Lao Chu's kick may take Feng Taoist half a lifetime to heal, and the rest of his life.
As for the first half of his life, what he healed was the big-eared melon seed that Lao Chu had at the foot of Sandaoyinmen Mountain.
The Feng Dao man was carried away. The two men were like dragging a dog to death. One of them grabbed a leg and dragged the guy back to the bedroom. When he went up the steps, the Feng Dao man was lying on the ground as if he wanted to get high. He had no idea.
A little "bang bang bang".
He Jizhen rubbed his chest and followed in. After Tan Ma left, he closed the door with his backhand.
Feng Taoist, who was still unconscious on the ground, suddenly sat up as if he was dead.
"He...he is so..."
He Jizhen didn't look surprised. He knew that Feng Taoist was pretending to be faint.
The Feng Taoist's face turned pale, and he sat there with a face full of doubts about life. He didn't know how to describe it.
After He Jizhen pulled Feng Taoist up, he said with a smile: "There are still two matches left, do you still want to fight?"
The Feng Taoist's head shook like a rattle.
This is not two fights left. This is two forced fights left, or two kicks left. You can't survive even one fight.
Holding his burning abdomen, Feng Daoren endured the severe pain and sat on the bed.
"Uncle Master, that's all. That Chu Wensheng is not a human being."
Feng Taoist nodded repeatedly, he thought so too.
"But he is just a general in the army. Why is his skill so terrifying?"
Feng Taoist breathed in the cold air and glanced at the redness and swelling on his abdomen: "When I grabbed the weapon from my uncle, my uncle wanted to compete with his wrist strength, but when he reached his shoulders, he had already kicked him over. He was extremely fast. This person... this person
How could it be so powerful?"
"I don't know, but I feel like he hasn't really learned Kung Fu. Even if he has, he's just a master of boxing and kicking, and can't see any rules."
"But... it shouldn't be like this."
Feng Taoist recalled the "fierce" battle just now, with a look of fear on his face: "If that kick had been two inches higher, Master, Master, I will definitely die or be disabled."
"What happened back then?"
He Jizhen pulled out the baggage from under the bed, took out two small pills from it, and threw them to Taoist Feng: "Talk to my nephew."
"Your father never mentioned it?"
"I mentioned it, why didn't I mention it, but he just said that I should practice martial arts hard, and one day avenge him for the half-sword. I always asked after that, but dad didn't want to talk more. Every time he mentioned it, his face was filled with despair.
Then he started forcing me to practice martial arts."
He Jizhen got angry when he mentioned this. You were beaten. You just practiced martial arts diligently, but in the end, you forced me every day?
"Yes, many brothers and sisters are unwilling to talk more about this matter."
Feng Daoren showed an expression of reminiscence: "What happened twenty-seven years ago, Qiu... By the way, how old is the boy from the Chu family this year?"
"Twenty-five, I will be twenty-five by autumn."
"That's it. After Chu Wensheng injured many disciples in the sect, he threatened that if he couldn't find the spirit master's nephew in half a year, he would kill the three hidden sects with blood. After that, the old sect master sent his disciples to find Yu Taoist and the spirit master.
Nephew."
"Did you find it?"
"I think I found it. Two years later, Taoist Yu went up the mountain and took a lot of medicines. They were all high-quality tonic medicines, which should be used for abortion. I think the nephew of the spiritual master had already found Chu Wensheng. Chu Wensheng
It hasn't been seen since."
He Jizhen smoothed over the timeline: "Twenty-seven years ago, or more, Senior Sister Ling got acquainted with Chu Wensheng. After that, Senior Sister left Chu Wensheng and traveled around the world with Senior Uncle Yu. At that time, Senior Uncle, you had just entered the inner sect.
Chu Wensheng didn't know the whereabouts of the spiritual master so he went to the mountain gate. My grandfather looked for Master Yu. Master Yu asked Senior Sister Ling to look for Chu Wensheng and asked him not to come to our mountain gate again to cause trouble. At that time, Senior Sister Ling became pregnant.
, are you pregnant with Chu Qing?"
"How does Uncle Master know the details here?"
"That's not right. Didn't Chu Qing say that his father, Chu Wensheng, has never seen Senior Sister Ling again?"
Feng Taoist thought about it, Chu Qing did say such a thing.
In fact, it was not Chu Qing who deceived the two of them, but Chu Wensheng who deceived Chu Qing.
After leaving the Three Hidden Gates, Chu Wensheng met the eldest princess more than once. He met her six times intermittently for two years. However, these six times were extremely short-lived and at night, and Lao Chu showed almost no resistance.
He just lay flat on his back, so he couldn't say anything. If he did, it would be embarrassing. It was those six short "meetings" that gave Chu Qing the chance to come to this world.
"Don't talk about this, uncle, tell me what happened back then. How did Chu Wensheng attack more than 300 disciples of our mountain sect?"
He Ji was really curious. At first, he didn't believe it at all. The so-called wild man in the forest attacked so many disciples. He thought it was pure nonsense. But today, after seeing Chu Wensheng directly shot into the wall by Feng Taoist
, he believed it.
Yudaoren let out a long sigh and showed a look of reminiscence, his face full of bitterness that he could not bear to look back on.
"Uncle, I just entered the inner sect back then. I had great talent and good bones. Master accepted me as a closed disciple..."
He Jizhen said angrily: "Aren't you the least talented among the inner sect? Master, can you stop bragging?"
"Why do you think, uncle, my cultivation is not as good as other senior brothers in the inner sect?"
He Jizhen was shocked: "I was beaten by Chu Wensheng!"
"It's not just me who has inner demons. I don't know how many disciples who devote themselves to the Tao. They have inner demons because of Chu Wensheng."
He Jizhen suddenly realized.
He has always believed that although Feng Taoists may not be the most talented and understanding, they must be the most diligent.
As long as in the mountain gate, others practiced swords for three hours, Feng Daoist practiced swords for six hours, and he was always more than twice as diligent as others, at least twice as hard as others. Later, he became the four great elders of the younger generation.
The disciples all thought that Feng Taoist was caused by hard work, but now they realize that it is impossible not to work hard, and the beating has left a psychological shadow.
"When Chu Wensheng first went up the mountain, he asked if there was a man named Fuling. He entered the forest and then to the mountain gate. It took five to seven days to walk quickly. When the gatekeeper saw that he was dressed in ragged clothes like a wild man, he was about to drive him away.
Unexpectedly, Chu Wensheng suddenly got angry, beat the boy guarding the mountain, rushed into the mountain gate, and injured more than ten disciples in the sect. After hearing the news, the inner and outer sect disciples forced him back, but Chu Wensheng
Even though he left, he put down his harsh words. If he didn't inform Fuling of his whereabouts, he would let the mountain gate be destroyed."
"If we forced him to retreat, who forced him to retreat?"
"It's not who it is, but the twelve major disciples of the inner sect and hundreds of disciples of the outer sect, holding swords."
He Ji was really embarrassed to say anything.
Is that forcing him to retreat? Isn't that just relying on the large number of people? Chu Wensheng knew very well that a good man would not suffer the immediate loss and just turned around and left.
Besides, let alone Chu Wensheng, there were hundreds of people holding long swords, and even Daluo Jinxian had to run away.
"After that, many disciples who came down from the mountain disappeared one after another. Within ten days, about twenty disciples were like this. Until one day, those ten disciples were thrown naked outside the mountain gate."
"Chu Wensheng did it?!"
"Yes, these disciples were tortured even though their lives were not harmed."
"Ask them about Senior Sister Ling?"
"That's right. These disciples also said that Chu Wensheng threatened to beat one of the three hidden sects who came down the mountain. The old sect leader was furious and ordered the twelve major disciples of the inner sect to take six people each to search the mountains and forests.
I want to find that villain and punish him severely. I wonder when I, the Three Hidden Sects, have ever suffered such shame and humiliation!"
He Jizhen shouted angrily: "Yes, how can it be so humiliating!"
"But what happened next was nothing compared to what I just said."
He Jizhen: “…”
The Feng Taoist sat cross-legged and recounted the nightmare that shrouded the Three Hidden Gates.
"Did you know that the caterpillars on the tree have hair like silver threads, which is ugly to the naked eye. If they come into contact with it, they will be extremely itchy. If they are raised, they will be like a cloth bag..."
"Take other disciples as hostages, use the lives of fellow disciples as threats..."
"Leaves traces, but I don't know that these traces smell like a female animal..."
"The roasted green bamboo was tied with the sword blade fragments and hidden behind the tree..."
"Bamboo sticks scalded with boiling oil are hidden under the grass..."
"The gray stone is ground into powder and lies among the lush leaves..."
Feng Taoist spoke word by word, and tears flowed down unsatisfactoryly.
"Three hundred and six people, a total of three hundred and six people, and your father, the sect master, was almost stabbed through the thigh by Chu Wensheng... In less than two months, less than two months, these two
Over the past month, there have been 306 people in the sect, all of whom are masters and disciples with the most outstanding skills... none of them has been injured. After a long time, no one dared to go down the mountain. Even if they go down, they have to go in groups.
There are no less than fifty people, even so, it is frightening!"
He Jizhen's face was full of shock, but his eyes once again revealed a look of admiration.
"Then how, Uncle Master, were you restrained?"
"I..." Feng Daoren cried, thinking about the "fierce" battle just now, and cried even more fiercely: "Uncle Master doesn't know, I don't know, I don't know. I followed the master to identify the trap on the ground. I saw him again."
The senior brothers, who were tied up with scars all over their bodies, were about to save them, but... a slap was thrown on the uncle's face out of thin air. When he woke up again, he was naked, beaten severely, and fainted again.
Already…”
Feng Taoist couldn't stop his tears from flowing: "Three times, three times in total, three times in total. I was beaten when I woke up, and I was beaten when I fainted. Three times, three times in total!!!"
He Jizhen said quietly: "Uncle, don't be sad, don't cry, be good."
Feng Taoist's face was full of indignation and he shouted: "Three times...three times, three times in total, but he...but he clearly beat my uncle three times, but...he didn't even remember me!"
He Jizhen let out a long sigh.
There were also seven or eight severe beatings, wouldn’t Chu Qing’s father still remember that?
At the same time, in the main hall, Chu Wensheng faced Chu Qing’s constant questioning and waved his hands shyly.
"Oh, don't listen to what that old Taoist was doing just now. It's true that there are more than 300 people, but they are all Taoist boys, they are all babies. They are not even as high as their father's crotch. They are out of breath after just two steps. Why?
Father saw the opportunity, ran back and knocked down several of them with one kick, hahahaha, he beat more than 300 Taoist boys, they were all babies."
Chu Qing and Tao Ruolin looked at each other.
Both of them had expressions on their faces like "You must believe me!"
…………
Zhuguo General's Mansion.
In the back garden, two half-year-old children were in the courtyard.
One of the little cubs with a tiger-like head was lying on the ground, surrounded by coins, panting from exhaustion.
"Brother, where did dad learn this trick? Why do you look so stupid? You might as well lift the stone lock."
Standing up panting, Qin Lie's eldest son Qin Xuan said helplessly: "Brother, how did you know that dad said that you should eat more meat to strengthen your body and live alone in the mountains and forests to fight with tigers and leopards?"
The younger kid trembled: "Brother, let me practice by myself. I want to practice swords. The sword is a swordsman's sword. Brother, no matter how hard you practice, you can't stop the long sword. I will use it in the future."
Sword, you can't beat me with your fists."
"What Brother Wen said is, hey."
Qin Xuan sighed like a young adult and continued to stuff coins into his sleeves.
"By the way, mother is pregnant again these days." Qin Xuan said with a naive smile: "What will the third brother practice in the future?"
"No practice." Qin Wen patted his chest: "Dad said that the third child should not endure hardship and play in the world. I have already thought of a name. I will call him Qin You. I will enjoy happiness every day. My eldest brother and I have practiced martial arts.
From now on, I will protect the third child and let him enjoy all the blessings that we cannot enjoy."
"Okay, then let's protect our third brother from now on."
