Chapter 6 Scholars Court

The east was white, and the sky and the earth were filled with a fresh air. Luzhuang, who had been struggling for a night, returned to peace. The police all withdrew from Lujiazhuang before 10 o'clock last night. Liu Baishu's body was packed and transported directly back to the Provincial Police Department. Bei Ruyan also took the Beijia helicopter and left. Everything seemed to have never happened.

The police also asked Zhao Heng and Lu Meng to record a confession last night, and wanted to complete the case completely, but those testimony could not be presented to the court, and it was ridiculous. One shouted that he fell in love with Bei Ruyan, so he risked his life to save her; the other said that he wanted to have one million, buy a car, gun, and buy a woman.

These are the two demon kings in the world!

Sima Qing made a summary: They are still two bastards!

In the end, he made two beautiful confessions under Bei Ruyan's mediation, and after she communicated with the two brothers, the actions of the two were erased on the police records to avoid causing them to live inconvenience and revenge on the bandit companion Guan Dawang. Moreover, the murder of the two teenagers was not worthy of encouragement and promotion.

Therefore, last night's incident was separated from Zhao Heng and Lu Meng, and of course one million would not be missing.

Before the sun could spread across the earth, Lu Meng and Zhao Heng carried a large bag of hot buns and mellow soy milk to a remote yard at the top of Luzhuang. The two of them discussed the tragic death of Liu Baishu, the beauty of Bei Ruyan, and how delicious and fresh and sweet the pot of snake soup that Uncle Feng cooked last night.

"Brother, do you think Uncle Feng gets up?"

Lu Meng took out two hot buns from the paper bag, handed them to Zhao Heng, and then opened his mouth and bit them: "He drank so much wine last night, and I was afraid that he would still be sleeping in the hall at this moment. If he had known, he would have moved him to the empty yard. Only by letting him enjoy the cold mist can he sober up faster."

Zhao Heng also bit off most of the bun and responded with a big stride: "After drinking, he was beaten by mist, wouldn't he die soon? He died. Where can we drink delicious snake soup in the future? Although that guy is a little hateful, his cooking skills are still unambiguous. The snake soup is so delicious."

"That's right!"

Lu Meng glanced at the yard that was about to arrive and finished eating the buns in his hand in a few seconds: "And we haven't received the 100,000 bounty yet, and he died at this time. What do you think we can give him a ride? We can't even afford the coffin, so we can only throw him into the mountains to feed the wolf, but I'm too lazy to carry it."

Zhao Heng smiled: "So we will ask him for some money to send the money to the end later."

Lu Meng laughed: "It makes sense!"

Uncle Feng is an outsider, but he doesn't know where he comes from. His name is Feng Wutian. He calls himself a scholar of Jiujian. He paid for money twenty years ago to buy an abandoned yard from Luzhuang. After a little renovation, he lived in it. He didn't have to work every day but lived a decay life. He had wine, books, swords, and computers that were constantly changing.

He also gave himself a name: Scholar's Courtyard.

Zhao Heng and Lu Meng boarded his pirate ship when they were five years old. A few villain books and a few movies tied them up, making them willingly worship Uncle Feng as their teacher. However, they did not live as comfortable and comfortable as Uncle Feng, nor did they satisfy their curiosity every day. They had to study, practice martial arts, and hunt.

When they were ten years old, their lives were extremely miserable. They started running for one kilometer every day, and they ran all the mountain grass set by Uncle Feng. Many times there was no road at all, but they had to run with their backpacks on their backpacks. What was in the backpack? Two-inch thick bricks! Four pieces were placed on each shoulder, regardless of wind or rain.

After one day, I raised my legs across the threshold, and my legs were trembling and I couldn't get through. But Uncle Feng didn't care how tired they were, and he still let them struggle for one kilometer the next day. The most important thing is that this long-distance running is added every year. Today, Zhao Heng and Lu Meng are completely running to the county town to study, just twenty kilometers.

Only by meeting Uncle Feng’s request can they barely be drunk and dream.

Five or six years have passed, and they have been on par with Uncle Feng, and can only play with computers that are no longer strange, read the less bitter love of men and women, drink his valuable red wine, white wine, and even touch the long sword that was boastful by Uncle Feng.

Of course, the improvement of their status did not change their master-apprentice relationship. Zhao Heng and Lu Meng still trained for five hours a day, but their relationship was as harmonious as brothers. The three of them gathered in the scholar courtyard to discuss life, ideals, martial arts, and occasionally had some wine to fight together.

The three of them had a snake meal last night.

When Zhao Heng and Lu Meng were killing people for women and money, Uncle Feng took two big snakes and two pheasants away from the Lu family and made a sumptuous dinner to wait for a disciple. So a child ran to the scene to call people, which made Zhao Heng and Lu Meng, who were overly exhausted in physical strength and energy, enjoy a dragon and phoenix meal.

Uncle Feng was even more excited when he knew that the two of them had killed Liu Baishu. He brought out the spirits he had collected for many years and drank very drunk. So Zhao Heng and Lu Meng got up early today and asked for two pots of soy milk and buns in the village to visit Uncle Feng, wanting to see if the drunk guy woke up and then give him a strong training.

"Uncle Feng!"

The forgot about talking made them forget the time and potential dangers. They quickly stepped into the scholar's courtyard. They just pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard. In the air, the white mist that was originally as soothing as clouds, suddenly seemed to be surging like raging waves, and then a sharp sword light flashed.

With the crack that broke through the air, it slashed down like thunder on the Lu in front of it.

It was as if lightning flashed through the sky, like the rising sun in the East China Sea, the light spreading thousands of miles. A delicate and even beautiful face, snow-white and fluttering clothes, scattered hair, and frosty eyes suddenly appeared from the fog, like the coming of the god of killing, two figures flew backwards, and then almost roared together:

"Uncle Feng, are you playing sneak attack again?"

They shouted in shock and retreated, and the sounds of their bodies leaning against each other were intertwined in a mess. The scene was extremely chaotic. Zhao Heng and Lu suddenly rolled up from the ground. When they threw the soy milk and buns on the table in the yard, they also grabbed a wooden knife in their hands and then stared at the thick fog.

"Boy, aren't you very awesome?"

A very vicissitudes and arrogance sound floated out, and then a man in white came into view from the two of them. He was slender and had a wooden knife firmly grasping in his hand. From a distance, he looked quite elegant and calm. However, his overly beautiful face destroyed his majesty and murderous aura:

"Is the excitement of killing still there? Come on! Have fun with Uncle Feng."

Lu Meng waved the wooden knife and rushed forward: "Damn! Do you really think I'm Amon?"

"Hehe! It's a promising!"

Although the laughter was very light, it was surprisingly clear among these chaotic sounds, as if the bells in the temple were ringing. The middle-aged man in white was like lightning and his expression was as crazy as crazy. He casually slashed out and directly hit Lu Meng's back. When the wooden sword collided, he shook Lu Meng's body.

"Well, it's not bad! Lu Meng, you are more skilled than before."

A smile flashed across the face of the man in white, and then the wooden knife in his hand was in full swing: "It seems that this summer vacation is still useful, and it allows you to focus on martial arts practice, not on the chests of your school uniform girls. Come on! Let Uncle Feng try you a few more moves, hoping you can withstand it haha."

Lu Meng licked his lips: "Carry your sister! I'm playing with a gun!"

"But you will still be assuming you when you play with a knife! Take the move!"

Then Lu Meng rushed forward with a roar, his steps intertwined. The man in white sneered and approached. Two wooden knives fought continuously in the air. When the sound of a dull sound, Lu Meng kicked the man in white and took the man in white under the vagina. The latter hurriedly retracted his strength and retreated, and did not forget to shout: "Boy, are you too dark?"

"Damn! You taught this!"

Lu Meng gasped slightly: "How can I be worthy of your master if I am not vicious?"

The man in white stared at him: "It's really a rebellious boy! Look at the knife!"

With one sword, he shook Lu Meng away from the approaching two steps.

Then he slashed out continuously. Every time he took a knife, he was calm like frost, with a tricky and domineering angle, and sneak attacks and plotting against each other. He did everything he could, without the style of everyone's swordsmanship. In the blink of an eye, Lu Meng, who rushed up, was in a hurry and was slapped by him for more than a dozen wooden swords.

Then he was cut in the chest by a middle-aged man, and Lu Meng couldn't stop retreating.

"Old Feng, do you take a ruthless move?"

Lu Meng was in unbearable pain. He finally stabilized his body, but he was extremely shocked to find that the five hundred oceans of clothes on his chest had a huge gap. He was also considered to be very trained and skillful, but in the sudden attack of the middle-aged man, he was useless and had a piece of clothing.

The man in white had a wooden knife on the side: "I'm afraid?"

"Lu Meng, retreat, I'll do it!"

After eating two buns and drinking half a cup of soy milk, Zhao Heng shook the corner of his mouth, holding the wooden knife that had been used for more than ten years, and jumped in front of Lu Meng. His neck twisted and exuded a sense of fighting. The man in white looked a little more solemn. He saw that Zhao Heng's right hand was shaking slightly, and it was obvious that the terrifying force was slowly condensing.

After thinking for a while, the man in white laughed:

"Zhao Heng, you are not my opponent, so I won't fight this battle."

"Leave some confidence to you young people, so as not to say that I bully the small ones by the big ones."

While the middle-aged man was having fun smiles, he saw Zhao Heng slashing over with a knife without any mercy. Seeing this, the middle-aged man immediately swung a knife to block the attack. The two swords collided in the air. Both of them retreated three or four steps. The middle-aged man felt a little painful in the tiger's mouth, and then shouted: "I won't play anymore, eat buns first."

Zhao Heng smiled and bullied himself in front of him again.

The middle-aged man showed some pain: "Come again?"
Chapter completed!