The night is foggy.

After nightfall, Changsha City suddenly faded away from the noise of the day, and there were few people on the streets and alleys.

However, places such as wine shops, tobacco houses, gambling stalls and green houses are still brightly lit.

Running down the long street.

From time to time, you can still hear indulgent laughter coming from inside the building.

But no one cared.

Kunlun, Hua Ma Gui and Zhang Yunqiao rode horses, and Uncle Jiu was riding in a car, he was old, and he drank a few more glasses because of happiness at the reception banquet before, but now he is not strong enough to drink.

Lean against the window.

Holding a jade snuffbox as thin as a cicada's wings.

Looking out the window at the scenery flashing by.

Fingers tapped lightly on the window edge, humming in a low voice to the tune of the flower drum play.

"Chengnan archway ......"

Changsha Mansion City is the most prosperous, it belongs to the east of the city, from the beginning of the previous dynasty, the government is located in that area, plus the businessmen who come and go from the south to the north, the red mansion of the wine shop can be seen everywhere, the west of the city is the second in the north of the city, and the south of the city is the most depressed.

After Thirteen Alleys.

The high-rise buildings disappeared and began to be replaced by low-rise houses.

The originally smooth road surface is now bumping a lot.

The opera that made Uncle Jiu's mouth hum softly had a little more trill.

I don't know how long later.

Hua Ma let out a soft sigh in her corner and looked up ahead.

In the shadows of the trees, a tall torii stands on the street, which looks to be some years old, mottled traces all over, and the pedestal is covered with moss.

Behind the torii, there are alleys.

From time to time in the night, you can still hear the movement of children chasing and playing.

It's a lot of fireworks.

"Old Ninth Uncle, which alley do you see?"

"The third, the last one."

Although Uncle Jiu drank too much, his brain was unusually clear.

I know the old man's residence well.

"Then I'll knock on the door first."

Hua Ma turned around and was about to get off the horse, but was stopped by Uncle Jiu, "Let's go together, that old man has a very strange personality, you are a new face, you may not be able to enter the yard." ”

"Okay, listen to Uncle Nine."

See him say so.

Hua Ma is not easy to say.

Just carefully help people get out of the car.

Kunlun on the other side had already dismounted, and his face was full of anticipation.

Seeing that he was carrying a halberd behind him, Old Uncle Jiu wanted to speak and stopped, but in the end he waved his hand and let him go.

This meeting.

Although amazed at his ability to speak.

But the character is still as stubborn as ever.

At the end of this day, the halberd never leaves his body, even when he eats, he has to keep it by his side, to ensure that he will never leave his sight at any time.

It's just that you're on the go.

Lots of inconveniences.

Such murder weapons are even more inappropriate to show.

So Kunlun specially wrapped it with a black cloth.

"Come with me."

Uncle Jiu waved his sleeves and put away his snuffbox.

Then he walked slowly into the alley.

Kunlun and Hua Magui followed, and Zhang Yunqiao carried a few specially prepared gifts in his hands.

It's not good to visit this door empty-handed.

Leaving the men who drove the car outside, a group of four people walked into the alley, and now the night is getting darker, although there is no curfew, but the poor people are reluctant to light the lamp, and the dim alley seems a little cold.

"Knock on the door."

Walk through the yards of several houses.

Wait until you get to the end of the alley.

Uncle Jiu angrily pouted at a wooden door facing south.

Hua Ma immediately stepped forward, grabbed the copper buckle and patted it lightly.

"Who?"

Soon, an old but cautious voice came from the courtyard.

"Brother Shen, it's me."

Old Uncle Jiu coughed.

Hearing the familiar voice, the people in the courtyard let down their vigilance, as if something was put down, and then there was a sound of footsteps from far and near.

Crunch –

The closed courtyard door slowly opened.

Out of it came an old man who was not very tall, with gray hair, dressed in a gray robe, and looked to be about sixty years old.

Although it has been vulgar for many years.

But he still maintains the image of a Taoist.

The long hair is simply tied with a wooden hairpin, and the gray robe with shampoo and white hair on the body is clearly also in the style of a Taoist robe.

Although he is old, he has a thin and strong temperament.

The moment he opened the door, his eyes swept over the few people outside like a knife.

Kunlun, Zhang Yunqiao and Hua Ma Gui were all people who practiced martial arts.

Kunlun is fine.

But the latter two had a feeling of being targeted by the fierce beasts in the mountains.

Fortunately, the sense of danger came and went faster, but after sweeping around a few people, the old man's eyes fell on the old ninth uncle, and he said in a loud voice.

"Nine shopkeepers, why are you here so late?"

"You old Shentou, you can't come to the door to ask for saliva if you're fine, right?"

Uncle Jiu shook his head and smiled, making a joke that was not light or serious.

However, he immediately looked serious, "Of course, if you have nothing to do, you will go to the Three Treasures Palace, and if you come here today, you will naturally have something important to discuss with Old Man Shen." ”

Keen to capture the word big thing.

Old Shen's eyes couldn't help but dim.

The nine shopkeepers on the opposite side are the big shopkeepers of the Jinlou, with countless net worth, and the friends are either high-ranking officials or nobles, and he has no floating wealth and four walls.

Behind him, the tiles covered the place.

Or an old guy gave it to himself.

can make the nine shopkeepers come to the door several times before and after.

is only the ability to stand on his own.

But this thought flashed through my mind, even if I came to learn it, it was my own willingness.

After all......

If it weren't for the nine shopkeepers in front of him, his grandson would be gone.

His Shen family's lineage has been cut off since then.

"Nine shopkeepers, and all of you, please."

Old man Shen took a few steps back and invited the group into the hospital.

The yard is not big.

But the cleaning was spotless.

A small vegetable field was specially opened up to the east, planted with a few ridges of green vegetables, enough for the grandfather and grandson to eat.

There is a willow tree growing in the middle, and there is an ancient well under the tree, which is simply encircled.

It is bounded by the ancient well.

The ground on the west side was obviously leveled, and there were wooden stakes, stone chairs and stone tables, which were probably used by Old Man Shen to practice martial arts.

led a few people all the way to the hall.

At the door sat a little guy of six or seven years old.

Slightly emaciated, his face was also a little sickly pale.

It doesn't look like he's doing well.

"Huzi, it's time to go to sleep."

When passing by him, Old Man Shen reached out and touched his head, and said with a gentle face.

The little one is a little scared.

Hiding behind him and poking his head out, he looked at the person in surprise, nodded obediently, picked up the small wooden knife on the ground on the side, and walked across the threshold to go inside.

"Looks like he's recovering well."

Old Uncle Jiu looked at his back with a smile and said.

Some time ago, when he first came to the door, the little guy was so sick that he could barely get out of bed, and now this appearance is extremely rare.

"Thanks to the rescue of the nine shopkeepers."

Old man Shen sighed and said with emotion.

In the past few months, he has seen the words "people's hearts" clearly.

Those who seem to be amiable are actually waiting to see jokes behind their backs, but they are businessmen like Nine Shopkeepers, who are quick to talk about profits, and they are kind to do things.

So he figured it out too.

Rather than hiding it, it's better to give it away.

Later, it will be counted in the coffin.

It's not a broken inheritance.

"You're welcome."

Entered the house.

Old Shen Tou lit an old oil lamp.

couldn't wait for the fire of Doumiao to light up, and he wanted to boil water to make tea, but was stopped by Uncle Jiu.

"Alright, don't be busy."

"We won't be able to stay long."

Uncle Jiu waved his hand and motioned for him to sit down and rest, and then went straight to the point.

"Old Shen, you should have guessed the purpose of our visit today."

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Old Shen's figure couldn't help but tremble slightly.

He smacked his lips a few times, and finally nodded silently.

"In this way, today I Yuan Laojiu is in charge, how much silver can I get to exchange it, you just ask."

Before in order to cure the disease.

Old Shen Tou's little savings have been wiped out, and now he is really poor, and he still has grandchildren to support in the future, and he is at another age, so he can't go out to work for people.

It's just that.

Old Shen Tou shook his head and said.

"No, no, no."

"The nine shopkeepers have already paid before, how can they ask for silver again."

"The rules of the rivers and lakes, money and goods, don't fight with me about this matter."

Uncle Jiu is even more resolute than him.

The Chen family has always paid attention to the word honesty in doing business.

It's not enough to bully orphans and widows.

Besides, he can still afford this money.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit deadlocked, Hua Magui immediately smiled and played a round.

In a few words.

It brought the atmosphere back.

At the same time, the conversation changed.

"Senior Shen, I heard that you once became a monk in Qingcheng Mountain...... There is a question below, I don't know whether to ask or not. ”

Old man Shen is just stubborn, not stupid.

Of course, he understands that the ninth shopkeeper is doing this just to give charcoal in the snow, and he doesn't want to see his grandson end up on the streets.

But there have been life-saving graces before.

How can he be insatiable?

Hearing Hua Ma's words, Old Man Shen gathered his mind, "Of course, as long as I know, I must know everything." ”

"It stands to reason that Qingcheng Mountain, shouldn't it be a cultivator, why is Senior Shen better at practicing kung fu instead?"

As soon as he said this, he said.

Kunlun and Zhang Yunqiao on the side both raised their heads, and they were equally curious about this.

Especially after seeing the shopkeeper, they broke through the realm and entered the Tao.

The surprise was undoubtedly heavier.

It is necessary to know that Qingcheng Mountain is the holy land of the Quanzhen Longmen sect, the five immortal mountains of Taoism, and one of the ten major caves.

This kind of place of cultivation ended up walking the rivers and lakes with martial arts.

It's incomprehensible to listen to.

Old man Shen was still listening carefully, but when he heard the word cultivation, he couldn't help but smile helplessly.

"How can it be so simple to practice and enter the Tao, there are indeed real people who can't escape the world in the back mountain, but most of the people who enter the sect are ordinary people like me, and their roots are too poor, so they can only take the road of martial arts."

"And ......"

Old Shen Tou hesitated, but finally said softly.

"I was originally a disciple of Mount Emei, but the mountain gate was down, so I had no choice but to go to Qingcheng Mountain."

"Emei?"

Hear this.

Not only the three of Kunlun, but even the ninth uncle was stunned.

Old man Shen has gradually retired over the years, but more than ten years ago, all the people in Changsha City who practiced martial arts, who didn't know his name.

Practicing kung fu horizontally, dripping without leakage.

It is rumored that he is a Taoist priest on Qingcheng Mountain, and Lao Shen Tou never denies it, so he naturally thinks so.

Unexpectedly.

There is also such a past in it.

"Dare to ask Senior Shen, what you have learned is the Seven Star Horizontal Practice?"

Several people are still amazed.

No one noticed that Zhang Yunqiao, who had been silent, suddenly brightened his eyes and looked full of excitement.

"Ling...... Know? ”

Old Shen raised his eyebrows, and his face showed surprise.

In a line.

Except for Yuan Laojiu, he looked carefully when he opened the door.

However, most of the attention is on Kunlun.

That body bone is definitely an excellent seedling for walking the path of horizontal training.

Unexpectedly, the first to recognize his origin was this inconspicuous young man.

Hear the meaning of his words.

Zhang Yunqiao was even more excited, stood up suddenly, and clenched his fists.

"Don't hide from my predecessors, I studied under Mr. Guo since I was a child, practiced splitting and hanging boxing for many years, and only at the age of thirteen did I worship under the master and practice the Five Tigers Broken Door Gun."

"Mr. Guo? But the one who is called Guo Yanzi by the people of the rivers and lakes? ”

Hear him tell where he came from.

Old man Shen's old eyes also gradually lit up.

"Yes!"

Zhang Yunqiao nodded emphatically.

"It turned out to be an old man in the rivers and lakes, no wonder ......"

Old man Shen finally understood.

In the land of Cangzhou, the wind of martial arts practice has been extremely prosperous since ancient times, there are many sects, martial arts halls are everywhere, and the martial arts masters are like carp crossing the river, countless.

It's just boxing.

There are more than 50 kinds.

Among them, the most famous are Chen's Taiji, Mengcun Baji, Split Hang, and Xingyi Tongji, etc.

And splitting hanging, there are two branches of salt mountain and south skin.

The grandmaster of Nanpi splitting and hanging boxing is Guo Changsheng, who is known as Guo Yanzi in the rivers and lakes.

This person has practiced splitting and hanging boxing to the realm of perfection.

Although he was a monk in Mount Emei at that time, he had also heard of Guo Yanzi's name, but he didn't expect that the one in front of him was actually his disciple.

"Since you are a disciple of Grandmaster Guo, why don't you continue to practice splitting and hanging, but ......?"

Old man Shen was a little puzzled.

Although the words are not finished, the meaning is already self-evident.

Splitting and hanging fists are open and closing, undulating and twisting, known as thousands of racks and thousands of punches, and they can't finish fighting, and they are also domineering and fierce.

Why do you have to go far now?

Running to learn his seven-star horizontal exercises?

Hearing this, Zhang Yunqiao suddenly looked ashamed, he was young and ignorant, and felt that the splitting and hanging fist was nothing more than hanging and blocking a few boxing moves, which was far less domineering and amazing than the Five Tiger Broken Door Gun.

So he resolutely withdrew.

I can't live up to Mr. Guo's cultivation grace.

Now it is even more in Changsheng Mountain.

How dare he mess around?

Seeing that his face was flushed, and he wanted to stop talking, where would the old Shen Tou, who was an old man, not understand, he immediately waved his hand, "I don't know which of you wants to learn my Emeishan Seven Star Horizontal Exercises?" ”

Uncle Yuan Jiu is too old.

Decay of qi and blood.

It's past the time to practice martial arts.

Of the three young people in front of him, Hua Ma has the worst bones, Zhang Yunqiao is the second, and Kunlun is the best.

He had a decision in his heart.

But after all, you can't decide what you do.

"Senior Shen, it's me."

Kunlun stepped out, his five fingers interlaced, and shouted in a deep voice.

Just standing there.

Nearly two meters tall, a majestic body of qi and blood, it condensed into a terrifying oppressive force and rushed to the face.

Rao is old man Shen couldn't help but praise from the bottom of his heart.

"What a golden seedling."

On that day, the mountain gate was defeated, and the brothers and sisters went down the mountain one after another, and after so many years, he never met one again.

Originally, I wanted to pass on the horizontal practice to my grandson.

But he was congenitally deficient.

The body is extremely weak.

If you forcibly urge qi and blood, not only will it not improve qi and strengthen bones, but it will become a life-urging poison.

Therefore, he extinguished this thought early.

Now I see that I am getting older day by day.

He was also anxious.

I'm afraid that one day my foot will kick into the soil, so that the Seven Stars horizontal practice will break the inheritance.

When the time comes, when I go to Jiuquan, I will have no shame to meet the ancestors of the sect and the old man.

There are three people in the group, and the one he likes most is Kunlun.

Now I got what I wanted.

The smile on his face could barely be stopped.

"It seems that old Shen Tou, you are quite satisfied?"

Looked at.

Uncle Jiu stroked his long beard and asked with a smile.

"Satisfied, of course satisfied."

Old man Shen nodded again and again.

Let's be honest.

He is actually quite apprehensive these days.

After all, it is passed down by the teacher.

If you find someone randomly, how can you be worthy of the master.

But if Kunlun can cultivate the Seven Stars Horizontal Exercises, it is simply unwanted.

"In that case."

"Let Kunlun stay in the next few days, how to teach and how to practice, you can discuss it yourself."

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