Chapter 5 Green Shirt Stranger

In the cabin, Wu Pengwei stood in front of Wang Heng and handed him a wet towel handle, signaling him to wipe the blood stains on his mouth.

Wang Heng took the towel handle, covered his mouth, and grinned with pain.

"Why did you fight with your peers, and you don't seem to be their opponent. Why do you have to ask for trouble?" Wu Pengwei poured a bowl of water for Wang Heng.

"Agging for trouble?" Wang Heng covered his mouth and sneered, then took a sip of water, spit out a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood foam, and said coldly, "If you are treated as a waste, your most respected master is also treated as a joke, and you won't think about it like this."

Wu Pengwei looked at Wang Heng's cold face and sighed in his heart.

"How could I not know that I had the same experience as you a year ago?"

He didn't say this sentence, but hid it in the bottom of his heart.

Wang Heng was very angry. He treated the wound on his body with the help of Wu Pengwei, then took a long breath, looked up at the black ceiling, and said tiredly, "Three years ago, I was also a handyman of the sunset sect like you. At that time, my greatest wish was to be able to practice martial arts as an official disciple of the sunset sect. When I grew up, I became a chivalrous man and a chivalrous man. Later, I had the honor to be assigned to Master Aoki to be a boy who took care of his living. Master Aoki, you should have heard of it.

Wu Pengwei thought for a moment and nodded.

Aoki, the strongest disciple of the second generation of the sunset sect, but before that, the word "once" should be added.

A competition four years ago broke his meridians all over his body, and since then he has become a useless person.

The most terrible thing is that I heard that the competition lost the face of the sunset sect. Since then, the disciples of the sect have been deeply contempt for Aoki.

I heard that Aoki has a strange personality since then. He is paralyzed in bed all day long. His biggest hobby is to lose his temper and become crazy about alcohol.

Wang Heng continued: "I took care of my master for a year. Thanks to his respect, he accepted me as a disciple a year later. From then on, he took off his identity as a handyman. His greatest hope is to teach an excellent disciple who can fully inherit his manor. Unfortunately... I let him down."

Wu Pengwei looked at Wang Heng and felt a little sympathetic in his heart.

He heard a little about Aoki. As a former strong man, he had a bad temper after sinking. He was addicted to alcohol all day long, so the elders of Gong ordered his apprentice to change his master. From then on, Aoki became a lonely family.

Later, I heard that a handyman who took care of his daily life was included as a disciple by himself, but it was also after he was drunk, and the handyman disciple also became the idol of a chore in the sunset sect.

However, looking at Wang Heng with blue and purple scars on his face, it seems that the idol's life is not easy.

When Wang Heng saw Wu Pengwei looking at him, his eyes were a little strange. He suddenly said loudly, "You look down on me and think I can't beat the bastards of Qiu Shan? I can tell you that I will beat them like pig heads sooner or later. Believe it or not.

Wu Pengwei touched his nose, but didn't say anything.

Wang Heng, who was angry, persisted for a while. Finally, he was discouraged by the pain in his mouth. He sat down again, and then sighed to himself: "Unfortunately, the master is drunk all day long. I have no one to teach me about martial arts at all. I can only grope by myself, alas..."

Wu Pengwei was suddenly relieved. No wonder Wang Heng's martial arts envoy was nondescript, and there was a situation where he couldn't beat people at the critical time.

Martial arts are not comparable to the heart method. As long as the heart method adheres to perseverance and has the correct formula, it can always be cultivated. Judging from Wang Heng's current level of reaching the first level of warriors, he still has some talent for martial arts, at least not weaker than that fat man.

However, martial arts are different. Without the master's correction, there will always be deviations in some small changes and attack angles, but the study of martial arts is very different. Because of these details, the power is very different.

Genius demons like Wu Pengwei are self-taught without a teacher. They can constantly analyze the best attack angle and posture without the guidance of the master. It can't be said to be ancient and present, at least it is rare in the world.

"But I won't give up. I will definitely practice stronger. Qiu Shan is known as one of the 'Five Heroes of the sunset'. Sooner or later, I will beat him all over the ground."

Wang Heng slapped the table fiercely, and the water bowl jumped up, and the water inside splashed on the table.

He suddenly stood up again, patted Wu Pengwei on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Brother, come on, don't think I'm doing well now. Sooner or later, I will become the second legend of Yanluo and the second 'green shirt freak'."

"Green-shirted weirdo?" Wu Pengwei was a little suspicious.

"Not bad." Wang Heng nodded his head, and his eyes were full of longing: "It is rumored that ten years ago, there was an old man in a green shirt, holding a green flute, playing all over the twelve wild geese without any rivals, and became a generation of master admired by the public. This is my greatest ideal. As long as I work hard, I will reach that state one day. At that time, I Let's see who dares to laugh at my master.

After saying that, Wang Heng was angry and patted Wu Pengwei's arm vigorously and left.

Wu Pengwei rubbed his painful shoulder and shouted, "Don't you want your coat?"

In response to him was Wang Heng's unrestrained wave.

"Brother, I'll give it to you. It's a thank you gift for helping me relieve my siege today. It's cold. You can wear it."

Looking at Wang Heng's lonely back, Wu Pengwei suddenly felt that he was so similar to himself a year ago, carrying a distant dream that was too strong for him to achieve, and walked forward stubbornly alone in ridicule and ridicule.

The difference is that he got a gray fog that was enough to change his fate, while Wang Heng had nothing.

Wu Pengwei narrowed his eyes, looked at the coat on the table, curled his lips, touched his chin and said, "Green shirt monster? Hey hey, it's a little interesting."

He suddenly remembered the stone sculpture hidden in the small valley.

An absurd and bold idea suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart.

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Wang Heng thought that he and Wu Pengwei were the same at first sight, because he was also a handyman. For the teenager who was always indifferent and his eyes were as dark as ink, he always had an inexplicable good impression.

So, when Wu Pengwei told him that he seemed to know the mysterious place where a green shirt guest was alive, he was immediately shocked, and then shook the other party's arm excitedly and asked to take him to see the demeanor of the idol in his heart.

"Is it really here?"

However, when Wang Heng stood at the gap in the valley and probed his head inward, his back was pushed in by Wu Pengwei. Then he rolled down from the slope. When he looked up again, the gap had been blocked by the big stone, and Wu Pengwei also disappeared.

"Brother, where are you?"

He turned around and shouted, but no one paid attention to him. The only response was the sound of a cool breeze.

Wang Heng was excited by the cold wind. He hugged his arm and looked around.

This is an empty small valley. There is a peaceful lake in the middle of the valley. The lake is surrounded by a large area of lush trees, pine waves, and the moon is as bright as water, sprinkled on the lake, as gorgeous as silver.

Far from the lake, there is a small bamboo building, and in front of the bamboo building and the lake, a thin cyan back is standing there.

"Green Shirt Freak..."

Wang Heng's throat rolled, and he was so excited that he rushed over in a hurry. He panicked all the way, kicked several bowls of stones, fell twice, and stepped on countless flowers.

"Senior"

At first sight of his idol, Wang Heng's heart was surging, and he bowed his head, regardless of the countless gravel on the ground. "Bang Bang" is two rings.

It's just that there was no movement after the sound of his head. At first, Wang Heng thought it was a test of his sincerity, and then there were three loud noises. Finally, ten minutes later, he raised his eyelids slightly suspiciously.

Under the projection of the moonlight, the cyan back fell diagonally on the ground like a silhouette, pulling the elder.

Looking carefully, there seemed to be a green light on the back. Looking up, the cyan figure looked like iron. His arms were bent in front of his lips, and he didn't know what he was doing. He seemed to be playing something, but his hands were empty.

"Senior..."

Wang Heng shouted again, and he suddenly felt something was wrong. The eyes on the outline on the side seemed to have no pupils. Then he touched the foot of the idol, which was as cold as iron and was actually made of stone.

Wang Heng was stunned and quickly got up. He muttered angrily, "Bird, what a bad luck. It's actually a stone sculpture."

But at this moment, a cold and old voice sounded from behind him.

"Where did the boy come from? How dare he be wild on the territory of a lonely family?"

Wang Heng was so scared that he couldn't care whether it was a statue or a real person in front of him. He knelt down with a bang and kowtowed constantly.

"The younger generation doesn't know that the seniors are here, and they are so lazy. I hope the seniors will atone for their sins."

He was devout and kept sending him out, banging.

Wu Pengwei, who stood behind him not far away, couldn't help smiling. He smiled softly, then cleared his throat and pretended to be an old man and said in a deep voice, "Confused boy, turn your head and let me see you."

Wang Evergrande was overjoyed, straightened up, and then turned around.

Under the soft white moonlight, there was an old man in a green shirt standing. His temples were slightly white, and three wisps of green beards fluttered in the wind at the corners of his mouth. His eyes were as sharp as knives. Most importantly, he held a green flute in his hand.

The evening wind is bleak, and the old man's slender robes are hunting, like a fairy.

Isn't there anyone who will be the legendary green-shirted monster who crossed the Yanluo Mountains ten years ago?

At this moment, Wang Heng only felt that his blood was boiling, and he didn't care about the idol's eyes were a little familiar. He knelt down with a "bang" and shouted loudly, "Senior, please be respectfully."

On the stone, Wu Pengwei, dressed as an old man in green, only felt a little funny, but looking at Wang Heng, who was extremely devout on the ground, he tried to control the rolling smile in his chest and said faintly, "Get up, I don't like secular etiquette."

Wang Heng didn't care about this. He just kowtowed and shouted, "Senior, please teach me how to practice martial arts. I'm very grateful.