Granny Naping was discarded in a utility room in the bilge, the room was filled with a stale smell of moisture, and the light was not good, although there was a candlestick nailed to the bulkhead, but the light was as bright as a bean, and it was very dim.

This old woman's skills are not very clever, but her life is very hard, she was cut off an arm, plus a knife wound on her leg, she bled a lot, and was thrown aside after only a simple bandage.

Zhao Ji entered the cabin, two guards followed, one of them carried a lantern and hung it on the wall, and then set up the mother-in-law Ping. After seeing the face of the visitor clearly, Granny Ping's old cheeks suddenly swelled with excitement, regardless of whether she knelt on the ground now, hung her head like pounding garlic, and roared and wailed indistinctly: "The old woman is blind, the lard is blind, and she crashes into the adult...... I beg the lord to raise his noble hand and spare the life of the old woman......"

The breath in the bilge was turbid, and there was a strong smell of blood, Zhao Ji raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, stood outside the cabin, and looked at Granny Ping, who was constantly begging for mercy. Previously, he saw this old woman on the lake in a flamboyant and presumptuous tone, and it turned out that she was also a fierce and inward-looking person. After pondering for a while, Zhao Ji said in a deep voice: "Granny Ping, don't shout, you keep this old life for yourself first, I have something to do for you." Your companions were quick to see the opportunity and slipped away, but this thing won't stop there. Give me the names of those people, where they come from, and where they live. and the exact address of your Wangjiazhuang in this Taihu Lake, all of which have been explained clearly, and I will let you have a way out. ”

When Granny Ping heard this, her heart became more and more awe-inspiring, this is clearly to be investigated to the end! Although she is only a woman of the people, she also understands that the people do not fight with the officials, and can command the soldiers and horses to patrol the city at will, this young man must have a great official face, if she quickly confesses it for a while, she is afraid that the entire Zhuangzi will suffer a catastrophe! She suddenly remembered the words that the old man shouted loudly when he was leaving, and she only felt a coldness from the bottom of her heart, did she really want to end a life to save the Wang family?

Zhao Ji saw that the old woman was silent, and with a raised chin, he motioned to the guards to hand the steel knife to Granny Naping, and sneered: "Wangjiazhuang? Mantuo Villa, I might as well tell you clearly, the person you are looking for is on my boat, and I ask you what is to give you a chance to live." If you don't want to live, you hit this blade. If you want to live, listen carefully to my commands. ”

When Granny Naping saw the blade close at hand, goosebumps had already bloomed all over her body, and she lost the courage to take a step forward to commit suicide, her knees trembled and fell to the ground, and she whimpered: "My lord, I commanded, and the old woman obeyed." It's just that my wife treats my wife and son like a mountain, and this offense is all because the old woman herself is old and confused, and it has nothing to do with my master...... Since that girl is an adult, you want to save it, we naturally don't dare to pursue it anymore......"

"If you don't pursue it, I will. ”

Zhao Ji said: "Tomorrow morning, I will send you back, and when I saw your master, I told her that you gathered a crowd to commit murder on Taihu Lake with weapons, and at least it was said that it was a violation of the ban by force, and at a large level, it was said that it was a gathering of people to rebel." I don't care what grievances and entanglements you Jianghu people have, the Great Song Dynasty is a place with laws. If you have made up your mind to flee for your life, pack up your gold and silver and flee immediately, I will see how many lives you have to escape from the Great Song Dynasty. If you want to settle things, send someone who can be the master to talk to me before sunset tomorrow. I won't see anyone tomorrow night, so I'm going to burn Zhuangzi myself. ”

"My lord, what do you want to talk about?" asked Granny Naping, who had plucked up her courage and asked in a trembling voice.

Zhao Ji didn't answer her, turned around and left the bilge. That Madame Wang was a brain-wrenching person, and he didn't know if his impromptu threat would work. Even if it doesn't work, Yu won't lose much, but wait a day or two more until the mission team arrives in Suzhou, and take advantage of this matter to make a fuss, and even the Murong family will be pulled out and killed together.

The reason why he didn't make this the first choice was that Zhao Ji didn't want to make a fuss about it, and secondly, there were many martial arts masters in the Murong family, and he might not be able to kill them in a chaotic battle, and it was not worth working so hard. But if Mrs. Wang deliberately toasts and does not eat and drink, then it is another matter. As the prince of the Great Song Dynasty, he was chased by people all over the territory of the Great Song Dynasty, and he didn't have the self-cultivation to spit on his face, how could he just expose it so lightly! Willing to give Mrs. Wang a chance to calm things down, or Zhao Ji to give Duan Zhengchun and her father and mother a face, after all, the martial arts he learned have a lot to do with these people.

Back on the deck again, Zhao Ji took a few breaths of cool night breeze, threw away some distracting thoughts in his heart, and then recalled Mu Wanqing's experience of practicing Ling Bo Weibu before he got on the boat. During that time, although his footwork was very slow, his internal breath flow was extremely fast, and although it was not synchronized, it was very harmonious, completely different from his earlier experience of practicing Ling Bo Weibu.

At this time, he performed Ling Bo Weibu again, and he still walked slowly as he did not so long ago, but this time it was not smooth, and he only took more than ten steps, and his internal breath became disordered. He didn't dare to go on like this anymore, he returned to his usual speed, and after practicing again, his internal breath gradually returned to smoothness.

Unable to experience that subtle artistic conception again, Zhao Ji felt a little discouraged, and recalled all the details before and after when he practiced not long ago. At that time, after the singing, dancing, feasting, and drinking, he walked on the deck, and his heart was quite excited, and when he walked on the deck, his mind was clear, and he could see the stars and moons in the sky, the sparkling of the great lake, and the lanterns of the parade boat in the distance. But just by seeing, it is like a mirror reflecting all things in this world, without adding or subtracting, without making waves, as if stepping out of the red world, transcending things, standing quietly and watching.

He tried hard to recall this artistic conception, and his footwork moved again, and when he took the first step, the breath and internal force in his body jumped suddenly, and it turned rapidly with the footwork. At the same time, Zhao Ji only felt that his mood was gradually calming down, and the spiritual platform was clear, as if he was gradually about to blend into this cold night. He didn't deliberately listen, the sound of water, the wind, the sound of human voice, and even the sound of the wedge rubbing against the wooden planks of the painting boat. He didn't deliberately look at it, the starlight, the moonlight, the lamps and candles, and even the eyes of the guards a few feet behind him, all of them were vivid.

At the same time, there seemed to be countless threads connecting him with his surroundings, and any slightest wind and grass was thrown into the calm lake into the stone, causing ripples in his clear spiritual platform.

At this time, Zhao Ji gradually understood that his Ling Bo microstep was finally getting started. Although the footwork changes in the past are very familiar, it is inevitable that there will be the suspicion of swallowing dates and rote memorization, let alone integrating them. It is precisely because of this that the Ling Bo micro-step he performed can be regarded as a tossing and turning movement at best, and it can hardly be called a superior body method. In the face of ordinary people, he can advance and retreat freely, and turn around as much as possible, but if he faces a master like Qiao Feng, who is far stronger than him, he will be stumbling left and right, and it is rare to be calm.

Now after really getting started, Zhao Ji has finally reached the realm of anticipating the enemy's opportunities, knows everything around him well, and can detect it when the opponent's intention is turned pneumatic, and react first, or advance or retreat. Instead of waiting until the opponent's offensive has been sent out as before, then passively make a response to the evasive action. Although this difference is only a thin line, it is a qualitative improvement for Zhao Ji, which is the difference between inside and outside the door. If he can't step in, no matter how many mysterious changes Ling Bo has in Weibu, he can only guess outside the door. One step in, he can be regarded as entering the room, and the many mysteries of footwork can be seen at a glance.

Ling Bo's breakthrough in micro-steps also made Zhao Ji understand that even if the martial arts of the Xiaoyao School are ever-changing, they will not depart from the fundamental essence of Taoism after all. The essence of martial arts lies in the fact that the cultivation of martial arts is not just the tempering of the body, but the complete improvement of the inner and outer spirits. Just like Ling Bo Weibu, the initial cultivation is to mobilize the flow of true qi and internal force in the body through the change of footwork, but if it stops there, it is just a more clever maneuvering kung fu. Furthermore, from the inside and outside, through the flow of internal breath, all the changes in the qi around are induced, which can be regarded as the real Ling Bo microstep, seeking good fortune and avoiding evil.

Lingbo micro-step is not only a simple footwork, but also a clever internal strength method, but also a method of cultivating the mind, which has been separated from the category of pure martial arts. Practicing Lingbo micro-step is not only the practice of martial arts, but also the practice of life. Just like calligraphy, ordinary people just use it to write notes, but readers can use it to seek fame, only calligraphy who is really keen on this way can put pen to paper into a real art, which is a tireless, excellence spirit, but also a process of cultivating the mind.

Halfway through the footwork, Zhao Ji stopped his steps, stood on the deck and muttered for a moment before walking into the cabin.

At this time, Mu Wanqing had already woken up, she sat up and turned her eyes to see the unfamiliar environment she was in, and her eyes suddenly swelled with a strong look of vigilance.

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