A monk who can run away cannot run away from the temple. He can hide from the first day of the lunar month but not the fifteenth day. In the afternoon of this day, Guo Chuanlin was standing by the martial arts training ground, watching a group of martial arts practitioners exercising their muscles. Suddenly, he felt something in his heart. A tall woman Hidden from behind, there was a faint scent of jasmine. A moment later, a sharp and harsh voice sounded in my ears: "Are you the remnant of the Qingcheng Sect?"
Guo Chuanlin turned around and saw Feng Di's thin face. The two dry eyebrows were slightly raised at the ends of the eyes, adding a bit of fierceness. This woman looks like an eggplant beaten by frost. Judging from the outline of her eyebrows and eyes, she was once a handsome beauty before being beaten by frost. He took half a step back, lowered his eyebrows and called "Uncle Feng" to guess her purpose of coming.
Feng Di snorted coldly and said impatiently: "Don't call me uncle! The fact that the leader has listed you on the Huashan sect's sect and Li Yizhu accepts you as his disciple does not mean that I recognize you as my nephew!"
It was unreasonable for a woman to be unreasonable, so Guo Chuanlin could only respond: "Yes!"
"You have studied Kung Fu from the Qingcheng School. Your master's name is Han Bing, right?" She said the name "Han Bing" very hard, and Guo Chuanlin heard many complex emotions such as disgust, fear, hatred, and doubt. Emotions, a slight movement in my heart.
"Mr. Han is not my master. He did not teach me martial arts properly. He only threw a secret book to me and asked me to practice on my own. By the way, that swordsmanship secret book is still in the collection of the Qin family in Guliang."
Qin Rong called her "aunt". The Qin family collected Qingcheng sect martial arts secret books. It would be unfair for the previous generation's grievances to be implicated in the younger generation. Feng Di's eyebrows stood up, obviously hearing the implication of his words, and he said solemnly: "You can only hide your words from the master and Li Yizhu. Han Bing will never give away the Qingcheng sect's secret books for no reason. After learning the Qingcheng sect, In the short time, I entered the Qingcheng Sect. If you encounter troubles or disasters, don’t complain!"
These words are exactly the same as what Han Bing said at the beginning. Feng Di knows the Qingcheng Sect as well as Li Shi, the leader of the Huashan Sect. Who is she? What happened between her and Han Bing? Guo Chuanlin denied it flatly and said: "Uncle Feng, I did practice Qingcheng School's swordsmanship for several days according to an old book. Mr. Han is not my master, I am just one of his soldiers..."
Feng Di slapped him hard, but Guo Chuanlin did not dodge. The slap hit his face, causing it to become red, hot and swollen, leaving five clearly visible finger marks. She shouted hysterically: "Don't call me uncle, don't lie in front of me! Han Bing has chosen you, and you are the dog of the Qingcheng sect. If you have been a dog for a day, you will be a dog for the rest of your life!"
"Uncle Feng..."
Feng Di slapped her again with her backhand. This time she used some internal strength to hit Guo Chuanlin, who fell to the ground and hit his forehead on the tree trunk, leaving a bloody wound. Guo Chuanlin met her eyes calmly, without avoiding or complaining. His eyes were as clear as autumn water.
The past events were vivid in his mind. Feng Di was trembling all over. He raised his foot and stepped on his lower abdomen. With a little force, he said through gritted teeth: "You are a spy planted by Han Bing into the Huashan Sect, a remnant of the Qingcheng Sect who cannot be killed..." …”
"Uncle Feng! What's wrong with Junior Brother Guo?" Hong Kun appeared in time and shouted loudly, saving Guo Chuanlin's life. Feng Di quickly retracted his feet, snorted coldly, left him and walked away.
Afterwards, Guo Chuanlin remained silent. No matter how Hong Kun and Li Qixian pressed him, he didn't explain much. He just smiled helplessly, as if all unfair treatment happened to another unrelated person. When Han Bing warned him "don't complain", did he foresee his fate? The more Guo Chuanlin thought about it, the more meaningful it became. A fire ignited in his heart. He longed to become stronger and to understand the irresolvable grudge between the Qingcheng sect and the Huashan sect. He could use his own will to judge what was right and wrong. .
He has a master. When the master has something to do, the disciple must obey him. If the disciple is bullied, shouldn't the master also stand up for him? This slap and this kick hit him, and they hit Li Yizhu on the face! Guo Chuanlin was alone in the courtyard. He did not stimulate his blood to heal the injury. He knew that his cheeks were swollen and his face was gray. He looked bad and ridiculous. He forced himself to stop his waist and stand up straight like a javelin, waiting patiently for Li Yizhu to appear. . Li Qixian couldn't bear it, and tried to persuade him several times, but failed to persuade him. She knew that her junior brother seemed to be generous, but in fact he had made up his mind, and she felt a little resentful towards Feng Di in her heart.
Li Yizhu didn't return until mid-night. When he saw his apprentice for the first time, he was stunned for a moment. It wasn't until Guo Chuanlin called "Master" that he woke up and asked him what was the reason for the injury on his face.
Guo Chuanlin told everything that happened during the day in a calm tone. He only described the facts and did not add any exaggeration. Li Yizhu was neither excited nor angry. He was silent for a long time and said calmly: "Junior sister has a deep hatred for Han Bing. She took her anger out on you and you were wronged."
"It's nothing. I will avoid Master Feng from now on. What is the deep hatred between Master Feng and Mr. Han?"
Through the thin door panel, Li Qixian also pricked up her ears. She was extremely curious about this and couldn't figure it out. Why did Master Feng hate Han Bing so much that he even turned his anger on Guo Chuanlin?
Li Yizhu avoided answering and said carefully: "Stay away from her. I can't take care of you during this period."
"Yes, I know. I will stay with my senior brothers and sisters."
The apprentice suffered a terrible disaster, and the master could not stand up for him for some reasons. Li Yizhu felt a little sorry. Guo Chuanlin was very sensible. He did not cry and beg him to make the decision for him. Li Yizhu decided to compensate him and fulfill the promise he made at "Cheng San Table". Whether he could bear it or not was another matter.
His daughter was listening in the corner of the room. Li Yizhu patted his shoulder and said vaguely: "The recent affairs are very difficult. I originally wanted to handle it properly and return to Yanfeng to teach you martial arts. Now it seems that we must stay in Geling." Stay in town for a while. Idle time is idle, you can practice some basic skills first."
He coughed heavily, pushed open the door and stepped into the house. He glared. Li Qixian stuck out his tongue, turned around and ran back to the room. Li Yizhu took out a vest, a pair of armbands and a pair of leggings from the box in the corner. They were dark in color and had some hair and splits on the edges. They were obviously old goods that had been used for a long time. Although they were old, they had been maintained with reasonable care, so he handed them to Guo. Chuan Lin warned: "Go to the Escort's martial arts training ground and fill it with some yellow sand until it is firm. Wear it under the outer robe and do more exercises such as running, reaching for heights, squatting, and supporting. Take it off when you go to bed at night. If you can't feel the weight of yellow sand, change it to iron sand. This is the basic skill for beginners. If you ask Hong Kun to teach you, just say it was my order."
Guo Chuanlin thanked his master and saw that Li Yizhu looked a little tired, so he bowed and left knowingly. He hugged the pile of things and walked back to the west wing of the deserted escort office. He passed by Hong Kun's residence. The window was not closed tightly and there was a crack. He took a look. Hong Kun had his hands crossed on his lower abdomen, breathing evenly. , seemed to be startled by his gaze, suddenly opened his eyes and smiled at him.
It was quiet all around, and the moonlight shined brightly on the ground through the window lattice. Guo Chuanlin unfolded and folded the vest, and then arranged the arm and leggings. Hong Kun walked into his room and lowered his voice: "Master promised to teach you martial arts?"
"Yes, it's said to be a basic skill for a sect to get started with, so please give me some pointers, senior brother."
Hong Kun said with a smile: "It's not difficult to say it's easy, it's not easy to say it's easy either. This first step is to exercise your physical strength, waist strength and leg strength. It's nothing to touch high and squat on flat ground. When you return to Luoyan Peak in Huashan Mountain, Carrying water and walking on mountain roads every day is the real training.”
"Does Qin Rong also have to do such exercises?" With her sickly appearance, Guo Chuanlin felt that the vest filled with yellow sand could push her down.
"Of course it is not necessary for Junior Sister Qin. The head master has passed down several swordsmanship techniques, each of which is different. Master practices the masculine way, which is strong and fierce, so it is necessary to train the body, waist, and leg strength. Master Feng practices the feminine way. It emphasizes lightness and change, and is suitable for women to practice. No matter which sword technique you practice, there will be no big difference when you practice it to the extreme."
"So, junior sister, she also wears a sand vest?"
"Why not? There is no shortcut to being lazy and labor-saving in our group's practice. Master has always said that junior sisters cannot bear hardships and have not practiced solid basic skills. In fact, for women, she is already very rare. By the way, these words cannot be said to her. Tell me, junior sister will be angry!" Hong Kun regretted that he let it slip.
"I know."
"It's getting late. You've been tired for a long day. Go to bed quickly. I'll take you to practice tomorrow morning, and I'll call my junior sister by the way."
Guo Chuanlin nodded, sent his senior brother away, lay down on the bed, closed his eyes and fell asleep, sleeping very soundly. Listening to the slight snoring through a wall panel, Hong Kun was a little puzzled. He was beaten black and blue by Master Feng and his face was swollen. He suffered such a big loss and yet he was not angry at all. What on earth was he thinking?
