son-in-law

Chapter 1289: Mountain (Part )

Chapter 1289: Mountain (Part )

"Grass……"

On the mountainside in the night, a monk in a gray robe looked at the girl, and as he fluttered his sleeves, he cursed her with a sneer.

"It seems that after causing trouble today, you, woman, have been frightened to the point of losing your mind. You dare to make jokes in front of me. Are you really tired of living?"

"But Master." The girl who had just pretended to be dead took a step back. "Now it has been proven that Sun Wukong was indeed a man planted by the government. In the end, didn't he find out the truth for you?"

"Hmph!" Tunyun waved his hand, not making any comment. He had originally admired the young man as a "four-foot lustful demon" and had thought of accepting him as his disciple. Now it seems that he was almost tricked. He was silent for a moment: "Is the news you sent this afternoon true or false?"

"Whether it is true or not, I originally hoped that the master would go and identify it, but now it seems that it is most likely true... Since Sun Wukong is an official, how could his so-called brother be killed by the government's cannon? We have all been fooled by the princess or Cheng Zhouhai... But if this news could have been received earlier, Lord Fan would not have died."

"Humph, Fan Zhong has been in the martial arts world for many years. He was too arrogant for a moment, and he deserves to die."

"Lord Fan was actually well prepared. There were hundreds of skilled fighters inside and outside. Just to surround Sun Wukong, more than seventy people were used. With more than seventy people... fighting against him alone, how could he... still rush out..."

“Guns and fire bombs… What do you know about the military’s fighting methods…” Tun Yun frowned slightly, “In the final analysis, he just took the initiative and shot Fan Zhong with a gun, and then used fire bombs to prevent you from uniting… Fan Zhong’s previous statement that fire guns were useless to him within ten steps was also a joke…”

Tunyun had heard about the battle record of Yinan Village that afternoon. He was shocked at first, but when he joined the others at night, he gradually figured out the opponent's tactics. He was a master of Qinggong, but he never minded the help of other things when he traveled all over the world. He not only had a set of iron armor to protect himself, but also used large and small thunder and fire when he made trouble in Jiangning last year as firearms became more and more powerful in recent years. However, the firearms in the world were respected in the southwest, and the thunder and fire he got outside were not strong. The ones with too much power were not easy to carry with him, and the ones he carried with him could only be used for gimmicks, so he never really took them seriously.

After hearing about the whole process of the fight, he was able to draw inferences and figure out the key points. He had personally tested the boy's martial arts and knew that the real threat might be the shot fired at Fan Zhong, but now that he knew how powerful he was, the shot was no longer a big threat to him. Hearing Chen Shuangran's sigh, he casually explained a few words, but saw that Chen Shuangran's eyes were blurred, as if he had not heard his authoritative comments as a grandmaster at all.

"...Are all the masters outside this powerful?"

"……Um?"

"...I was born in the south of the world and have never seen any masters from outside. When I heard people talk about the great masters from outside, such as Zhou Tong and Lin Zongwu...I thought they were all fake, but after seeing them today, I realized...that many bizarre things may be true..."

"...I've already said it before, he's just using firearms to deal with a mob like you..."

"...Master...can you defeat him?"

The girl raised her eyes and looked over here. The tall monk in the dimness stopped talking halfway. The silence on the mountainside lasted for a moment, the bonfire flickered, and suddenly, Chen Shuangran was grabbed by the neck, and his whole body was lifted in the air. His hands and feet were shaking in the silhouette, and someone around shouted: "No." A water bandit gritted his teeth and rushed over, but was swung by Tunyun, breaking his scimitar. The whole body turned twice, and Tunyun grabbed the man and threw him to the ground with a bang, and smoke and dust rose up.

"Stop it... Stop it..."

Chen Yan rushed over, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed vigorously: "Master, please calm down. The young lady is still young and said something wrong... Master, please show mercy for the sake of others..."

"vomit……"

Chen Shuangran was pinched so hard that she danced with joy and her eyeballs rolled out. Tunyun swung his hand again and knocked her more than a meter away, causing her to roll on the ground.

"How dare you provoke me."

Tunyun's voice was slow, and at this moment it finally exuded the majesty of controlling life and death.

Chen Shuangran twitched and retched on the ground, and rolled over for a few times. After a long while, she finally got up. Her voice sounded like crying at first, and then everyone heard the trembling voice: "Hehehe...hahahaha..." She actually laughed, "I knew...the master wouldn't kill me..."

"……oh?"

Tunyun narrowed his eyes and spoke slowly. This time, he really had the intention to kill.

"Haha..." Chen Shuangran sat on the ground, holding his stomach and laughing, "The big thing is about to happen, and the masters behind the scenes are not dead yet. I am just a pawn. Why would the master want to kill me now? If you kill me, how can I explain to those people..."

"After what happened today, Fan Zhong is dead, do you really think there is still hope?"

"It wasn't just Lord Fan who set up the plan. It's a pity that he died today, but Master will probably be even happier now. From now on, all the great reputation will fall on Master alone..."

“……” Tunyun narrowed his eyes.

“Cough… cough…” Chen Shuangran coughed dryly a few times, “It’s just that the incident in Yinan Village is unbelievable. Not only me, but many people involved in it have been frightened… Master, with so many people scattering like birds and beasts, it will be difficult to move forward with the next step, especially the name of Sun Wukong. I’m afraid it will spread throughout Fuzhou soon. He chopped Fan Zhong into pieces. Master, if you act together with Lord Fan, I’m afraid you will also be compared with him…”

Tunyun looked at her and said, "As long as the last thing can be accomplished, what he is doing now will not matter."

"If there is no one to take care of the next thing, what should we do for the last thing..." Chen Shuangran paused, "I can't command you, so... I just want to know what you are going to do next, and whether you need... my help..."

The stars and the moon were silent, and a slight breeze passed through the mountainside. Tunyun looked at the girl on the ground. This time, it took a long time before he spoke: "It is only now that I really admire you. What on earth are you thinking about..."

"Since I came to Fuzhou, I have seen Sun Wukong twice..." Chen Shuangran leaned on the ground, rubbing his throat, and spoke slowly, "He wanted to kill me both times we met - he almost killed me... He is about the same age as me, with great martial arts skills and an arrogant attitude. I liked him a little when I first met him, and I wanted to take him in. Isn't the master's idea the same as mine..."

"...Don't compare me with you." Tunyun felt unlucky.

"I just want to knock him down from his perch, humiliate him, and let him know how terrible this world is... Master, I may not be able to kill him now. There are nine out of ten things in the world that are not as you wish. It doesn't matter, but we can finally know where his weakness is..."

Chen Shuangran laughed: "If Long Aotian is really like what Jiang Ning said, that he is a five-foot demon who is more powerful than the four-foot demon, he would not have to hide him under the guise of bombardment. Since he has to hide with great fanfare in order to come out and deal with us unscrupulously, the news that came is very likely to be true... Master, as long as you can confirm this matter..."

"As long as you can make sure..."

"Long Aotian is a woman..."

"I can think of a hundred ways to easily...concoct her...Master, you know what I mean, whether you are right or not..."

In the dim light, Chen Shuangran laughed, and his low chuckle gradually turned into a happy laugh. Tunyun frowned slightly. He certainly understood what the dark-skinned girl was talking about. He had done many similar things in his life, but only at this moment, when the other party said it, he felt a little unlucky.

Finally, he said:

"Grass……"

Not long after, Pu Xingui came over and discussed tomorrow's matters with Chen Shuangran. Speaking of people's escape and low morale, Chen Shuangran comforted him: "Master Tunyun will solve the rest of the problems..." Tunyun then looked at all of them with pity and disdain.

Thinking that the other party was angry about the defeat at noon today, Pu Xingui felt a little ashamed...

……

There was a pleasant breeze throughout the peaceful night.

When I woke up, it was the darkest hour before dawn. A girl in white holding a palm-leaf fan was lying quietly on the side of the bed. Ning Ji sat up, feeling his still tired, itchy body and his clear thoughts.

Several years ago, when he killed someone for the first time, he lay in bed for several days and felt exhausted. The injury was part of it, but the exhaustion of energy had a greater impact. When people fight each other, their energy and spirit are concentrated to the peak of their lives. Many times, when they punch, they can feel the energy pouring out. Although he quickly adapted to all this, after each battle, his body would still feel tired for a while.

The internal skills passed down from various masters in his family were very powerful. He could clearly feel the benefits of these Qi-nourishing skills on his body. He even wondered if one day, when he exerted all his strength, his internal energy would still be able to rotate like a wheel or the sea. I wonder if that fat guy Lin Zongwu would have such a physique.

Thinking of Zhou Tong's deeds again, it is said that when the elderly Grandmaster Zhou was in peak condition, he could deliver three fatal punches to Aunt Hong. So if Zhou Tong was in middle age, would he be able to kill people on the battlefield with punches and kicks?

It sounds very fantasy, but it is the fantasy that Ning Ji longs for the most.

In the princess's mansion, it was dark and quiet. Ning Ji could feel his veins trembling and blood rushing in his body. His strong heart pumped blood to his limbs, and his body temperature was gradually repairing the damage caused by yesterday's battle. He had slept for a whole afternoon and a whole night since he returned to the princess's mansion. Now was the time when he felt the best. He could even clearly see every moment of yesterday's battle in his mind.

There are still areas that need to be reviewed, reflected upon, and improved...

When he was in Zhang Village, he had experienced countless times of being chased by a small number of people. Although the enemy was stronger at that time, he knew in his heart that the enemy would not kill him. In fact, the repeated polishing was not as beneficial as this life-and-death battle. A true warrior always gets the greatest improvement and steals the secrets in the battle with pure malice. This time, he was calm in the battle, and he could especially feel the improvement that had taken place in himself since he went out for more than a year.

He meditated, adjusted his breathing, and reviewed his thoughts for quite a while. From the silence of the night, he could gradually hear the sounds of people waking up in the princess's mansion. Not wanting to wake Qu Longjun, he quietly climbed out of the window.

The guards of the princess's mansion were gathering and changing shifts in the distance. In the yard next door, the Yue siblings had also woken up. Ning Ji stuck his head out to take a look over there. The two people who were brushing their teeth also felt his movement and looked over here. Ning Ji waved, said hello, and walked over.

"So early?"

"I have something to do today, so I don't have time to talk to you." Yue Yun, holding the foam in his mouth, rolled his eyes at him, "What? Can you still fight?"

"No more fighting today, I need to rest." Ning Ji was very well behaved at this time. He had just gone through a life-and-death test. The next ten days or half a month would be a period of improvement, and his body needed to be repaired. There was no need to continue training at this time. The holiday was here.

"I heard about what happened yesterday. I also went to see Yinan Manor." Yin Ping said, "It was amazing. It was remarkable."

"Hehehe." Ning Ji scratched his head and laughed.

"When will we go to Beiwei Army to play for a while?"

"That must be no problem."

"Well, let's get through these few days." Yin Ping nodded, "Are you going to the palace to play today?"

"not going."

“It’s really nothing fun.”

This day was the tenth day of June, and the emperor took a concubine, but there was no overly grand ceremony. It was basically just a matter of taking it. However, the atmosphere in both the court and the rebels had already brewed to this point. There would definitely be no shortage of people who would stir up trouble on this day, so all departments had already started moving to suppress this wave of chaos, which might be the biggest of all.

"Then there may be nothing happening at the princess's mansion today." Yinping said.

The eldest princess will go to the palace to take charge today, and the little princess Zhou Fuyang will also go there. The Yue siblings will also go there to help. Many guards from the princess's mansion should also go to various key locations to receive orders. There are no key figures here. Ning Ji is in a good mood and has no opinion on this.

After the two siblings finished washing up, they were about to obey orders. Ning Ji then asked, "By the way, where is Cheng Zhouhai at this time?"

"Mr. Cheng... maybe he is in the princess's mansion right now..."

Yue Yun thought about it, then took Ning Ji to the front of the princess's mansion. Not long after, he heard the news that the other party had arrived at the mansion.

After some briefing, when we arrived at Cheng Zhouhai's office, there was no one else there, and the windows around were open, showing that he was handling things in an upright manner. The sky in the east outside the window was already slightly pale, and the treetops under the eaves were full of life. Cheng Zhouhai was standing at the table writing, and he looked up at him.

"Are you feeling well?"

"The doctor in the mansion has also checked it out. He will definitely tell you."

"Doesn't this show that I care about you?"

"Thank you, Uncle Cheng." Ning Ji smiled calmly, as if he had become a good boy.

"Yes, uncle." Cheng Zhouhai raised his head again, dipped the brush in ink, and emphasized, "I am older than your father. He called me brother back then."

"Hey." Ning Ji made an ambiguous reply. When Cheng Zhouhai frowned slightly and couldn't raise his head, he continued casually, "After the fight yesterday, there were too many people to tell. When I followed Pu Xinggui into the village, someone passed by and took the risk of bumping into my hand to warn me. I didn't kill him later, and I took some trouble to kill the eyes that might have seen this scene... That was your man, right? How is he? Is there any progress?"

The morning air was pleasantly cool, and the leaves moved lightly. Cheng Zhouhai finished writing the word at hand, stood up, and took a deep breath.