Chapter 10: Ferry

In the wild wolf valley, more than a dozen people were tossed around in several big cars, lying on the ground, and the dart master and footman were not spared. The leader in black looked at the side coldly, with a gloomy face.

This person is Xia Guangnan, the fourth head of Maoshan Thieves in Wutai County.

The head of the Maoshan thief was Yu Wenhua. He was originally a general of the Zhou Dynasty. Later, he rebelled out of the army with his three brothers Yu Haitao, Lu Jianfei and Xia Guangnan. He pulled up the flag on Maoshan Mountain and became a bandit and formed the Maoshan Association. He was also quite famous in Wutai. Together with his three brothers, he was called the Four Bandits of Maoshan.

A few days ago, Yu Culture received news that Wang Zhongping of the Shuanglong Association got a strange treasure in Wutai County. He went down the mountain with other three bandits to chase and intercept them. He heard that Wang Zhongping had contact with the Weiwu Dart Bureau when he was out of Gantai City in Wutai County. He reported the mentality of killing wrong and not letting go. He sent Lao Si Xia Guangnan to intercept him, and he took the old Second, Lao San went to intercept Wang Zhongping.

Xia Guangnan just received a letter from Flying Eagle. Although the eldest brother and the three killed Wang Zhongping, they didn't get that thing, and they were even more sure that the goods could be in the dart team.

After a while, Zhao Fu ran over and reported the items of the dart team.

Xia Guangnan frowned: "Is that all?"

"The mighty darts bureau has handed over the darts in Gantai City. This time it's just a return trip. I didn't bring too many items, and I didn't find what the big boss said." The robber replied.

"Well, how long has it been since Li Yan chased the escaped carriage?"

"About half an hour," Zhao Fu replied, "The boy who escaped is fourteen or fifteen years old. He is a practitioner. Liu Wu was seriously injured by him, but he doesn't look like a member of the darts team."

Zhao Fu hesitated for a moment: "I also ran a dart master."

Xia Guangnan raised his eyebrows and raised his hand and slapped him in the face: "Waste! Take a few people to look for it. If you can't find anyone, just find a place by yourself.

He drank Zhao Fu and looked down at the body at his feet. The deceased was Liu Kun. He did not run far away. He was killed by Xia Guangnan and the body was also brought back.

Maybe the thing is not in the dart team. Where will Wang Zhongping hide it? Xia Guangnan is also a little anxious. Although the Wolf Valley is remote and dangerous, it must be on the official road. He can't stay for a long time. After waiting for a while, he turned around and shouted to the bandits:

"The vehicle was burned, the body was buried, and it was ready to return to the mountain."

Although the wolf valley is not big, it is connected to the surrounding mountains. The mountains are high and dense. It is not easy to find a person. There are only a dozen people who thieves in Spear Mountain. After a few hours, they found nothing, so they had no choice but to retreat.

At this time, Murong Chong and Mr. Shen were hiding in a cave. The cave was relatively secret, and there were thatch covering the mouth of the cave. They were not afraid that anyone would find it. It was just that Mr. Shen was too bad. The yin air flowed, and his whole body was shrouded in black air. Murong Chong was helpless.

After a long time, Mr. Shen opened his eyes and sighed:

"Chonger, I'm afraid I can't do it."

Murong Chong has been getting along with him for days. He has a lot of love for himself and has feelings. In addition, Mr. Shen is also his elder, and he feels more cordial. Hearing Mr. Shen say this, there is nothing he can do, and his heart is very sad.

Mr. Shen said again, "You don't have to be sad. People can't escape death. Even if you practice to the realm of divine souls, there will be such a day."

After saying that, he took out another book and handed it to Murong Chong:

"This is some of my experience about martial arts and the Shaoyang secret mind method I practiced. After practicing, I can slowly resolve the Xuanyin palm strength left by Liu Futong on you. There are still a few side-door martial arts later, which will be passed on to you." Mr. Shen's breath became weaker and weaker: "Prime Minister Bai still presses the sword, and Zhu Men has a smile. Martial arts are difficult. Don't trust others.

"Shen Lao..." Murong's heart is like angina. Since his mother passed away, no one cares about him so much. He has been together for months and has regarded him as a close relative.

"Do not be surprised by favors and humiliations, watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court; go and stay unintentionally, look at the clouds in the sky."

Mr. Shen sighed and passed away, and the strong man of martial arts fell.

Linghua County, Baoyue Mountain, the mountains and rivers are beautiful. There is a river under the mountain, called Shangqing River. There is no bridge on the river, and there is only a ferry boat to transport merchants back and forth.

Three months ago, after a distant nephew came to the family of Ruan Laoqi, the boss of the ferry, the job of the ferry was handed over to his nephew. His nephew is also diligent, eating and living almost all the time on the boat.

This boy is about 15 years old, old and looks dull. Ruan Laoqi introduced to everyone that his name is Shen Chong, and the guests who often take the boat call him a nerd.

This little nerd is Murong Chong. Three months ago, after Shen Lao's death, he buried him on Bayue Mountain and buried Liu Wei's ashes together. He made a mark and went down the mountain through the Wolf Valley and entered Hualing County.

But the world is vast, but I don't know where to go. I walked along the path for a few days. When I arrived at Baoyue Mountain, I was almost entangled in flowers. I wanted to find an errand to do first and fall down. When he walked to the ferry, he happened to meet Ruan Laoqi, whose arm was injured and he couldn't support the ferry. He took the initiative to help. Under Ruan Laoqi's guidance, he also got started smoothly. He didn't want to pay. Ruan Laoqi was also happy to find a free helper and stayed by the river and became a ferryman. For convenience, he called Murong Chong his nephew.

Murong Chong's name was Shen Chong. During the day, he gave people a ferry. At night, all his mind fell on the martial arts left by Mr. Shen. Shaoyang's secret is also an excellent method of refining gas, which is divided into nine layers, which is more profound and more comprehensive than the free breathing method. Moreover, although Murong Chong's Xuanyin palm is strongly suppressed by Mr. Shen, But it has not been eradicated. Every three or five days, it will attack once. The whole body is as cold as ice and bitter. However, under the training of Xuanyin, Shaoyang's formula is twice the result with half the effort, but it has been practiced to the second level in three months.

Recently, with the cultivation of Shaoyang's secret, the interval between Xuanyin's power attack is getting longer and longer, and his stupid appearance is also pretending to be. At the end, there are several martial arts skills handed down by Shen Lao, including a skill called "Xing Qi Guiyuan", which can condense the breath, hide the essence, and the vitality of the whole body. Dispersed in the eight veins of strange meridians, unless the other party enters his body with true qi, it can't be seen from the appearance that he is a martial artist at all.

The small box of non-gold and non-wood was also opened to have a look. Inside is a square small print, the size of a palm. After taking out the box, it emits a faint blue light. There is a dark golden pattern on the print body, which is relatively heavy to buy. You can't see what material it is made of. The texture is extremely hard, engraved with mountains, rivers and trees and some strange ones. Text.

That text is like the text of the ancient times. Few people know it now. It seems that this square green seal should have been handed down from ancient times. In ancient times, the living environment was bad, but it also caused the strong to emerge one after another, and the things handed down must be not small. However, Murong rushed to look at it for a long time, and he couldn't see anything, so he had to receive it in the box. Although he didn't understand the use of this square blue seal, he also knew that it was a treasure and hid it close to him.

This box is exactly what Xia Guangnan was looking for. Liu Kun didn't know what it was. This dart was a secret dart. If it hadn't been for Liu Kun and Wang Zhongping's friendship, he wouldn't have sent this thing back to Hualing. Li Feng accidentally saw Liu Kun hiding the package under the seat of the carriage. When Xia Guangnan and others hijacked the dart, Li Feng happened to be next to the carriage. He saw that the darts were killed and took out this thing in a panic. He was afraid that even if he survived, he would not be able to return to the mighty dart bureau. He expected that this thing would be unusual, so he took the sheep in hand. In his arms, he finally fell into Murong Chong's hands.

During the day when ferrying, Murong Chong was often stunned. The boatmen laughed at this little nerd and was being dull again, but they didn't know that Murong Chong's mind was thinking about the problem of martial arts. Sometimes, he would also use the seven-style palm of Xiaoyao on the oars. The meaning of Xiaoyao is that it is naturally in line with the sky, but it doesn't show any clue.

At this time, Murong Chong's power has long been the peak of the vitality level, only one line away from the true energy level, but it has never been able to break through.

The vitality is the main internal, which can solidify the original and nourish the body. When the vitality condenses and turns the virtual into reality, it becomes the true qi. The internal body can be strong, and the external can hurt the enemy invisible.

This night, Murong Chong finished practicing the Shaoyang formula, but he was extremely irritable and couldn't calm down. I remember that Mr. Shen once said that martial arts practice, the first priority is the will, no matter how heavy the body is, the will is firm, the martial arts realm is easy to break through, and the practice is twice the result with half the effort. Is it because of his own will still lacking?

Thinking of this, Murong Chong suddenly stood up. Whether he was a proton in the palace of Nanyanning or a proton in Jinling, although he practiced hard and did not dare to relax at all times, he never had a competitive heart. It was also said that his strong heart was not firm. He had been escaping. If he had not been forced to helpless, he would not escape from Jinling. The death of Liu Wei, the loss of Yingxiang, and the death of Mr. Shen were all because of protecting themselves, or because of their weakness, which led to their death.

How could it be like this? Isn't he not suitable for martial arts? Murong Chong sweated coldly, and the figures flashed in his mind. There were Mr. Shen, Liu Wei, Ying Xiang, his mother, and his father. Almost every close person appeared in his mind like a walking lantern, without saying anything. He looked at him with a sneer, as if he was laughing, and as if he were Pity.

Unconsciously, Murong Chong walked to the side of the boat. His heart was confused, his mind was confused, and his footsteps had stepped out of the boat.

"Plop" sound.

The cold river woke him up in an instant.

"Heart demon?"

Murong was shocked and entered the magic barrier? Because the ferry stopped on the bank, the river is not deep, but now it is early spring. It is warm and cold. The river is cold and piercing, but it is much more awake in the water, but I am not in a hurry to go up.

The Tao is firm! How can I be firm? Suddenly I remembered that when I was in the school palace, I heard what Mr. Lecturer said that people can exert their greatest potential at the limit, and only in the face of the greatest difficulties can they know how much their ability is.

Spell it out!

Instead of climbing up the shore, Murong Chong swam deeper into the Qing River.

It's midnight now. The river is calm and waveless. The water is as dark as ink, and the water is about a hundred feet wide. Murong swam to the center of the river, closed his breath and sank into the bottom of the river. Unexpectedly, he played the seven styles of Xiaoyao at the bottom of the river.

Lost type, Huaying type, meditation type, breaking the air, flying dragon style, falling geese style, Aotian style, the seven-type cycle is repeated, over and over again, the water waves are scattered, stirring the river around the body.

Punching under the water is more laborious than on land. Murong Chong's vitality has been exhausted four or five times. It's like it's going to explode in his chest and abdomen. He forced himself to control his body with his own will and continue to punch.

If you don't cultivate the true spirit, you will never come out of the water. Murong Chong grit your teeth and insist on sinking under the water. It is difficult for a swimmer to drown yourself in the water. In a short time, his hands and feet will not obey the command, and subconsciously they are about to float up. One move is out of the rules.

Murong Chong wrapped his hand around the water grass at the bottom of the water, closed his eyes and quietly realized the moment of life and death.