Chapter 398

When I was a child, because I had a good family, I should have been the owner of street fighting dogs and calling friends, but this child just liked to learn martial arts.

In addition, the martial arts master in the family is the external disciple from these 18 families.

If you really have two brushes, you can lay down the foundation of the client when he was a child.

With the client's martial arts talent and understanding gradually revealed, his martial arts master directly informed Gu Zheng's parents, took him with his luggage roll, and went to the deep mountain where the 18 Wulin families were located.

It is said that these 18 families are famous in the way. I think when the emperor of the great Song Dynasty started, he still had a drink with these 18 families in Shaolin and had a duel with them in martial arts.

Since then, even if the Wulin status of these 18 families has been confirmed, they follow the rules handed down from generation to generation, which have been negotiated with the founding emperor for generations.

We only sneak in the mountains. We can be a Ranger or an assassin, but we can't form a force. We can take in large-scale disciples until we become an army force.

This was what the founding emperor was most worried about at the beginning, but with the passage of time, their royal people found that, hey, these Wulin people are too easy to deceive?

Adhering to a promise, I have really lain in the mountains for many years.

In addition to meeting people with good qualifications or professors among close people, it is true that martial arts are secret and fulfill the promise of the hermit family.

This comes and goes, the emperor's old son's attention is not on them. It has been handed down from generation to generation. At present, the reigning Huizong has forgotten that there is such a wave of people.

The clients of this world were sent to the deep mountains where the eighteen families were located and followed a group of old men for ten years.

Because his brain is single-minded and his talent in martial arts is extremely high, he has basically turned out the unique skills of those old men.

In the words of his masters, within ten years, there will be a great martial arts master in the whole Jianghu, and no one in the whole Wulin will compare with him.

In this regard, the client is not complacent. He still studies with the masters' Wulin secrets and forgets to eat and sleep.

Until this time, the old men and masters found that they were not quite right.

Now Gu Zheng is 18 years old. He has never seen the troubles in the world. The most important thing is that he has never seen a decent young woman except when he saw several little girls with snot in his neighbors as a child and the old granny cooking for their dying old men in the deep mountain and old forest.

You know, heroes are short of spirit, heroes are sad about beauty. The reason why these words exist is that women are too destructive.

Men who are well-informed outside can eventually be planted in the hands of women. Isn't their apprentice, a simple little Eagle like a piece of white paper, going to be eaten by those evil women?

At the thought of such a result, the old men were not calm.

They found Master Wu, who had led the client up at the beginning. They explained it again and again, then waved a big hand at the client and motioned: apprentice, you have almost learned this skill and have a seven point heat.

It's time to go down the mountain.

And you've been up the mountain for ten years, and the family must miss you very much, right?

As for you, first follow your former cheap master down the mountain, go home and enjoy the happiness of your family. Then, take our recommendation sign, go to the famous hotel in the mountain, take a walk and have a look, and compete with the children hidden under the door of some old friends.

Feel what Jianghu is and learn how a Jianghu child should behave.

The trustor of martial arts thought he should go down the mountain after mastering all the skills of Shifu.

But after hearing that they could compete everywhere, the excitement became unbearable.

Pack up and say goodbye to Shifu. Then he followed elder martial brother Qian down the mountain.

Looking back here, it should have been a stereotyped story of Wulin elites.

Born in a famous family, solid Kung Fu, simple and honest.

In ordinary martial arts novels, this should be the protagonist's close friend. Of course, if the book takes the underworld protagonist as the background, it is the protagonist's old enemy.

But the problem is that life is more complex than a novel can cover.

When Gu Zheng and his senior brother Jiang came to Gu Zheng's hometown according to their memory, they found that it had become a piece of scorched earth.

The ruins seem to have existed for several years, but judging from the scorched earth and dark brown blood, this place must not have been destroyed by natural disasters.

This is a man-made disaster.

Seeing the scene here, Gu Zheng's first reaction was to find the government for inspection, but he was stopped by the old martial arts master and now senior brother Jiang who had been wandering in the Jianghu.

He took Gu Zheng back from here and walked in the direction of several small villages he had passed nearby.

After pretending to be passers-by from other places, they got the news they wanted to know at a small roadside tea stall that provided tea for passers-by.

At this time, senior brother Jiang, with a Jianghu atmosphere, deliberately added a third of his rudeness and recklessness. In this way, he put the sword at his waist on the table.

"Old man! Serve two bowls of tea and be cool. It's such a hot weather."

"Hey! Come!" the old man was brave enough to wipe the water stains on the two large bowls with a rag and scoop up two bowls of boiled herbal tea from one side in a large wooden bucket in the well.

One left and one right were placed in front of Gu Zheng and senior brother Jiang.

And elder martial brother Jiang was not stingy. As soon as he turned his hand, he patted ten money in front of the old man: "here, here's your tea money!"

"No, no, sir, there are too many. The little old man's herbal tea only costs a Wen a bowl."

"All this money can buy a bucket of tea and drink it on the way."

But elder martial brother Jiang waved his hand boldly: "what's this money? It should be my reward to you. I'm happy that I can drink tea here today after I narrowly escaped death and encountered strange things. I'm willing to give it to you."

Hearing this, the tea owner casually complimented: "I don't know what strange things can't be solved for a grand guest like you?"

Hearing this, elder martial brother Jiang just stared: "of course, my younger martial brother and I want to go to Shaolin to visit old friends for the masters today."

"Who knows, as soon as I got to the boundary of the HuiFu, I found that I seemed to have entered the ghost village."

"Where there is no indication on the map, there is a broken village full of blood, like an empty place, full of shadows."

"When I looked at it, there was no one. At that time, I was in a cold sweat."

"That gloomy feeling, people like me who practice martial arts, feel uncomfortable."

"Do you think I can leave without pulling out my feet? If I put it on a person who is weak, this is the end of a serious illness."

Hearing what elder martial brother Jiang said, the boss of the tea shop with the best news shook his ears and asked, "I don't know if the village you met is more than ten miles away from here?"

Elder martial brother Jiang looked at the direction of the other party's fingers, patted the group and replied, "do you really know the store? That's the direction."

The little old man who got the confirmation sighed and saw that there were no people around and there were two passing Rangers in the shop, so he continued to share the news he knew.

"That's no wonder. I advise you to go around the distance when you pass here."

"Go straight down this path for a few miles, then go west, and you can return to your original route."

"Just enough to get around this town."

"You don't know that hundreds of people in this village didn't die normally."

"That's by the imperial court," the little old man made a gesture to wipe his neck: "the general sent by the lower level will be good enough to fill the bandits and kill them all."

"It's also bad luck for the people in this town. It's just that the old emperor doesn't like those strange stones and trees, and our generation is a place where good granite is produced."

"The stones that have to be handed over to the imperial court every year, I don't know who I am."

"The work of quarrying is actually included in the content of volunteers. I can't get a penny."

"Because of these exploitation, the local people have no time to do farm work at home."

"In the end, I can't even maintain my basic life."

"This is not, just a few years ago, people who could not survive began to revolt one after another."

"It's also bad luck for the people in this town. When General Liu was chasing the insurgents, he just saw the bandits passing through this town."

"The officers and soldiers who lost the trace of the thief simply surrounded gujia village over there."

"From adults to children, there is no one left alive."

"In the end, he took the head of the thief and bandit and more than 100 heads up and down in gujia village to show his merit to the imperial court."

"As for the Yamen master above, he waved his pen and sentenced a bandit in gujia village."

"The grievances of hundreds of people were thus settled."

"You say, but if there is a spirit behind people, they can feel at ease after death?"

"The local people who knew this thing didn't dare to pass by, but in half a month, the surrounding dozens of miles became dead."

"In the evening, it was cloudy and windy, and strange things happened again and again. It really became a ghost land."

"So, listen to my little old man's advice. It's safe for us foreigners to go in the direction I pointed out."