Chapter 48: First Meeting of the Ghost King

"In addition to sword spirit and swordsmanship, what you need to master is sword spirit." Yuan Sirou stood with her hands on her face solemnly. Chen Rufeng sat cross-legged and put her hands on the bamboo sword, as if she listened carefully to his husband's story.

"As long as you understand the deep sword spirit, you can reach the realm of the heart sword. As for what this sword actually means, I can't dictate it to you. Take your time to understand it. As soon as Chen Rufeng heard it, isn't it equivalent to saying nothing? However, this sword is the deepest knowledge, which is really not easy to say, and I can only think about it by myself.

Chen Rufeng stood up, pulled up his bamboo sword, and smiled with satisfaction, thinking that he had finally learned something and returned to Tianfeng Gang to lead everyone to do a lot. I haven't returned to the Tianfeng Gang for a long time, and I don't know how their bastards are doing.

In the days of the hidden bamboo forest, he has been planning various plans in his mind, preparing to push the Tianfeng Gang to the peak of the world, and staring at various sects, which will never be underestimated. It seems that with the great increase of his own strength, the strength of the Tianfeng Gang has also increased sharply.

Anyway, Chen Rufeng is full of Lingyun's ambition, and his fists and feet are itchy. He can't wait to return to the Tianfeng Gang immediately and put his long-term plan into action. He felt that the surging confidence was filling his whole body, as if with a gentle movement of his fingers, he could turn the world upside down, and unprecedented arrogance surged up, making the corners of his mouth maintain a contempt for everything at all times.

"Second Master... Er, I think I've been here for a while, and I've learned a small achievement..." Chen Rufeng didn't know how to organize his words for a moment, explained to Yuan Sirou his intention to leave, and hesitated.

How can Yuan Sirou not know the heart of her apprentice? I'm afraid that such a quiet and indisputable place as the hidden bamboo forest is not something that people of his age can get used to. What he pursues now is how to climb to the peak step by step, instead of yearning for peace and carefree when he is old, tasting tea and enjoying the rest of his life in his spare time.

"Nedless to say, you can leave tomorrow." Yuan Sirou turned her face to look at the sky and carried Chen Rufeng on her back.

Chen Rufeng naturally couldn't see a trace of reluctance on the corners of his eyes. He cheered and waved his bamboo sword and shouted, "Master II is wise! Hahaha!"

After all, they have been getting along with each other for a period of time, and Yuan Sirou's affection for Chen Rufeng's master and apprentice is getting deeper and deeper. Especially for an old man of his age, it is rare to be accompanied by him, but now this person wants to leave, full of desolation comes with it, but it is not easy to show it in front of Chen Rufeng.

After that, the swaying bamboo**, without the figure holding his hands and legs behind his head and looking into the sky, there seems to be a vacancy in his heart.

"Practice your sword yourself. I'll go back first." Yuan Sirou's voice was imperceptibly choking and ran to the flowing water. He felt that if he stayed here any longer, he might not help but burst into tears. After all, he was also the eight hidden in the hall. When he cried, he lost his face.

Chen Rufeng hummed his tune and saw Yuan Sirou leave. The old back, like a cloud, covered many unknown emotions.

Maybe this is the difference between the old man and the young man's thoughts. Young people always dream of spreading their wings one day, and the old man watches the young eagle he raised with one hand turn into a male eagle and has to soar in the sky. Although he is reluctant to give up, he knows that this is the only process of becoming a real eagle.

Will he be kept in a warm nest all his life, so that his wings will be stiff and degraded, and he can no longer fly? Yuan Sirou knew this truth, but unfortunately, Chen Rufeng was just thinking about casting the Tianfeng Gang into a giant tripod and standing proudly in the world, and did not care about Yuan Sirou's idea.

He thought that even if he left, there would be many opportunities to come back to visit his master in the future. It was not a life-and-death parting, and there was no need to be so melancholy.

He has such an idea and has nothing to do with Chaogo. Chaoqi was free and free and free. From time to time, he came to his apprentice to inquire about the situation, but did not show too much reluctance. Therefore, Chen Rufeng thought that all the masters were like Chaogu, and they would never be sad because his apprentice was not around.

The toes are like dragonflies, pointing across the water, Chen Rufeng's body swept away the illusions and flashed forward along the stream.

He dared not go too far for fear of repeating the embarrassment of the last lost journey.

The swimming fish quickly fled around like petals blooming under the shock of Chen Rufeng's toes.

Soon, Chen Rufeng became bold. He wanted to walk along the stream. He was afraid that he would not get lost, so he accelerated quickly and moved forward a few miles quickly. A long line of water marks splashed along his feet on the surface of the stream.

The surrounding landscape is also not very different, with large bamboo forests and green grasslands.

Sum, there was a man in front of him, pulling up his trousers and sleeves and staring at the water.

His eyes shot into the stream like an invisible arrow.

As soon as his hand stretched out, a dark shadow passed by and splashed everywhere. When his hand was taken out of the water again, he was holding a struggling fish in his hand.

Chen Rufeng's rapid approach aroused his keen consciousness. His head suddenly turned, his eyes turned to vigilance and awe, looking at a bunch of phantoms flashing rapidly.

The man threw the fish in his hand on the shore, and his feet gently swung through the water waves. One palm stretched out and scratched the void in front of him. A dark shadow gathered like countless black insects and rushed to Chen Rufeng's figure.

Chen Rufeng was not malicious. When he saw someone catching fish for a moment, he wanted to see what was going on, but he was attacked. He quickly pulled out the bamboo sword behind him and split it into the black shadow light.

The green first shines, and then the white light spits out, covering the black light like a stream of water, and the water devours the shadow and dust.

Unexpectedly, Chen Rufeng's move made the man feel that he came maliciously, which immediately provoked his more fierce attack.

The man stepped on the water, stepped up on the ground, pushed his palms, and several black roared out. Strangely, there was a sound like a hell ghost when the palm was cracked. Chen Rufeng had to stop it. The bamboo sword nodded three times, leaving three shadows of the sword. The bamboo sword swept again, and the shadow of the sword suddenly expanded to meet the palm.

Unexpectedly, the three sword shadows touched each other's palms and turned into nothingness like destruction.

Chen Rufeng was immediately stunned. The other party's skills were so strong that he was obviously above himself and must not be his opponent. Seeing that the palm was approaching, the bamboo sword quickly cut forward and cut out a light green storm, in which there was a white light like water. The wrist shook, and green blades appeared in the storm, bringing that little white light to the black palm.

Fortunately, Chen Rufeng has mastered the cracking wind swordsmanship, which has dispersed those ghostly palms.

Just before the man was about to launch a second more fierce attack, Chen Rufeng quickly shouted, "Take mercy! I'm not a bad person!"

The man stared at him suspiciously, his hands clenched into fists, and he was on guard.

"I am a disciple of Yuan Sirou, Chen Rufeng! Please forgive me for accidentally disturbing my predecessor!" Chen Rufeng reported his name, and then he came down and relaxed a little.

"Yuan Sirou's apprentice?" The man still looked at him suspiciously and thought of the routine of Chen Rufeng's swordsmanship just now, which was indeed a little similar to Yuan Sirou, which made him a little calm.

Chen Rufeng nodded violently. The man slowly landed, snorted coldly and said, "Come here." Chen Rufeng hurried to catch up.

"Don't you know the senior's name?" Chen Rufeng asked politely, thinking that most of the hidden bamboo forest are famous hermits, and this person must also be a famous person.

"Sangzhuoyuan." The man said faintly, bending down to pick up the fish that had just been thrown to the ground by him and was now jumping to jump back into the water.

Chen Rufeng was so scared that he couldn't stand still.

Sangzhuoyuan? Song Yaoyuan, the head of the Eight Hidden in the Central Plains, is known as the Ghost King?

It is indeed him, although his face is still as sharp as a knife, which is the grinding marks left by the past years. But now, his sleeves are wrinkled and his trousers are rolled into a pig's intestines, which is extremely funny and ridiculous. He is completely without the demeanor of the ghost king of the ghost house.

Chen Rufeng's face changed, remembering that there had been so many conflicts with the ghost house before. Song Zhuoyuan has a lot to do with the ghost house. I don't know what Song Zhuoyuan will think of him when we meet today.

Song Zhuoyuan is now thinking about the fish in his hand and ignores the expression on Chen Rufeng's face.

"Well, the old man Yuan Sirou is very bold, and his apprentice dares to accept it." Song Zhuoyuan thought coldly in his heart, thinking about how to settle accounts with him after autumn.

Looking at Song Zhuoyuan, who didn't say a word, Chen Rufeng thought that he was angry with him because of the ghost mansion, so he ignored him.

"Uh... Elder Ghost King..." As soon as he heard the word Ghost King, Song Zhuo's body was shocked, and he turned his head stiffly and stared at Chen Rufeng.

"I had a little holiday with the ghost house before..."

"Everything in the ghost mansion has nothing to do with me." Song Zhuoyuan interrupted the road and threw the fish in his hand into a bamboo basket next to him. It was full of fresh fish. It seemed that he had gained a lot today.

"One day when I become a hermit, I have cut off the relationship with everything outside." Songzhuo picked up a bamboo basket and walked on the path like a simple fisherman.

Chen Rufeng paused awkwardly, thought for a moment, decided to follow closely, and chased after him, "Senior Ghost King, your move just now is really powerful. I tried my best to barely avoid the risk of injury."

"Don't call me the Ghost King." Song Zhuoyuan said lightly, "But you do have a few abilities to break my 'ghost palm killing', but your swordsmanship seems to be different from Yuan Sirou's."

Chen Rufeng quickly explained, "To be honest, I still have a master, so I combined the good water flow method taught me by the second master with the erratic skill and applied it to swordsmanship to have such an effect."

Hearing the name of Chaogu, Song Zhuoyuan's footsteps suddenly stopped and cast a deep look at Chen Rufeng.

Chen Rufeng was shocked by Song Zhuoyuan's eyes and stood there stunned, as if his eyes had a strong force, which forced him to stand there obediently and accept his examination.

"Hahahaha! Sure enough, it is a material that can be made. It combines two completely different true qi into one. The descendants are terrible, and the descendants are terrible, hahaha!" Song Zhuoyuan suddenly laughed happily and shocked Chen Rufeng again.

Looking at Song Zhuoyuan, who laughed loudly and walked forward, Chen Rufeng couldn't help muttering in his heart, "Is every hermit's temperament so strange?"