Horizontal pushing martial arts: starting from the red alchemy bell jar

Chapter 10 Hong Shou's Study Room

After a while, Han Zhong appeared in Li Xiang's courtyard. He bent down and picked up the soil of the Scarlet Land, his eyes slightly startled: "The bell ringing on the third floor of the Red Land? Who in the village broke through to the third floor? Could it be Wu Feng? "

He straightened up, no longer had his usual warm smile, and his face was full of gloomyness: "It seems that the plan is going to change, and letting these little guys jump around, maybe it will really spoil the good things in the future."

"It's just a pity that one chess piece is missing..." Han Zhong groped his chin and thought, "Then which one should we choose as the next chess piece?"

After finishing speaking, he walked slowly to the door and was about to go in to check the situation of Li Xiang's house.

Suddenly, a loud cry came from the house.

The shrill voice was as if the liver and gallbladder were splitting, and the pain pierced the heart.

It turned out that under the influence of the bell, Li Xiang had a headache and woke up early, but when he first saw his wife's tragedy, the grief and pain that was like a huge wave completely overwhelmed Li Xiang's consciousness, his eyes burst into tears, Holding his wife's dead body, weeping in grief.

Hearing the cry, Han Zhong frowned, feeling inexplicably irritable in his heart, raised his palm slightly, and approached slowly, about to send Li Xiang to die to avoid future troubles.

Suddenly, his ears moved slightly, and the irritability and impatience on his face disappeared, and he changed into a look of pity for heaven and man.

Boom!
The gate was kicked open, and a group of martial arts disciples and villagers who lived nearby rushed in. They scanned the courtyard with alert expressions, and they were shocked speechless when they saw the scene of no grass growing here.

Seeing Han Zhong present, Mao Chen and Li ran straight to Han Zhong.

"Eldest brother, this..."

"Shh..."

With a gloomy face, Han Zhong pointed to the room.

The two probed their heads and saw what was going on inside, they were all sighs.

"Is this something weird?"

Li Zhi looked solemnly at Han Zhongdao.

"Oh, I'm late." Han Zhong nodded and sighed, with a face full of self-blame: "Don't disturb him, just let him cry for a while."

Mao Chen nodded empathetically, and comforted him, "Eldest brother, you have done a good job. Didn't the weirdness have been solved by you? In fact, you are also equivalent to saving Uncle Li Xiang, right?"

Han Zhong was taken aback when he heard that, but Li Zhi asked suspiciously, "Brother, have you broken through to the third floor?"

"That's for sure." Without hesitation, Mao Chen admired Han Zhong extremely: "Now that Master is not here, who else in the village can break through the third floor and use the trick of chiming chidi, don't you think about it?"

"So what if we broke through the third floor? It's not that we haven't been able to prevent the tragedy from happening." Han Zhong didn't care about this, and didn't feel complacent at all.

But this sentence is tantamount to telling a few people in disguise that the previous movement was indeed caused by him, and he was also the one who broke through the third floor and killed Weird.

This aroused Mao Chen's admiration even more, while Li Zhi put away his rare lazy demeanor.

Soon, the villagers and martial arts disciples who came over also knew about this matter, and they all praised Han Zhong greatly.

"Green out of blue is better than blue, Master Hong has someone to succeed him."

"Hehe, I already knew that Boy Han was extraordinary. Now that I see that I am right, it is amazing that he can kill Wei Wei."

"Brother Han, the safety of the village depends on you!"

They surrounded Han Zhong and flattered him again and again.

Completely forgot, Li Xiang was in grief in the room.

Han Zhong showed a wry smile to everyone, accepting everyone's compliments with peace of mind.

On the other side, Chu He, who didn't know it, tossed and turned sleeplessly. In order to relieve the boredom in his heart, he practiced boxing all night.

…………

Early morning hours.

Dark clouds overwhelmed the sky, and it rained continuously.

A sudden cloudy rain washed away the smoky sky.

In the village, it was silent and deserted.

Inside the house, the body of the Chu River was like a furnace, with steaming mist all over his body, and his hands were bruised.

"A little bit, a little bit more!"

On the swollen back of the hand, five looming blood lines attached to it like the tendons of a dragon and snake, exuding a fierce aura.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he exhaled heavily.

With a thought, he called out the modifier panel.

【Chu River】

[Martial Arts: Golden Bell Cover (Second Floor)]

【Energy: 8】

I got five points of energy from Liu Ci yesterday, and the remaining three points were provided by Xuying. Unfortunately, I left in a hurry last night and didn't have time to look for the statue of the land god, so I lost two points of energy.

Now, the energy value is a total of eight points. As long as he gets started with the red line fist, he can immediately push to the second level, and his strength will greatly increase.

"I just don't know, what will happen in the next few days?"

Sitting on the bed, Chu He knew that the village chief and Han Zhong might be carrying out some kind of mysterious plan, and that the village was becoming more and more dangerous, so he had the urge to escape from the village for a moment.

With his current strength of Qi and blood, leaving the village is not a problem at all.

But where to go after leaving the village?

"Just in case, I still need to find a map." Chu He pondered for a moment, then made up his mind and said: "Master's room must have a map, and I will look for it when the time comes."

With a plan in mind, he leaned against the head of the bed and took a nap for a while.

Near noon, Chuhe dealt with it casually, and hastily fed his hunger. As his strength increased, his appetite skyrocketed, and now it takes half a pot to eat enough.

It is true that it has become a rice bucket.

The sky was dark and drizzling, and the path outside the courtyard was already muddy.

Fortunately, Hong Shou's home is not far from the Chu River, and there are mostly cobblestone paths. He wears a coir raincoat hanging on the wall, and holds a leather-wrapped iron knife.

He caressed the rough handle of the knife, which is the most valuable thing on his body now. From his memory, he learned that this long knife was left by his father when he was alive. After his death, he kept the iron knife in the under the bed.

I came back in a hurry yesterday just for this long knife.

In the past, the weirdness was invisible, the human heart was not obvious, and this sharp weapon was useless. Now, it is time to sharpen the blade.

Da da da……

Through the dense rain curtain, jumping over puddles of unknown depth, Chu He had just arrived in front of Hong Shou's house, and the next second, he retreated back immediately.

He bowed his waist and hid in a corner, just in time to see Han Zhong coming out of Hong Shou's courtyard gate.

Han Zhong looked left and right, and Chu He snapped his head back.

"Why did Han Zhong come here? What is he looking for?"

Looking back again, there was no one in front of the courtyard.

To be conservative, Chuhe waited for another half a quarter of an hour until the rain became heavier and soaked through the coir raincoat. He walked briskly, tiptoeing the puddle on the cobblestone, and crossed the wall as lightly as a swallow.

In the courtyard, there are bamboo clumps and rockeries, blue stones and flowing water, which are quite elegant and natural.

Chu River crossed the courtyard, entered the corridor, turned a corner looking for memory, and stopped in front of an antique door.

This is his final destination, Hong Shou's study.

He raised his hand and pushed the door, and it opened with a click. Chu He raised his eyebrows slightly, surprised that it wasn't locked?

Chu He stepped lightly, tiptoed into the study, and just took a look, he knew that someone had visited here before him.

The display in the study is simple, with a table and a chair, a few unknown calligraphy and paintings, and two rows of neatly arranged bookcases near the inner wall.

It's too neat, not like Hong Shou's style at all.

However, Chuhe didn't have the heart to think about other things now. He scanned the rows of bookshelves and finally found what he wanted in the corner.

(End of this chapter)