In the world of martial arts, the weak eat the strong. Among decent sects, the highest level are those lucky stars who inexplicably jump out of the mountains, the sky or foreign lands, and then pick up martial arts secrets everywhere. After practicing for one year, they are better than others for a hundred years, and they are surrounded by many women.
This is probably a mockery from the gods to ordinary people like me who work hard every day to exercise. Next are the big sects such as Shaolin and Wudang, and then the small sects like the one I am in. A weak sect with only master, master, and apprentice.
The master and his wife adopted me as an orphan and taught me since I was a baby. Master Ma Su’s father was killed by demons from the Demon Cult when I was a child, and my wife raised me by herself.
After the death of my master and my wife, I was lucky to have a beautiful senior sister. She had a simple appearance, fair and rosy skin, a slender waist, slender legs, and long hair shawl. When she walked, she had a swaying posture that made people look back again and again. Watch.
Whenever my junior brother had a fever and fell ill, I didn't know why he must not be staying in an inn, but sleeping in a dilapidated temple in the middle of the night. Speaking of which, there are so many dilapidated temples in the world. The two of us shared a quilt, and my senior sister always told me that it would be better if I baked it and sweated it out, because many times, there is really no human habitation within ten miles of this place. Where to find a doctor, this primitive method is the only one. .
The senior sister has a sweet scent and her skin feels white and smooth. I always like to put her lotus arms on my forehead. The cold skin makes the heat on my body subside a lot.
Two people walking around the world are called chivalrous things, but in fact they are nomads without a job, and of course they have no income. The big sects always have a lot of land and can make a living by collecting rent. Not to mention those lucky stars, there are people everywhere actively vying to give them money.
My senior sister is a very smart woman. She always holds my hand and leads me through the forest paths and over the mountains, chasing the lucky stars in the martial arts world. Wherever they go, there is always a typhoon passing through. No matter whether the good or evil faction encounters them, there is no benefit. The beautiful women are taken into the harem after being fucked, and the men are killed or injured.
And these poor people are the backers of their lives! I am usually responsible for the non-dangerous task of searching for corpses. I take out the money bags of people who are still warm and bleeding, and whose faces have just turned from the living to the dead, and collect their martial arts secrets. When it comes to martial arts secrets, the smart wife can always tell you how much money they are worth, and you can only sell more or less.
One time, the junior brother found a martial arts secret book. The senior sister's watery eyes immediately shone and said: "Junior brother! Now we are rich. From now on, we can live in an inn every day instead of always sleeping in a ruined temple!" But ten green onions! Holding the martial arts secret book in her jade fingers, she immediately sighed and said: "It's a pity that there is only half of it. It has moves but no inner skills."
The senior sister said with a naughty smile: "You think that practicing martial arts is to strengthen your body, so you can do what is said in such unknown secret books." The junior brother said in a panic: "These are all Shi Tingxie's who usually fight against each other. The person who sent me said that I didn’t do anything bad.” After thinking deeply for a while, the senior sister said: “Junior brother, you have reminded me, how can anyone dare to practice such a terrible thing! Hehe.” Then the senior sister rarely made a generous move. Then I checked into the inn, revised my internal skills and mental methods, and wrote the second half of this book myself. Then I danced with joy and said to Jiarong: "I will sell this magic skill right now. It's enough for the living expenses of the two of us for three years." The junior brother was immediately frightened and said to his wife: "How can this be done! If it is exposed, we will be hunted to the bottom of the sky by people who buy books." Senior sister led He said with a sly smile: "There are many lustful men in the world! There are few who love power, and even fewer martial arts idiots who love martial arts. With this book, most of the lustful men will not dare to practice in the palace." Senior sister sold this Sunflower Book for 10,000 taels, and since then no one has really caused any trouble for us because of this book.
It's a pity that they think they are always decent people, the kind who are loyal and upright, and almost end up begging for food. Most of the 10,000 taels were distributed to the poor we rescued during our heroic acts of justice. Contribute money and effort! The hardest people in the world are the knights who bring it upon themselves. Whenever this happens, I always envy those gangsters, demonic cults and evil sects who do evil things.
A shrewd senior sister can often see through a junior brother's thoughts, and this time is no exception. She said gently and kindly: "The more money you make, the more money you can make! If we didn't act chivalrously, you little devil would have starved to death on the roadside long ago. How could you still..." Are you so old? Don't be so young and narrow-minded, and be as generous as your master." As for those who were injured, if they were decent people, the senior sister would always bandage them first, and then cook medicine for them to drink. Only then did he ask for the expensive soup and medicine at a ridiculous price. If you are a member of an evil sect, this is the time for us to eliminate demons and defend the way. The people in their evil sect are usually very popular and popular, but now the situation is reversed, and it is only fair and just for the white way to kill the underworld!
However, the senior sister was kind-hearted and would defeat her opponents. When she put her sword on their necks, she would always persuade them with persuasive words: "We are decent people. We are here to protect the weak and protect the weak, not to enjoy killing. If If you are willing to change your ways since the ruins of martial arts and donate your property to the poor people in the world to atone for your sins, we can spare your life." If the other party is willing to use money to save his life, the master's wife will certainly take some of it and use it as a knight. Funding for righteousness. This is definitely not a robbery, it is a voluntary donation!
When walking in the rivers and lakes, you will often pass through uninhabited wilderness. In this case, it would be a coincidence to find some clear river or lake with crystal clear water. Maybe there is enough rain in the Central Plains! It shouldn't be a coincidence set up by the great god who controls the fate of the world behind the scenes to satisfy his own desire for voyeurism.
The junior brother has no memory of his master and his wife. He died too early. Since he was young, his junior brother has been accustomed to bathing with his senior sister in rivers or lakes. Because my junior brother is young, my senior sister is afraid that I will be bitten by a snake. Secondly, I am afraid that some crazy martial arts idiot will pass me by. He will kidnap me and insist on accepting me as his apprentice, saying that I have a wonderful physique and great talent.
Most people think that martial arts must be like this, but Wu Changkong doesn't think so. The world he sees from his eyes is plain, but also extraordinary. It is both true and false.
Wu Changkong sat down in the inn and ordered a few dishes. He didn't find it funny when he saw the words and emotions of the junior brother and senior sister who were talking just now. He thought to himself: "I'm dreaming! And I'll give you tons of silver!"
Sure enough, as soon as he finished saying this, someone came to the door.
The person who came had a loud voice, opened the curtain door and came in, "Shopkeeper, bring me a pot of wine and two hot dishes."
Then he went to the sister and brother just now. It could be seen that this sister and brother had been staying out for a long time and ate very delicious food.
One of the big men was eight feet away, wearing a hero's cloak and a sword under his ribs. He looked at the young man and said, "Your boy's name is Li Yuanyang, right! Look at the senior sister next to him, what is your name Liu Piao?" Is that so, Xu? It’s so unethical to write a fake secret book and go to the world to deceive people. It’s the same profession that comes to you.”
Junior brother Li Yuanyang stood up in a moment, straightened his waist and said without fear: "I will scare you by telling you the name of our sect, Liu Chunqing Ling."
oh! The big man nodded: "Your master is Liu Qing! It's a pity that he died young and has little reputation in the world. I've never heard of Li Yuanyang like you. I'm here today to kill you. Since you let me Several people from the martial arts world have lost important parts of their body after practicing this martial art. Today, I will kill you on behalf of the Yamen."
When Li Yuanyang heard about the Yamen, his straight back just now became a little soft.
His senior sister felt that she had some experience in martial arts.
You have no proof, but do you have a government certificate or identity document?
