The spring dew is rich.
At a time when fish bellies are not yet visible on the horizon, in the bedroom of Huchao Pavilion, a young man sat up, frowning, and raised his fists to take a closer look. However, there were deep horizontal and vertical lines on them, most of which were oozing with blood, slightly open. Okay, I gasped in pain, and I didn't care about anything else. I simply put on my clothes and got up, and groped my way outside to apply medicine, so as not to cause the injured area to become red, swollen and pus-producing, and to delay my boxing and palm training.
Yesterday, the young man came out of the Bamboo Sea and encountered the Wo Niu Stone again. He originally thought that the two bamboo fists would be invincible, but now it was replaced by the Wa Niu Stone, which was as long as a person and waist high, and could only be hit with eight or nine punches. , even though I couldn't hold it straight, my fists were trembling, and the calluses accumulated in the past few days have now burst open, blooming countless blood flowers. The original body was white and lying on the cow stone, before the flowers bloomed in early spring, they bloomed. Full of vermilion. Yun Zhong also had a good grasp of Ling Tengqi's temperament. He could make jokes or quarrel over drinks on weekdays. He was not at all like a senior figure in the world of martial arts or a spiritual master who could make his face red-faced over just two or three bottles of wine. , but when it comes to practicing boxing, the old man's kind face can't help but become cold and hard. Even if he saw with his own eyes a blood flower three to five palms wide blooming on the Wo Niu stone, he never asked the young man to rest for a while, but He cursed one after another: If the punch was thrown out faster and it was so weak, how could it kill someone.
In fact, Ling Tengqi's move is already a bit of a trick. As mentioned before, the energy contained in the fist should first penetrate from the skin into the blood, and then travel into the tendons and bones. When the muscles and bones are in season, only by cracking open monuments and cracking stones can you achieve success. Now Yun Zhong has only learned boxing for more than ten years. He can only practice the power of the boxing into the skin and flesh, but it cannot be transformed into the blood. The old man is lying. At that time, he could already crack the monument and crack the stone. With just two or three punches, even the most solid bluestone road in the capital would have some cracks.
Yun Zhong had no idea that this old man who had always despised lying was actually deliberately deceiving him. After two days of continuous stone-breaking, the smooth Wo Niu stone was stained with a layer of deep vermilion and the cocoon skin was broken. There is no more movement, the silence is as before, and there is nothing to do at the moment, unstoppable, frost pouring, and drinking wine to lead to Qiu Lake. Yun Zhong is thinking about where the mistake is in this boxing method. After all, it should not be him who sees the huge boulder in front of him. , I had already lost my courage before taking action, but I asked myself again, there was no mistake in the method, even the force of the punch was three to five minutes more than when hitting the bamboo, but the lying cow stone didn't move at all.
The young man calmed down and applied the medicinal powder. Then he boiled a pot of boiling water and sprinkled 10% of the medicinal powder into the pot. He waited until nearly half of the pot of boiling water was consumed before pouring it into a tea cup. He held the cup and opened it. The pavilion door, and then simply sat on the threshold, looking at the long street before waking up, with a calm expression.
It was a time when the whole capital had not yet woken up. In the eyes of the young man, it was actually more pleasant to see than the bustling time. There were no cars, horses, and people, and the birds in the deep forests around the capital finally had a break. He can fly into the stable or in front of the courtyard gate, peck out two grains, jump around and stretch his wings, call his friends with a crisp cry, the bluestone path is covered with spring dew, the lantern is extinguished early, and is fluttering in the wind, just looking at this. This scene, for the young man who is in the capital, but may not be a little happy, is already a hard-earned leisure time in this day.
Anyone who practices boxing feels that his muscles and bones are tired, and anyone who practices swords always feels that the sword is as heavy as a thousand pieces. Not to mention that after drinking, he feels that he is having fun in the autumn lake. Not to mention that looking at the scenery like this is really uneasy. There are all kinds of rare things in the world that can be bought without giving money, and there is no extreme state that can be obtained by just wandering around and playing around all day long. Everyone knows the truth here, but it is difficult to reach the sky if you really start to do it. .
Usually the Huchao Pavilion opens very late in the season, and there is no business at all. Although there are martial arts practitioners in the capital, few can afford the price of the swords in the Huchao Pavilion, not to mention that it is now a Bo The Fish Gang is the only one in the family, and there are not many martial arts practitioners outside the gang. Let alone save several years of drinking money, come to the Huchao Pavilion to pick a good knife. Secondly, because of the Huchao Pavilion, Yun Zhong has always been the only one in charge. Since the young man learned boxing, he would often go to the bamboo forest outside Lingzi Tower to practice boxing when it was dark. There was no one to look after him, so he had to be more careful and lock the door until noon. After that, the store will be open for another two or three hours, and then closed again.
But today is different. When the sky was still dark, someone came to Huchao Pavilion to report that several people were attacked in the village outside the city. No one was killed, but it was clearly confusing. The most strange thing was that, Among the people watching the night, some people saw with their own eyes that Pang Qingfeng was also safe and sound. He had already left the thatched cottage early today and went to the tavern with sleepy eyes. He was the same as usual, but his expression was much better than usual, and he was slightly happy. The color of pleasure.
Ling Tengqi also woke up from his sleep and came together with the person who reported the news. He was obviously very angry and scolded the old thief in Qice Mansion for being such a thing and disturbing people's sleep. He couldn't help but push Yun Zhong away. Returning to the house, he went to investigate on his own, and by the way, he attached the second volume of the formation to Pang Qingfeng, which allowed Yun Zhong to rest well, warm up his injuries, and postpone his boxing practice for a day. It's a break.
Therefore, it was rare for Yun Zhong to sleep peacefully. It was not until this scene that he remembered that the civet cat on the wall across the street from Lingzi Tower had not yet been fed. Even though he had opened the door of the pavilion, he sat at the threshold with the soup and medicine in his hands and waited.
Somehow, maybe before practicing boxing these days, the young man would start early and wait in front of the Lingzi Building. The old cat is also smart. Whenever he sees Yun Zhong's figure, he can always stretch his waist and jump off the wall. , came to the young man's knees, rubbed his soft cheeks, and begged for a few fish. After eating and drinking, he jumped on the young man's knees, had a good nap, and stayed there until Yunzhong and Ling Tengqi went to practice. After punching him, he lazily stood up and continued to jump back to the low wall to rest in twos and twos.
It was the same today. The young man didn't arrive, and the civet cat was tired of waiting, but he came to the door on his own. He happened to see the young man sitting on the threshold with a few fish beside him. He squawked with joy twice, and then went to eat. He got up and let the young man free his left hand to stroke the fur, but he didn't show any resistance at all.
"It's not a bad thing to have another acquaintance in the capital." Seeing the civet cat eating happily, Yun Zhong also smiled slightly. When he looked at the long street again, his expression was stagnant.
Yesterday, Yan Jiaqing sent Qingque to deliver a letter, which contained four simple words: Don't mess with Hong Yi.
The woman was dressed in red, and she looked like a rolling fire. It was clear that there were no lights on the street, and the sky was still dark, but it was still dazzling. The sound of horse hooves was scattered, and it stopped just ten feet in front of the young man.
"This store has a very good plaque on it. May I ask what kind of items it sells? The capital will be ignorant for a long time, so please forgive me for speaking bluntly." The woman got off her horse, tied the horse herself, and stepped forward with a knife.
"The sword is like the tide of a lake, calm when it is still, and like a tide when it moves." Yun Zhong still held the tea cup, his expression unchanged.
Hearing this, the woman nodded slightly, stopped talking, and stepped straight into the Huchao Pavilion.
"Business is coming, will you always come with me, or will you go back to rest on the low wall?" Yun Zhong rubbed the civet cat's forehead and asked with a smile. The civet cat had no intention of leaving, but also strutted over the threshold. , went to the seat in the middle of Huchao Pavilion and looked at it curiously.
Although the sword in the pavilion has never been sold, and it faces the official road and often collects dust, Yun Zhong cleans it carefully every three to five days, and it still looks like new.
Du Ruhui picked up the long knife facing the main entrance of Huchao Pavilion, pulled the knife out of its sheath, and looked at the lamp that Yun Zhong had just lit. The cold light of the blade had not disappeared even a little bit, and it was the most chilly. Everyone in the world says that a sword is best when it shines like water, but this long sword with a plain white scabbard has an edge as cold as ice.
"My guest has extraordinary eyesight. This sword is called frost. It is better because of its sharp light. During the frost season, it is sometimes much colder than the middle of winter." I don't know when Yun Zhong has already lit the lamp and sat on the chair in the middle of Huchao Pavilion. , picked up the civet cat, kneaded the latter's soft skin until it became crooked, and took a moment to say something while busy.
"It's too cold, so Xia Shi took advantage of it." Du Ruhui returned the knife to its sheath and shook her head. Then she pulled out the knife closest to the young man, but did not take the sheath. Instead, she drew the knife straight, and the light of the knife flashed. , the civet cat suddenly barked twice, seemingly slightly frightened, and stared at the ungrateful woman in red.
Yun Zhong did not move, his expression was still as if he was just waking up from a dream, quite lazy. When he saw the woman pulling out the knife, he smiled bitterly, "The guest officer saw that the right hand of the knife was calloused, but the left hand was like an ordinary person's. , I think I can’t use this knife anymore, so I might as well try another one.”
Du Ruhui was puzzled, but Yun Zhong suddenly lowered his head from the scabbard and took out the short sword. Even compared to the long sword, the light of the sword was still more eye-catching, but when he swung it, it was as light as a swallow, which did not add to the eyesight. , it is actually difficult to distinguish the number of sword techniques.
"The long sword is called the abandoned horse, and the short sword is called the soldier noble. On the surface, the abandoned horse is the most powerful and the sword light is the most distinct. In fact, the killing move lies in the soldier noble. If the guest is good at using two-handed swords, these two swords The sword is considered to be among the top three swords in Huchao Pavilion. Although it has only been newly forged for more than half a year, it is still quite handy."
Du Ruhui looked at this ordinary-looking young man again.
"I didn't expect that the master of the Huchao Pavilion is so skilled. I heard that he often goes to the dilapidated tavern near the official road to drink. When we meet in the future, we have a good drink." She is clearly a woman whose appearance and figure can surpass most of the courtesans in the capital. The coldness in the words made the young man frown. However, Yun Zhong did not become angry, but handed the short sword forward.
"To say it is suitable, the knife on the guest officer's waist is much better than the best in the shop. But since I want to come here to buy a knife, I must feel that the word "suitable" is not necessarily the best. There are always pawns that are more expensive, and there are always others. The clothes are light and the horse is light, this set of knives is free."
Du Ruhui looked at the young man, only to find that the latter's fists were covered with a thick layer of medicinal powder, and hanging on his waist was a long sword that looked like water and fire. It looked strange.
When the woman left, Huchao Pavilion lacked a set of good knives called abandoned horses, and there was a bag of silver in front of the door.
The young man picked up the cloth bag and smiled happily.
