Lao Qian's death made Chu Luozhao a little sentimental, stopped talking, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

For a while, only the sound of Song Xing quietly flipping through the book was heard.

The Taiping Guangji in his hand was exchanged for an old book shop at the foot of the mountain, and collected the folk legends of the Six Dynasties, the legendary stories of the Tang and Song dynasties, gods and monsters, Taoism, alchemists, aliens, and grass and wood spirits, which were quite interesting to read.

After five years of getting along, the old and the young have become accustomed to this mode of getting along.

It's cold in the mountains, reading books, practicing exercises, and the day passes quickly.

As the sun set, Song Xing closed the book, skillfully walked to the back kitchen, and began to boil water for cooking.

When the meal was ready, Chu Luo came over after smelling the taste.

On the dinner table, a plate of vinegared fish sprinkled with minced ginger, a pot of stir-fried spinach, a plate of salted duck eggs, and a handful of peanuts.

The staple is a large pot of rice with four steamed buns.

Chu Luozhao's hometown is in the north and he doesn't like to eat rice, so Song Xing specially steamed pasta for him.

The two sat opposite each other, Song Xing turned out a jar of turbid wine, poured a bowl for Chu Luozhao, the old man picked it up, and drank it with peanuts, as if he was drinking agar and jade liquid.

Song Xing sat down, picked up the rice, and ate it in a big gulp.

Before finishing a bowl of rice, Chu Luozhao had already drunk most of the wine, his face was slightly red, he was a little drunk, he gently tapped the table with one hand, and hummed a small song softly in his mouth.

The first few sentences still have a bit of northern Gaobang, and the back has changed to the Qin dialect of Shaanxi, and the voice reveals a rough and bold state.

After Song Xing finished eating, he put down the chopsticks, watched Chu Luozhao sing while eating, and after he finished eating, he took the dishes and chopsticks to wash and clean, and then helped the old man back to his room to rest.

went to the stone tank in front of him to fetch water, wiped Chu Luozhao's face, and the old man fell asleep drunk.

Song Xing got up and was about to leave, but he heard Chu Luozhao's somewhat muffled voice behind him: "What happened to the money shopkeeper?" ”

"There are neighbors who know each other and spend money to restrain his family." Song Xing's face disappeared into the darkness, and a voice came out of the darkness.

"Very good, very good," Chu Luozhao muttered, falling into a deep sleep.

Song Xing walked out of the door and looked up at the sky, on the fifteenth day, the moon was full, and the earth in front of him was bright silver.

Walking out and crossing the practice ground in front of the door, Song Xing turned around and galloped towards the depths of the forest outside.

Song Xing soon came to a cliff, exerted his legs and feet, climbed the cliff in three or two strokes, and came to the highest place to sit cross-legged.

The bright moonlight poured down on his body.

As Song Xing breathed, the moonlight seemed to be blending into his body little by little, making his body tougher and lighter.

Half an hour later, Song Xing began to practice boxing.

The wind raged on the cliff, and Song Xing turned into the wind, showing a speed that was enough to make Chu Luozhao dumbfounded.

If Chu Luozhao was here, he should be able to recognize that Song Xing's moves and styles at this moment are completely out of the scope of what he has taught in the past five years, and it is not the boxing technique he has taught at all.

That's a kind of fastness that breaks through the limits of the human body! And precise!

As Song Xing's speed became faster and faster, more moonlight melted into his body, making his moves faster and more powerful.

The inaccessible mountains and forests, the ghostly dancing figure under the moon, if an accidental intruder sees this scene, he will definitely think that he has hit a ghost.

It wasn't until the dark clouds covered the moon that Song Xing stopped moving, and after a short rest, he took out a long knife and a white ape mask behind a big rock on the cliff, turned over and went down the cliff, and rushed down the mountain.

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In the north of Cangwu County, under the curfew, except for a few bangzi sounds, it was as quiet as a ghost.

Xicheng, on the other hand, completely ignored the decrees of the county government, the lights were bright, the flower street was overcrowded, and it was full of the hustle and bustle of high-ranking officials and nobles seeking pleasure.

Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.

At the junction of Xicheng and Beicheng, three or two beggars huddled on the corner of the street, only a dilapidated liquor shop was still open, and the dirty hanging wine curtain swayed in the wind in the dark night, revealing a bit of shabby.

The curtain was lifted, and the night breeze poured in, waking up the guy who was napping in the wine shop, and when he looked up, a white ape mask came into view.

The ordinary, seemingly funny white ape mask, made the guy swallow his saliva subconsciously.

The guy cheered up, got up and asked with a smile, "What does the guest officer need?" ”

Snakes have snake roads, rats have rat roads, few people know, this inconspicuous wine shop, in addition to selling alcohol, also does other business of three religions and nine streams.

If the government represents the light on the bright side of Cangwu County, they represent the darkness of Cangwu County, here, as long as you have money, you can get a lot of things.

"I need a waist card." Song Xing's hoarse voice came from behind the mask.

"Our store just provides this kind of service, I don't know what kind of waist card the customer officer needs?"

The guy just had a smile on his face, and before he finished speaking, a bright sword light suddenly lit up in front of him.

A dense burst of gunfire followed.

The light of the knife illuminated the man's frightened face, and then the barrage of bullets smashed him to pieces.

At the last moment of his life, what he saw was the white ape, wrapped in a snowy knife light, breaking through the barrage, smashing the wine curtain, and rushing out of the wine shop.

Relying on the intuition tempered between life and death, Song Xing decisively drew his knife at the moment of feeling the crisis, exerted his strength under his feet, and directly killed the wine shop.

When the people were still in the air, they could clearly see a row of more than a dozen Qing soldiers wearing yamen costumes outside, maintaining the posture of raising their guns and shooting.

Behind these Qing soldiers, there was another platoon of Qing soldiers, who were training to raise their guns and aim them at themselves in the air.

Song Xing, who was in the air, suddenly shrank his body, and his whole person suddenly curled up from a height of one meter eight to less than fifty centimeters.

Then, under the surprised gaze of the Qing soldiers, Song Xing's body that was ejected in the air fell suddenly in a way that completely violated the laws of nature, and fell to the ground in the next second.

Immediately after, the body that landed on the ground flicked and rolled into the crowd.

The Qing soldiers in the back suddenly lost their target.

The sword light lit up, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and the Qing soldiers, who had lost the threat of firearms, were completely unprepared in the face of Song Xingxun's lightning-like sword light.

In an instant, it was four or five Qing soldiers who were blocked by a knife and died under Song Xing's knife.

The Qing soldiers in the back row were frightened, and subconsciously raised their guns and began to shoot.

What hit was the surrounding robes, and the Qing soldiers who were originally besieging fell four or five people in an instant.

When the gunshots and screams came, not far away was a three-story wine shop called Mingyue Building, by the window of the high-rise building, and at the table of the Eight Immortals full of wine and food, two people were sitting, staring at the battle in the night.

A thin middle-aged man dressed in a Confucian costume with an ugly money rat tail, with three points of awe and seven points of flattery, poured wine for an old man next to him who looked like a white-faced steamed bun, and said:

"My lord is really clever, how many people haven't caught the white ape who killed a thousand knives, and today it fell into the adult's urn."

The fat old man raised his wine glass, took a sip implicitly, and said with a smile: "But a horse, even if he has a bit of martial arts, how can he be compared with us." ”

"What the lord said," the thin man nodded quickly, "please drink this cup again." ”

Listening to the white fat old man's words, he was full of confidence, and the thin man also let go of the tension in his heart and waited for the good news that the white ape was killed.