Now is not the time to study this stick. 【Fengyun Reading Network. 】

Compared with the wooden stick, Duan He paid more attention to the book "Qianchang Jue" in front of him. This is the swordsmanship of the Duan family that the male does not pass on the female, and the son does not pass on the son-in-law. It's been on me, but I haven't seen it for a long time.

Now holding this book in my hand, I actually feel a kind of emotion to reunite after a long absence.

Duan He didn't remember how the book came about, and he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had seen it. Now that it suddenly turned out on himself, he was naturally very excited.

When I opened it again, there were many descriptions inside. It's not exquisite, but it's respectful.

Looking at this swordsmanship, I always feel a little cautious for some reason. Duan He glanced at it a few times and put the book down. Everything, wait until the evening.

It's not too late, at least walking on the road without worrying about stepping on something you shouldn't. Now, this is not the time to read a book.

Duan He sorted out the almost, and tried to spell out the two tokens. It's almost impossible, though.

The token was halved and had blood seeping through it. Duan He looked at this token and was a little embarrassed.

The token is like this, it really doesn't look like Lou Sang Erxian personally handed it over to him, but it looks like it was snatched. The Zhu Su faction is ruthless, and the people are different. Holding the past like this, it will definitely be difficult to convince the public.

Duan He sighed for a while, for the sake of Lou Sang Erxian's last wish, he had to return to the rivers and lakes.

Or rather, he had to go into the rivers and lakes.

It should have been almost six years since the descent. For such a long time, Duan He has hardly become a name on the rivers and lakes. On the contrary, got into a bunch of trouble. The catastrophe of the Shaolin Temple is more or less related to himself. Although, everything is not what it was intended for.

But in this world, how many things are your original intentions?

He is not a sword that he learned with intention, nor is he a sword that he intended to go. It's not the person who intend to provoke, it's not the person who intend to provoke the matter to the head of the Shaolin Temple. What survives in Shaolin Temple now are some monks who eat fasting and recite Buddha. No one mentions the affairs of the rivers and lakes anymore, North Shaolin is still the same North Shaolin, and it has truly become a place to eat fasting and chant Buddha.

Duan He got up, he didn't expect that on the first day he came back, he would be so confused and follow him.

There is not much time left for him to make plans now, he has been away from the rivers and lakes for too long, and if he wants to go back, he has to polish everything again.

He seems to have never been healthy, and his swordsmanship is not the top in the world, but he hasn't touched a sword for a long time. The current Duan He has several layers of certainty when fighting with masters, and he himself is not clear.

It would be a terrible thing for a swordsman not to know this.

Many people died tragically under the swords of others, not how bold these swordsmen were, how they were not afraid of death. It's that they always underestimate others and overestimate themselves.

Without any reference, the current Duan He can only feel good about himself.

Listening to what Ju Siliang said, he almost left his life in Miyagi. Hearing this, his swordsmanship has not improved much. If not, at least you can get out of it with your whole body, instead of relying on others to come out.

In his memory, the last time he used swordsmanship was to protect Chen Ziyuan's family. But what he was facing was a group of men, a group of rough and careless men. The famous swordsmen on the rivers and lakes are by no means the same as them.

It seems that everything must be learned from sword training.

Duan He closed his eyes and repeated all his thoughts over and over again in his mind.

For Ju Siliang, Duan He is now resting in the house. Maybe Duan He was too tired and wanted to be quiet.

For Duan He, now is to think about all his thoughts aside. Be sure to think carefully and try to think of all possibilities. In this way, it can be foolproof.

He's leaving.

is about to return to the rivers and lakes, a place where people eat people and don't spit out bones.

There are many people who are about to meet, some are good people who look like bad people, and some are bad people who seem to want good people. Some are people who look like bad people, but are actually worse people. Some people look like good people, but they are actually good people.

All these must be thought about and judged.

Maybe there will be more things waiting for him in the future, but it can't be helped.

Who told him to be burdened with such a heavy responsibility now, or a heavy responsibility that there is no way to refuse.

After thinking for a long time, Duan He finally opened his eyes.

He thought of a breakthrough, and from there, back to the rivers and lakes.

People can be lazy and confused. When a person is used to something, he will repeat it over and over again every day. But when a person is away from this thing for too long, he can't go back. If this is something that this person doesn't like to do, then it will be even more difficult to go back.

Duan He is probably like this now, and it is not easy to return to the rivers and lakes.

After thinking of a way, Duan He put away his thoughts.

By this time it was already dark outside, and the night was always confusing. But Duan He doesn't know why, he likes the night more and more recently.

Seeing the dark night, he could vaguely remember sitting by the lake with Mu Yichen, watching the hazy moonlight and eating a big bowl of R and drinking.

He could also remember the girl named Ling Li.

He seemed to remember the two of them in the same room under the moonlight.

He looked at her, at her delicate face, at her satin-like skin, and at her soft, smelly feminine scent.

It reminds him of a lot of past events that still can't be pieced together into a perfect picture. But Duan He knew that Ling Li was a woman, and he couldn't forget it.

Now is not the time to think about women, if a person wants to break into the rivers and lakes, he must be ruthless.

Jianghu people are afraid of feelings, and feelings will become their weakness and become a place where they are easily broken.

Especially women, men's desire for women makes many things irreparable.

Duan He understands this, and some things are still told to him by his master.

Ghost gambling god counts, Bai Xiaosheng.

These seven words appeared in Duan He's mind again, his master taught him a skill, taught himself to be a man, and taught himself how to become a Jianghu person.

After that, you have to walk on your own.

Ghost gambling god counts, four words.

Ghost, it should be yourself.

bet, it should be Chen Ziyuan.

Duan He still remembers this, so the next one to understand should be God.

Who is God? Could it be that Mu Yichen is the god he is looking for?

Or, is it the miserable Meng Po?

Or, is it this Ju Siliang who has saved himself repeatedly?

Or is this God himself?

Under the moonlight, in the dark night, the stars shine in the night.

The wind is blowing.

(End of chapter)