Pushing martial arts horizontally: starting from depriving the mantis shrimp of its talent

Chapter 50 A real man lives between heaven and earth

"Master, are you okay?"

Outside the city, there is a ruined temple in the mountains.

Wu Bolong carried Ding Zhuo, who had lost both arms, and ran here in one breath, then found some firewood and started a fire.

Wu Bolong's face was pale, and the skin on his lips was swollen, and he looked very miserable.

Even so, he still endured the pain to circulate his energy and blood, smashed a stone bowl with his fist, filled it with mountain spring in the nearby mountain stream, and carefully handed it to Ding Zhuo, who was leaning on the table with dull eyes.

With water pouring into his mouth, Ding Zhuo's dull eyes gradually regained focus. He turned to look at Wu Bolong, who was kneeling next to him with a pale face and holding a stone bowl in his hand to feed him water. Tears suddenly fell from the copper bell. There was flow from the big and small eye sockets.

"Good good, good boy."

"Master, drink some water."

With tears in Wu Bolong's eyes, he looked like a [-]-pound child who felt sorry for his parents.

Under Wu Bolong's service, Ding Zhuo drank up a bowl of water and finally felt better.

Looking at this great disciple who was desperately trying to save him, his eyes were full of gentleness.

"Ugh!"

"What's the matter, Master?"

Wu Bolong asked after hearing the sigh.

Ding Zhuo sighed and said

"When I fought with that person, I clearly felt the opportunity for a breakthrough, but the strength of that person's punch was really weird."

"At this moment, my arms are broken, and my path to martial arts is cut off. If I stay any longer, I'm afraid that person will come looking for me."

Ding Zhuo looked at his eldest disciple and saw that his face was pale and his lips were chapped because he took the slap for him. He drank all the spring water he finally found for himself.

At this time Ding Zhuo was very satisfied and moved by Wu Bolong.

"Fortunately, in addition to the silver notes hidden under the bed, I also hid a lot of gold beans and silver notes in a cave in Xiaoqinglong Mountain outside the city. This money will be enough for us to eat and drink for the rest of our lives, and it can even provide for you to continue practicing martial arts. .”

"Moreover, the cave also contains the meat field of my Feilong Fist."

"Although I have lost my martial arts skills, I still have 30 years of experience in boxing. With the experience of Meitu and me, it will be just around the corner to train you to become a fourth-blooded person, and even a fifth-blooded person is not out of the question!"

"The cave is on the back of Xiao Qinglong Mountain, on the mountain wall between twin pine trees. You can see it when you push aside the vines growing on the mountain wall."

Wu Bolong held the stone bowl in his hand and looked up at Ding Zhuo after he finished speaking.

"Master really has a wonderful plan. Is there anything else you haven't said?"

Ding Zhuo twitched the corner of his mouth. Everyone in the world thought that I, Ding Zhuo, was just a reckless man, but they didn't know that I could also be witty sometimes.

Ding Zhuo shook his head, and the next second, he was kneeling next to the fire. Wu Bolong's face, full of respect, suddenly darkened. The firelight cast a shadow on his face, looking extremely sinister.

Bang!
The next second, Ding Zhuo's vision went dark and his forehead hurt. Wu Bolong, who was kneeling by the fire, suddenly hit his head with the stone bowl in his hand.

The stone bowl exploded, Ding Zhuo screamed in pain, his head tilted, and streaks of blood flowed from his forehead down his cheeks.

Looking at Wu Bolong who stood up and looked down, as if he had changed into a different person, Ding Zhuo's face changed and he said in panic

"Bo Long, why is this?"

"Humph!"

Wu Bolong stood up and threw aside the broken stone bowl in his hand.

Looking at the frightened Ding Zhuo, he felt a surge of joy in his chest.

"Old man!"

"You are an old thief who is over 50 years old, yet you still refuse to give me the true inheritance of Feilong Fist. You only give me 300 taels per month, and you make me do this and that. You are driving me like a dog."

"Now that you are a useless person, you are a castrate with no descendants and you still want me to serve you for the rest of your life! Damn you! This is too much!"

When Wu Bolong talked about the anger he had received from Ding Zhuo over the years, he felt a murderous intention gradually coming into his heart.

"A man lives between the heaven and the earth, how can he be depressed for a long time!"

Ding Zhuo was very anxious and shouted quickly
"If you kill me, you won't be able to get the secret book and Ningjin recipe after Feilong Fist!" "Ha!"

Unexpectedly, Wu Bolong showed a hint of sarcasm on his face.

"Are you talking about this?"

Wu Bolong reached out and took out a book from his arms, looking at Ding Zhuo's narrowed pupils, his face was full of pride.

"I know you don't trust me, so all the preparation of Ningjin Fang has been handed over to your concubine Yunu."

"But what you don't know is that Yu Nu has been connected with me for a long time. He wishes you would die suddenly so that we can live a life of gods."

"As for the boxing manual behind Feilong Fist and Ningjin Fang, Yu Nu has already copied a copy and given it to me."

"Impossible! It's impossible for Yu slave to do this to me!"

Hearing that his favorite concubine had been hooking up with his eldest apprentice for a long time, Ding Zhuo, who was already seriously injured, could no longer hold back and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing Ding Zhuo's appearance, Wu Bolong looked up to the sky and laughed.

The next second, his laughter subsided and he looked at Ding Zhuo with a sinister look on his face.

"Do you think I went out to find water for you? I went out to ask the Jade Slave to wait for me so that I could deceive you into finding out where the rest of your money was hidden. Once I got it, we would stay together and fly together!"

"You two adulterers and adulterers! I will never let you go even if I die!"

Ding Zhuo gritted his teeth and looked at the proud Wu Bolong.

Wu Bolong smiled disdainfully and struck out suddenly, hitting Ding Zhuo on the forehead. With the full force of the third-blood warrior, his head was directly driven into the chest cavity.

Ding Zhuo's legs twitched and there was no movement.

With such an injury, it was impossible for Ding Zhuo, who had three limbs blown off, to survive. Wu Bolong snorted coldly, turned around and left the ruined temple. Not long after, he met a beautiful woman wearing a skirt on the mountain road outside. People hugged each other.

After letting the beautiful woman moisturize his dry and flaky lips, Wu Bolong held the beautiful woman in his arms, showing a rare tenderness on his face.

"Bo Long, did that damn ghost tell you where he hid the remaining money?"

With the beauty in his arms, Wu Bolong smelled the fragrance of Yu Nu's hair and said with a smile.
"The old guy put all the remaining money in the meat field. I will get the money and the meat field later. Let's go to Fucheng Wenting and start over!"

"Ok!"

Yunu nodded weakly and lay in Wu Bolong's arms. Thinking of the new life he was about to lead, his eyes couldn't help but reveal expectations.

The next day, Chen Cheng came to the west gate wearing tight clothes and the boxer armor given by his senior brother.

"Brother Chen is here. This is Huang Ji, the captain of this escort team, a third-blood warrior."

Just after leaving the west city gate, Chen Chengcheng saw a caravan carrying the Huang family's flag parked on the roadside outside the city.

Chen Cheng saw the second housekeeper Huang Gui at a glance, so he walked up.

Huang Gui led Chen Cheng to the front of the team, and introduced him to a middle-aged man with rough skin, slightly dark complexion and a somewhat serious look.

Captain Huang Ji saw Chen Cheng and knew that this was a warrior signed by the second steward himself at a large price. Moreover, he had also obtained the list of warriors before and knew something about Chen Cheng.

Knowing that this person had already mastered the Thunder-breaking Stone Fist's killing move, and that his strength at critical moments was no less than that of the third-blooded person, his serious face twitched slightly, revealing a somewhat unfamiliar smile.

Chen Cheng could tell that Captain Huang Ji was not good at words.

After a few warm conversations, Huang Gui went to guide the next warrior who arrived.

"Mr. Chen, you can go to the carriage and rest for a while. It is estimated that we will be able to set off in a little while."

Huang Ji saw that Chen Cheng's face seemed tired, so he suggested.

"Thank you very much then."

Chen Cheng didn't refuse, turned around and climbed onto the carriage nearby, leaning on a pile of goods with his eyes closed to relax.

In the fist armor, there was intense itching at the broken finger, and the broken finger was regenerating rapidly.

"At this rate, regeneration should be completed early tomorrow morning, a little faster than I thought."

This kind of regeneration speed is not as fast as the demon ghost that can regenerate most of its body in one breath, but it is completely beyond the ordinary people.

(End of this chapter)