The winter in the south came late, fell on the border of the two regions, two cold rains, listened to a few thunders, and the wind blew, which was considered to be winter.

In the golden building, through the half-covered green window, the rain atmosphere is silky, as thin as silk hair, with a little bit of unfinished coolness in autumn, it is too late to call the humane voice cold, and in a blink of an eye it is dispersed by the laughter of those warblers and swallows.

Listening to the movement outside, Chen Zhuo glanced out the window, "I can't see snow this year." ”

Mr. Rui and Uncle Deng sat on the side, one holding a pipe, the other holding his sleeve, and a palm-sized abacus resting on the coffee table next to him.

Mr. Rui smiled: "Hehe, I haven't seen snow for more than ten or twenty years, I live like a lonely ghost, and I don't know if I can go back and walk in my lifetime." ”

Although he had a smile on his face, his eyes were a little dark.

Speaking of which, he can also be regarded as a disciple of the three generations of Xingyi Sect. It's a pity that I didn't know anything in the early years, I was young and vigorous, in order to fight for a name, I relied on learning some fists and kicks to fight for others, but I was set by the opponent, misheard people's words, killed innocents by mistake, broke into a big disaster, and provoked secret disciples to chase and kill, and even the government issued a reward.

In the end, he had no way out, but with the secret help of the master, he fled to the south, and settled incognito in this hall and became a bookkeeper.

A few years ago, when he heard that Master was seriously ill, he could only kowtow to the north three times, and finally he did not have the courage to step into the north again.

"Looking at eight thousand miles of rivers and mountains, who is not a lonely ghost?"

Chen Zhuo's eyes were full of hatred, holding a brush, the pen was like a knife, but what was written was not a word, but according to Wang Wu's aimless sketch with a knife, one horizontal and one vertical, one skimming and one pinching, the pen was very strong, and it was not a zigzag, just swaying at will, rising at will, and stopping at will.

He writes in his hands, and his body also moves his muscles and bones with the turn of the pen, secretly swallowing his breath, and his feet rise and fall, changing the center of gravity, like stepping on the waves, but the brush in his hand is still very stable.

He is different from Wang Wu.

Wang Wuxing is the right way, the glyphs under the pen are more square, and the words can already see the true meaning of his knife. One horizontal and one vertical, it is the way of attack and defense, the momentum is majestic, like the mountains and rivers vertically and horizontally, with the world in mind, and the majestic atmosphere.

He is different, in addition to the vigorous strokes, he still has to draw a circle from time to time, although it is flat and square, and it is strangely tight.

Mr. Rui on the side can see the doorway, he is a person who is a doorman, and he knows the doorway of painting circles.

Tai Chi is a circle, no circle is not a fist; The shape is also a circle, but a small circle, is a point, the so-called gun for the fist, to expand the circle with a point; And the gossip is a circle, or an arc, the foot is an arc, the handle is an arc, the shot is also an arc, and the palm and step are all arcs.

Only one hundred and three strokes were written, nine circles were drawn, Chen Chu's back was propped up, his spine seemed to open and close jointly, clicking and trembling, hearing like thunder, and between his chest and abdomen, it seemed that there was a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring, and a warm current was born from the trembling bones, pushing the muscles and flesh to extend to the limbs and hundreds of remains.

For a moment, there seemed to be more fish swimming on his back, scurrying under the tight green shirt.

Half a day.

"Hmm!"

Chen Zhuo's lips and teeth together, a wisp of white gas immediately "swished" out, like a strong arrow, flew out of the window, and collapsed in the rain.

He put down the brush and said lightly: "The sun and the moon are missing, the sky is cloudy and sunny, and life is the same, how can there be a life without regrets, those who say they have no regrets are farting, slap a few mouths to ensure that he regrets it more than anyone else, and will go back." ”

Chen Zhuo looked at Uncle Deng, "Uncle Deng, did you say that Uncle Ren and the old knife got a batch of guns?" ”

Uncle Deng nodded, "That's right, it's either the Thirteen Lines or the British Yankees over there in Xiangjiang, you have to be careful." ”

Chen Zhuo's eyes flashed, he poured a cup of tea, and drank it slowly and methodically, while saying, "I know." In addition, in the future, the affairs of the Golden Building will still be handled by you, and you don't need to inform me of the small things, make your own decisions, and tell me when you really can't make up your mind. I don't like to do bright things, I only like to do dark things, and now I am under the fence, in the final analysis, I am still an outsider, with you outside, it is better than me to do things. ”

Two wisps of smoke overflowed from Uncle Deng's nostrils, and he smiled heartily: "Don't worry, I can still say a few words in Foshan, and I will talk to a few families later, and it will be a meal." ”

After a few pleasantries, it was only after Uncle Deng left that Mr. Rui withdrew his hand from his sleeve.

"The kind of foreign guns and bullets you want are not easy to find, but these days you have money and everything, and there are often thirteen lines of people here in Foshan who steal some strange things on the waterway, and I let people walk around."

Then he turned around and went out of the house, and when he came in again, he was holding a wooden box with foreign characters written on it, and he was holding it with silk cloth, and he was mysterious.

When the box was opened, boxes of yellow bullets immediately jumped into Chen Zhuo's field of vision.

Good fellow, there are no less than twenty boxes.

Even Chen Zhuo was taken aback.

Not to mention guns and bullets in Beijing and Tianjin, there are prisons on the street with a blade, and he also touched the corpse when the foreigner entered Beijing, one is poorer than the other, and it is more than a projectile, not to mention this kind of bullet with a primer.

"The people of the Thirteen Lines are really hand-eyed, they can get this thing, it costs a lot."

Chen Zhuo looked at the rows of bullets, and he had said something in passing, but he didn't think that he really found him.

Mr. Rui didn't understand a little, and frowned, "With your skills, do you still need to borrow the benefits of foreign guns?" ”

People like them, who seek truth with their fists, practice their own hearts, and never pretend to borrow foreign objects.

Originally, seeing Chen Zhuo's fierce knife skills and amazing fist intent, I thought that he must be a person who is dedicated to martial arts, but he would also covet the things of foreigners.

Chen Zhuo didn't think too much about him, but said softly: "If you have fought with that foreigner's gun, you will know how extraordinary these little things are. I'm not relying on them, I'm preparing for something big, something that can only succeed, not fail. ”

While the two were talking, a large teapot downstairs suddenly rushed to the door.

The big teapot knocked on the door, and said in a quick tone: "Mr. Chen, there is an old man downstairs, who said that he wants to see you by name." ”

"Did he say what his name was?"

Chen Zhuo was unmoved, his eyes were still on those bullets, and he seemed to be planning something in his heart, and he was a little uncertain.

The big teapot answered outside the door: "The old man said that his surname is Guo." ”

"Guo?"

Chen Zhuo took a breath, his eyes trembled suddenly, and he turned his head to look out the door.

"Guo what?"

The big teapot replied: "Guo Yunshen! ”

Chen Zhuo's eyes suddenly lit up, "You brought him in...... Forget it, I'll go myself. ”

Really.

In the corner of the hall, an old man with gorgeous hair was sitting quietly, and for a few moments when Chen Zhuo's gaze fell, the old man had already seen as if he had a preconceived sense, it was none other than Guo Yunshen.

I haven't seen him for a year, and the old man is still the same as before, with exactly the same clothes, but a felt hat on his head.

"Why are you here?"

Chen Zhuofei stepped up to meet him and hurriedly took the person to the elegant room.

But as soon as he entered the door, he saw Mr. Rui kneeling "poof", his eyes were full of remorse and pain, and he crawled to the feet of the old man, crying hoarsely.

"Master!"