Legend of Fei

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Zhou Fei said in amazement: "Senior, what are you doing?"

Duan Jiuniang blinked innocently: "I teach you!"

I didn’t hear that Kung Fu had to be made into a wooden man. Zhou Fei had an ominous premonition. Rao was too lazy to care about the madman. She didn’t want to watch the madman kill her. Do you have the ability to specifically break the snow-knife? Can you tell me more about it?"

Duan Jiuniang said with care: "That's all moves, I use Rong Rong's internal skill as the base, forged body as the secondary, and the move is the second. When I first started, I had to start from the basics."

Zhou Fei's scalp was really blown up when he heard it. It's not easy to spit out food, and it's not easy to get rid of meridians. If you let this madman mess around with her, it will not be good in the future. There must be one more person playing tricks in the courtyard.

She really would rather be a mad woman to continue her demolition work, and she doesn't want to teach her a serious story.

In an anxious manner, Zhou Fei had a little more nonsense, and quickly patted a horse fart: "That's not anxious, I used to think that my snow-breaker was the most powerful knife in the world, and I never heard it. Having said that there is nothing to be compared with it, I almost sat down and watched the sky... erm... Senior, let me know."

Duan Jiuniang's mind grew up when she was young and when she was young and old. This would make her a bit like a child. When she heard that Zhou Fei wanted to see her proud work, she was coaxed and laughed in a few words. She flicked her sleeves to unlock Zhou Fei's acupuncture points: "Then come with me."

Duan Jiuniang was very light and heavy, and Zhou Fei finally put back a choking cough, and he didn't have time to get over it. The Duan Jiuniang thought she was rubbing her, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her to the ground. Go out, and then put the long knife into her hand, and I don't know where to pick up a branch. He smiled and said to Zhou Fei: "Come, come."

Zhou Fei beat the long sword twice in his own hands. Although he hated Duan Jiu Niang very much, he was now under the control of her hand. In the end, he was still not reconciled. He said: "Senior, nine-type snow-breaker, I have more than half of them. It makes the painting of tiger dogs shameful because I am not good at learning, but it is not because of a bad knife."

Duan Jiuniang said impatiently: "Your little girl, at a young age, is as verbose as Li Zheng!"

Zhou Fei has grown to such a large size that she was suspected of having a bad temper and a black mouth, and no one has ever said that she is "long-winded", which is really ridiculous. Unexpectedly, the rotten peach flower that her grandfather had caused when she was alive. After so many years of decay, she was in peace with the world, but she had a chance of her own, and she had to come to the door to make a face.

Hey, it's fate.

"Senior invites." Zhou Fei shook the long knife in his hand, dispelling the confusion in his heart, and the long knife rolled up a whirlwind in her hand.

The three types of opening and closing of the snow-breaker are "splitting the mountain", "dividing the sea" and "severing".

Zhou Fei directly skipped the two parts of "mountain and sea", which led to the "unconventional style" that she only realized in the Mu Xiaoqiao Valley. This is the fastest and most inconsistent style in the nine-style snow-breaker. Wherever the knife light goes, it can cut off the sound of sound and split the flying shadow.

At the same time, she couldn't help recalling that during the Battle of the Valley, Chong Xiaozi mentioned her "Mayfly Formation", and as soon as she moved, she brought it out.

Zhou Fei's talent seems to be innate. He does not pay attention to the number of things in all things, especially he will grasp the big and the small, seeing what is bright in other people's kung fu, and sometimes wondering what weird inspiration, Then it can be used by Zhang Guanli and Dai Dai.

According to legend, the "Mayfly Array" can be sold for 10,000 yuan, and "Unsounding Wind" is best suited to fight against group fights. The combination of hatchbacks is like a tiger's wings. Zhou Fei has changed "Unsounding Wind" into "Southeast and Northwest Wind".

For a time, Duan Jiuniang felt that she seemed to be surrounded by seven or eight people. She couldn't help but be surprised. She whispered a little, but she didn't expect Zhou Fei, a person who seemed quite satisfactory, to have a very irregular side.

Nei Kung Fu, like Ku Rongshou, didn't have to take a real sword and a real gun for the elder juniors. A broken branch reached her hand, and she could also be a magic weapon. The two of them walked between the light and stone fires, and Duan Jiuniang basically Did not fight back.

Until she understood Zhou Fei's ingenious way, she only chuckled and said: "Look at me."

Before her words fell, Zhou Fei felt that the knife in her palm seemed to stick to something. The other party seemed to just hold the small tree branch on the long knife and randomly click a few times. Zhou Fei's originally fierce knife wind was suddenly interrupted. I can't find the happy feeling just like the clouds.

Zhou Fei hurriedly withdrew her hand, but as soon as her blade was forced to slow down, she was suddenly caught by Duan Jiuniang and caught in her hand. She only stretched out three fingers, and firmly clamped Zhou Fei's knife face. The tiger's mouth was suspended. It was about a finger wide from the iron blade of Sen Leng, but it was more than a blade, and even the oil skin did not break.

Zhou Fei was shocked and met Duan Jiuniang's gaze.

Duan Jiuniang looked at her, laughing quietly like a mischief, and whispered: "This, it's called ‘catching wind’.”

Zhou Fei doesn't know what's wrong with her. She may be a bit slower than others. By comparison, the words of grasping the sword are more clear and straightforward than those of others. Love, Zhou Fei basically did not touch, she stood and listened to the people in the story back and forth as a demon, no backache at all.

Until she saw this trick with her own eyes, she heard the word "catching wind".

Suddenly, Zhou Fei felt uncomfortable for a moment, and immediately understood what he meant by "who can't stay, but the past can't be followed".

She froze for a moment, her eyes turned red without warning.

Duan Jiuniang was taken aback, confused with a smug smile, thought for a while, and wanted to carry the small wooden strip behind his back, saying, "Ah... why are you so crying when you lose?"

Zhou Fei took a deep breath and held back her tears hard, frowning and bowing her head, "Who is crying?"

Duan Jiuniang bent over quite childishly, staring at her from bottom to top, and said carefully: "I was chased by dozens of evil dogs for dozens of miles once, and they beat them up and down without even crying. ."

Zhou Fei couldn't help crying, rubbing his eyes, hung his long knife back into the scabbard, and walked back to the house, glanced at Wu Chuchu across the window, and saw that she was swollen day by day, sleeping on the pillow for the first time. Without being disturbed at all, she brought her to the door and sat at the door. Duan Jiuniang also leaned over and sat next to her.

Duan Jiuniang said: "I think you are so basic, it's too hard to practice a snowbreaker."

Zhou Feixin said that it was also better than Li Sheng, who didn't even catch the big master's sword.

She said nothing at all: "Slowly practice slowly."

Duan Jiuniang nodded seriously, and said seriously, "This is the reason, and you have to work hard in the future."

Zhou Fei consciously worked very hard, so she told her about the sword practice in the forty-eight villages washing the Mojiang River. When Duan Jiuniang heard the words "Forty-eight Villages", she was very attentive. She wished to print every spit star in Zhou Fei and secretly cherish it.

However, after listening to this passage, she laughed again: "What is your name for diligent work? Your mother-in-law, your father and mother, will surely be the one who will indulge you most."

Her memory is upside down, it seems that she remembered her life again, and took Zhou Fei as Li Zheng's daughter. Zhou Fei had to correct her back.

Duan Jiuniang said, "Oh," I didn't know if I didn't listen to it, and said, "When I was a child, I started to practice internal skills. When I had dozens of teachers and brothers, I died half the first year, and I died the next year. More than half of the next, and three years after getting started, there are five people left, including me. Do you know why?"

Zhou Fei had never heard of such a deadly school, and shook his head in shock.

Duan Jiuniang said blandly: "Because my master comes here every month to pass on a kung fu and slams a true energy into our bodies, you certainly don't know the taste, the whole flesh is like the bones exploding. At this time, you can If you can’t faint, you will end up dying, and you have to endure the pain of scraping your bones. You will forcefully conquer that chaotic qi one by one. If you can’t conquer it, you will have to get rid of it. Death. After three years of foundation, the forging body is behind, and the forging body is more likely to die. My master often said that the bones that have not been broken are not strong. After two years, only my brother and I are left. People!"

Zhou Fei was horrified, and felt that this school was not like a disciple, like raising a Gu.

Duan Jiuniang looked at her indignantly and sighed, "Your father..."

"Grandpa." Zhou Fei corrected it again.

Duan Jiuniang struggled for a long time and couldn't figure out where he was, and he said in amazement: "What? When did Li Jinrong's little girl have your big girl like you?"

Zhou Fei listened to her so confused, so she didn't believe her just a bunch of gossip, and she patiently re-told her family tree to her... but it was useless, and after a while, she became "Great granddaughter".

What the two said is sometimes right, sometimes it’s just a chicken and a duck, but it’s weird to say that in the daytime, Zhou Fei still hates to slap this crazy woman, which will prevent her from sleeping most of the night Sitting with Duan Jiuniang, she listened to the old things in a mess, but she felt fresh and kind. She didn't think she had a pot of porridge in her mind for more than ten years.

Zhou Fei said to Duan Jiuniang: "Senior, don't be mad at them in this ghost place. Come back to the village with us."

In the first half of her sentence, Duan Jiuniang didn't understand a bit. Perhaps her spirit was turned upside down in the past, and she didn't realize how angry she was now.

In the second half of the sentence, I got it. Duan Jiuniang was very happy on the face, and then stayed again. This stay had a long meaning. Zhou Fei waited for a long time, and I didn't know which one of my words was wrong. I reached out and patted her. Knee: "Senior?"

Duan Jiuniang was like a corpse, "Teng" stood up and said coldly: "What do you do in Forty-eight Village? Widowhood?"

At this moment, she seemed to have finally cleared where and when she was, and her thin hand grabbed Zhou Fei's shoulder.

Zhou Fei only felt a numb body, and then an indescribably eccentric and inspiring energy flowed from top to bottom between her eight meridians.

Ordinary breaths are like water currents, some are quieter, some are more tyrannical, but this breath is like a boning steel knife, which can't help but pierce through the bone cracks, ramming straight, wherever it seems, it gives It's like a skin cramp.

Duan Jiuniang is just like letting the ghost possess himself, sweeping the "innocent and lively" of the genius, holding his hands in front of his chest, looking down at Zhou Fei with a painless expression, and expressing blankly: "Without Rongshou" "Don't", I practiced "withered", if true energy was injected into your body, it would be turned into "glory", and it would continue to circulate forever, as long as you can survive it, you can practice my brother's kung fu. Although the dry hands are more vicious, in the final analysis, Rongshou is more powerful, but he suffers more when he is subdued. At that time, all the fellows who practiced Rongshou died within a year, leaving only one of my brothers. People...Unfortunately, my master’s **** are only willing to pass on a Kung Fu, and Ku Rong’s hands are mutually exclusive.

Zhou Fei's ear was "buzzing" and she couldn't hear what she was talking about.

Hearing the movement, the old servant quickly ran out of the box and saw that Zhou Fei's face was gone.

Her acupuncture point was only blocked by Duan Jiuniang for a moment, and was quickly rushed away by the incoming Qirong Qi. Zhou Fei could no longer sit down and rolled down the threshold. Her hands and feet twitched gently, I don’t know. Is it a weak struggle, or a trembling that cannot be suppressed.

The old cook stunned: "Madam, what are you doing?"

Wu Chuchu, who had a good night’s sleep, just woke up from a beautiful dream, and the unexpected was changed, and it was about to collapse. A plainly smiling young lady ran into the courtyard disheveledly, and she was busy reaching out Hold Zhou Fei up.

But the bones and flesh of Zhou Fei seemed to have turned into stone, hard, cold, and heavy. She stretched out her hands in vain twice, but she didn't know where she should be.

Duan Jiuniang looked indifferent and sat cross-legged under the tree on her side. She would look like an old monster and a little girl for a while, but this sitting, but vaguely a little guru-like atmosphere of Yuan Yue... It was just that it was not too much Moderate and decent "guru".

Duan Jiuniang said in earnest: "Since ancient times, Zongmen lined up, some martial arts have been able to show their brilliance for a while because of several popular figures, and finally they have declined. The inheritance of future generations is like the mouse of the weasel.

The three people present, one resting on the ground unaware of death or alive, one only embroidered poems, and one devoted his life to the great cause of broom and spatula, and did not care about other common things-no one could understand Master Duan. The high theory of ancient heroes throughout this time.

Duan Jiuniang, who was bitter and confidant, had to talk to herself in loneliness.

She said: "Why did you learn martial arts? What swords, swords and halberds did you learn? What world and heaven and earth did you walk? Those of you who are pedantic and decent, only teach disciples'Xiwu is strong and healthy,' and what they say will be hoeing in the future The nonsense of "helping the weak", most of the disciples taught are wastes that give people "hoes"! Together with martial arts, it is to earn your little life, that is, to "put it to death and then to live", that is, you want me to die. Don’t die! Without this layer of spirit, what’s the difference between you and the slapstick? You don’t necessarily have a monkey turning your heels.”

Zhou Fei's nails were originally very short. This time he escaped every day, but he couldn't take care of it. He made a small cut and slammed into the ground of the bluestone in the courtyard.

Wu Chuchu cried and pleaded: "Madam, since she is a granddaughter of Li Daxia, is it not equivalent to your juniors? If she has three shorts and two shorts, wouldn’t her parents and brothers die in grief? Madam, wouldn’t you be sad? "If Hero Li knows what to do, how can he be patient?"

Duan Jiuniang was stunned by her few words.

Seeing her look loose, Wu Chuchu hurriedly and relentlessly said, "Please help Afei!"

Duan Jiuniang listened and shook her head: "I can't save it, but Ku Rong's true energy has already entered her body. It can't be pulled out, only her own."

Wu Chuchu almost knelt down for her. Isn't that just killing him?

Duan Jiuniang said, her face was not close to human affection: "If she had the blood of the real Li family, she shouldn't be able to eat this bitterness. If it was such a waste, it would die in my hands, and it would be more dead than going out. Everyone is strong!"