One hundred and seventy-seven, the righteousness of being late
Wu and the people in the Escort Bureau regard the ancestral hall as a place that cannot be approached. Except when they pay tribute to their ancestors every year to ensure that the Escort Bureau has a good business year, no one wants to get close to it. Naturally, no one knows that there are people in the ancestral hall during the day.
Dare to use swords and guns inside.
"In the eyes of many warriors, battlefield martial arts are all about open and close. Although they are good at battle formations, they are not sophisticated when fighting against others." The old man and Wei Changpan sat across from each other on futons. The copper stove in the ancestral hall could not warm the whole body.
There was a cool breeze blowing in the big room, "Besides, there is no blood, no matter how good battlefield martial arts is, there will be no evil spirit."
"Although you can experience some fighting on the way to escorting a bodyguard, there are not many life and death situations. This time the bodyguard is not an accident."
"After that day, I was a little afraid of drawing the knife." Wei Changpan's voice was low, as if he was telling, "But the knife is not around, and it is not secure. When sleeping, it should be placed within reach of one's hand..."
"Everyone has a well in their heart, and at the bottom of the well lies the ghost they fear most. The more afraid you are, the more the ghost in the well will raise its head. Until you reach the mouth of the well, your fear will completely swallow you up." The old man whispered, "
These are things that can only be understood by yourself, and no one else can teach you."
"Things about ghosts and ghosts cannot be explained in the end."
The old man patted his knees, with his empty sleeves and trouser legs hanging there, "One arm and half a leg, only ghosts have been removed in recent years. This is not an easy price to pay. You are still young, and there is still room for redemption. Okay,
Go wipe those tablets, be careful, many of those people were once heroes."
Wei Changpan was stunned, "I still do the job of cleaning the ancestral hall..."
"The manpower from Fulutai and Songfeng Mountain are still looking for those who haven't wiped out all of you. Maybe those black-clad assassins have arrived in Bingyuan City." The old man's words are not unreasonable. "Many of them are good at concealment. On weekdays, they are good at concealment.
They look just like ordinary people in the city. They often kill people quietly and then leave calmly. Those two-handed government officials can't see any flaws no matter what."
"Stay in the ancestral hall." The old man closed his eyes and took a rest. "Yan Chao will come every half a day to teach you your sword skills. Your sword is not the inheritance of the Zhang family, and I can't teach you. Don't forget to make a pot of tea.
Come."
When Wei Changpan came back with steaming tea, the old man had already fallen asleep, looking like a tired man who had been waiting for a long time.
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"Swordsmanship on the battlefield is not just about slashing and slashing wildly! You have to be quick with your sword! But your return sword must be faster! Since ancient times, there are many swordsmen who move forward with their swords, but no one can survive for a long time!" Bai Xu
The burly old man with white hair stepped aside and taught Wei Changpan, who was trying his best to swing the sword, "Swinging the sword like this is a taboo! You use nine percent of your strength to make the move, and if you leave one percent to retract the sword, that's a flaw!"
Song Yanchao slapped the middle of the long sword in Wei Changpan's hand with his palm. The long sword fell from his hand and whirled to the ground, making the sound of gold and stone hitting each other.
This blow knocked the knife away from Wei Changpan's hand and bruised his wrist. The head escort of the Wuhe Escort Bureau showed no mercy at all, "Too slow! It's only slow to return the knife, but it's still so slow to draw out the knife."
Tun Tun's virtue is nothing like that of a three-story martial artist, and the old lady who cuts pig grass is more capable than you!"
Wei Changpan was half-kneeling on the newly paved brick floor, his chest heaving violently, and his breathing was as loud as a
Broken bellows.
A deep feeling of powerlessness came over him. He tried his best every time he used the sword, but it still didn't help. The burly chief escort suddenly became as nimble as a cat, always able to dodge at the slightest moment.
He used the blade of his blade, and then flicked the back of his blade with his index finger. The force was not very strong, but it stayed in the same position every time. It was like a shame that gradually accumulated and became heavier, making Wei Changpan's movements of swinging the blade a little messier.
"You have to control this sword well, rather than letting this sword control you." Song Yanchao picked up the long sword and threw it in front of Wei Changpan, who was still breathing, "Come again!"
For an entire hour, Wei Changpan was wielding his sword, and Song Yanchao, a white-bearded and white-haired man, took the blow. Like Li Qing in the black shop on Dashu Cross Slope, they were almost as good as a cat teasing a mouse, and even a tough man didn't have such physical strength.
, the knife in his hand became heavier and heavier, and it became more clumsy to swing.
The sword was in vain. Wei Changpan could no longer control his body and fell to the ground unable to get up.
"That's it for today. It's fast, accurate, and stable. It means this warrior's body is still strong after hard work." Wu He, the head of the escort agency, said these words before stepping out of the threshold of the ancestral hall, exhausted.
Wei Changpan was lying on the ground with his back stretched out and his mind was going over the trial he just tried.
Each knife seemed to cut into the air just before it hit the person. Sometimes he would be frightened by the whistling wind caused by the force of the knife, but it still couldn't even touch Song Yanchao's hair.
"Yan Chao's level of martial arts is beyond what you can touch now. He has the courage to try it with you. Part of it is for my sake, and the other part is to see if you can barely get by. Otherwise, let him, a lazy guy, take action. Shao Shao said.
We have to spend hundreds of taels of silver to buy a jar of good wine, set a table of good food, and serve them well." The old man surnamed Zhang, who witnessed the whole process from the side, rarely comforted Wei Changpan.
Wei Changpan felt a little warm in his heart when he heard the old man say, "But when I was your age, I wouldn't have been in such a mess..."
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After a long silence, the old man was a little puzzled when he didn't hear his rebuttal. At this time, the man on the ground calmly said, "Yes, if my talent is higher, my martial arts progress can be faster, and I can absorb more masters."
Prepare the medicinal power of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and even if I can't change the outcome of the battle at Songfeng Mountain, I can fight to the death with those two."
"Every generation has its own affairs. It is natural for the elders of the sect to die fighting for the sect. The blood of these people bought your lives. Before you have the ability to take revenge, don't casually bury your lives in this world.
which place."
"But so far I have only opened the second acupuncture point after the third floor." Wei Changpan stood up from the ground, a little excited, "Such a slow entry, I have to wait until the Year of the Monkey to go up to the next floor!"
He sat down again, hugged his knees, and buried half of his face between his knees, "I'm afraid that by the time I have the ability to take revenge, the person who wanted to seek revenge would have died long ago..."
The old man finally realized where Wei Changpan's heart was. "Being able to live longer than those evil people can be regarded as revenge..."
"But senior, is delayed righteousness still righteousness? The damned person is still alive and well, just because the person who took revenge is not ready, he died on the bed of old age so comfortably..." Wei Changpan suddenly raised his head and asked.
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, "Can such revenge really be considered revenge?"
"What exactly do you want to ask?"
"Senior!" Wei Changpan stood up solemnly and bowed to the old man, "Is there anyone who can improve his martial arts level in a very short period of time..."
The old man who was listening attentively to Wei Changpan's words in one moment had already flashed in front of Wei Changpan in the next moment, and slapped Wei Changpan until he was lying on his side on the ground. Half of his face was sore and numb, and he didn't know if he had lost a whole body.
Arrange teeth.
"What you are thinking has gone astray." The wooden stick of the old man's broken leg stepped on an acupuncture point next to Wei Changpan's waist. The pain caused him to arch his back like a shrimp, "If you are having such thoughts, not only Wu He
If the escort agency cannot tolerate you, I will personally hunt you to the ends of the earth."
"Perhaps you are eager for revenge." After releasing the wooden stick on that acupoint, Wei Changpan was able to catch his breath and panted violently on the ground, "But kid, martial arts realm is not something that can be achieved overnight, just like
The grain that is planted every spring and harvested in autumn should not be unclear to you as to the result of pulling out the seedlings to encourage their growth."
"Every technique that can improve the level of martial arts in a short period of time is an evil technique. Making profits by taking other people's things is indeed immediate, but after a long time, other people's things are still other people's things after all." The old man said on a crutch.
, walked back to the Grand Master's chair and sat down, sighing, "After revenge, people have to live on."
In the prison of Qishan County, Zhang Liu, a man who cannibalizes human flesh and blood, can be called Wei Changpan's fellow martial uncle. The skills he learned are inferior to those of cannibalizing human flesh and blood among evil arts. The sudden burst of power can even knock Zhang Wu's hand with his bare hands.
Although he finally cleared the door for Zhang Wu, he was able to fight for so long with Zhang Wu who was bottlenecked between the fifth and sixth floors and held a weapon at the five-story level. He was also the first to put Wei Changpan in danger.
People on the front line are naturally unforgettable.
After taking revenge, people naturally want to live, but if they can't even take revenge, what's the point of living?
That day on the island in the center of Qihu Lake, when the soul of Mr. Qian came back to see him, it was destined that Wei Changpan would not reveal the matter so easily. The owner of that terrifying face with arrow wounds and knife wounds was there.
It seemed to Wei Changpan that he was the best person in the world just like the master who fulfilled his promise and led him back to Qingshan County by horse.
According to Yao's law, it is natural to kill people to pay for their lives, but if even the cavalry and archers under the Jiangzhou general are killing people, then how can he seek justice from the Jiangzhou government? Beat drums to complain? I'm afraid there will be less than one
At that time, the disciples of Songfeng Mountain had already surrounded him on three levels inside and outside. Don't forget that he also had the name of a bandit. Any citizen in Jiangzhou who informed the government of the bandit news could be
For a reward of five taels of silver, too many people are happy to do this.
Can he only wait for Gao Xu to die of old age in his position as the co-leader of Jiangzhou Jianghu, and pray that the Kaolutai assassins who attacked the escort agency will die in the assassination process? Then he can live the rest of his life in peace and contentment?
The righteousness that comes late is no longer righteousness, but now that the work is done, all he can do is to do his best to make this righteousness come as quickly as possible.