The thirteenth apprenticeship

After finishing speaking, he kowtowed three more times, and then he got up and opened the iron box, which contained a small jade bottle, pressing a roll of white silk and two volumes of books. Long Jing, the www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion, first unfolded the white silk, only to see that it was densely written:

"Sage:

The teacher's surname is Zhang Danfeng, who is the fourth generation disciple of Shaohuamen, more than 50 years ago, this door is not

Fortunately, out of my senior brother Shi Min, an unfilial man, harmed my teacher, killed my disciples, and escaped alone for my teacher.

Practice martial arts hard here, determined to take revenge. However, I didn't know until I went down the mountain for my teacher and searched for many years

Shi Min is dead, and Benmen has disappeared from the rivers and lakes. As a teacher, I really feel pain in my heart, and I have all my thoughts

Ash, only to return to the mountains to spend time.

Since then, he has studied a set of boxing, swordsmanship and a set of internal strength and heart method, and now, all

Give it to the virtuous apprentices together, and hope that the virtuous apprentices will practice hard, and he will be able to revitalize Shaohuamen one day!

There is a sword under the seat cushion for the teacher, called "Tengjiao Sword", this sword is extremely sharp, sharpening iron

Like mud, stretch freely, hard as steel, tough as silk, soft as silk, can be wrapped around the waist, and the right is used as a belt. This sword is

The treasure of Shaohuamen, after receiving this sword, is the head of Shaohuamen.

Virtuous apprentice, now, as a teacher, I will pass on your position as the head of the family. From this day on, you will

It can be regarded as the fourth generation head of Shaohuamen. Virtuous apprentice, I will give you two more sentences for the teacher: "If you want to be invincible and call the world, you should accumulate."

Innocent and undefiled!" When he walks the rivers and lakes, he must not forget these two sentences, do not kill innocents indiscriminately, and indulge

Shameless rats.

In addition, there is a spirit monkey for the teacher, it has been with me for five years, I raised it since I was a child, I hope you

Able to take good care of it. Also, the jade bottle in the box has thirty pills made by collecting various medicinal materials for the teacher, a virtuous disciple

Eating one capsule a day can help you increase your strength.

God bless me Shaohuamen's successor!

Shaohuamen disciple Zhang Danfeng

October of the 12th year of Emperor Mingzong"

Long Jing was taken aback when he saw the final payment date, and said secretly: "It is now the 12th year of the Ming Dynasty! It is now the 14th year of the Guangzong Dynasty, so it has been a full 50 years since now, why are the bones of the master still not decaying? He took a breath hard, and a faint smell of medicine went straight to his heart, and it turned out that the master had sprinkled medicine on his body before he died.

Put down the white silk, and took out the book to see, one is Shaohuamen boxing, swordsmanship, turn the first page, there is a text: This is imitation of the beasts on the mountain to fight the tricks of the evolution of the evolution. There are a few big words on the second page: "Hundred Flowers Wrong Fist". The third page is two words: "Fist Method". Then, on one of the pages in the middle, there is the word "swordsmanship". The other book is the internal strength of the mind, and there is also a paragraph on the first page: "This is for the teacher to take the internal strength of the mind as the grass-roots level, and the comprehensive strengths of each family are written, and the virtuous disciples practice hard." ”

Long Jing read it, put down the book, took the jade bottle to see, the mouth of the bottle was sealed with wax, put it back in the jade bottle, he put the iron box beside him, and carefully took the cushion under Zhang Danfeng's seat, and there was indeed a sword under the cushion.

He held the sword in his hand, and saw that the hilt and scabbard were embedded with precious stones, and on the hilt of the sword were six emeralds in a circle, and in the middle was a ruby the size of a finger's thumb. When he drew his sword, the body was as thin as gauze, soft as silk, and as strong as iron, and bright enough to shine a shadow.

He flicked the blade of the sword with his fingers, and proclaimed, "What a sword! It is indeed a rare sword!" and returned the sword into its sheath, wrapped around its waist, and in an instant it was an incomparably exquisite belt.

Long Jing was very happy, and bowed to Zhang Danfeng's remains: "Thank you teacher!"

At this time, Long Jing had time to look around, there was only one house, there was a wooden board in the corner, and there was a bed and bedding on it, and it was no longer possible to distinguish any color, and there was a strange smell. In the corner of the wall next to the door was a rusty iron pot and a few bowls and spoons, and the stove made of three large stones was blackened by smoke, and there were two empty jars, one large and one small, beside it. Obviously, no one has been here since Zhang Danfeng's death.

He couldn't help frowning, and decided to clean up the house, but he stopped in the middle of the room, and he didn't know where to start. At this time, he really regretted that when he was at home in the past, why didn't Yanhong and the others learn to study when they cleaned up the room? I can't regret it now, so let's think about it.

After working for a while, he felt that his waist was sore, his back was also painful, and when he looked up, the room was even more chaotic than just now: the bedding had already weathered, and it was rotten as soon as he took it, and the black rotten cotton wool ash that fell to the ground, the mat on which Zhang Danfeng had sat was thrown at the door, the wooden board used to make the bed was broken, the pots and bowls were piled up on it in a mess, and the small jar was missing a hole and fell to the ground......

"Alas!" Long Jing let out a long sigh, shook his head helplessly, threw the rotten mat out the door, and looked at the torn cotton wool all over the ground, not knowing what to do.

"Bang--Bang--" There was a sudden neighing of horses in the night sky, and Long Jing suddenly remembered the golden dragon, and hurriedly ran to the edge of the cliff, shouting: "Golden Dragon, I'm fine! He was answered by a neighing horse.

Long Jing thought to himself: I'd better go down first, so I can bury Master's bones. So he returned to the house, wrapped the Tengjiao sword around his waist, took off his cloak and wrapped Zhang Danfeng's bones on his back, tied the two iron boxes and slid them down the rattan. The monkey followed.

Before Long Jing went down to the ground, the golden dragon ran up, and Long Jing hugged its neck: "Okay, I'm fine, don't worry." The golden dragon also screamed with joy.

Then Long Jing let go of the golden dragon, took down Zhang Danfeng's bones, found a place by the lake, dug a pit with his own green steel sword, put it into the master's bones and buried it, and then used the sword to cut a piece of wood, carved the inscription, inserted it in the grave, and kowtowed three times: "Master, please rest in peace!" The spirit monkey also knelt obediently beside him.

Long Jing stood up, looked at the spirit monkey, and said, "Little monkey, you ......" He saw the spirit monkey blinking, listening to him very seriously, and smiled: "You can understand what I say, right? I see that your eyes are dark and bright, so I will call you 'little black'." ”

The spirit monkey squeaked and danced with excitement.

Long Jing also smiled, and said, "Xiao Hei, you are here to accompany the master, Jin Long is not suitable for here, so I will go and find a place for Jin Long to live." ”

Spirit monkey, let's call it little black in the future. Xiao Hei listened and nodded.

Long Jing rested for a while against a big tree, and when it was dawn, he said goodbye to Xiao **, and led the golden dragon for most of the day without seeing a single figure. I picked some wild fruits and ate them, and then continued walking.

When the sun was about to set, Long Jing finally saw a wisp of cooking smoke rising from the bottom of the mountain, and he felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, and hurriedly urged the horse to go.