Legend of Fei Chapter 38: Kurong

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Zhou Fei said in amazement: "Senior, what are you doing?"

Duan Jiuniang blinked innocently: "I teach you!"

I haven’t heard that learning Kungfu has to be made a wooden person. Zhou Fei suddenly had an ominous premonition that she was too lazy to care about the madman, and didn’t want to open her eyes to watch the madman play her to death, so she hurriedly changed the topic:" Didn’t the predecessors say that I have the ability to specialize in snowbreakers? Wouldn’t I ask me to increase my knowledge?"

Duan Jiuniang said pretentiously: "Those are all moves. I have the inner strength of my hand as the foundation, exercise as a supplement, and the second move. When I first started, I had to start from the basics."

As soon as Zhou Fei heard it, her scalp was really exploded-there is a saying that eating food will make it difficult to vomit, and if the meridians are distracted, it will not be smooth. If this madman is allowed to point her at her, in the future If you don't make trouble, you have to have one more person in the yard.

She really prefers Mad Lady Duan to continue her demolition business, rather than to learn her seriousness.

When Zhou Fei was in a hurry, he became a bit more nonsense and quick-witted for no reason, and quickly slapped him: "That's not anxious, I used to think that my snowbreaker is the most powerful knife in the world. I've never heard of anything else that can be defeated by it, so I almost watched the sky from the well...Uh...Senior, let me see it soon."

Duan Jiuniang's mind is always old and young, old and young. She is a little bit like a child. I heard that Zhou Fei wanted to see her proud work, so she was coaxed to laugh with just a few words. She flicked her sleeves and untied Zhou Fei. "Then you follow me."

Duan Jiuniang was very indifferent. Zhou Fei finally managed to endure a choking cough, but he didn't have time to let her anger come over. The Jiuniang Duan thought she was too slow, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her around. He took it out, then put the long knife into her hand, and picked up a branch from nowhere, and smiled and said to Zhou Fei: "Come, come."

Zhou Fei squeezed the long knife in his hand twice. Although he didn't hate Duan Jiuniang much, he was still a little unwilling to be controlled by her hand, so he said: "Senior, nine-style snowbreaker, I Most of them make painting tiger dogs, if it is embarrassing, it is because of my poor learning skills, not because of bad swords."

Duan Jiuniang said impatiently: "You little girl, at a little age, you are as long-winded as Li Zheng!"

Zhou Fei has grown to such a big age that she has been dismissed as having a bad temper and a black mouth. No one has ever said that she is "long-winded". It is really nonsense. Unexpectedly, the rotten peach blossom that her grandfather provoked when she was alive has been so badly rotten for so many years to live in peace with the world, but it was a coincidence that she had to send it to the door to make a face.

Tsk, it's also fate.

"Senior, please." Zhou Fei shook the long knife in her hand, abandoning distracting thoughts, the long knife rolled up a whirlwind in her hand.

The first three openings and closings of the snowbreaker are "breaking the mountain", "separating the sea" and "not cutting the week."

Zhou Fei skipped the two parts of "mountain and sea" directly, and used the "imperfect wind" that she had only realized in the valley of Mu Xiaoqiao. This is the fastest and most inconsistent of the nine styles of snowbreakers. In one style, wherever the sword light goes, it can break the sound of the sound and split the flying shadow.

At the same time, she involuntarily recalled that in the Valley War, Chong Xiaozi raised her "Mayfly Array", and when she had an idea, she brought it out in the midst of walking around.

Zhou Fei’s talent seems to be innate. He doesn’t pay attention to the number of things, especially the big and small. Seeing what makes others shine in other people’s kung fu, sometimes I don’t know what’s weird. The inspiration of the person can be used to show up.

According to legend, the "Mayfly Formation" can be worth ten thousand, and the "unweekly wind" is the most suitable to fight against group fights. The combination of the two sides is like a tiger with more wings. Zhou Fei has turned the "unperfect wind" into a "southeast and northwest wind". .

Duan Jiuniang felt that she was surrounded by seven or eight people for a while. She couldn't help but be a little surprised. She said softly. She didn't expect that Zhou Fei, a seemingly regular person, would be very irregular. one side.

For the inner kung fu like the dry hand, you don’t need to use a real knife or a spear to the juniors. A dilapidated branch can be like a magic weapon in her hands. The two have gone through seven or eight moves between the electric light and the fire. , Duan Jiuniang basically did not fight back.

She didn't chuckle until she understood Zhou Fei's ingenious way: "Look at me."

Before she finished her words, Zhou Fei felt that the knife in her palm seemed to be stuck to something. The other party seemed to be holding the small tree branch and tapping the long knife at random. Zhou Fei's original violent blade style Suddenly it was interrupted, and I couldn't find the invigorating feeling like the flow of water.

Zhou Fei hurried to withdraw her hand, but as soon as her blade was forced to slow down, she was suddenly caught by Duan Jiuniang and grabbed it in her hand. She stretched out only three fingers, and then firmly clamped Zhou Fei's knife face. The tiger's mouth was suspended in the air, and it was about a finger width between Sen Leng's iron blade, but it was easy to do, and even the oil skin was not broken.

Zhou Fei was shocked and met Duan Jiuniang's gaze.

Duan Jiuniang looked at her, smiled quietly like a prank, and whispered: "This, it's called ‘chasing the wind’."

Zhou Fei doesn’t know what’s wrong. She may be slower than others. In comparison, the words of the sword are clearer and more straightforward than the words of the people. I heard the old servant woman talk about it before. Zhou Fei is basically untouched by love and hatred. She stood and listened to the people in the story as demon back and forth, without backache at all.

Until she saw this trick with her own eyes, she heard the word "chasing the wind" with her own ears.

Zhou Fei suddenly felt uncomfortable for no reason, and instantly understood what it means to "go away cannot stay, and the past cannot be pursued".

She froze for a moment, and the circles under her eyes were red without warning.

Duan Jiuniang was taken aback, and she was helplessly suppressing her triumphant smile. After thinking for a while, she carried the small wooden stick in her hand behind her back and said, "Hey...Why are you doing this, crying if you lose?" "

Zhou Fei took a deep breath, held back the tears hard, frowned and bowed his head and said: "Who is crying?"

Duan Jiuniang bent over quite childishly, looked at her expression from bottom to top, and said cautiously: "I was chased by four vicious dogs for dozens of miles once, and they were beaten and rolled all over the floor. I didn't cry."

Zhou Fei couldn't laugh or cry, rubbed his eyes, hung the long knife back into the scabbard, walked back to the front of the house, looked at Wu Chuchu through the window, and saw that she was puffed up and down for the first time, sleeping on the pillow for the first time. Dead, without being alarmed at all, he took her to the door and sat down at the door. Duan Jiuniang also leaned over and sat next to her.

Duan Jiuniang said: "I think you are just as basic as you are, and it's too hard to practice a snowbreaker."

Zhou Feixin said, that's better than Li Sheng, and Li Sheng didn't even catch the master's sword.

She said without serious consideration: "If you work hard, practice slowly."

Duan Jiuniang nodded solemnly 800, and said solemnly: "This is the truth, you have to work hard in the future."

Zhou Fei realized that she had already worked very hard, so she told her about her practice of swordsmanship in the Forty-Eight Village Ximojiang. As soon as Duan Jiuniang heard the words "Forty Eight Villages", she was very focused, wishing to rub down every star of Zhou Fei's saliva and cherish it secretly.

However, after listening to this paragraph, she smiled again: "What do you call hard work? Your father, mother-in-law, mother-in-law, will definitely indulge you the most."

Her memory was upside-down, it would seem to have been a string of generations, and Zhou Fei became Li Zheng's daughter, and Zhou Fei had to correct her.

Duan Jiuniang uttered "Oh", and didn't know if I heard it, and then said: "When I was a child, when I first started practicing internal skills, there were dozens of brothers who died in the first year and half died in the second year. More than half of the people who died, and three years after I started, there are only five people left, including me. Do you know why?"

Zhou Fei had never heard of such a deadly school, and shook his head in shock.

Duan Jiuniang said flatly: "Because my master comes to pass on the gong once a month, and infuse a piece of true energy into our body, you certainly don’t know how it feels. The skin and flesh all over the body will explode like bones. At this time , You can’t faint. If you faint, you will explode and die. You have to endure the pain of bone scraping, and forcefully subdue the chaotic true energy bit by bit. If you can’t subdue it, you have to go crazy. The seven orifices bleed and died. After three years of basic training, there will be body forging, which is more likely to die. My master often said that the bones that have not been broken are not strong. After another two years, only me is left. We are with brother!"

Zhou Fei's hair is horrified, and he feels that this school is not like teaching apprentices, like raising Gu.

Duan Jiuniang looked at her angrily and sighed: "Your father..."

"Grandpa." Zhou Fei corrected it again.

Duan Jiuniang struggled for a while, and couldn't figure out what period of time he was in, and said in amazement: "What? When did that little girl Li Jinrong have a girl like you?"

When Zhou Fei heard her be so confused, she didn't really believe in the nonsense that she just had. She patiently told her about her genealogy again... but it was useless. After a while, she Become a "great-granddaughter" again.

Sometimes what the two said is right, and sometimes they are talking about the same thing. However, it is strange to say that in the day, Zhou Fei still wants to cut this crazy woman a thousand times, this will make her big She stayed up at midnight and sat with Duan Jiuniang, listening to her talking about old things in a mess, but she felt fresh and kind. She didn’t think she had a pot of porridge that had been boiled for more than ten years. Dawn.

Zhou Fei said to Duan Jiuniang, "Senior, don't be angry with them in this ghost place. Come back to the village with us."

Duan Jiuniang didn't understand the first half of her sentence, probably she was fascinated in the past, and she didn't realize how angry she was now.

But I understood the second half of the sentence. Duan Jiuniang was happy on the face, and then stayed again. This stay meant a long time. Zhou Fei waited for a while, not knowing which word he said wrong, so he stretched out his hand and patted it. Pat her knee: "Senior?"

Duan Jiuniang just like a corpse, "Teng" stood up, and said coldly: "What do you do to Forty-Eight Village? Widowed?"

At this moment, she seemed to have finally figured out where and when she was, and her skinny hand grabbed Zhou Fei's shoulder.

Zhou Fei only felt the whole body numb, and then an indescribable strange qi flowed from the top to the bottom between the eight channels of her odd meridian.

Ordinary internal breaths are like currents, some are quieter, some are more tyrannical, but this internal breath is like a bone-evising steel knife, involuntarily penetrating through the bones, ramming, wherever it goes, It seems to give people skin cramps.

Duan Jiuniang was just like letting a ghost possess her, she swept away her "innocent and lively" with her hands on her chest, condescendingly watched Zhou Fei's pain so much that she could not speak, and said blankly: "Kurong hands 'There is a difference between inside and outside.' I practiced'Kai'. When the true qi is injected into your body, it will turn into'Rong', and it will flow endlessly. As long as you can survive it, you can practice my brother's kung fu.'Ku Rong In the hands, although the withered hands are more vicious, but in the final analysis, the Rong Shou is more powerful, but it suffers more hardships when it is transformed. All the same students who practiced the Rong Shou in the past died within a year. My brother is alone...it’s a pity that my master’s **** is only willing to teach one Kung Fu. Withered and prosperous, my brother and I are bothered and prospered, so I can’t pass on the kung fu."

Zhou Fei's ears "buzzed", and she couldn't hear what she was talking about.

The old servant woman heard the movement and ran out of the wing hurriedly, seeing that Zhou Fei's face was no longer human.

Her acupuncture points were only blocked by Duan Jiuniang for a moment, and she was soon rushed away by the Gu Rong Zhenqi who entered. Zhou Fei couldn't sit still anymore and rolled off the threshold, her hands and feet twitched gently. Then, I don't know if it is a weak struggle or an uncontrollable trembling.

The old lady cook was dumbfounded: "Madam, what are you doing?"

Wu Chuchu, who slept for a good night's sleep, just woke up from a beautiful dream. Unexpected changes happened again. She was about to collapse. A lady who usually smiled and didn't show her teeth ran into the courtyard disheveled. Busy to reach out to help Zhou Fei up.

However, the flesh and blood on Zhou Fei's body seemed to have deteriorated into stone, hard, cold, and heavy. She stretched out her hand twice in vain, but she didn't know where to fall, and she turned around in a hurry.

Duan Jiuniang looked indifferent and sat cross-legged under a tree beside her. She looked like an old monster and a little girl for a while, but this time she was sitting, but there was a little grandmaster-like Yuanyue air... just About is not a "master" who is too gentle and decent.

Duan Jiuniang said sternly: "Since ancient times, there have been many sects. Even though some sects have become famous for a time because of a few romantic figures, they have finally declined. The inheritance of descendants is like the weasel under the mouse. A litter is not as good as a litter. You know why ?"

There are three people present, one is resting on the ground not knowing whether it is alive or dead, one can only embroider flowers and chant poems, and the other is dedicated to the great cause of broom and spatula all his life, and does not care about other mundane things-none of them can understand Grandmaster Duan This time, read all the high-level theories of ancient heroes.

Duan Jiuniang, who has no confidant, had to talk to herself lonely.

She said: "Why did you practice martial arts? What swords, guns, swords and halberds did you learn? What kind of world and world did you travel? You pedantic, decent people, only teach disciples that martial arts is to strengthen the body, what do you say, "in the future" To **** the strong and help the weak' nonsense, most of the disciples who are taught are "hoe" waste! A martial arts school is to earn your life, to "put it to death and live after you", that is, "you want me." I'm not going to die! Without this level of energy, what is the difference between you and a smasher? You don't necessarily have a monkey to turn it smoothly."

Zhou Fei's nails were originally repaired very short, but she couldn't take care of her for a while. She grew a little bit and slammed into the bluestone ground in the courtyard, and soon became bloody.

Wu Chuchu cried and pleaded: "Madam, since she is Li Daxia's granddaughter, isn't she also equivalent to your junior? If she has any shortcomings, her parents and brothers, won't they be sad? Madam, in your heart. Isn’t it sad? If Li Daxia knows Quanxia, ​​how can he bear it?"

Duan Jiuniang was taken aback for a while when she said these few words.

Seeing her look loose, Wu Chuchu hurriedly continued his efforts cleverly: "Please help Afei!"

Duan Jiuniang heard this and shook her head and said: "Then I can't save it. Ku Rong's true energy has already entered her body. You can't pull it out, you can only look at her."

Wu Chuchu almost knelt down for her. Isn't this just killing and burying?

Duan Jiuniang said, her complexion became unsatisfactory: "If she is of real Li family blood, she shouldn't be able to suffer from this bitterness. If she is really such a waste, it will be better to die in my hands than to go out. Dying outside is strong in others’ hands!"