Chapter 50 Chivalrous Gate

The red solid wood windows are pasted with specially processed window paper, and the floor is paved with bluestone slabs, but there are several bronze head basins on them in turn, which are burning smokeless charcoal, making the room very warm.

There are no other objects in this room except a bed. At this time, through the bright candlelight, the bed is empty. Only the slight depression of the bedding and the residual temperature on it can tell others that there were people lying on it not long ago.

The wind and snow have gradually stopped. At this moment, it is late at night. The bright moon shines softly and brightly, like topaz and silver, which is really intoxicating.

Taishangbang, on the roof of the warm cabin in the east courtyard of the back garden of Xiamen, Ren Xu is sitting on it and closing his eyes and enjoying the blowing of the wind. The carbon stove on the small wooden case next to him makes several pieces of wine hot. Next to him, the once great but now slightly weak figure is his master, the six legendary boxing god of Shenzhou.

Although the gray short hair and knife-like face are a little fierce as before, it is a sick pale white, and the boxing god has shown his dying decline. However, his eyes were still clear and bright, as if he had endless energy. He laughed loudly, drank wine, and sometimes grabbed a few bites of the roast leg of lamb in Ren Xu's hand, which was extraordinarily heroic.

However, Ren Xu's smile is still full of bitterness. He would rather be weaker than he is like now. This is obviously a return to the light...

"How do you feel, boy?"

The boxing god patted Ren Xu on the shoulder and asked. Previously, when he was in the house, he had already felt the breath and power deliberately shown by Ren Xu in the hall, which directly made the boxing god energetic. The response from the disciple was the most stimulating of the dying boxing god.

Ren Xu told the boxing god in his way that he was back and would be stronger than ever.

"Hmm?"

Ren Xu is still a little distracted and doesn't dare to look into the eyes of the boxing god. For him, the boxing god is one of the first people he met in the world, and there is also the kindness of inheritance and life-saving grace. It can be said that without the boxing god, there would be no current Ren Xu. At most, he is a sandbag with strong resistance.

"Fud, what are you talking about? What are you doing? I don't have as much time as you."

The previous sentence was still full of breath, but the last sentence was weak. Ren Xu's hand holding the bottle was so tight that his joints turned white. He took a deep breath, and the cold air directly stimulated him to cheer him up. Looking back on the time when I was buried in the ground, the pain seemed to be a matter of my previous life, but the process was never lingering and remained in my mind.

Ren Xu stretched out his hand and aimed at the moon in the night sky.

"That's a very strange feeling. At the beginning, you were completely determined to hang your life. I was unwilling, and I was unwilling to die like this. Then, it is deeply powerless. The horror between life and death makes people understand that it is impossible to fight at all. Then, because of your treatment, Master, I was able to persevere. During that period of time, it can be described as life or death. The body collapsed directly, and then reorganized, so repeated. In the end, it was the most wonderful. It seemed that I had broken through the shackles. My spirit extended to the end of the world. It seemed that I was omnipotent and incompetent. The mystery of the heart was finally opened, but I hesitated because I understood its horror. Everything in the past surged into my mind, and I found that my so-called cut What kind of childish idea was it in the past..."

Ren Xu raised his head and forced his eyes. He was recalling everything during that time, but he felt hazy, and his deep memory was always unable to see it.

But the boxing god understood. He really understood something from Ren Xu's vague words and the four stages he talked about. It is a very ethereal feeling and there is no way to say it, but after all, he has reached the legendary realm and become an extraordinary existence. Even if he is about to die now, his understanding still exists.

But after the boxing god put all this aside and looked at Ren Xu beside him, there was a kind of pride and satisfaction in his heart. Yes, he is about to die, but his mantel has two excellent disciples. Chen Feng is quiet and tenacious. As long as he is given time, it is easy to rely on the magic boxing formula to reach the realm of the boxing god at this moment. Ren Xu, like the wind, inherits the feeling of the boxing god, but he walks out of his own path and looks at the state. Call it a genius.

The boxing god is their cornerstone, giving them strong and reliable support! And in the end, they were pushed to the next level in a brilliant way.

"Xuer, I'm really relieved."

Closing his eyes, the strong man who had dominated China for many years showed a gratifying smile. He slowly turned the gradually cooling wine bottle, and his heart was empty.

"Master..."

Ren Xu lowered his head. For him, although he had experienced life and death, experienced the tortuous and strange century, and experienced the incredible time travel, he still felt the inner turmoil in the face of the master who showed his twilight. He was an orphan in his previous life, and the boxing god was a fatherly existence for him.

The more he didn't think about it, the more bits and pieces of the past emerged, which made Ren Xu's eyes red. He tried his best not to let himself cry, just to prevent the master next to him from making fun of and worrying, but the boxing god next to him suddenly laughed. He looked at Ren Xu:

"Xuer, the teacher is leaving. Don't you cry and send him as a teacher?"

This sentence was like a Thunderbolt. Ren Xu's tears suddenly burst out like a dike. He howled like a child and grabbed the master's clothes next to him. The boxing god looked at Ren Xu like a child and laughed:

"Feng'er, the teacher is leaving!"

Under the eaves, Chen Feng's tight face showed a sad look. He wanted to get up, but he couldn't take that step.

The boxing god held the bottle in his left hand, tapped the bottle with his right finger, making a crisp sound, and singing loudly at the same time:

"The world is vast, the world is impermanent, and the young man misses the world;

A pot of old wine, a pair of bags, looking back and wandering;

A romantic man, playing a sword to help sing, very frivolous;

White-haired man, standing on the stick and looking at the sunset, sighing..."

The last sentence is not finished, but the song has stopped. Ren Xu's crying is extremely sad at this moment. The whole altar is silent. I don't know how many people sigh quietly in the room. Listening to Ren Xu's crying, life is like this...

A generation of boxers finally passed away.

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!"

Ren Xu looked up at the sky and roared, and his surging energy was like a dragon, as if to spew out his accumulated emotions at one time. The roar was constantly high, and it was also extremely clear a few miles away. What sees through life and death, what sees through the world, what fate in troubled times, Ren Xu only wants at this moment is venting! Vent! Vent!