Chapter II: Warning of the Heavens

The July sun hangs in the air like a fireball, grilling everything on the earth. A few old farmers were busy on the hills in the distance, wiping their sweat with towels from time to time, hoping that a cloud would cover the sun and bring a hint of shade.

Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning, and a thunderclap struck, followed by a raindrop the size of a bean, smashing on the dry earth, splashing up bursts of dust.

There was a roar in the ears of several old peasants, and they couldn't help but stop what they were doing, and when they raised their heads, they saw a clear sky, only two palm-sized clouds overhead, and they actually laid down a vicious thunder. One said: "It's really a strange thing, there is a thunderbolt on a sunny day, I'm afraid it's not a good sign." One person continued: "Isn't there going to be a disaster, or is Grandpa Lei catching monsters?"

As he spoke, the two dark clouds above his head had gone away. Suddenly, I heard a person shouting in the distance: "Oh no, the old locust tree in front of Zhu Yuanwai's house was split in half by lightning." ”

When everyone heard this, they were all shocked, the old locust tree in front of Zhu Yuanwai's house, at least more than 500 years old, has been flourishing, and was called a sacred tree by them, and the Zhu family is regarded as a symbol of their family's prosperity, but they didn't expect it to be split in half by lightning.

One said: "The tree is a monster, is it not that the old tree is possessed by mandrills or ghosts, and the heavenly soldiers will capture the monster and kill it." The crowd nodded yes. Suddenly, a person said: "Is there a big disaster in the Zhu family, and the heavens are alert?" Everyone listened, looked at each other, and their faces were suspicious. Then someone "bah" twice, spit on the ground twice in succession, and said: "Stinky crow's mouth, full of nonsense, what kind of disaster can happen to such a good person in Zhu Yuanwai's family?"

At this time, two men in their thirties happened to walk past them, and after listening to the man's words, he looked sideways and showed a strange smile on his face.

I only heard the two men whispering as they walked, and one said: "Lord Wu Xiang, you can't be wrong this time, it must be them." Another person known as Wu Xiangzhu said: "Brother Zhang, have you found it out?" I asked seven or eight old guys, and they all said that their family moved here more than 50 years ago. Lord Wu Xiang nodded, and said, "Have you also found out the number of people in their family?" The man smiled and said: "Lord Wu Xiang, don't you feel at ease about your brother's errands? Even the servants are enslaved, a total of one hundred and six people, fifty-five men, fifty-one women, absolutely can't be wrong." Wu Xiang said: "Okay, you have made a great contribution this time, and the sect leader will definitely be greatly rewarded." The man smiled: "It's not all thanks to Lord Wu Xiang's support." ”

After a while, the two walked into a wood. The man surnamed Zhang said suddenly: "Lord Wu Xiang, do you say that the secret is really as magical as the legend?" Lord Wu Xiang sighed and said, "Speak lightly, don't be heard." The man laughed in a low voice: "There is no one near and far here, who can hear it?" Wu Xiang said, "It's better to be careful." The man said: "Lord Wu Xiang taught us." It's just that my brother doesn't know much about that secret, and he can't help it. ”

Lord Wu Xiang smiled and said, "Okay, I'll tell you, so as not to make you uncomfortable." In fact, this is not a secret, most people in the martial arts know it. After a pause, he said softly: "It is said that the secret book, the highest to the mysterious, is the first secret of the martial arts, even if it is the Yijin Sutra of the Shaolin Temple, it is far worse than it." No matter who it is, no matter what your qualifications are, as long as you get it, you can practice a ghostly and unpredictable magic skill, fight invincible opponents all over the world, and become the first person in the martial arts, such as the 、、、、、、 a hundred years ago" The two walked while talking, and gradually walked into the depths of the forest. But they didn't know that behind them, there was an old man in a gray shirt in the distance, listening to their words, his face was angry and worried.

Suddenly, the surnamed Zhang said: "If Lord Wu Xiang can also get that secret, wouldn't he also be the first person in martial arts?" Lord Wu Xiang smiled and said: "How can I have that kind of blessing, besides, how can I have that kind of courage to practice." The surnamed Zhang said: "What does Master Wu Xiang say, can't we practice that secret?"

Wu Xiang said: "It's not that I can't practice, but I don't want to live so shortly." The surnamed Zhang was even more curious: "Then why?" Wu Xiangzhu shook his head and said: "Don't ask so much, let's go quickly, it will change later, don't let them get the news, and hide again." The surnamed Zhang said: "What Lord Wu Xiang said is." The two quickened their pace.

The gray-shirted old man, looking at their figures, sneered softly, plucked two soft pine nuts from a pine branch, put them in the palm of his hand, and flicked them with his fingers. Hearing a whoosh, a pine nut shot out and poofed into the back of the head of the surnamed Zhang. The man surnamed Zhang snorted, opened his hand, and fell to the ground.

Lord Wu Xiang was shocked, and was about to turn his head, when he heard the sound of breaking the sky, he immediately turned his head to the side and waved his arm back. Another pine nut was hitting his wrist, deep embedded in the bone. He screamed and rushed forward, shouting desperately at the same time: "Help, the wolf is coming, help, the wolf is coming." ”

The old man in the gray shirt saw him fleeing and was about to chase after him, but he was stunned for a moment when he heard him cry that the wolf was coming, and when he understood that the man had run a long way, he immediately raised his anger and chased after him.

As soon as he ran a few steps, he heard a loud cry from a distance, "Hurry up, everyone, hurry up, a wolf is coming, it is important to save people." In the midst of the noise, more than a dozen people rushed into the forest, including a few old farmers who had been working in the fields just now. The gray-shirted old man was stunned for a moment when he saw Lord Wu Xiang running towards those people, and hid in a no-man's land.

In the evening, the Zhu school was quiet, and Xuanmeng, as the companion of the Zhu family's children, also sat at the back.

And Mr. Liu stood on the podium, holding the ring ruler in his hand, shaking from time to time, which was his usual action. However, today, his face was a little surprisingly solemn, as if he was considering an extremely important matter, and he couldn't make a decision for a while, and looked at Xuanmeng from time to time.

He was wearing a gray shirt, and he was the old man in the forest who killed the man surnamed Zhang with pine nuts.

Finally, when the evening class was over, everyone got up and dispersed, and Xuanmeng still stayed to pack up his things as usual. Mr. Liu walked over and said, "Xuanmeng, come with me." ”

Xuan Meng followed Mr. Liu out of the school. It was a little dark outside, and there was a moon bud hanging in the sky in the west, which was also sinking. It wasn't a good day, with a few clouds obscuring some of the stars who were in a hurry to blink.

Mr. Liu's steps seemed a little heavy, but they were very rhythmic, which was also the rhythm that Xuanmeng was familiar with. It's been four years, and I don't know how many times, Xuanmeng has walked behind Mr. Liu like this. But for some reason, tonight Xuanmeng listened to his familiar footsteps, but his heart was pounding, as if every time he stepped on his heart.

Mr. Liu took him to his residence again. The dwelling place is very simple, a bed, a tent, a quilt, a desk, a stool, and the table is full of scriptures. There is a landscape painting hanging on the wall, the color of the painting is very strong, and the ink is extremely heavy, and the force penetrates the back of the paper. The mountain peaks are tall and straight, reaching into the sky, and a mountain path is coiled around the peak waist from time to time. The peak is shrouded in clouds and mist, like the abode of a mythical god.

Xuan Meng is also very familiar with this painting, and he has been hanging there since he can remember. He once asked his husband what kind of place this painting was painted on, and whether he had painted it with the words Liu Ruzhai Tu Ya written on it? At that time, the old gentleman told him in a rather heavy mood that it was a distant place, thousands of miles away, and that he had painted it 30 years ago. Liu Ruzhai is the name of Mr.

Mr. Liu asked him to sit on the edge of the bed, and said in a deep voice: "Child, I am looking for you today to discuss something with you, I wonder if you can agree?"

"Sir, you say, I will do what I can do. Xuanmeng saw that he hesitated to speak, and said loudly.

Mr. Liu said: "Okay, before I talk about this, I will tell you a story." Seeing that he said solemnly, Xuanmeng was very strange, and nodded again and again.

Xuanmeng didn't know that the story that Mr. Liu told him was the biggest secret in the martial arts for a hundred years, and it was related to the whereabouts of a secret book of martial arts supremacy that shocked the world and made several martial arts people crazy.