Chapter 49: Regret of the Ghost King

Song Zhuoyuan's residence is the simplest one Chen Rufeng has ever seen. Whether it is compared with Yuan Sirou's flowing house or the mysterious small building, it is like a messy pile of wood and bamboo.

What is different is that there is an additional kitchen with complete boilers and knives, shovels, bowls and chopsticks. It seems that Song Zhuoyuan's love for cooking is far above other hermits.

Chen Rufeng finally chose a clean corner to sit down. Song Zhuoyuan had rudely put a basket of fish on his back on the wooden table in the kitchen. The force was too strong. Several fish with excess energy took the opportunity to jump out and twisted their bodies on the table. Song Zhuoyuan grabbed them in a hurry and threw them back into the bamboo basket.

After barely settling everything down, Song Zhuoyuan slowly stepped out of the kitchen, lifted a low stool from a pile of dust, as if it had been unexpected for a long time, patted the thick dust on it, put it on the ground, and said to Chen Rufeng, who was sitting against the wall, "Sit down."

The corners of Chen Rufeng's mouth were surprised and it was difficult to disobey his will. He looked at the stool, as if he had slowed down a nail on the stool, and sat on it with his heart horizontally.

Song Zhuoyuan shook his sleeves, how could he not notice the color on Chen Rufeng's face? He smiled secretly and stood in front of Chen Rufeng and said, "There are few guests coming. You are the first guest here. No wonder."

Chen Rufeng smiled bitterly and said to himself, "Do I dare to be surprised that you are the head of the eight hidden secrets in the Central Plains, but the environment in the room is really unsightly. If he sits here in the garbage heap, he really doesn't know how Song Zhuoyuan lives.

"Senior... In fact, why did you withdraw from the ghost house and come here to be a hermit?" Chen Rufeng looked up at him and said his doubts. The head ghost king of the ghost mansion has a boosted his reputation. Everyone in the world knows it, and he dominates the power. He is located on the high platform. How can he be willing to retreat?

After listening to his words, Song Zhuoyuan's eyes seemed to be immersed in infinite memories. Yesterday's years were still in front of him. He was still the head of the ghost mansion with a ghost knife in his hand. All the gangs, big and small, did not give him a little thin-faced ghost mansion. The name of the ghost king is shocking.

However, the turbulent and burning memories turned into an old sigh.

Song Zhuoyuan's originally bright eyes suddenly turned into a helpless vicissitudes.

"I'm really tired of the days of fighting and killing." Song Zhuoyuan shook his head, as if thousands of thoughts could not be comfortable in the bottom of his heart.

"If you want to talk about any regrets left in the past, we must start with the fact that I led the ghost house to hunt down the remnants of Baiyetang on that day." Song Zhuo took a deep breath and closed his eyes, as if to push his mind into the deepest memories and find those unforgettable past.

Chen Rufeng listened quietly.

"On that day, Bai Yetang was the gang of extermination ordered by the emperor himself, and the full authority was handed over to our ghost house. Naturally, I can't be like Huang Ming. After meticulous strategies and comprehensive plans, we have disintegrated a large part of Bai Yetang's power in the world, and many important people have been killed by us. Song Zhuo's distant eyes looked straight ahead, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of pride on the corners of his mouth.

Bai Yetang was the most famous gang in those years, and the power was unparalleled in the world. Unfortunately, he followed the wrong master and chose to be with Queen Wei. In the end, he was discredited and the whole family was destroyed. And the ghost house wants to pull out this stubborn nail, not to mention that this challenge is so big, but how can the ghost king Songzhuo be proud to complete this task?

"Since this is one of the greatest achievements of the predecessors in the past, what are the regrets?" Chen Rufeng asked doubtfully.

Song Zhuoyuan's eyes suddenly changed and became murderous. Even Chen Rufeng was so scared that he was on guard, as if the imaginary enemy was standing in front of him, and his eyes narrowed into a blade-like gap, extremely sharp.

"It's a pity that there was a man in the White Leaf Hall. I couldn't stop him and let him escape, so I was injured." When Song Zhuoyuan said this, his fist was clenched and his joints were about to break.

"This is the strongest opponent I have met in my life." Song Zhuoyuan said with a little appreciation that he was immersed in the memories of the fierce battle that day.

Unexpectedly, he could be called the "strongest opponent" by the Ghost King. Chen Rufeng suddenly felt that this person was by no means simple, at least he was also the top person on the Jianghu List.

"Who is this person's last name?" Chen Rufeng asked curiously.

"Ye Zhihang."

Chen Rufeng was shocked and opened his mouth wide.

Song Zhuoyuan noticed Chen Rufeng's strange expression and said, "Do you know him?"

How can you not know? Ye Zhihang, known as the first master of the prime minister's mansion, Chen Rufeng had already felt his powerful momentum at the beginning. He could restrain himself and effortlessly retreated the assassin who invaded the prime minister's mansion that day, which made Jin Yilai feel afraid.

Chen Rufeng nodded and said, "He has now become Li Linfu's guest and the strongest martial arts in the prime minister's mansion."

Papa!

Song Zhuoyuan's fist suddenly smashed a corner of the table, and his strength spread away. Chen Rufeng had to fight against it, which avoided the risk of earthquake injury.

His eyes, like a warm flame, contained supreme energy, erupting crazily.

It is a kind of fanaticism, excitement, or satisfaction that makes up for its shortcomings.

Cover the eyelids and cover all the divine light.

When he reopened his eyes, he returned the usual tranquility, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

"That's all right, now I'm just a hermit, how can I avenge him?" Song Zhuoyuan sighed regretfully and walked to the door with long eyes, as if he wanted to pursue Chang'an and find the man.

"He is really a rare opponent. I can't defeat him. It's a pity in my life." Song Zhuo looked into the distance and shook his head.

Chen Rufeng didn't know how to say anything for a moment.

The two were originally irrecontituent enemies on that day, but today they have two identities. One is a hermit and the other is the guest of the current prime minister. Two very different roads are destined that the two will never meet again.

Perhaps Ye Zhihang has regrets like Song Zhuoyuan in his heart.

In life, the most rare thing is an enemy, and the most regrettable thing is an indescribable duel.

This taste is by no means intimately felt by Chen Rufeng.

Song Zhuoyuan's back is full of countless sighs. It seems that as long as he keeps staring at the direction of Chang'an, Ye Zhihang will come from there to decide the victory with him.

Suddenly, Song Zhuoyuan suddenly turned his head and looked at Chen Rufeng with his eyes shining as if he remembered a long-buried treasure.

"Yes, I'm a hermit. My unfinished wish may not be fulfilled for the rest of my life, but I can ask another person to help me complete it." Song Zhuoyuan had a strange idea in his heart, raised the corners of his mouth and walked towards Chen Rufeng.

Chen Rufeng naturally can't understand what Song Zhuoyuan thinks.

"I see that you are quite talented in martial arts and can perfectly combine Miaogong with good water flow. Presumably, you won't reject my ghost skills, will you?" Song Zhuo said with a meaningful smile.

Chen Rufeng had already guessed what Song Zhuoyuan was thinking, but he still couldn't believe it and looked at him suspiciously.

Song Zhuoyuan wanted to teach his ghost skills to Chen Rufeng, and then let Chen Rufeng use this set of skills to defeat Ye Zhihang, which is equivalent to indirectly defeating him. The people he taught can win him, not to mention himself?

"I teach you ghost skills. If one day you can fight against him and win, it is equivalent to repaying my wish." Song Zhuoyuan smiled and put one hand on Chen Rufeng's shoulder. Looking at him, his eyes seemed to be half threatening and half begging that you would not refuse me.

Chen Rufeng had to smile helplessly and nodded and agreed.

"So, should I call you the third master?"

"No. I don't need the names of these masters and apprentices. Anyway, I will give you the fundamental secret of the ghost's skills. Just practice it in detail. Song Zhuo said faintly.

"Our ghost school is already regarded by many people as the same kind of evil skills as the demon family, and naturally there are not many people practicing it. This is just the prejudice of those ignorant people in the world. They think that the ghost's kung fu is unpredictable and strange, which is so ridiculous.

"Ghost martial arts are roughly divided into three skills and five kills. The five kills are 'ghost knife killing', 'ghost palm killing', 'ghost fist killing', 'ghost sword killing', as for the three skills..." Song Zhuoyuan said in this way. Chen Rufeng listened carefully and did not dare to miss a word. Two hours have passed, and it was always Remember the basic skills of the ghost family.

Song Zhuoyuan was drooling and finally said, "You have to remember these well, and take this as the root in the future, just like opening branches and scattering leaves, and practicing diligently. Remember, you can't use ghost skills to others except with Ye Zhihang. If I knew it, I would have ruined you."

Listening to Song Zhuoyuan's strange request, Chen Rufeng responded.

"I hope that one day you can really defeat Ye Zhihang with the ghost skills I gave you." Song Zhuoyuan looked at Chen Rufeng with hope and said.

Chen Rufeng smiled faintly and thought in his heart whether Ye Zhihang and I could meet this. It was fortunate that I could live a stick of incense in his hand.

"Well, it's getting late. I'm afraid the old man Yuan Sirou is worried about you, right?" Song Zhuo looked at the sky from afar and was about to send Chen Rufeng away.

"Don't mention today's matter to anyone, especially don't say you've seen me, okay?" Song Zhuoyuan warned sternly that Chen Rufeng did not dare to disoy and nodded repeatedly.

So, after harvesting the practice of the ghost family, Chen Rufeng picked up his bamboo sword and embarked on the road back to Shuiju.

Along the way, he thought about the method of this ghost's martial arts, which is indeed very different from the magic classic "Reverse Demon Heart Secret" he has read, but this is only in the way of operation of the origin, and it shows that it is very similar to the magic skill of the magic.

Along the stream, Chen Rufeng did not walk on the water. He felt that walking quietly along the stream could make his heart think peacefully.

Soon, the sunset glow has been released on the sky. The red and yellow sky was cut by layers of floating clouds, which was very beautiful.

But Chen Rufeng's mind has always been on the ghost method given to him by Song Zhuoyuan, and he has no intention to appreciate this magnificent sky at all. His footsteps are very slow, and he will think lowly for a moment every step. I don't know how long it will take to return to Shuiju.

In the moment when Chen Rufeng left and Song's distant residence, I don't know when there was an extra note on the table.

A few simple characters on the note: tomorrow night, the bamboo altar will be important. Ruiyun.

Chen Rufeng walked, and suddenly there was a severe colic, which came out from his lower abdomen, like ten thousand snakes to bite his heart into pieces.

His hand covered his abdomen tightly, and his face turned pale with pain. He bent down and couldn't help screaming.

Ah——