After closing the door, Song Zhenguo walked to the window sill and happened to see a black pigeon with pink and white eyes squatting on his window lattice, preening its feathers.
Seeing this, he perked up, quickly walked over, grabbed the pigeon, and gently took off a small paper tube from its leg.
Unroll the paper tube, and there is a line of beautiful characters clearly written on it: 'Brother Song, Jun'er will help you ask about the prince's affairs.
In addition, it will be the Satin Fumigation Festival in a while. Can Brother Song promise Jun'er that you will definitely not come to paint the boat at that time? You will definitely not come!'
Song Zhenguo was stunned and continued reading.
'The boat girls and the others will use the name of the girls to do tricks and deceive people everywhere, and they will also make some bad arrangements for Brother Song. Promise me, Jun'er will take care of everything. After this satin fumigation festival, Jun'er will
Promise to go home with Brother Song...'
After reading the contents of the unrolled paper, Song Zhenguo's face suddenly showed a deep joy.
"Brother Song promises you that you will not give them a chance!" Although he was a little confused because the reason here was a bit far-fetched, but out of his trust in Jun'er, he did not doubt anything.
Song Zhenguo quickly found paper, wrote what he wanted to say, rolled it into a tube, and tied it to the black pigeon's leg. He picked up the black pigeon with both hands and threw it out, and the pigeon immediately flew away.
The pigeon fluttered its wings and rushed out of the Song family compound, passing gently between the vermillion bricks and tiles, crossing the tofu-like streets, passing over the black roofs of the pavilions of different heights, and soon arrived at the pine and cypress
On the river, he fell towards a red painted boat.
The black pigeon flapped its wings and stopped in front of a window of a wing on the boat, and was gently held by a slender plain hand.
Jun'er quickly took off the paper roll tied to the black pigeon's feet, looked around, and quickly let it fly.
"Go on, go back to your nest." She said softly.
The black pigeon flapped its wings and flew out, quickly disappearing at the edge of the window.
Jun'er closed the window, gently unfolded the paper and took a look. A trace of tenderness suddenly appeared on his face. He hurriedly lit the paper on the candle.
She held it in her hand, waited until the paper burned and only a few corners remained, then gently opened the window and threw it out, letting it float into the Songbai River.
squeak....
Suddenly, the door opened automatically, as if someone pushed the door from outside. Jun'er was so frightened that he turned around suddenly, holding his pounding chest in shock, and stared at the door.
After regaining her composure, she walked over, looked left and right, and found no moving figures. Then she stretched her head and looked in the corridor outside.
This is the dressing room below the cabin. Because of Song Zhenguo, she now has her own independent dressing room. There are no people around. The other sisters have gone up to receive guests.
The corridor was empty, no one was there.
Jun'er breathed a sigh of relief, turned back to the room, locked the door, and added a bolt.
She sat in front of the dressing table, picked up the comb, and gently combed her hair. Whenever her mood fluctuated, combing her hair always calmed her down.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she picked up the comb, her expression suddenly changed.
I saw a line of words written with black eyebrow pencil on the wooden table under the comb.
'We must take action on the Fuminated Satin Festival, don't forget your identity.'
Jun'er bit her lower lip, with a look of struggle in her eyes. After hesitating for a moment, she lightly wrote 'yes' with an eyebrow pencil, and then reached out to erase the handwriting, leaving only a black stain.
Looking up again, she looked at her blurry face in the bronze mirror, feeling a little crazy for a moment.
She knew it was a warning, warning her not to do anything extra, but luckily the contents of the scroll were not discovered.
"It's a pity...I can't stay with Brother Song forever..." A trace of regret and determination flashed in her beautiful eyes.
The master wanted to collect people whose birthdays were in the lunar hour, and also in lunar years and lunar months. Song Zhenguo was one of the targets. In order to get people, all unexpected preparations were made. Just wait for her on the day of the Fumigation Festival.
Invite him to come.
But unknowingly, she gradually fell in love with the upright and bold Song Zhenguo, worshiped and admired her, and wanted to rely on and rely on...
"Brother Song...Jun'er is so tired...so tired..." Jun'er gently touched his cheek, and a tear fell silently from the corner of his eye.
.....................
In a small canyon outside the city.
Bang!!
Lu Sheng turned around and struck a palm, smashing the thick rocks behind him into pieces. The arm-long rocks were broken into pieces and scattered on the ground.
Bang bang bang!!
Lu Sheng turned around quickly and struck out with his palms in succession, smashing the remaining rocks hanging around him into pieces one by one.
The gray-white stone powder spread slowly, which was a bit choking.
Lu Sheng slowly finished the exercise, put his palms together, and stood still while sinking to his Dantian.
"My sword skills and palm skills are sufficient. What I still lack is my light kung fu and footwork. I also need to make up for my hidden weapons from a distance. Otherwise, if I am too far away, I will be in trouble when I encounter a kite-type opponent." Lu.
Sheng slowly calmed down his internal strength, thinking in his mind.
"In addition, the Jade Crane Technique absorbs the power of the Black Tiger Sword and is improved qualitatively. But the improvement is based on the powder left by the ghost.
If I had to do the integration process and details by myself, it would require too much work experience and exploration. It is similar to the difficulty of creating martial arts, and it is impossible to complete it alone."
After that, he himself tried to make breakthroughs in other internal and external skills, but unfortunately it didn't work. Several times he ended up with injuries to the body's meridians. Moreover, the results of repeated attempts were completely different from what he expected.
"If you don't have enough martial arts experience, it seems impossible to create your own techniques to break through the limitations." Lu Sheng understood. "The function of the Jade Crane absorbs the powerful skills of the Black Tiger Sword and produces benign changes. It seems simple.
, in fact, it should be the best result after having simulated it countless times in advance. If I want to continue to improve my martial arts, I must find more similar things left by ghosts."
After finishing the exercise, Lu Sheng walked to the trunk of the big tree, took off his coat, towel and other hanging items, and wiped the sweat on his body with the towel.
"It's time to test the power of the third level of the Black Evil Technique." He has never used all his strength to try out how powerful the third level of the Black Evil Technique is. Now that his body has recovered, he can give it a try.
Looking at the big tree in front of him, Lu Sheng on a whim, mobilized his inner energy with all his strength, poured it into his right hand, and struck out with a fierce palm.
Bang!!
It was the same sound as before, but the power was not much greater. After all, the increase in Black Evil Technique was not mainly in the explosive power.
Lu Sheng gently retracted his hand and saw a handprint as black as ink clearly printed in the middle of the tree trunk.
The handprint was more than ten centimeters deep, and there was a pungent and hot smell all over.
Lu Sheng stretched out his hand and gently touched the edge of the black handprint. A large piece of bark immediately fell off, and the inside of the bark was covered with a large number of black lines like wrinkles.
"This is a burn like a fire. It seems that the Black Evil Gong should be of a good level among the positive internal skills. Unfortunately, it is only a few levels inferior... If the Black Evil Gong can be deduced and strengthened, perhaps the future development and
The improvement will be even greater!”
He now has the same profound skills as an ordinary person who has practiced forty or fifty years, not counting the time spent practicing the Black Tiger Sword Technique and other martial arts.
"Next, it's time to practice a specialized footwork. Whether it's the Black Tiger Sword or other martial arts, they only have footwork to coordinate with the attack. They are truly pure footwork for driving, chasing, and escaping. I don't have a complete set of footwork.
system.”
Lu Sheng began to search for the footwork he had collected. So far, he had only collected one, and that was the Bazhen Step obtained in Jiulian City. However, this was only used for dodge in battle.
"Dark blue." He thought silently in his mind.
The modifier box emerged and hovered before his eyes.
Lu Sheng recalled the Bazhen Steps he had memorized before. The level of this step was even worse than that of the Wind Chasing Knife. There was not even a visualization diagram, so he simply memorized it directly.
Carefully recalling each step, Lu Sheng slowly took out his left foot, then rotated his calf muscles to the left and exerted force. His right leg was a little on the side of the tree trunk, and he used the force to jump forward. This is the first step of Bazhen Step.
One step, this step has eight steps in total and three levels in total. It is said to imitate the famous eight-step step in the Central Plains to catch cicadas.
Lu Sheng studied for a while, and since he already had a foundation in footwork, he quickly became familiar with the power of the movements, and saw the option of Bazhen Steps on the modifier.
He quickly stopped and pressed the modification button with his mind.
Suddenly the entire modifier box flashed.
"Raise the Eight Treasure Steps to one level." Lu Sheng continued.
Among the options on the modifier, the status of Bazhenbu suddenly changed from beginner to beginner.
Lu Sheng checked his physical condition. Except for his legs being slightly numb and itchy, and the inner energy of the Black Tiger Jade Crane Kung Fu having decreased a bit, there was no other reaction.
"Unknowingly, I have accumulated to this point... This kind of low-level martial arts can no longer make me feel burdened." Lu Sheng sighed in his heart and continued to look at the modifier box.
‘Eight Precious Steps: Getting Started.’
"Raise the Eight Precious Steps to the highest third level." Lu Sheng simply recited silently.
Whoosh!
Bazhen's steps flickered, moving from the entry level to the first level. Lu Sheng didn't seem to feel anything.
Whoosh!
On the second floor, Lu Sheng felt his legs were more itchy.
With a final swish, Bazhenbu jumped directly to the third level, and the internal energy of the Black Tiger Jade Crane Technique was also consumed to the extent of four-fifths. This amount would require him at least two days to recover.
But for this entire step, Lu Sheng could already feel that he had mastered the experience, walking methods, and usage of countless Bazhen Steps in his mind, and his legs were obviously more flexible and powerful than before.
"Try it!"
Lu Sheng saw a sparrow in front of him, which had just fluttered from the grass and shot into the distance.
He exerted force on his feet and rushed forward suddenly.
Puff puff puff....
After eight consecutive steps of pursuit, the little bird had no time to react and turned, and was caught by Lu Sheng with a slap.
"I have strong explosive power. The inner energy of the Black Evil Kung Fu and the Black Tiger Jade Crane Kung Fu have enhanced my explosive power and strengthened my physical body. Based on this foundation, the effect of using the Bazhen Steps is quite good. This should have the effect of chasing cicadas with the Eight Steps.
Right?" Lu Sheng let go of his hand with satisfaction, but what he saw was the little sparrow that he had crushed into a ball of bloody flesh...
He suddenly became helpless.
"Now that the footwork has been solved, it's time to try hard skills." Lu Sheng thought for a moment. In the past few months since he came to Yanshan City, he had also secretly investigated and inquired about the situation in the city.
There are not many masters in Yanshan City, because the government is powerful and has more control over people in the world, so the masters here are more from officialdom and generals.
The most famous among them is the Yiqi Qingfeng Sword Lu Cheng Zhong. Compared with this man, the others are just foils, but Lu Cheng Zhong is eighty-seven years old, and his three sons are all high-ranking officials in the city, so it is not easy to get close to him for advice.