In the afternoon, the men sent by Tie Zhongtang went straight to the Lanxiu Pavilion to explain everything that happened in the past two days. Even though what Meng Xidi did did not make Tie Zhongtang unhappy, he still had to beat him hard no matter what. No matter how you act, if you go beyond the rules, you will still go beyond the rules. No matter how good your intentions are, you will not be exempt from punishment.
But what makes Meng Xidi most suspicious is that even though the visitor's words were quite unpleasant, until they left, they never mentioned anything about how to fill the money account. They just said that the matter was done very poorly. As for how to deal with Biqiong, Not a word was mentioned.
"Excuse me, I'd like to ask the slave family how Master Tie Duo will handle this matter. After all, using one's position for personal gain should be considered a serious offense in the Boyu Gang. However, Bi Qiong is still young and her ideas are mine. Don't embarrass her. ." Meng Xidi gritted her teeth and asked this question at the last moment.
If you offend Tiezhongtang, not to mention wanting to redeem yourself, I am afraid that when you are very old and retire, you may not be able to get the money. The rest of your life will be extremely miserable, since you will definitely not be able to get out of this brothel. , it would be better to shoulder another crime for Bi Qiong.
The man with a lean face smiled when he heard the words, and glanced at Meng Xidi's trembling chest, "The accounts of Lanxiu Pavilion are under the control of Master Yun. Since he has never taught you to complete the accounts, I am just a helper. How dare you point fingers, but Master Yun also mentioned it before. If Master Meng Ting is not at fault, it is because he did not teach the girl Bi Qiong to distinguish right from wrong. She fell into the scheme of others without knowing it. If it happens again in the future, If this happens, you need to think twice before acting.”
"Besides, without even being able to distinguish between right and wrong, he is willing to take risks for someone who has nothing to do with him. Even if he is stained with red dust, his thoughts are not too bad."
Until a long time after the lean man left, Meng Xidi never came back to his senses. She stared steadily at the spring sun outside and didn't say a word for a long time.
But from that day on, Meng Xidi, who had never cared about people coming from outside and was hiding in the fourth floor, often looked out the window, especially in the south of the city, and often called Bi Qiong over. Although the latter still didn't know The young man died tragically outside the city and became thinner day by day. However, after a few months, he had calmed down.
The meaning of Yun Zhong's words is quite clear, and he does not pursue it. He just wants to learn from Bi Qiong what it means when Bi Qiong leaves here. The world is difficult and people's hearts are unpredictable.
It has been three or five days since I came back to Lingzilou from Tiezhongtang. During this period, the boy would often see the waiter in Lingzilou, who came to the door with a shameless face. Ling Tengqi seemed to have made up his mind to teach this young man. With a few skilled fists and kicks, he persevered and even spent a lot of money to buy two good knives from Dahuchao Pavilion, which made Yun Zhong feel a little apologetic. Seeing that the meridians were difficult to repair, he had no choice but to take advantage of the noon hour, pick up the long sword, close the door, and then go up to the Lingzi Tower.
"The sun comes out from the west today, why do you think of coming here?" Before he even approached the gate of Lingzilou, Yun Zhong saw the old shopkeeper squatting on the steps in front of the door, and a few guests came in. Building, everyone couldn't help but take a second look at the old man sitting at the threshold. If it weren't for the fact that he was so well-dressed, he might have been regarded as a beggar walking around the streets, which made Yun Zhong smile bitterly.
"We have an appointment, how can we break it?" The young man was not particular about it. He lifted up the hem of his robe and sat on the steps. He looked at the dead trees sprouting in the streets and alleys, as fresh as a woman in the winter moon taking off her heavy robe. , then combed her rosy lips and combed her temples, her heart felt so comfortable.
The old man laughed silently and bumped his shoulder against the young man's arm, "Nonsense, how can you know my temper? Even if you refuse to learn my inner martial arts, when that girl comes, you will definitely not know how to do it." After confessing that you went to a brothel, you might as well tell me how you figured it out."
The young man finally blew in the spring breeze and closed his eyes to rest, but he was disturbed by the old man. He replied angrily, "Idle time is idle. I will learn your old skills. In the future, when the sun sets, I can always keep fit and prolong life. It's good. Good."
Having been in the Boyu Gang for a long time, the young man has long been familiar with the twists and turns in speech. He does not speak directly, but slightly hides his true intention. Although it sounds strange, it is much better than speaking directly. But even so, the old man still glared. He took a look at the back of the young man's head and knocked it with his knuckles. "Do you really think that I fought with all my strength before? I was just showing courtesy to the younger generation. How can I become an old man in your eyes?" Are you bad at kung fu? I have nothing to do today, so let’s compete again.”
The young man waved his hands again and again, "Don't mention me, please don't mention me. Your martial arts skills are world-class, but after all, you are already old. If you move your waist and legs, it is not worth it. The younger generation should learn from you and don't stretch your muscles and bones."
This is annoying, even in the entire Nangong Mountain, Yun Zhong can be regarded as the number one scholar, and he has no opponent.
In addition to the bamboo forest behind the building, there was another bamboo forest, but the old man still chose a place far away from the Lingzi Building. After standing there first, he waved to the young man in front of him, "You kid, if you don't beat me up today, If you have a slanted nose and slanted eyes, you have to take away what you just said, do you dare?"
The young man couldn't laugh or cry at this, but he still took off the sword from his waist, hesitated for a moment, and finally raised his hand to cut off a bamboo tree, cut two or three swords into bamboo swords, and stood aside the long sword that swallowed water and fire. Stand upright holding a piece of bamboo.
"Worried about hurting my old bones?" Contrary to the young man's expectation, the old man was not angry, and he never cursed his mother. Instead, he said calmly, "When people fight to the death in the rivers and lakes, have they ever said the word fairness? Swords and swords are incomparable." How can you be merciful with your eyes? I might as well put my thoughts aside and don't make people angry."
At the time when the old man said this, the spring breeze in February was cutting the ends of his hair, and it was cold and chilly. For some reason, just by standing where he was, the aura around him was rising straight up. He was clearly invisible and unstoppable, but it still made Yun Zhong frown slightly.
The young man brushed off the pieces of bamboo, respectfully clasped his fists in salute, picked up the sword again, and held his breath while concentrating.
But the old man's punch still hit the sword head hard. Even though the young man had no intention of giving in, this punch still came like a wild horse. It passed by in a flash and knocked the young man back. He walked two feet away and smashed six or seven pieces of bamboo and wood before he could stop himself. His throat was fishy and sweet, and he almost spit out blood.
Looking at the old man at this moment, there is nothing like the three-legged cat Kung Fu of the past few days. He is clearly a tiger that travels through the mountains and a dragon that goes down the stream. His fists are horizontally placed in front of his Dantian, and the fists are divided up and down. The posture is quite strange.
"I once went to Taoist Buddhism, rowed a boat to ride the waves, and went to the East Islands and several places in Daliang, in order to one day unleash the heaviest fist in the world, not to mention the bamboo forest, even if there were great mountains lying in front of me, Isn't it a pleasure to be born with one punch and make the mountain fall apart?"
The old man's unrestrained laughter shook the bamboo forest and frightened countless birds.
Yun Zhong was surprised, but when he saw the old man raising his fists, he immediately ignored his other thoughts and endured the pain of incomplete meridian. The inner energy flowed through seven Lancang water and gathered in Dantian. Three invisible invisible sword energy broke through. Countless bamboo leaves scattered around suddenly rushed in front of the old man, heading straight for his arms and shoulders.
Lancang water can barely support the flow of sword energy. Although it is not as powerful as before, it is still sharp. Even though Yun Zhong has suffered a lot just now, he still has not let the sword energy go straight to the old man's vital parts. It is to choose two places that are quite restrictive and go straight there.
The sword energy shattered, but the old man only used one punch to smash all the sword energy in front of him, which seemed to be flying swallows into the sky.
It wasn't until this happened that Yun Zhong saw clearly Ling Tengqi's fists with their bone tips already flattened. With just one punch, he crushed the sword energy and knocked the fallen bamboo leaves around him into the air. They rose up again and lingered around his body for a long time. .
"Who said you can't kill someone without the tip of your fist?" The old man laughed boldly, and punched in the air. All the bamboo leaves around him came together, and all the rivers returned to the sea. They all wrapped around the wind of the fist, turning into a strip that was more than ten feet long. The long and narrow path of bamboo leaves was shattered in an instant, but the sound of screaming and whistling followed by the wind of fists piercing the air. The whole sea of bamboo was like a flying bear that could walk in, churning and tumbling, and littering everywhere.
The two of them sat next to each other. The young man was lucky enough to spit out the mouthful of blood that had accumulated in his chest. He finally felt much more comfortable. He leaned against the bamboo tree, and the shock in his heart still lingered.
The punch that just passed through the bamboo sea for more than ten feet, if it hit really close, I'm afraid it would have to be punched through the belly and intestines even in the third realm. Boxing is afraid of young people. I don't know why. The old man clearly knows that his energy and blood are no longer as strong as when he was young. However, the power of these punches can really penetrate mountains and split rivers.
"I learned Neijiaquan when I was six years old. When I was twelve years old, I went out on my own to visit teachers to find the way. When I was in my prime, I traveled through three realms. When I was not yet thirty years old, I stole the lessons from my teacher at the entrance of Daomen, Buddhist Gate and Shuchang. He even went so far as to punt a boat to the Eastern Islands, which was regarded as a barbarian land, and stole or robbed them. After exhausting his fist skills in many places, he had such a strong internal martial art today. ." After the old man took action, his face became much grayer for some reason. He reluctantly pushed himself up and sat up. He picked a bamboo leaf from anywhere and put it in his mouth to chew. He spoke as if he was talking about everyday things, "Originally, after entering the four realms, I have already... I have touched the threshold of the Five Realms, and have even stepped halfway through. I plan to give this boxing technique a famous name, establish a sect, and call it Baichuan, but I don't want to end up in this situation."
The young man was puzzled, but before he could say anything, the old man waved his hand and said, "Let's talk about the rest later. Is it enjoyable to watch today's boxing?"
Yun Zhong pressed his still painful chest and grinned bitterly, "Of course it's enjoyable."
"My disciple, now he has become a disciple, and the way forward is entirely up to him. As for you, a good-natured boy, it seems that the meridians are quite poor just now. If you learn my internal martial arts, no matter what, You won’t suffer any loss.” The old man teased, “At least you can always keep fit and live longer.”
Only then did Yun Zhong remember it, scratched his head and said shyly: "I originally thought you were really serious about the Three-Legged Cat Kung Fu, so you were afraid of getting hurt, so you made a sword out of bamboo pieces. Now that I think about it, it's really inappropriate."
"You are right, but in the world of martial arts, there is no need to be honest and upright in everything. You don't have to use underhanded tricks, but you must know them. This is why you must be on guard against others, and you must not have the intention of harming others."
"What is the name of your inner martial arts boxing?"
"It has no name or surname. Even my unlucky disciple has never given this fist a name. As long as it can be played freely, it must be a nameless one. If you can get up to the fifth realm in the future, give me a name." , it doesn’t matter.”
After chatting for a while, the young man talked about why his meridians were damaged, and also mentioned that he had killed many people who could not help themselves. His words were quite natural, but after a few sticks of incense, Ling Tengqi realized that his body was damaged. The young man next to him stopped talking and looked over with a frown, only to realize that the latter had fallen asleep at some point. His eyes were black and blue, it was clear that he had not had a good rest for many days.
Everything is difficult for people in this world, not to mention that today's young people's bodies appear to be no different from ordinary people, but internally their meridians are dilapidated and withered, just like the late autumn, when they are poor and strapped, and their families are devastated.
The old man looked the young man up and down, and finally came to some understanding as to why this boy was quite close to him when he first came to Huixi. Although he often made jokes and was harsh with others, he was still a close friend.
We are both fallen people at the end of the world, and we share the same illness and pity each other.
