Chapter 47: Liu Ziming (1)

The sun is rising, and it quietly looks at a continuous low hill in the northwest of Bozhou.

Wolf Mountain is calcareous, although it is late spring, but because it is inaccessible, it is still a ruined scene. A grass house is located in the middle of the mountain, inconspicuous, the wind blows, the grass house swaying, which makes people sigh in their hearts. There is a stone table in front of the house, and four stone benches, all of which are cut with knives and axes, cold, simple, but as if engraved with the moon. An old man with a white beard sat opposite a man in his thirties, as if they were waiting for the word to come out.

A little girl who was twelve or thirteen years old, who was already active, where could she stand such loneliness, pursed her lovely red lips, patted the man's shoulder hard, and shouted angrily: "Uncle Stink, Uncle Death, what kind of ghost is this, we have been here for a few days, but we can't even see a ghost shadow, it's really boring, suffocated! I'm going to the city, never come to this ghost place again, let's go! Let's go!" she kept screaming and patting, but the man was still indifferent, let her call to make trouble. The little girl was finally tired, but to no avail, she angrily kicked the man, and then walked to the distance, sat on a bluestone and boredly counted the few small grass leaves, but still couldn't help but be upset, whispering to them the man's unkindness.

Suddenly, the little girl jumped up excitedly, and shouted happily: "Uncle, someone is coming, someone is coming, there is a bajiu, look, look!"

The old man's eyes flashed, and he said expressionlessly: "It's here." ”

The man stood up, his face engraved with the deep marks of the years showed a trace of excitement, a trace of pain, a little guilt and confusion, and said in a deep voice: "It's coming." ”

The people who came closer and closer were Han Jingshan and his party. The two sides gradually saw clearly, and Temu Dudu suddenly roared angrily: "Liu Ziming!" and jumped forward, he took a few steps to the middle-aged man, punched and hit, and roared in Mongolian language in his mouth, his face was hideous and distorted, as if he had seen an enemy who did not share the sky.

The man also waved his palms without showing weakness, his calm and deep eyes were extremely murderous, and his moves were simple and practical. With his left hand, he threw a punch in the face, and with his right hand, he stepped into the throat and locked his throat with a punch.

Temu leaned over to dodge the man's throat lock, and his left fist hit the man's right ribs. The man's right fist turned into a palm and cut into Temudu's right elbow, and he raised his leg and kicked him in the chest. Temu Dudu smashed down with his left fist, blocked the man's kick, and slammed into the man's shoulder with a roar. The man also twisted his shoulders and struggled to catch up, but he didn't give in.

As soon as "Peng" sounded, both of them took a few steps back, and no one could take advantage of it. Temu steadied himself, suddenly opened his arms and raised his arms to the sky and roared, and pounced on him again like a wolf. Although the man was speechless, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he went straight forward with one fist, like a javelin.

The two collided again, just like a tiger meeting a wolf, the shots were fierce and deadly, and the fists and feet were even more violent and the collision was fierce.

Han Jing'er saw that the two were so fierce and desperate as soon as they met, and even saw that Han Jingshan had no intention of helping either party, so she approached Han Jingshan and asked in a low voice, "Dad, who is that middle-aged man?"

"Liu Ziming. Han Jingshan stared intently at the two of them in the drama fight, and said a name that made Han Jing'er's heart flutter. This name is so distant and intimate, the good times of childhood pass in front of him, a handsome and free young image is standing in front of him, that is Liu Ziyu's brother, but he can't be associated with this man with a face full of scars of time, he can't help but sigh the ruthlessness of the years, the difficulty of the world.

When the old man waited for Han Jingshan to approach, Fang Wei bowed and said, "I've seen the sect leader." ”

Han Jingshan hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Elder Taishang is polite, juniors don't dare." ”

The old man nodded slightly and looked at the two of them who were fighting fiercely, and said: "Although Ziming has no mentor for these years, he has been honed in the army all the year round, and has experienced countless battlefield battles. ”

Han Jingshan looked at the same time, and said with emotion: "We have mistreated this child, I really don't know how many life and death disasters he has encountered over the years, it is just a matter of fighting for life and death with Lan Yu in the Ten Thousand Horse Army, the most difficult thing to imagine is how he survived the Lan Yu injustice case." ”

"Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times. After the old man chanted such a poem, his eyes full of the vicissitudes of time also flashed with a hint of emotion, "It is indeed a bitter child." He sighed lightly, "It's a pity that his heart has changed, and I'm afraid he can't go with us." ”

A wry smile flashed on Han Jingshan's face, "When I asked him to join the army, I originally hoped that he could master a new force for my Mingjiao, who would have thought that Zhu Yuanzhang's dog thief would really be willing to destroy the last Great Wall of the Ming Dynasty, setting off the Lanyu tragedy, and ruining our plans for many years." After a pause, he shook his head slightly and said: "Ziming, this kid is a person surnamed in love, and he has formed a life-and-death friendship with Lan Yu in years of battlefield fighting, it is not surprising that he can survive the great changes, it is not easy, we can't ask him anything anymore." ”

When the old man looked at Han Jingshan again, he changed his face with respect, and said in a rather respectful tone: "The sect leader is broad-minded, and I sincerely thank you on behalf of the Liu family for being so considerate of this son." As he spoke, he bowed and bowed.

Han Jingshan hurriedly held on, and said with a sincere face: "The Liu family and the Han family are one, although this son is the bloodline of the Liu family, he can also be regarded as a descendant of the Han family, why should Elder Taishang be like this; But it turned out that this old man was Liu Futong's nephew, named Liu Zhaode, who had a very high position in the Liu family and played a pivotal role in the teaching; Han and Liu had been friends for several generations and had interconnected marriages, so Han Jingshan had always called himself a junior, and Liu Ziming was regarded as a junior.

The old man was even more moved when he heard this, and praised him again and again, and then glanced at the two who were still violently colliding and said, "Let's separate them, if there are casualties, it will not be good for our major affairs." ”

Han Jingshan also hurriedly packed up his mood and looked into the battlefield, and saw that Temu Dudu was shaking his fists and using his arms like wheels, desperately attacking forward, really fists like a mountain. But Liu Ziming's moves are simple and clear, without fancy, seemingly ordinary, but they are really powerful; every punch, every palm, is not far from the vital point of Temu Dudu's body, and when he appears in the ordinary, he can't get close to Temu Dudu at all. I couldn't help but nod secretly.

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