After the song ended, Mrs. Ruolan was exhausted, so she lay down on the bamboo couch and fell asleep peacefully, still holding the doll tightly in her arms, as if she was afraid that others would take it away. (To avoid being cheated,

Regarding the performance section, a whole chapter has been deleted, so those who are interested can make up their own minds. I am also very helpless...)

Chang Jiu sat by the bed, patted her shoulder gently, her eyes full of affection, and murmured to herself: "Ruolan, we are finally back. Thirteen years ago, you were raped here.

He went crazy, and our son was also killed by them. This revenge must be avenged! If you have to endure it for a few more days, when I kill the enemy, we will go to Jiuquan together to find our son Chang Sheng. Our family will never die.

We will never be separated again!"

After waking up, Guo Bin hugged the sleeping Guo Xuanwu and sat quietly aside. He felt the same in his heart, with sympathy and helplessness on his face. Although his mind was blank at the moment, he was glad to be with his beloved. Compared with Chang Jiu,

The couple came, but I don’t know how strong they were.

Suddenly, Chang Jiu suddenly stood up and walked quickly in front of Guo Bin, "Plop!" He knelt down on the ground and said with sincerity: "Master Guo! I, Chang Jiu, implore you to help me, so that I can kill my enemies with my own hands.

I have been frugal and saved a lot over the years, and I have a total of five hundred taels of gold, all of which I will give to you as a reward!"

Although Guo Bin was very unfamiliar with the word "hero", he instinctively felt an inexplicable disgust. He always felt that he was incompatible with the word "hero".

Guo Bin's ugly and ferocious cheek twitched, making Chang Jiu shudder. He shouted coldly: "I'm not a hero! I'm just a 'bounty hunter' wandering around the world, a supporter."

An assassin who lives by headhunting and collecting bounties is nicknamed 'Shura Ghost Demon'! You are mistaken!"

After saying that, he stood up and walked out of the tent with the sleeping Guo Xuanwu in his arms. Chang Jiu looked at his back in astonishment, thinking that he had said something wrong, and soon his eyes showed a hint of joy of hope.

Snowflakes were floating in the sky, and they were crystal clear. They fell on Guo Bin's head and face. He suddenly felt very comfortable. He didn't know why. The colder the place, the more he felt a sense of discomfort.

Out of comfort.

Looking down at Guo Xuanwu in his arms, he recalled that Guo Xuanwu had taken great pains to take care of himself during these days. Every time he was awake, he would take the trouble to tell what happened over and over again. There was an inexplicable cramp in his heart.

!

Guo Bin looked up to the sky and sighed, thinking to himself: "Guo Bin, I was once the all-powerful and powerful master of the imperial family, but now I am living on the streets, and I can't even guarantee three meals a day, so that's it.

, I want Xiao Wu to suffer with me, and even want him to take care of me! Why? Why!"

Another clear face appeared in his mind, a peerless face that he would never forget. Whenever this mysterious woman appeared in his mind, he couldn't help but shiver all over, and a chill rose in his heart. This was again

What is it for?

All the memories in Guo Bin's mind are like a dirty snow-white silk handkerchief, washed spotlessly by the mysterious woman. Nothing is left, no past, only the present. Some of the fragments he knows are still Guo Bin's.

Xuanwu told him repeatedly.

While his thoughts were ups and downs, Guo Xuanwu in his arms suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Dad, are you thinking about the past again?"

"Alas! Xiaowu, has the Zajia been demented for that long?"

"That's not true, and it's getting shorter and shorter! Since you started practicing 'Mixuan Zhenqi', you've been able to stay awake for a longer time. It seems to be very effective, so you should keep practicing!"

Of course, the two of them don't know that "Mi Xuan Dafa" is the most proud healing method of the "Flying Immortal from Heaven" more than a hundred years ago. If you can practice it to the extreme, even the tissue cells of the body can be changed!

"That's right! How are you practicing the Moon-Breaking Sword move I taught you? And how far have you practiced the Piao Ling footwork? And the Huilong Yidao move my godfather taught Duan Hong. I learned it.

without?"

Guo Xuanwu was also not stingy. In order to cure Guo Bin's illness, he used all methods and taught him all the martial arts he knew, hoping that his condition would improve.

Guo Bin smiled knowingly and said: "Xiao Wu, the Za family has lost all its martial arts skills. If you start practicing from scratch with this old bone, the progress will naturally be very slow."

"It doesn't matter! Dad is very strong. If he lives another hundred, fifty or sixty years, Xiao Wu will be satisfied. We have plenty of time. Don't rush for revenge, just take your time!"

A hint of sadness passed through Guo Bin's eyes, and he smiled bitterly: "Do you blame the Zajia family?"

"Are you bothered? I've asked this question a thousand times, and my ears are getting calloused! Our father and son are connected, and we are as strong as gold, so we are invincible in the world, right?"

Guo Xuanwu's casual remarks aroused Guo Bin's ambition. He laughed and said: "What a father and son who are connected, they are invincible in the world! Let me practice a few tricks and let you see if you have made any progress!"

Guo Bin put him down and picked up the bamboo sword he usually used for practice outside the tent. With a serious look on his face, he closed his eyes slightly, held the sword in his right hand and drew a semicircle, then lowered it naturally, with the tip of the sword pointing diagonally at the ground.

Guo Xuanwu clapped his hands and shouted: "What a beautiful starting move of 'Feng Qi'!"

Guo Bin was so angry that he stared ahead, imagining that there was an enemy on the opposite side. He poured "Mixuan Qi" into the bamboo sword, drawing a clockwise arc, slowly rising inch by inch.

Guo Xuanwu was very surprised and thought to himself: "Huh? Why is there no buzzing sound? Why is it called 'Fengming' if there is no sound? Since it is not called Fengming, then the following moves have no power?"

Guo Bin's forehead was already sweating. He changed his sword style and chased the snowflakes in the sky. He performed ethereal footwork under his feet and the bamboo sword in his hand danced like a wind. However, it lacked stamina.

After a cup of tea, I was so exhausted that I had to stop.

Even so, Guo Xuanwu still kept applauding and cheering for him.

It was Guo Xuanwu's encouragement that supported Guo Bin to practice repeatedly and relentlessly. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect, and he gradually gained some experience.

Martial arts moves are of course very important, but internal strength is also indispensable. Both are indispensable.

If there is style but no strength, no matter how powerful the move is, it is just a trick; if there is strength but no style, it is as useless as a bull.

After all, Guo Xuanwu was still a child and he was too playful. In addition, he had no interest in practicing martial arts before. Therefore, except for the Piao Ling footwork, which was extremely proficient and flawless, the rest of the martial arts mentality was more or less a bit off.

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Therefore, relying solely on Guo Xuanwu's memory and dictation, the two unique techniques of Moon-breaking Sword Style and Huilong Slash are somewhat distorted.

Guo Bin practices all these martial arts several times every day, in no particular order, and his brain is a little hard to use. Sometimes he practices the Moon-Breaking Sword style, while silently reciting the "Huilong slash" in his mind.

Formula: When practicing the Huilong Slash, the true energy in the body moves according to the fate of Mi Xuan Dafa. Although each martial arts practice is nondescript, over time, he has unintentionally mixed these peerless martial arts.

Putting them together, they created a set of extremely weird and extremely evil swordsmanship!

Although Guo Xuanwu was always depressed every time he watched him practice swordsmanship, feeling that he was doing something different, but Guo Bin became more and more proficient with it as he practiced, and gave this swordsmanship a domineering name - "Shura Evil"

sword"!

Late that night, the wind was blowing coldly, the sky was densely covered with snowflakes, and there was already a foot of snow on the ground.

The tent was as full as ever, with obscene laughter, curses and exclamations coming from time to time. They could be heard from a long distance in the silent night, as if a group of reincarnated perverts were gathering together to celebrate.

Five gangsters walked in the night, all with steel knives on their waists. They walked to the tent door with a step that they would not recognize. They raised their hands to lift the door curtain and planned to break in. However, Guo Bin, who was guarding the door to collect money, came to the tent door.

It was stopped.

"Masters! One tael of silver per person, please put it in the wooden box."

"Snapped!"
Chapter completed!