There was some confusion and regret in his tone.
Mu Fengzhi Shiran stood up, glanced at Wang Suizhen and Wang Bo'an again, and said: "Good disciple, you just pass on the dead wood magic to Wang Bo'an. This can only be the case!"
Wang Suizhen said with some surprise: "If Brother Bo'an practices this dead wood magic skill, how should he cross the barrier of life and death?"
"If the practitioner of the Dead Wood Divine Art is not a chosen one, the practitioner will go mad if he is not dead, and will die young if he is not injured. But if the practitioner succeeds, he will be like a tiger adding wings, like a dragon entering the sea, his achievements will be immeasurable, and his magical effects will be incredible. The benefits are countless. Don’t worry, after you die, in today’s world, only you and Wang Bo’an are suitable to practice this skill. Those who have achieved the throne can practice this skill. There is no entrance to life and death. The dreams at the entrance to life and death are the future of the practitioners. A clear prophecy and early warning of a catastrophe in life, this is a little bit of benefit revealed by heaven to future tinkers, be careful, be careful!"
Wang Suizhen recalled his real dream when he passed through the gate of life and death. His face changed greatly and he asked urgently: "Master, when I passed the gate of life and death, it was..."
He raised his head and saw that the bluestone was as smooth as a mirror, the river breeze was blowing, and the waves were rolling. Where was the figure of Master Mu Fengzhi?
Wang Suizhen stood up in a hurry, looked around, and heard the crows chirping in the sky. The sound was melodious, as if he was seeing off his master, and also seemed to be mocking Wang Suizhen.
Master has already left without knowing when he came.
Wang Bo'an stood up and sighed: "Master Dao, the divine dragon, has seen its head but not its tail. He is truly an expert in this world! Brother Suizhen, there is no need to look for him. I am afraid that Master Dao has already ascended to heaven and left this world long ago."
Wang Suizhen felt lost and a little confused.
Did Master leave suddenly too?
So in this dead tree, I, Wang Suizhen, am the only one left?
The long-lost feeling of loneliness slowly came back again.
No, the master said that the little boy can be considered an outer disciple of the Kumu Sect.
He couldn't help but grin at the child.
The child also quickly smiled, but he was a little panicked at this time.
He hurriedly reached into his arms and took it out for a long time. When he took it out, he saw that the three copper coins given by the master were still on his body and had not disappeared. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and put the coins back into his pocket. Hey, Silly Le stand up.
Wang Suizhen remembered what the master had just said: "You are now at a crossroads in life. If you choose to go back to Bingzhou, you may be killed by Bai Zhenyi. If you choose to follow Wang Bo'an westward, try your luck, and wait until one day to defeat Bai Zhenyi. Now that you’ve shaken your clothes, come back!”
What does the master's words seem to imply?
He chewed over Mu Fengzhi's words carefully for dozens of times, and suddenly his heart lit up and he understood.
The master said he was giving a hint, but in fact, his words were pointing the direction and clarifying the path for himself. If he returns to Bingzhou, he will be killed by Bai Zhenyi. Even if Bai Zhenyi is killed now, there will still be a powerful or even powerful person in Bingzhou. Someone who is stronger than Bai Zhenyi killed me, and now I am asked to live in seclusion in the mountains and never stand out again for the rest of my life. How is that possible? What should Lingling Chu do? What should I do with Sister Hongxiang? Why don't I follow Brother Wang Bo'an and continue west to Guizhou Longchang to try my luck? I will definitely surpass Bai Zhenyi in strength in the future!
When Bai Zhenyi returns to Bingzhou, no matter how strong he is, what will he have to fear?
Wang Suizhen felt bright and couldn't help but clapped his hands excitedly, and then thought: "But there is a difficulty here. What if it takes more than three years for my strength to surpass Bai Zhenyi? What if I don't When she returned to Bingzhou, Zhu Lingling committed suicide. Wasn't she an unjust death? And Sister Yanjing Hongxiang will be there in five years..."
He frowned, wondering what he should do to get the best of both worlds?
Seeing Wang Suizhen being excited and worried for a while, Wang Bo'an asked, "Brother Suizhen? What's your problem? Why don't you talk to your brother and let's go over the details together."
"Brother Bo'an, I want to write a letter and take it back to Brother Chang Hao's house for my wife, but I don't know how to send it back to Changjiazhai?"
Wang Bo'an smiled and said: "This is simple, just wait until you get to the inn and spend some money."
This was the first time Wang Suizhen heard that someone could deliver letters. He couldn't help but let go of his worries and said, "I want to go west to Longchang, Guizhou with my elder brother."
Before Wang Bo'an spoke, the little boy jumped up happily: "Great, Brother Sui Zhen must keep his word, and you can't turn back halfway!"
The three of them walked forward for more than ten miles and found a small riverside town. They bought a boat and some clothes, and headed up the river to the west.
After passing Yingtian Prefecture, we walked west along the Yangtze River, passed Taiping Prefecture, and arrived at Anqing Prefecture in Nanzhili within a few days.
There was nothing to say all the way, so the boy asked Wang Suizhen for tips on martial arts.
Wang Sui spoke everything he knew, and he shared his thoughts and experiences with others.
Wang Bo'an was naturally not idle either. Although he did not practice martial arts, the dead wood skill was so miraculous, and Mu Fengzhi repeatedly asked Wang Bo'an to practice this skill.
Wang Suizhen slowly told Wang Bo'an the formula when the child was not around or asleep.
Wang Bo'an was a great scholar in the world. He could talk about it and explain it clearly. When it comes to pure kung fu, it is not as good as Wang Suizhen's boy's kung fu, which is a combination of dynamic and static kung fu. He beat Wang Suizhen by tens of thousands of miles.
There was no words to say all the way. In addition to exchanging practice experience with the two, Wang Suizhen also practiced internal and external skills diligently and thought hard about the realm issues mentioned by his master.
But things like realm are very ethereal and purely a matter of thinking. Wang Suizhen feels that his internal strength has made amazing progress and has reached a realm as vast as the sea and as deep as an abyss. His swordsmanship is also getting better and better, but his realm But there is no progress or clue at all.
Not long after arriving in Anqing Prefecture, the number of fishing boats on the Yangtze River gradually became less and less, and from time to time, speedboats were seen flying across the dark river.
At first glance, these speedboats look like men's boats on the rivers and lakes. There are bowl-sized bells hanging on the boats. They jingle as they travel. Sometimes there are more than ten boats traveling together, and the bells ring in unison, very rhythmically. There are often several burly men in black clothes and holding knives standing on the ground. Their faces are filled with fierce murderous aura, which is quite shocking and intimidating.
Wang Suizhen and the others were naturally not afraid and continued to move forward.
On the morning of the second day after entering Anqing Mansion, Wang Suizhen and Wang Boan had just finished breakfast and were drinking tea when they suddenly heard a child shouting outside: "It's bad, Master, Brother Suizhen, the water bandits are here!"
Wang Suizhen and Wang Boan were surprised, put down their teacups, and went out of the cabin to watch.
I saw the sound of bells on the river, and dozens of black speedboats surrounded them like the wind. The ground was covered with darkness, and I don't know how many there were.
Even Wang Bo'an, who was used to big battles, couldn't help but change his expression.
The boy lowered the sail, dropped the anchor in the middle of the river, and stopped the boat firmly.
After a while, the boat was tightly surrounded.
A fat man, holding a ghost-headed sword, jumped onto the bow of the boat with a sudden leap. He glared at Wang Suizhen and the other two people extremely arrogantly, and reprimanded in the tone of reprimanding a domestic slave: "Then Ge Lai? Who let him? Did you set up the net to catch fish? Did you pay?"
"Hero, we are just passers-by passing through Anqing Prefecture. We are not local fishermen, and we do not specialize in fishing. We just caught a few fish for ourselves to have a taste!" Wang Bo'an bowed and pointed to the fishing net on the boat.
"It's not enough to pass by. How many fish have you caught? I think there are forty or fifty at least. One fish is one tael of silver, so you can take fifty taels of silver!" This fat man had a bulging chest and belly, and a disgusting face. He spoke arrogantly and extorted money randomly.
In fact, just go to the market to buy a fish. A larger fish will only cost tens of pennies, and a thousand and five hundred pennies will only cost you one tael of silver. No matter how big the fish is, it will never cost you one tael of silver.
Moreover, there is a sea of fish in the Yangtze River. They are all grown in the wild and not domesticated by this fat man. Why does he want fish money?
It makes no sense, but relying on the mountains and the mountains, these people are in trouble with the government, and who cares?
"This good man, we are just scholars passing by here. We are just a small postman. We don't have a lot of money." Although Wang Bo'an couldn't stand the extortion behavior of these water bandits, he didn't want to go too far. Make trouble, spend a little money, and forget about it!
The fat man himself was always raising prices. Seeing Wang Boan's soft words, he said sarcastically: "Don't have this much money? Well, since you are also a scholar, do you know any famous people? Just introduce them to our prince, or if you have You can also have calligraphy and painting by any famous person. As we said above, the prince is celebrating his birthday recently and he likes these things the most! If you have some, we won’t charge you any money!"
Wang Bo'an was a little surprised. It was common for bandits to block the road and extort money, but he had never seen anyone blocking the river to extort celebrities' calligraphy and paintings and asking for introductions to celebrities.
"Recommend to the prince? I wonder which prince it is?" Wang Bo'an asked a little funny.
"You're a scholar, why are you talking so much nonsense? If you don't have anything, you have to pay twenty taels of silver. If it's one tael less, you have to ask the guy in my hand whether you want wontons or noodles?" Fatty He waved the Ghost Head Sword in his hand fiercely!
Wang Suizhen didn't wait for Wang Bo'an to say anything else. He couldn't bear it anymore and said coldly: "How about eating wontons? How about eating flat noodles?"
The fat man was irritated by Wang Suizhen's tone and expression. He raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "It's easy to eat wontons, just jump into the river obediently. It's not difficult to eat flat noodles. Come here and let me chop them three times." It’s Ban Dao Noodles!”
"Oh, I want to eat flat noodles, but I don't know if your knife is fast? If it's too dull to cut people, wouldn't it be impossible to make flat noodles?" Wang Suizhen said nonchalantly without even raising his eyelids.
"Yo~ha~" The fat man is an old man in the world, and he thinks he has some discernment. He saw that Wang Suizhen was not old, not tall, and not strong. He had nothing in his hand, not even a dagger, but he was talking. He was so arrogant that he suddenly became angry and thought to himself: "Is this a villager from the countryside? Isn't it just asking for death if he comes here to talk about it?"
He cursed: "That bitch's belt is not fastened tightly, so you..."
Cursing in his mouth, he slashed down on the head with the ghost-headed sword in his hand, whistling in the wind.
Wang Suizhen took a big leap forward and used the "Tiger Pounce" move. He used both palms to press down on the fat man's fleshy chest with great speed!
The tiger's move to pounce on food emphasizes the word fierce, which means using both palms to press upward from bottom to top.
The force starts from the ground, and the strength comes from the waist. This move is so powerful that it can forcefully push people up from the ground. The momentum is extremely fierce!
When a person's feet leave the ground when he is not prepared, he often loses weight, has nowhere to borrow strength, and naturally cannot exert any more force!
After pushing the person up, there are more changes in subsequent moves. The more sinister ones are to dig out the kidneys directly, and the more ruthless ones are to raise the feet and punch. In short, as long as the first two palms push the person into the air, then People will be injured if they don't die.
Wang Suizhen's movement was almost at its peak. As soon as the big fat man's sword struck halfway, he felt his chest sink and his whole body flew up involuntarily.
The fat man was startled. Before he could react, Wang Suizhen stepped forward again, grabbed the back of the fat man's neck, and pushed down hard!
There was a muffled sound of "poof", and a fat and fat body fell firmly onto the board of the ship. The bow of the ship sank suddenly, almost sending the child at the stern flying into the heart of the river. !
Fortunately, the child reacted quickly and fell down suddenly, so he didn't fly out.
The fall was extremely violent. Although the fat man had a thick layer of fat on his body and was very resistant to falling, he couldn't withstand the fall. He couldn't help but let out a scream and fainted!
This change was too rapid. Only when the fat man fainted did the gangsters on other boats react. When they got on board, the gangsters on the boat were all excited.
More than a dozen men drew their weapons at the same time and jumped onto Wang Suizhen's boat!
Wang Suizhen folded his palms around his chest, made an outer circle move with his right palm, and suddenly swung outwards. The palm force was powerful, and the strong wind cut his face!
Just hearing a "whoop" and the sound of palm wind, dozens of men screamed and somersaulted into the river!
Wang Suizhen saw that there was someone behind who wanted to jump over, so he picked up the ghost-headed knife on the ship's board, placed it on the fat man's short and thick neck, and shouted coldly: "Who dares to come here? I'll cut off the pig's head first!"
The sound was not loud, but it was extremely penetrating, overwhelming all the noise.
The surging crowd immediately stopped. Someone stopped him and said, "Don't move! Don't move! The deputy gang leader has fallen into someone else's hands!"
"Don't jump! Don't jump!"
Seeing that everyone was too frightened to make any move, Wang Suizhen took the small wooden bucket on the side, scooped up a bucket of cold river water, and poured it on the fat man's big head!
"Wow!"
It was early spring, and the cold had not subsided. Although the river had not frozen, it was almost freezing. When this bucket of water was poured on it, the fat man immediately woke up shivering.
Wang Suizhen slapped the ghost-headed knife on the fat face of the fat man who woke up, and said: "Damn fat man, do you know what the situation is now?"
"I know... I know, the villain has eyes but cannot see Taishan. Big... Ah Zhi... Uncle, if you don't remember the villain's fault, just... let the villain go!" Fatty has been hanging around in the world since he was a child. He had been as slippery as a loach for a long time, and now he fell into the hands of others. He was a good man who was determined not to suffer the immediate loss and hurriedly flattered and begged for mercy.
Wang Suizhen smiled and said: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say. We just ate a few small fish, so you need to get a tattoo of fifty taels of silver. This fish of yours is big and fat. One fish can be worth five hundred. I'm afraid it won't cost you five thousand taels of silver." Two talents is enough? I guess you don’t have that much silver, so I’ll give you a discount. You can make do with 4,999 taels!”
The fat leader had a wry smile on his face: "Uncle...Uncle, you were joking, so you only gave me a one-tael discount. This...this is too..."
Wang Suizhen nodded and said: "It's okay, I am a child from a poor family and I don't have any money, so I can save a discount of one tael of silver. You can bring me five thousand taels of silver. If it's one tael less, I'll cut you off." For a piece of meat, if you bring me three thousand taels of silver, I will cut you two thousand times..."
He pretended to look the fat man up and down, shook his head and sighed: "Although you have a lot of flesh on your body, I'm afraid you can't cut it with two thousand cuts. I'm afraid you will die if you cut it with a thousand cuts. Even if you die, you still owe me It’s only a thousand taels, alas~~What a pity~What a pity!”
When the fat leader saw Wang Suizhen's sinister expression, he used the ghost-head knife to make up and down gestures on his body, which meant to find a suitable place to strike. He was so frightened that his crotch went cold, and his face instantly turned blue, with a fat look on his face, and he couldn't stop it. He trembled wildly: "There is... there is... five thousand taels. Please don't cut me. I can't bear one cut. One cut~ one cut and I will die!"
