After sending the girl to the hospital, Xu Zhuchen walked downstairs slowly and paid the money at the counter on the first floor.
She opened the door and said to the coachman outside: "Didn't I ask you to leave? It's very dangerous there. I may not be able to protect you when you come back."
The coachman leaned on the shaft of the carriage with a sincere smile: "I just thought that if something happens to you, girl, this road will be cut off, and no one will dare to run to Zhiyang in the future."
Xu Zhuchen looked at him and saw that he was not shaken by his unusual appearance, and couldn't help but smile and sigh.
"Brother, thank you very much for this." She used the honorific, "If I had gone on my own, this little girl might not have been saved."
What she said was both true and false - Ningqing's footwork was extremely superb. As a person with nine levels of footwork, if she was willing to expend her internal energy, it would be easy for her to be faster than a carriage.
But it was not the coachman's carriage that she thanked, but the coachman's kindness.
The coachman bought some things to write about in Zhiyang and got some information before he started on his way. Before leaving, Xu Zhuchen made a special trip to stop him and handed him a package.
"Brother, put this package in the car to ensure you a safe journey."
Inside that package was a finger from each of the five killers that Xu Zhuchen had cut off. The fake Han Ling wanted to seek revenge, but he definitely would not appear in the woods in the wilderness in person just to avenge his subordinates; those lying in ambush in the woods must be low-ranking members of his organization, and they are aware of the plight of their peers. , and even more dare not step forward.
Xu Zhuchen stayed with her for a few days. When the girl woke up, she finally felt relieved.
"Water..." She heard a hazy call, woke up from her dream, walked to the table, yawned and poured a glass of water.
It was really unlucky that this girl woke up. It was the middle of the night, the night was dark, and Xu Zhuchen was having a good dream. She shook her head to drive away the images in her dream, and lit the candle on the table.
Turning around, the girl had woken up and was struggling to sit up, leaning against the wall.
Xu Zhuchen stepped forward and helped her up without spilling a drop of tea in his hand. She handed the cup of barley tea to the girl's mouth and carefully fed her a few sips.
After drinking the water, the girl regained some energy and looked at Xu Zhuchen with a hoarse voice.
"Thanks--"
Her thank you was stuck in her throat, her voice had not yet fully come out, and two lines of tears rolled down her big eyes.
"King of Hell, are you the grandma of Hell?" Her throat was hoarse, two lines of clear tears flowed from her nostrils, and her plain little face became a mess, "So I am still dead..."
Xu Zhuchen couldn't bear to see the little girl shed tears since he was a child. He didn't bring a handkerchief, so he tore off a piece of rhombus gauze from his sleeve and handed it to the little girl to wipe her tears.
The little girl was stunned for a moment when she saw her tearing her sleeves, and then she laughed out loud, ignoring the tears on her face like a cat.
"You've been sleeping for three days and finally woke up." Xu Zhuchen didn't feel any embarrassment. He just stepped forward and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?"
As soon as she got closer, the little girl took another step back in fear. Xu Zhuchen knew that this was her subconscious move, and he was not sad. He skillfully took two steps back, pulled an armchair and sat down.
The candle flickered a few times before the little girl regained her consciousness. She touched her whole body and said, "My body doesn't hurt anymore. It's just, um... it's a little itchy everywhere."
After she finished speaking, she grabbed her hand behind her again, and then she said alertly: "Where is my sword!?"
Xu Zhuchen sat on the top chair and looked at her, feeling a little unbearable, but seeing that the girl was anxious, he still told the truth: "Your sword was broken when I went to find you."
The girl sat on the bed, leaning against the wall as if she had lost all strength.
"My sword..." she murmured, "Father is counting on me to revitalize the sect..."
After she finished speaking, she slammed the bed with hatred, bit her lip, and wiped her face randomly with Xu Zhuchen's sleeve.
Xu Zhuchen did not look at her sadness. He turned to look at the candlelight and asked, "Don't worry about the sect for now. Just heal your injury. When you heal your injury, why don't I take you to recast a sword."
She was very sure. The girl turned away and sobbed for a while, then turned around and said, "Seriously?"
Xu Zhuchen smiled and nodded: "I, Meichuan Xu Zhuchen, keep my word."
She wanted to take the girl to choose a sword, not because she didn't care about the money, but because she wanted to use the girl as bait to bring out the "devil Han Ling" hiding in the dark.
The girl looked at her carefully again, pursed her lips and said, "So you are the 'best swordsman in the world'. No wonder, I was beaten by them so hard that I couldn't fight back, and you brought me out easily."
After she finished speaking, she seemed to have thought of something, lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed. Xu Zhuchen hurriedly stepped forward to help her, but at least she didn't fall to the ground.
"Teacher!" The girl struggled to kowtow to Xu Zhuchen, "Teacher! Teacher! I am the daughter of the head of Xingye Sect, Luo Zhi, please accept me as your disciple!"
Xu Zhuchen pulled her to prevent her from moving. Luo Zhi twisted to the ground with all his strength. Liang was pulled to the ground by her, and the teacup on the bedside table was knocked over by Luo Zhi's flying elbow. The scene was very chaotic for a while, until Xu Zhuchen lowered his head and said: "If you don't go back to bed, I won't take you to choose a sword."
Luo Zhi didn't hesitate for a moment, and returned to the hospital bed with Xu Zhuchen's hand.
Xu Zhuchen held up the cup, wiped the rim of the cup, poured another cup of tea, and said sternly: "You kids are so impetuous now. You want to learn from everyone you meet."
She felt a little helpless - Guan Shan really wanted to learn martial arts after all, and the Luo Zhi in front of her probably only wanted her reputation as "the best in the world".
Can "the best in the world" really teach someone to be the best in the world? not necessarily.
There are too many factors that affect this matter, such as family environment, martial arts training atmosphere, teachers, partners, talent, understanding...all kinds of factors are indispensable.
Xu Zhuchen has an unknown past - she first started practicing martial arts and learned boxing and palm skills from Uncle Han. Uncle Han is humorous and loves to laugh, but as a teacher he is very strict. Xu Zhuchen learned Cloud Collapse Palm for three months and almost lost confidence in himself.
It was Aunt Zhuo who saw Zhu Chen's unique bones and long hands and feet that she offered to take her to learn swordsmanship. Sure enough, Xu Zhuchen picked up the sword, as if instinctively, and after a few basic slashes, she understood the secret.
As for Luo Zhi, although her broken sword looked very expensive, her internal strength and physique were not a good candidate for sword practice.
Thinking about it, it must be the Xingye Sect she was talking about. He started out with swordsmanship, so he required all his disciples to practice swordsmanship regardless of body type.
There are tens of thousands of such small sects in the world, and it's a good thing that Luo Zhi can speak out so proudly. Thinking about it, she really shouldn't have been around for long.
The Luo Zhi in front of him reminded Xu Zhuchen of Han Ling's young sister. What was her name, Han Qian? Both of them are spoiled little girls at home. Han Qian has a bad temper, and Luo Zhi seems to be no less generous.
Xu Zhuchen laughed as he thought about it.
Luo Zhi sat on the bed, took the tea from Xu Zhuchen's hand, and sipped it slowly. She took a few sips and saw Xu Zhuchen laughing, so she asked, "Mr. Xu, is there anything particularly happy for you?"
Xu Zhuchen said: "Since you call me your mentor, I should teach you something. When you recover from your injury, I will still take you to buy a sword. But from now on, you will learn the palm skills from me."
After Luo Zhi recovered from her injuries, Xu Zhuchen took her to the weapons store and asked her to choose.
In the past few days, she had followed Xu Zhuchen's methods to regulate her inner energy. After learning the palm techniques taught by Xu Zhuchen, her inner energy had indeed improved greatly. Luo Zhi asked her excitedly what kind of palm technique this was. Xu Zhuchen pondered for a moment and said:
"...It's the long-lost Collapse Cloud Palm."
Luo Zhi had never heard of the name Collapse Cloud Palm, so he shook his head and ignored it. She approached Xu Zhuchen with a smile and asked, "Teacher, when I return to the sect, can I teach this Cloud Collapse Palm to my disciples?"
Xu Zhuchen chuckled, looked at her and asked, "At your age, do you have a disciple?"
Luo Zhi pursed his lips: "There is no such thing now, but there will be some in the future. My mentor, Sister Xu, just tell me, can you teach me?"
Xu Zhuchen thought for a moment and said, "Okay."
"But you have to tell your disciples and disciples that this palm technique is called 'Collapse Cloud Palm'."
Many years later, Luo Zhi stood at the highest peak of Xingye Sect, looking at the disciples practicing Collapse Cloud Palm in the sect, and showed a faint smile. She stretched out her hand to catch the falling snowflakes. What she couldn't catch in time fell on her wrinkled face and long, dry white hair.
"Xu Zhuchen," due to practicing Cloud Collapse Palm, her body temperature was very high, and the snowflakes quickly melted in her palms, "I am actually shoulder to shoulder with you."
This is all a story for later.
But Xu Zhuchen was standing at the door of the weapons store, listening to Luo Zhi and the owner of the weapons store complaining that the swords were not "gorgeous" and "exquisite" enough, while silently staring at the people coming and going at the door.
Luo Zhi was rescued and the killer was disabled. This must be a great shame for the fake Han Ling. Now that Luo Zhi and she were strutting on the street, if the fake Han Ling didn't make any move, she would definitely not believe it.
Xu Zhuchen yawned, turned his head and glanced at Luo Zhi again: in her hands, she held two swords covered with gems, pearls and carved with hollow patterns handed over by her boss. She couldn't put them down and couldn't decide between them.
Spend money to eliminate disaster, waste money to eliminate disaster. Xu Zhuchen decided to stop looking at Luo Zhi and concentrate on observing the people on the street.
As she expected, not long after, two farmers, one tall and one short, passed by the door of the weapons store. They looked honest and simple, but they dropped two small white wax pills as they passed by.
Xu Zhuchen picked up a wax pill and opened it. There was an address written inside.
She glanced at the weapons shop owner, who understood and raised a thumbs up to reassure her.
Xu Zhuchen took a deep breath, put his right hand on the hilt of his sword, and went to the meeting alone.
She stopped her footsteps, so there was almost no sound along the way. With the blessing of Ningqing's footwork, she quickly arrived at the place agreed upon by the other party, but she didn't see anyone.
Xu Zhuchen knew that he must not be anxious at this time, so he lifted up his robe and sat on the street.
She waited for nearly half an hour, but no one passed by. Xu Zhuchen felt a little impatient and stood up to leave.
Just as she took a step forward, a woman appeared in front of her.
The woman was dressed in red and had black hair. She had elegant eyebrows and a tall and handsome figure. She held a stack of books in her hands and passed by Xu Zhuchen as if she hadn't seen him.
Xu Zhuchen was stunned on the spot, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
She would not admit the person who just passed by.
It's Xiao Mei.
