Lao Chu's kick may take Feng Taoist half a lifetime to heal, and the rest of his life.
As for the first half of his life, what he healed was the big-eared melon seed that Lao Chu had at the foot of Sandaoyinmen Mountain.
The Feng Dao man was carried away. The two men were like dragging a dog to death. Each one grabbed a leg and was dragged back to the bedroom by this guy. When they went up the steps, the Feng Dao man was lying on the ground as if he wanted to get high. He had no idea. A little "bang bang bang".
He Jizhen rubbed his chest and followed in. After Tan Ma left, he closed the door with his backhand.
Feng Taoist, who was still unconscious on the ground, suddenly sat up as if he was dead.
"He...he is so..."
He Jizhen didn't look surprised. He knew that Feng Taoist was pretending to be faint.
Feng Taoist's face turned pale, and he sat there with a face full of doubts about life. He didn't know how to describe it.
After He Jizhen pulled Feng Taoist up, he said with a smile: "There are two matches left, do you still want to fight?"
The Feng Taoist's head shook like a rattle.
This is not two fights left. This is two forced fights, or two kicks left. You can't survive even one fight.
Holding his burning abdomen, Feng Daoren endured the severe pain and sat on the bed.
"Uncle Master, that's all. That Chu Wensheng is not a human being."
Feng Taoist nodded repeatedly, he thought so too.
"But he is just a general in the army. Why is his skill so terrifying?"
Feng Taoist breathed in the cold air and glanced at the redness and swelling on his abdomen: "When I grabbed the weapon from my uncle, my uncle wanted to compete with his wrist strength, but when his strength reached his shoulders, he had already kicked him over. He was extremely fast. This person... this person How could it be so powerful?"
"I don't know, but I feel like he hasn't really learned Kung Fu. Even if he has, he is just a master of boxing and kicking, and can't see any rules."
"But... it shouldn't be like this."
Feng Taoist recalled the "fierce" battle just now, with a look of fear on his face: "If that kick had been two inches higher, Master, Master, I will definitely die or be disabled."
"What happened back then?"
He Jizhen pulled out the baggage from under the bed, took out two small pills and threw them to Taoist Feng: "Talk to my nephew."
"Your father never mentioned it?"
"I mentioned it, why didn't I mention it, but he just said that I should practice martial arts hard and one day avenge him for that half-sword. After that, I always asked, but dad didn't want to talk more. Every time he mentioned it, his face was filled with despair. Then he started forcing me to practice martial arts."
He Jizhen got angry when he mentioned this. You were beaten. You just practiced martial arts diligently, but you forced me every day?
"Yes, many brothers and sisters are unwilling to talk more about this matter."
Feng Daoren showed a recalling look: "What happened twenty-seven years ago, Qiu... By the way, how old is the Chu family boy this year?"
"Twenty-five, I will be twenty-five by autumn."
"That's it. After Chu Wensheng injured many disciples in the sect, he threatened that if he couldn't find the spirit master's nephew in half a year, he would kill the three hidden sects with blood. After that, the old sect master sent his disciples to find Yu Taoist and the spirit master. Nephew."
"Did you find it?"
"I think I found it. Two years later, Taoist Yu went up to the mountain and took a lot of medicines. They were all high-quality medicinal materials for tonic. They should be used for abortion. I think the spiritual master's nephew had already found Chu Wensheng. Chu Wensheng Never seen again.”
He Jizhen smoothed over the timeline: "Twenty-seven years ago, or more, Senior Sister Ling got acquainted with Chu Wensheng. After that, Senior Sister left Chu Wensheng and traveled around the world with Uncle Yu. At that time, Uncle Master, you had just entered the inner sect. Chu Wensheng went to the mountain gate without knowing the whereabouts of the spiritual master. My grandfather looked for Master Yu. Master Yu asked Senior Sister Ling to look for Chu Wensheng and asked him not to come to our mountain gate again to cause trouble. At that time, Senior Sister Ling became pregnant. , are you pregnant with Chu Qing?"
"How does uncle know the details here?"
"That's not right. Didn't Chu Qing say that his father Chu Wensheng never saw Senior Sister Ling again?"
Feng Daoren thought about it, Chu Qing did say such a thing.
In fact, it was not Chu Qing who deceived the two of them, but Chu Wensheng who deceived Chu Qing.
After leaving the Three Hidden Gates, Chu Wensheng met the eldest princess more than once. He met her six times intermittently for two years. However, these six times were extremely short-lived and at night, and Lao Chu showed almost no resistance. He lay flat on his back, so he couldn't say anything. If he did, it would be embarrassing. It was those six short "meetings" that gave Chu Qing the chance to come to this world.
"If you don't talk about this, uncle, tell me what happened back then. How did Chu Wensheng attack more than 300 disciples of our sect?"
He Ji was really curious. At first, he didn't believe it at all. The so-called wild man in the forest attacked so many disciples. He thought it was pure nonsense. But today, after seeing Chu Wensheng directly shot into the wall by Feng Taoist , he believed it.
Feng Taoist let out a long sigh and showed a look of reminiscence. His face was full of bitterness that he couldn't bear to look back on.
"Uncle Master, I just entered the inner sect back then. I had great talent and good bones. Master accepted me as a closed disciple..."
He Jizhen said angrily: "Aren't you the one with the worst talent among the inner sect? Uncle Master, can you stop bragging?"
"Why do you think, uncle, my cultivation has become inferior to that of other fellow apprentices in the inner sect?"
He Jizhen was shocked: "I was beaten by Chu Wensheng!"
"It's not just me who has inner demons. I don't know how many disciples who devote themselves to Taoism have inner demons because of Chu Wensheng."
He Jizhen suddenly realized.
He has always believed that although Feng Dao people may not have the best foundation and understanding, they must be the most diligent.
As long as in the mountain gate, others practice swords for three hours, Feng Taoist practices for six hours, and he is always more than twice as diligent as others, at least twice as hard as others. Later, he became the four great elders of the younger generation. The disciples all thought that Feng Taoist was caused by hard work, but now they realize that it is impossible without hard work, and they have been beaten to a psychological shadow.
"When Chu Wensheng first went up the mountain, he asked if there was a man named Fuling. He entered the forest and then reached the mountain gate. It took five to seven days at a fast pace. When the gatekeeper saw that he was dressed in ragged clothes like a wild man, he was about to drive him away. Unexpectedly, Chu Wensheng suddenly got angry, beat the boy guarding the mountain, rushed into the mountain gate, and injured more than ten disciples in the sect. After hearing the news, the inner and outer sect disciples forced him back, but Chu Wensheng Even though he left, he put down his harsh words, saying that if he didn’t inform Fuling of his whereabouts, he would destroy the mountain gate."
"We forced him to retreat. Who forced him to retreat?"
"It's not who it is, but the twelve major disciples of the inner sect and hundreds of disciples of the outer sect, holding swords."
He Ji was really embarrassed to say anything.
Is that forcing a retreat? Isn't that just relying on the large number of people? Chu Wensheng knew very well that a good man would not suffer the immediate loss and just turned around and left.
Besides, let alone Chu Wensheng, there were hundreds of people holding long swords, and even Daluo Jinxian had to run away.
"After that, many disciples who came down from the mountain disappeared one after another. Within ten days, about twenty disciples were like this. Until one day, those ten disciples were thrown naked outside the mountain gate."
"Chu Wensheng did it?!"
"Yes, these disciples were tortured even though their lives were not harmed."
"Ask them about Senior Sister Ling?"
"That's right. These disciples also said that Chu Wensheng threatened to beat one of the three hidden sects who came down the mountain. The old sect leader was furious and ordered the twelve major disciples of the inner sect to take six people each to search the mountains and forests. I want to find that villain and punish him severely. I wonder when I, the Three Hidden Sects, have ever suffered such shame and humiliation!"
He Jizhen shouted angrily: "Yes, how can it be so humiliating!"
"But what happened next was nothing compared to what I just said."
He Jizhen: "..."
The Feng Taoist sat cross-legged and recounted the nightmare that had enveloped the Three Hidden Gates.
"Did you know that the caterpillars on the tree have hair like silver threads, which is ugly to the naked eye. If they come into contact with it, they will be extremely itchy. If they are raised, they will be like a cloth bag..."
"Take other disciples as hostages, use the lives of fellow disciples as threats..."
"Leaves traces, but I don't know that these traces smell like a female animal..."
"The roasted green bamboo, tied with the sword blade fragments, hidden behind the tree..."
"The bamboo sticks that have been scalded with boiling oil are hidden under the green grass..."
"The gray stone is ground into powder and lies among the lush leaves..."
Feng Taoist spoke word by word, and tears flowed down unsatisfactorily.
"Three hundred and six people, a total of three hundred and six people, and your father, the sect master, was almost stabbed through the thigh by Chu Wensheng... In less than two months, less than two months, these two Over the past month, there have been 306 people in the sect, all of them are masters, all of them are the most outstanding disciples...all of them were injured. After a long time, no one dared to go down the mountain. Even if they go down, they have to go in groups. There are no less than fifty people, and even so, it’s terrifying!”
He Jizhen's face was full of shock, but his eyes once again showed a look of admiration.
"Then how, Uncle Master, were you restrained?"
"I..." Feng Daoren cried, thinking about the "fierce" battle just now, and cried even more fiercely: "Uncle Master doesn't know, I don't know, I don't know. I followed the master to identify the trap on the ground. I saw him again." The senior fellow apprentices, who were tied up with scars all over their bodies, were about to save them, but... a slap was thrown on the uncle's face out of thin air. When he woke up again, he was naked, beaten severely, and fainted again. Already…”
Feng Taoist couldn't stop his tears from flowing: "Three times, three times in total, three times in total. I was beaten when I woke up, and I was beaten in unconsciousness. Three times, three times in total!!!"
He Jizhen said quietly: "Uncle, don't be sad, don't cry, be good."
Feng Taoist's face was full of indignation and he shouted: "Three times...three times, three times in total, but he...but he clearly beat my uncle three times, but...he didn't even remember me!"
He Jizhen let out a long sigh.
Chu Qing's father still didn't remember the one who received seven or eight severe beatings.
At the same time, in the main hall, Chu Wensheng waved his hands shyly in the face of Chu Qing's constant questioning.
"Oh, don't listen to what that old Taoist was doing just now. It's true that there are more than 300 people, but they are all Taoist boys, they are all babies. They are not even as high as their father's crotch. They are panting after two steps. Why? Father saw the opportunity, ran back and knocked down several of them with one kick, hahahaha, he beat more than 300 Taoist boys, they were all babies."
Chu Qing and Tao Ruolin looked at each other.
Both of them had expressions on their faces like "I believe you are the only one who can be a ghost!"
…………
Zhuguo General's Mansion.
In the back garden, two half-year-old children were in the courtyard.
One of them, a tiger-headed little boy, was lying on the ground, surrounded by coins, panting from exhaustion.
"Brother, where did dad learn this technique? Why do you look so stupid? You might as well lift the stone lock."
Standing up panting, Qin Lie's eldest son Qin Xuan said helplessly: "Brother, how did you know that dad said that you should eat more meat to strengthen your body and live alone in the mountains and forests to fight tigers and leopards."
The younger kid trembled: "Brother, let's practice by ourselves. I want to practice swords. The sword is a swordsman. Brother, no matter how hard you practice, you can't stop the long sword. I will use it in the future." Sword, you can’t beat me with your fists.”
"What Brother Wen said is, hey."
Qin Xuan sighed like a young adult and continued to stuff coins into his sleeves.
"By the way, mother is pregnant again in the past few days." Qin Xuan said with a naive smile: "What will the third brother practice in the future?"
"No practice." Qin Wen patted his chest: "Dad said that the third child should not endure hardship and play in the world. I have already thought of a name. I will call him Qin You. I will enjoy happiness every day. My eldest brother and I have practiced martial arts. From now on, I will protect the third child and let him enjoy all the blessings that we cannot enjoy."
"Okay, then let's protect our third brother from now on."
"Protect third brother!"
