Chapter 6 Scholar's Courtyard

The east is white, the sky and the earth are rippling with a touch of fresh air, and Lu Zhuang, who has been tossing for a night, has regained its calm, the police all withdrew from Lujiazhuang before ten o'clock last night, and Liu Baishu's body was also packed and transported back to the Provincial Police Department.

The police also found Zhao Heng and Lu Meng to record a confession last night, wanting to completely end the case, but those testimonies could not be presented in court at all, and it was really ridiculous. One said that he wanted to have a million, buy a car, buy a gun, and buy a woman.

These are the two demon kings of the mixed world!

Sima Qing concluded: It's still two bastards!

In the end, she made two beautiful confessions under the mediation of Bei Ruyan, and it was also after she communicated with the two brothers, and the two of them were all erased from the police records, so as not to bring them inconvenience in life and the revenge of the bandit companion Guan Dawang, not to mention that the murder of two teenagers is not worth encouraging and advocating.

Therefore, last night's incident was separated from Zhao Heng and Lu Meng, of course, one million will not be less.

Before the sun spilled over the earth, Lu Meng and Zhao Heng carried a large bag of hot buns and mellow soybean milk, and walked to a remote courtyard at the top of Luzhuang, and the two discussed along the way about Liu Baishu's tragic death, the beauty of the north like smoke, and how delicious and sweet the pot of snake soup that Uncle Feng boiled last night.

"Brother, did you say Uncle Feng got up?"

Lu Meng took out two hot buns from the paper bag, handed one to Zhao Heng, and then opened his mouth to bite it: "He drank so much wine last night, I'm afraid that he is still sleeping in the hall at the moment, so I would have moved him to the empty yard, only if he enjoys enjoying the cold fog, will he sober up faster." ”

Zhao Heng also bit off most of the bun, and responded with a meteoric stride: "After drinking wine and being beaten by fog, wouldn't he hang up quickly?" He hung up, where are we going to drink delicious snake soup in the future? Although that guy is a little hateful, his cooking skills are still unambiguous, and the snake soup is so delicious. ”

"That's right!"

Lu Meng glanced at the yard that was about to arrive, and ate the bun in his hand in three times and two times: "And our 100,000 bounty hasn't arrived yet, he hung up at this time, what do you say we should give him a ride?" I couldn't even afford a coffin, so I had to throw him into the mountains to feed the wolves, but I didn't bother to carry it. ”

Zhao Heng smiled: "So let's ask him for the final money later." ”

Lu Meng laughed: "Makes sense! ”

Uncle Feng is an outsider, but I don't know where it came from, his name is Feng Wutian, he calls himself a scholar of wine and swords, he bought an abandoned yard from Luzhuang twenty years ago, and lived in it after a little decoration, he didn't have to work every day but lived a rotten life, he had wine, books, swords, and computers that were constantly changing.

He also took a name for himself: Scholar Courtyard.

Zhao Heng and Lu Meng got on his thief ship when they were five years old, and a few villain books and a few movies tied them up, so that the two of them willingly worshiped Uncle Feng as a teacher, but they didn't live a comfortable and comfortable life like Uncle Feng, and there were no movies to satisfy their curiosity every day, they only had to read, practice martial arts, and hunt.

When they were ten years old, the two of them were even more miserable, and they started to run a kilometer every day, running all the mountain grass set by Uncle Feng, and many times there was no road at all, but they still had to run with a backpack, what was in the backpack? Two-inch thick bricks! Put four pieces on each of the left and right shoulders, rain or shine.

At the end of the day, they raised their legs to cross the threshold, and their legs trembled and they just couldn't get by, but Uncle Feng didn't care how tired they were, and let them still crawl and roll for a kilometer the next day, the most important thing is that this long-distance run is added every year, and today, Zhao Heng and Lu Meng are completely running to the county seat to study, just twenty kilometers.

Only by meeting Uncle Feng's requirements can they barely get drunk and dream to death.

After five or six years of such days, they can be regarded as equal to Uncle Feng, can they wantonly fiddle with the computers that are not unusual, can they flip through the not too bitter male and female love, and can also drink his valuable red wine, white wine, rice wine, and even touch the long sword that Uncle Feng boasted of being very good.

Of course, the status of the two has not changed their master-apprentice relationship, Zhao Heng and Lu Meng still train for five hours a day, but the relationship between each other is as harmonious as brothers, the three of them gather in the scholar's courtyard to discuss life, ideals, martial arts, and occasionally have a little wine together to fight.

The three of them had a snake meal last night.

When Zhao Heng and Lu Meng killed people for women and money, Uncle Feng took away two big snakes and two pheasants from Lu's house, made a sumptuous dinner and waited for an apprentice, so there was a child who ran to the scene to call someone, so that Zhao Heng and Lu Meng, who were overly mentally consumed, ate a dragon and phoenix meal.

Uncle Feng was even more excited when he knew that the two of them had killed Liu Baishu, and he took out the liquor that he had treasured for many years and got drunk, so Zhao Heng and Lu Meng got up early today, asked for two pots of soy milk and buns in the village, and went to visit Uncle Feng, wanting to see if the drunk guy had woken up, and by the way, they had a strong training.

"Uncle Feng!"

The forgetful talk made them forget the time, and also forgot the potential danger, they quickly stepped into the scholar's courtyard, just pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard, in the air, the pale white mist that was originally soothing like a cloud, at this moment, suddenly seemed to be an angry wave, the waves broke apart, and then a sharp knife flashed.

With a cracking sound that tore through the air, it slashed down like thunder towards Lu Meng in front.

As if lightning passed through the sky, like the sun rising in the East China Sea, the light was covered with thousands of miles, a delicate and even beautiful face, snow-white fluttering clothes, scattered dancing hair, and frost-like eyes suddenly appeared from the mist, as if a killing god was coming to the world, two figures flew out upside down, and then almost roared out in unison:

"Uncle Feng, playing sneak attack again?"

The panicked shouts, the retreat of the footsteps, the various sounds of leaning against each other, were chaotic and intertwined, and the scene was chaotic to the extreme in an instant, Zhao Heng and Lu Meng rolled up from the ground, and when they threw the soy milk and buns on the table in the courtyard, they also grabbed a wooden knife in their hands, and then stared at the thick fog.

"Boy, aren't you very?"

A very vicissitudes and arrogant voice floated out, and then a man in white came into the field of vision of the two, with a slender figure, and a wooden knife firmly in his hand.

"The excitement of killing is still there, right? Come! Follow Uncle Feng to have two good fun. ”

Lu Meng brandished a wooden knife and killed: "Damn! Is it really Lao Tzu Amon? ”

"Hey, hey! There is a chance! ”

Although the laughter was very light, but in these chaotic intersecting sounds, it was surprisingly clear, as if the bell in the temple was ringing, the middle-aged man in white was like electricity, and his expression was like crazy, he casually slashed out a knife, and directly pointed at the back of Lu Meng's knife, dang! The collision of the wooden knives shook Lu Meng's body back.

"Well, that's good! Lu Meng, your skills are better than before. ”

A smile flashed across the face of the man in white, and then the wooden knife in his hand on one side was full of fighting intent: "It seems that this summer vacation is still useful, so that you can focus on practicing martial arts, not on the breasts of your school uniform girls, come!" Let Uncle Feng try you a few more tricks, I hope you can bear it. ”

Lu Meng licked his lips: "Carry your sister!" Lao Tzu plays with guns! ”

"But playing with a knife will also flatten you! Pick up! ”

Then Lu Meng roared and rushed up, the pace was staggered, the man in white sneered and approached, the two wooden knives continued to fight in the air, and when the dull sound sounded, Lu Meng kicked out a kick and took the man in white to the yin, the latter hurriedly withdrew his strength and retreated, and did not forget to shout: "Boy, you are too yin, right?" ”

"Damn! It's all taught by you! ”

Lu Meng gasped slightly: "I'm not vicious, how can I be worthy of your master?" ”

The man in white widened his eyes: "It's really anti-bones!" Look at the knives! ”

A knife swung out, knocking the approaching Lu Mengzhen back two steps.

Then he slashed out continuously, every time he shot with a knife, he had a frost-like calmness, the angle was tricky and domineering, the sneak attack was plotting, how to be vicious, how to come to the extreme, there was no sword style at all, in the blink of an eye, Lu Meng, who rushed up, was in a hurry, and he slapped more than a dozen wooden knives.

Then he was cut in the chest by a middle-aged man, and Lu Meng couldn't stop retreating.

"Old Feng, ruthless?"

Lu Meng was in unbearable pain, and finally stabilized his body, but he was extremely shocked to find that the five hundred oceans of clothes on his chest had a huge gap, and he was also considered to be trained for a long time and was extraordinary, but in the sudden attack of the middle-aged man, he was completely useless, and he also wasted a piece of clothing.

The man in white has a wooden knife on one side: "Are you afraid?" ”

"Lu Meng, step aside, I'll come!"

Zhao Heng, who drank half a cup of soy milk after eating two buns, wiped the corners of his mouth, held the wooden knife that had been used for more than ten years and jumped in front of Lu Meng, his neck twisted and exuded a fighting intent, the man in white looked a little more solemn, he saw that Zhao Heng's right hand was shaking slightly, obviously the terrifying power was slowly condensing.

After thinking for a while, the man in white smiled and said:

"Zhao Heng, you are not my opponent, so I won't fight this battle."

"Leave some faith for you young people, so that you don't say that I am a big bully."

In the middle-aged man's playful smile, he saw Zhao Heng slashing over, mercilessly, the middle-aged man saw this and immediately swung a knife to block the attack, the two knives collided in mid-air, both of them retreated three or four steps each, the middle-aged man's mouth ached slightly, and then shouted: "Don't play, let's eat buns first." ”

Zhao Heng smiled and stepped forward again.

The middle-aged man showed a slight bitterness: "Still coming?" ”