Shifang Wusheng

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Wei He asked again.

"By the way, I'm going to go out in a few days. You should first experience what I said before."

"Okay, thank you Mr. Wei." Zhong Ling put his fists together and bowed seriously.

"Go down." Wei He waved his hand.

Looking at the more modern T-shirt and black trousers of the other party, he felt more and more that he was not far from the modern society.

Zhong Ling was about to step back.

"By the way, Mr. Wei, didn't you say before that you want to find the old man left over from the previous dynasty?"

"Well, I'm looking for it. But..." Wei He thought for a while, so what if he found it?

Who can survive from the last natural disaster without low cultivation and low blood?

Even if he has a genuine energy conversion device, these people are already old and have low potential, so what else can they do?

Thinking of this, he lost the idea of ​​looking for someone again.

After all, even if it is found, it is at best the strength of two bloods and three bloods.

This level, plus old age and frailty, what's the use in facing monsters?Send rations?

"Forget it, let this matter go. You go down first." Wei He said lightly.

"Yes." Zhong Ling nodded. He originally wanted to inform Wei He about the situation of his masters.

But now it seems that it is probably meaningless.

After bowing, Zhong Ling turned around and left slowly.

After leaving the Marshal's Mansion, he looked back at the somewhat empty mansion, got into his car, and rushed towards Zhong's Mansion.

Inside the Zhong Mansion, Zhong Jiuquan went out to buy goods, saying that he wanted to discuss a big deal, and he was not at home.

Instead, Zhong Yinxue was playing chess with his mother.

Zhong Ling had no interest in playing chess, so after taking a look, he prepared to take a shower and rest by himself.

"By the way, brother, you went to the Marshal's Mansion, did you see Master Mifang?" the younger sister Zhong Yinxue asked suddenly.

"No, what's the matter?" Zhong Ling asked puzzled.

"That's right, my friend, something happened at home, and I want to ask Master Mifang to help. Didn't he go to the Marshal's Mansion before? Brother, you have been going to the Marshal's Mansion to learn things recently, I just want to ask... "Zhong Yinxue explained.

"I never go to other yards, and Mr. Wei and I don't talk about other things." Zhong Ling shook his head.

"Really?" Zhong Yinxue asked in surprise.

She took a closer look at her brother, and found that in the past one month, he had grown significantly stronger.

"Brother, are you still learning martial arts and fighting? Is it useful to learn that? You don't work, and recently my father is forcing me to learn business management again."

"Why is it useless?" Zhong Ling smiled. "Since Dad asked you to learn more, you should take care of yourself, your brother and I may rely on you to support us in the future."

"Hehe, then just wait, when I take charge of all the property, I will give you a piece of pancake every day." Zhong Yinxue said unhappily.

This guy, put his own responsibility on others, do what he wants to do on his own, and want to take care of him in the future?

Dream it this is.

After taking a shower at home, Zhong Ling rushed towards the Zhou Family Martial Arts Hall again.

Today is the time to visit Zhou Xingtong again.

He has always respected this master who taught him a lot of practical experience.

In particular, Zhou Xingtong told him all his previous experience on how to avoid musket bullets and so on.

Each of these precious experiences exchanged with blood is absolutely precious.

So Zhong Ling always regarded himself as Zhou Xingtong's disciple.

After changing his clothes, Zhong Ling bought some gift boxes of fruit on the side of the road outside, and soon came to the Zhou family martial arts gym.

There were still no students in the hall, Zhou Xingtong half-lyed on the rattan chair, half-closed his eyes, looking at the white clouds floating in the sky, leisurely and at ease.

An old Taoist was sitting beside him, seeming to be muttering something, but he was actually knitting a sweater! ?

When Zhong Ling came in, he saw this scene.

"Xiao Ling is here? Find a place to sit by yourself." Zhou Xingtong casually said quite familiarly.

"Yes." Zhong Ling nodded.He carried the things and put them in the back room, and when he came out, he simply sat on the edge of the flower bed beside Zhou Xingtong.

The sun shone on the old and the young, and it was very warm and comfortable.

"Still practicing recently?" Zhou Xingtong glanced at Zhong Ling whose body shape had changed significantly, and asked casually.

"Well, I'm learning fighting with Mr. Wei from the Marshal's Mansion." Zhong Ling nodded and answered honestly.

"Don't want to think about the future?" Zhou Xingtong asked softly.

He is obviously a son of a rich family, but he doesn't want to inherit the family business. Instead, he struggles all day long and spends his time in martial arts and fighting.

"I never thought about it." Zhong Ling smiled, showing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Then have you ever thought about what you can do with what you have learned in the future?" Zhou Xingtong patted the armrest of the chair with his only left arm.

"Like my old man Zhou, find a place to open a martial arts gym? No one cares, no one takes care of you. Lonely?"

"Master Zhou, this is my childhood dream. No matter what I will face in the future, I will not regret it." Zhong Ling calmly replied with a restrained smile on his face.

"...You boy." Zhou Xingtong nodded slightly. "Unfortunately... I was born in the wrong era... If..."

"Mr. Wei often says the same thing as you." Zhong Ling laughed again. "But I've always heard you say how strong the first month was decades ago. It's impossible to see no traces now, right?"

"Mr. Wei?" Zhou Xingtong smiled, "Is this Mr. Wei the one you are following to learn boxing?"

"That's right, Mr. Wei's dabbling in martial arts is so extensive and complicated that it's beyond description for my disciples." Zhong Ling mentioned Wei He with a hint of reverence evident on his face.

He has never seen someone who has such a deep and comprehensive grasp of martial arts.

Such a person is enough to be called a master.

Zhou Xingtong didn't ask any more questions, but just sighed and turned his head.

"Hey old man, do you have anything special that you can teach my apprentice?"

He looked at the old man knitting a sweater beside him.

"Yes, Cyclone is legal, Mysterious Spirit Nine Stage Kungfu, Flying Body Technique, Heavenly Seal Nine Cuts. Which one do you want?" The old Taoist stopped his movements and responded casually.

"Tianyin Jiufa?" Zhong Ling was taken aback.I seem to have heard of this exercise somewhere.

"What?" Zhou Xingtong looked at the stunned apprentice.

"It's really a coincidence that the disciple is only with Mr. Wei, and he has also heard the name Tianyin Jiufa." Zhong Ling hesitated.

"Oh?" The old Taoist immediately put down his sweater, feeling a little interested. "This set of true skills may not be considered a big deal now, but not everyone could learn them decades ago. It seems that your new master should also be a master who learned at Tianyinmen back then."

"Tianyinmen..." Zhou Xingtong seemed to be lost in memory.

"Yes, Master Wei He also said that the Tianyin Jiufa gave him a very good foundation. So after simplifying this set of exercises, it is most suitable to lay the foundation for me." Zhong Ling replied easily .

"That's natural, the true skill of Tianyinmen...wait...who are you talking about just now..." Zhou Xingtong paused suddenly, and stood up straight from the chair like an electric shock.

Not only him, but the old Taoist beside him also looked serious.

"Master Wei Hewei?" Zhong Ling asked doubtfully, a little uneasy, not knowing what happened.

"Wei He!?" Zhou Xingtong felt his brain was about to explode.

"Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect of Tianyin Sect? The brutal chief general of the Great Moon Gathering Sand Army, who appears to be a son-in-law of the Great Moon, but is actually the generational Sect Master of the Xuanmiao Sect, that Wei He?"

"..." Zhong Ling looked confused.

Master, what are you talking about? ?These titles that sound so awesome, are they really that Master Wei He?

"He...why didn't he die??" The old Taoist beside him murmured and stood up at once.

"Yeah... You know, he was known as the strongest true blood genius in that era..." Zhou Xingtong closed his eyes, trying to calm down the shock in his heart.

He is very suspicious now that the other party either has the same name and surname, or is a disguised identity.

It seems that we must go to confirm in person!

If it is really that person... then he is a ruthless and ruthless hero...

Chapter 591

The full moon is in the sky.

To be a stranger in a foreign country alone, think of love every time during the festive season.

Wei He unconsciously recalled this poem.

Looking up at the bright moon in the night sky, he seemed to have flashed in his mind the scene when Senior Sister Yuanduzi taught him.

Yuan Duzi's perfect face gradually overlapped with the full moon in the sky, like an illusion.

In an instant, that beautiful face slowly transformed into Master Li Rong, his wife Wan Qingqing, and Princess Hanquan...

Familiar faces stared at Wei He, as if waiting for him to wake everyone up again.

He closed his eyes, feeling a sense of peace in his heart.

"Today's loneliness is just a short test."

He murmured softly.

"Wait, soon... soon we will meet again."

dong dong dong.

There was a slight knock on the door from the guards.

Since Wei He completely took over all military power in Ningzhou a few days ago, Chen Youguang has been placed under house arrest by him and is not allowed to go out at will.

All the senior generals under Chen Youguang were controlled by Wei He with poison.

If there is no fixed time to take the antidote, the internal organs will rot and die within three days.

Wei He didn't have time to slowly subdue these ordinary people.What he wants is obedience, absolute will during this time.

"What's the matter?" Wei He looked outside the courtyard gate.

"My lord, it's Zhong Ling who is here." The soldier replied quickly.

"Let him in." What Wei He sensed was not just Zhong Ling.But he believed in this newly accepted outer disciple, and similarly, he also had absolute confidence in himself.

The iron door was slowly pushed open, without the creaking and friction sound of ancient times. In today's era, such doors have long been eliminated.

Soon, Zhong Ling led the other two old people into the yard.

"Mr. Wei." Zhong Ling took the lead in bowing to Wei He.

"It's so late and you don't go back to rest, what are you doing here?" Wei He asked, but his eyes fell on the other two.

There is no doubt that these two people should be the real reason why Zhong Ling came to visit so late.

Of the two old men, one had a broken right arm, the other wore a Taoist robe and a goatee.

As soon as the two of them came in, they stared fixedly at Wei He, as if they were identifying something.

Wei He stared at the two people vaguely, feeling a little familiar.

Zhong Ling also noticed something strange, but since he brought someone here, a basic introduction is still required.

"Mr. Wei, these two are the martial arts masters that my disciple taught before, this one is called Zhou Xingtong..."

call! !

At this moment, an invisible air flow spread and blown away from Wei He.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes were like lightning, and he stared at the one-armed old man for an instant.

An invisible sense of depression suddenly interrupted Zhong Ling's subsequent words.

He gasped for breath, and took a step back involuntarily in fright.

There was no sound in the yard, not even the insects dared to make a sound.

The air seemed to be tightly blocked by a huge cover, and after only blowing for a moment, it immediately stagnated and flowed, appearing oppressive and dull.