Trafford’s Trading Club

Song Da and Song San are looking boringly at some of the books on the shelves of this house hidden in the bamboo forest.

These are not martial arts secrets, they are merely words, easy scriptures, and so on - they are different from what they initially thought.

“I said, Da, blind man let us stay with him this time... can't you really just stay with him?” Song San looks at Song Da.

Song Da shook his head in vain.

The blind man initially said: Would you two be interested in accompanying me to Wudang Mountain?

Hearing it was a holy place like Wudang Mountain, the two of them promised to come down without saying anything... and came here to see just a gray-haired apprentice grandson?

“It always feels like I'm in the blind...” Song Da frowned for a while before squeezing out this sentence.

“It's a trick! Blind people are easy to find a bag!” Song Sanyi slapped himself on the forehead.

Both of them showed frustration at the same time.

“Take a walk outside.” Song Da sighed: “At least think of it as a tour. ”

Song San likewise, after getting off the plane in Xiangjiang, they all re-handled their phones in China, the blind can find them.

……

“Grandpa, who are the two of you? ”

In a quiet room in the house, Master Huang Keizheng stood respectfully by Mr. Blind - at a time when Mr. Blind silently ‘looked’ at a yellow ink hanging painting in the quiet room.

There's an ancient man in the painting, a fairy wind tunnel bone, with a view of the Star River.

“Just two bags, don't worry about it.” Mr. Blind spoke slowly at this point and turned around. He then sat directly on the futon in the quiet room and waved his hand.

Huang Qiyi sat down quite intelligently and sat across from Mr. Blind - this grandmaster, counting this time in his life, had seen him four times in total, each time for a short time.

However, in these four times, he almost lived the life of Huang Qiu. He has gone from a young boy to the year of the flower armor, but the grandmaster's appearance has still not changed.

All the city people who looked for him called him Huang Daxian and Huang Daxian. In fact, the real Daxian is the one in front of him - Grandmaster Grandpa is really a first-class person.

“Give me your hand.” Mr. Blind suddenly said: “I'll touch your bones first. ”

Huang Qiyi listened and quickly pinched his sleeve and reached out his hand. He can touch the bones himself, but they are wild roads he can find out by himself, when the spirit doesn't work... more when it doesn't work.

Mr. Blind said again: "Tell me the cause of what you said before and after. And to describe in detail the characteristics of the people you speak of as' living photographs’. ”

Huang Qiju's decades-long photographic technique was broken by the look of his face. His memory was so refreshing, he said openly: “On that day, when I was introduced, I took a list. One of them was only showing people marriage in a normal way, but I didn't expect that the young man's face was strange, it was truly unprecedented. ”

Huang Qi sighed, “It was also my apprenticeship and I didn't have the strength at the time. Half of it was because of the good heart, breaking the rules of the division door. With the method you passed down, Master Grandpa opened his' eyes’ to want to take a closer look. I never thought that he had actually suffered a direct backphage... It has been a little over six months since that day's broken kung fu. ”

“Well... what day did you meet this person?” Mr. Blind asked suddenly.

Huang Qiqi hastily told him the exact date and time, and even took out the eight words of the birthday given by the client at the time.

Mr. Blind lifted his hand and pinched his finger to calculate what... Just to calculate, his eyebrows also wrinkled, and his fingers also pinched faster and faster. Later, Huang Qi just looked at the remnants of these fingers and had to be shocked in his heart.

The so-called pinching of fingers is not as simple as ordinary people say - it encompasses a large number of complex formulas, without human memory and mental numeracy, even if it is not a gifted and extraordinary person, you can only learn fur and not get started, even if you practise hard for the most part of your life.

The calculations in this should not have been possible at this stage of the human brain.

However, what kept Huang Qiyi in mind was that Mr. Blind's fingers suddenly stopped at this point - he thought the first-rate grandmaster of the fairy had an answer at this time, but did not expect the grandmaster to remain silent.

Huang Qi secretly glanced at Grandpa's face - he didn't open his eyes. So he looked at Grandpa's finger, and he found that Mr. Blind's finger was slightly bouncing.

This... Grandpa is not pinching fingers, is it hand spasms or cramps?!

“Pour me some water. Come on.” Mr. Blind pinched his eyebrows at this point and said softly: “The rheumatism has come for many years, let me rest. ”

It turns out it's rheumatism, so no wonder... although Zhu Yan is skilled, he is also so old.

Huang Qi thought of himself as an old bone, at least ten days and eight days of dog ointment in a month behind him... This grandfather is still old, although he is a first-rate fairy figure.

“Hold on, Inspiration. I'll get you a pot of hot water right away! ”

Only Huang Qiyi's ass climbed upside down and rushed out of the quiet room. After that, Mr. Blind slowly held his shaking wrist with his other hand.

“It's not as simple as‘ The Faces of the Universe '...” He muttered to himself, then stood up and faced the painting of the ink portrait hanging on the wall.

“Send Master Kai on.” Mr. Blind whispered: “You left a memorial saying that ‘the heavens and the earth must first have an alien resemblance’ … whether the Song family descendants I met in South America are noble people, whether they are inhumans… whether this Huang Qi encountered people or not are also inhumans. I can't even tell. ”

……

When Huang Qi returned with a pot of hot water, Mr. Blind was sitting with his eyes closed. He glanced quietly and found that Mr. Blind's hand was no longer cramped.

But Mr. Blind had a note in front of him at the moment - a note that was inspired to recognize.

It was because of this note that the grandmaster returned from the exotic country.

On February 2nd, the dragon heads up.

It's just a very ordinary phrase from ancient times. What kind of machine is there? Though confused, Huang Qiyi did not hesitate to reach Mr. Blind quickly.

But Mr. Blind took a tiny porcelain bottle out of his clothes and gave it to Huang Qi: “You flush the powder into the hot water and take it. ”

“Me?” Huang Qiyi stunned.

“Of course.” Mr. Blind nodded, “Outside the bamboo grove, I spy on you. There's a death breath coming out of the lid, and you're already dead. ”

“But the bloodshed?” Huang Qiyi is also a person who understands photography. At this time, as soon as he listened to Grandpa's calculations, he was suddenly frightened and sweaty.

“Not at all.” Mr. Blind shook his head: “If it's just a bloodshed, there are natural ways to dissolve it. Unfortunately, death is another case. ”

“Grandpa, help me!” Yellow enlightened his pale face, kneeling in horror in front of Mr. Blind, he kowtowed his head dead, and even his voice shivered.

“We look at each other, we count, we count, but we can't. Do you know why?” Mr. Blind asked softly.

Huang Qiyi's voice was bitter: “It is already counterproductive for us to avoid murder for the sake of others. If we still make a personal profit for ourselves and reverse the yin and yang, it would be to provoke God and be condemned... Master Grandpa, after calling you last time, Qiyi has already dispersed all his family's wealth and donated it all... Qiyin knows it is wrong! ”

“Over the years, you have leaked too many planets, even though it is not a big deal...” Mr. Blind sighed: “But for many people to see each other's luck, to change lives against the sky, accumulate days and months, sin is not much, dead sheep are late to make up for prison. Now you are not only breaking kung fu, but your body is gradually withering, and the fairy can't save you. I'm afraid this life won't be until mid-autumn this year. ”

“Grandpa, help me! Help me!” Huang Qiqi wept.

“You take this medicine every month and it should get you through the year.” Mr. Blind stood up and said softly, "You're on your own. However, in the near future, you will have a robbery. It is best not to go out, stay here and rest, and repair your heart and soul, perhaps you will be able to survive...”

Mr. Blind's voice has gone away, leaving only Huang to inspire the whole person to sit on the ground in a desolate state.

The older people, the more afraid they are of dying.

……

……

Outside the bamboo forest, there is also a large area of forest, outside of which is a famous scenic spot in Wudang Mountain - in fact, the bamboo forest is located somewhere within the scenic area of Wudang Mountain.

However, there is a special arrangement in the bamboo forest, it is easy for ordinary people to get lost in the bamboo forest and walk out - of course, if it is aerial photography, it doesn't matter.

But who's gonna be all right, aerial shooting this little bamboo forest?

Songda and Songsan found an electric pole at this time, and they squatted beneath the pole —— not because of anything else, just because of the signal comparison number in this place.

The thing is, Song San, because of the boring relationship, clicked on the domestic mobile video website, and just saw a video about Wudang, I couldn't help but go in.

“The first man of light kung fu today”

The name of the video naturally gives Song 30 points of curiosity - after all, as a martial artist, you know exactly what light kung fu is all about. Of course, if you step on your feet like a TV show, you can go up in the air with a special effect to fool children, but you can still walk the walls with real light power.

“Shit, I'm fucked!” Song San shouted at this moment: “What the hell is the first light kung fu, isn't this just ordinary running cool! ”

Song Da, who is sending SMS to a woman on the other side of the ocean, flipped her eyes at this point: “You think Wulin master is a cabbage, you can touch it anytime... Besides, the state machine is forbidden, if it's really light work, can it be published and disseminated on the Internet? ”

Song Dazheng said so, but at this moment Song Sang looked at the sky like a ghost. He opened his mouth and said: "Da, you said the great cabbage master appeared...”

Song Dazheng looked up stunned and saw only a figure in the sky. At this time, he landed skewedly towards a small forest not far away.

No mistake, it was a landing, not a landing - because both Song Da and Song Sang saw this falling figure and were carrying another figure!

“Is this the magic of legend? My God, Wudang is one of the holy places!” Song Santong's eyes glowed.

Song Da didn't have time to continue sending SMS at this time. He quickly stuffed his phone in his trouser belt, looked at Song Sangyuan and hurriedly walked over to the woods where he landed.

If a master meets a master, of course it's a fight!

……

At this point, over the woods, suddenly there was a screaming sound.

Ahhhhhhhh...!!

“Beware!!! Brother!!! ”

“Wow -!!!! ”

Obviously two different sounds.

The shadow fell on the canopy, then broke the branches all the way, and was hooked and stopped. But the branches really couldn't support the weight, and eventually they broke.

Boo--!

The two shadows split apart at the moment of the fall, one quickly bouncing off the ground and the other firmly hitting the ground.

“Chase the wind, you son of a bitch!” The shadow that hit the ground soil now cursed.

“It's not my fault… instinct reaction, instinct reaction, hip-hop! ”

A teenager smiled and pulled up the figure who hit the ground and slapped the dirt on his body.

They are... Mo Xiaofei and Chasing the Wind.

As for why this demon would appear here, it starts before the cold holidays begin.

On that day, the dragon of Shenzhou threw Mo Xiaofei, the disciple of Kaiyama, to Sun Xiaosheng, and then he left with the little butterfly demon. Before leaving, Shinryu Shinzhou once mentioned the clothing ceremony, saying that it might let Mo Xiaofei know about his past life.

So Mo Xiaofei had an idea to go to Tarzan quietly during the cold vacation —— the wind chase is another reason.

But as a student, it was too difficult to pay for the journey (Mo Xiaofei, who aspired to become a hero, was very determined not to use his superpowers to make money), so he made a decision: to swim poorly.

A plane?

I can fly.

Train?

I can fly.

Bus?

I can still fly.

Mo Xiaofei, who intends to fly all the way to Tarzan, has thus become an exclusive wind chase ride, far enough away from them that a week has passed, and they have succeeded in leaving the province of their place of residence to come here.

“Water… give me some water.” Mo Xiaofei sat down at this moment and looked at the wind with impatience.

It's okay to fly alone with the wind chasing on you, even if it's hard work, and besides, it's almost daytime on the way.

Nevertheless, Mo Xiaofei feels that his flying time has increased every day… probably just so called getting a good workout.

“Where are we?” Mo Xiaofei saw the wind chase at this time.

The wind rushed out of the map - he was responsible for looking at the terrain and routes along the way.

But at this moment, suddenly there was a slight noise, only two shadows of electricity coming out of the woods, one strong and one dry.

But he heard the powerful man shouting: “Shaolin abandoner Song Qing Book, please teach the two small teachers!! ”

And the dried skinny man also said: “Shaolin abandoner Song Qingshu two, please teach two small masters!! ”

What the hell...

Mo Xiaofei and the chase wind blinked and blushed.