his window sill, combing its feathers by itself.
Seeing this, he was refreshed, and quickly walked over to catch the pigeon, and gently took a small paper tube from its leg.
Unfold the paper tube, and there is a line of beautiful small characters clearly written on it: "Brother Song, Jun'er will help you ask about that prince.
In addition, after a while, it will be the Satin Festival. Can Brother Song promise Juner that you must not come to Huafang at that time, and you must not come! '
Song Zhenguo was taken aback for a moment, and continued to read.
'Chuan Niang and the others will use the name of the girls to make gimmicks and deceive people everywhere, and they will make some bad arrangements for Brother Song. Promise me, Jun'er will take care of everything. After this smoked satin festival, Jun'er promises to go home with Brother Song... ..'
After reading the contents of the unrolled scroll, Song Zhenguo's face immediately showed a deep joy.
"Brother Song promises you that you will never give them a chance!" Although he was a little puzzled, after all, the reason here was a bit far-fetched, but out of his trust in Jun'er, he didn't doubt anything.
Song Zhenguo quickly took out the paper, wrote what he wanted to say, rolled it into a tube, and tied it to the black pigeon's leg. He took the black pigeon with both hands and threw it out, and the pigeon flew away.
The pigeons flew out of the Song family compound with fluttering wings, skimmed lightly between the vermilion bricks and tiles, crossed the tofu-like streets, crossed the black roofs of the pavilions of different heights, and soon arrived at the pines and cypresses. On the river, towards a red painting boat.
The black dove fluttered its wings and stopped in front of the window of a side room on the painting boat, and was gently held by a slender plain hand.
Jun'er quickly removed the paper roll tied to the black pigeon's feet, looked around, and let it fly.
"Go, go back to the nest." She said softly.
The black pigeon flapped its wings and flew out, and quickly disappeared at the edge of the window.
Jun'er closed the window, gently unfolded the scroll and looked at it. A trace of tenderness suddenly appeared on his face. Hastily lit the scroll on the candle.
She held it in her hand, and waited for the paper roll to burn until only a little corner was left, then gently opened the window and threw it out, allowing it to float into the Songbai River.
squeak... .
Suddenly the door of the room opened automatically, as if someone pushed the door from the outside, Jun'er was so frightened that she turned around abruptly, holding down her thumping chest while still in shock, staring at the door.
Gathering her mind, she walked over, looked left and right, but found no moving figures, then stretched her head out to look in the corridor outside.
This is the dressing room under the cabin. Because of Song Zhenguo, she now has her own independent dressing room, and there are no people around. The other sisters have gone to receive guests above.
The corridor was empty, and there was no one there.
Jun'er breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and went back to the room, locked the door, and added another door bolt.
She sat down in front of the dressing table, picked up the comb, and gently combed her hair. Whenever her mood fluctuates, combing her hair can always calm her down gradually.
Unexpectedly, just as she picked up the comb, her complexion suddenly changed.
On the wooden table under the comb, there was a line written with a black eyebrow pencil.
'Smoked satin festival must start, don't forget your identity. '
Jun'er bit her lower lip, a look of struggle appeared in her eyes. After hesitating for a moment, she lightly wrote 'yes' with an eyebrow pencil, and then reached out to erase the handwriting, leaving only a black smear.
Looking up again, she looked at her blurred face in the bronze mirror, feeling a little dazed for a moment.
She knew it was a warning, warning her not to do anything extra, but thankfully the contents of the scroll hadn't been found.
"It's a pity.....I can't stay with Big Brother Song forever...." A trace of regret and determination flashed in her beautiful eyes.
The master wants to collect people who were born in a cloudy time, and also those who were born in a cloudy year and a moon. And Song Zhenguo is one of the targets. In order to get people, all unexpected preparations are made. Just wait for her to ask him to come over on the day of the Smoked Satin Festival.
But unknowingly, she gradually fell in love with the upright and forthright Song Zhenguo, admiring, admiring, and wanting to rely on and rely on...
"Brother Song... Jun'er is so tired... so tired..." Jun'er gently touched his cheek, and a tear fell silently down the corner of his eye.
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .
In a small canyon outside the city.
Boom! !
Lu Sheng turned around and slapped the thick stone behind him into pieces. The arm-long stone was smashed to pieces and scattered on the ground.
Bang bang bang! !
Lu Sheng turned around quickly again, and slapped out a series of palms, smashing the remaining stones hanging beside him into pieces one by one.
The grayish-white stone powder slowly spread out, a little choking.
Lu Sheng retracted his energy slowly, clasped his palms together, sank to his dantian and stood still.
"My sword and palm skills are enough. What I still lack is light footwork and hidden weapons in the distance. Otherwise, if the distance is too far, I will be in trouble when I meet an opponent who hangs a kite." Lu Sheng slowly calmed down his inner strength, pondering in his heart.
"In addition, the Jade Crane Kung Fu absorbed the strength method of the Black Tiger Saber, and obtained a qualitative change. But the improvement is due to the powder left by the ghost.
The fusion process and details in the middle, if I do it by myself, would require too much work experience and exploration. This is similar to the difficulty of creating martial arts, and it is impossible to complete it alone. "
Afterwards, he himself tried to make breakthroughs in other internal and external skills, but unfortunately he couldn't, and he ended up with injuries to his body's meridians several times. Moreover, after repeated attempts, the results were completely different from what he expected.
"Without enough experience in martial arts, it seems that it is impossible to create and break through the limitations of martial arts." Lu Sheng knew it clearly. "The function of the Jade Crane absorbs the strength and skills of the Black Tiger Saber and produces a benign qualitative change. It seems simple, but in fact it should be the best result that has been simulated countless times in advance. If I want to continue to improve my martial arts, I must find more Something similar left behind by the ghosts of the world."
After finishing his work, Lu Sheng walked to the trunk of the big tree, took off his coat, towel and other things hanging there, and wiped the sweat off his body with the towel.
"It's time to try the power of the third layer of Heisha Gong." He has not used all his strength to try how strong the third layer of Heisha Gong is. Now that his body has recovered, he can just try it.
Looking at the big tree in front of him, on the spur of the moment, Lu Sheng pumped up all his inner energy, rushed into his right hand, and struck out with a hard palm.
Boom! !
It was the same sound as before, but not much more powerful. After all, the increase in black evil power is not mainly in explosive power.
Lu Sheng withdrew his hand lightly, and saw a black ink-like handprint clearly printed in the middle of the tree trunk.
The handprint was more than ten centimeters deep, and there was a pungent and hot smell as a whole.
Lu Sheng stretched out his hand and lightly touched the edge of the black handprint, a large piece of bark fell off immediately, and the inside of the bark was covered with a large number of black lines like wrinkles.
"This is a scald like a fire. It seems that the black evil power should be of a good grade in the positive internal power, but unfortunately, it is only a few layers... If the black evil power can be deduced and strengthened, perhaps the future development and The improvement will be even greater!"
He now has the profound skill equivalent to forty or fifty years of ordinary people's practice, and this is not counting the practice time of the Black Tiger Sword Technique and other martial arts.
"Next, it's time to practice a special footwork. No matter the Black Tiger Saber or other martial arts, there are only footworks that match the attack. I don't have a complete footwork that is really purely used for driving, chasing, and escaping. system."
Lu Sheng began to search for the footwork he had collected. So far, he has only collected one, and that is the Bazhen Step obtained in Jiulian City. But this is only for dodging in battle.
"Dark Blue." He murmured silently in his heart.
The modifier box emerged and floated in front of his eyes.
Lu Sheng recalled the Bazhen Steps he had memorized before. This step method was even worse than the Chasing Wind Knife. He didn't even have a visualization map, so he simply memorized it directly.
Thinking carefully about the steps one by one, Lu Sheng slowly stepped forward with his left foot, and then turned his calf muscles to the left to exert force. His right leg was a little on the side tree trunk, and he used his strength to leap forward. This is the first step of the Bazhen Step. There are eight steps and three layers in total. It is said to imitate the famous eight-step step in the Central Plains to drive away cicadas.
Lu Sheng studied it for a while, and with his own footwork foundation, he quickly became familiar with the strength of the movement, and saw the option of Bazhen Step on the modifier.
He quickly stopped and pressed the modification button with his mind.
Suddenly, the entire modifier box flashed suddenly.
"Upgrade Bazhen Step to one level." Lu Sheng continued.
Among the options on the modifier, the state of Bazhenbu suddenly changed from being a beginner to a beginner.
Lu Sheng checked his physical condition, except that his legs were slightly numb and itchy, and the internal energy of the Black Tiger Jade Crane Kung Fu had decreased a little, but there was no other reaction.
"Unknowingly, I have accumulated to this point. This kind of low-level martial arts can no longer make me feel burdened." Lu Sheng sighed in his heart, and continued to look at the modifier box.
'Eight precious steps: getting started. '
"Raise the Bazhen Step to the highest third level." Lu Sheng simply recited silently.
Swish!
The Bazhen Step flickered, from the entry level to the first floor. Lu Sheng didn't seem to feel it.
Swish!
On the second floor, Lu Sheng felt that his legs were more itchy.
With a final swipe, Bazhenbu jumped directly to the third floor, and the internal energy of the Black Tiger Jade Crane Kungfu was also consumed to the extent of four-fifths, which would take him at least two days to recover.
But for the entire gait, Lu Sheng already felt that the experience, walking, and usage of the countless Bazhen steps in his mind were all integrated, and his legs were obviously more flexible and stronger than before.
"Try it!"
Lu Sheng saw a sparrow in front of him, which just jumped up from the grass and shot towards the distance.
He exerted force on his feet and rushed forward suddenly.
Puff puff... .
Chasing after eight steps in a row, the little bird had no time to react to turning the corner before Lu Sheng slapped it and caught it in his hand.
"I have strong explosive power. Both the internal energy of the Black Shagong and the Black Tiger Jade Crane Kung Fu have enhanced the explosive power and strengthened the body. Using the Eight Treasure Steps on this basis is quite effective. This should have the effect of driving away the cicadas with the Eight Steps Right?" Lu Sheng let go of his hand in satisfaction, but what he saw was a little sparrow that was squeezed into a bloody mess...
He suddenly became helpless.
"The footwork has been solved, it's time to try hard skills." Lu Sheng thought for a while, and in the past few months in Yanshan City, he also secretly investigated and inquired about the situation in the city.
There are not many masters along the mountain city, because the government is powerful and has more control over the people and horses in the rivers and lakes, so the masters here are more people in the officialdom and generals who lead troops.
Among them, the most famous one is Yiqi Qingfeng Jianlu City Bell. Compared to this person, the others are just foils, but Lu Chengzhong is already eighty-seven years old, and his three sons are all high-ranking officials in the city, so it is not easy to approach him for advice.
This was first ruled out by Lu Sheng.