Chapter 28 Songhe mends his wings
Mysterious light and shadow flashed, Su Hanshan blinked and found that he had returned home, still sitting in the wheelchair in his room.
He was interested in testing whether he could bring something back from another world, so when he sat up in the recliner, his left hand was already clasped on the armrest of the recliner, and his index finger was hooked on the hilt of the Wheel King Sword. .
But now, not to mention the recliner and the long sword, he didn't even bring back the thin quilt that covered him.
But he also changed his clothes in another world, but he brought them all back. The medicine and bandage for the wound on his left shoulder are also still there.
"Do I have to tie him up close to my body?"
Su Hanshan thought for a moment and then returned his attention to his eyes.
I have been missing for ten days, and I don’t know how anxious my second uncle and the others must be.
No.
Su Hanshan suddenly felt a little strange and turned around to observe.
All the furnishings in the room seemed to be the same as when he left, even the wheelchair was still in place.
If ten days have really passed, there should be at least a little more dust in this room.
Could it be that the flow of time in the Chu Dynasty is different from that in the other world? Ten days have passed in the other world, but only one or two seconds have passed here?
Su Hanshan noticed the towel hanging on the shelf of his washbasin. The towel had been completely dried.
It seems that neither ten days have passed, nor only one or two seconds.
Songhe Martial Arts Hall is mainly divided into front yard, main hall, patio, inner hall and backyard, with corridors connecting both sides.
The courtyard of the courtyard, with pavilions and lotus ponds on the east and west sides, is where martial arts disciples usually rest and talk.
On both sides of the inner hall are the warehouse and the kitchen, and on the east, west and north sides of the backyard are wing rooms.
Su Hanshan's courtyard is on the east side of the backyard. He pushed his wheelchair out of his courtyard and walked along the corridor.
The martial arts hall is extremely quiet now. Not only is there no one in the kitchen, but the senior brothers and sisters who should be practicing in the front yard seem to be gone as well.
Su Hanshan didn't see anyone until he reached the front yard.
"I'm afraid that if they find out that I'm not here, they'll all go out to look for me."
Su Hanshan thought, how can he inform them that he is back as soon as possible?
He remembered that there were specially made communication fireworks in the martial arts gym. Although they were set off in the morning and were not as effective as those used at night, they should still be of some use.
Those fireworks are usually kept in the warehouse, right?
Su Hanshan turned his wheelchair and wanted to go to the warehouse to search.
At this moment, the door of the martial arts gym was pushed open, and a sickly-looking young man walked in. He was wearing a blue cloth robe that had been washed white, and his hair was tied up with a cloth band on his head. The ends hang down by the ears, the palms are thin and white, and the body is thin.
Su Hanshan turned around and called out in surprise: "Senior Brother!"
That person was none other than the senior senior brother of the martial arts school, Zhou Zifan.
He pushed open the door worriedly and heard the call. When he looked up, he suddenly became excited and walked closer in a few hurried steps.
"Junior brother, you are back!"
Zhou Zifan put his hand on Su Hanshan's shoulder, as if to confirm whether the person in front of him was a real person.
But as soon as he said a word, his brows wrinkled slightly, and the other hand subconsciously pressed his heart. There was no blood on his face, his skin was pale, his lips were purple and black, and his breathing became dull. A bit thicker.
"Sir, don't worry, you can't get excited."
Su Hanshan quickly grabbed Zhou Zifan's wrist and said, "It's really me, nothing happened to me, I'm here fine. .”
Zhou Zifan gasped twice, steadied his breathing, and said, "Where did you go yesterday? Uncle Master and the others didn't notice you leaving at all. What happened?"
It turns out that a day has passed. time?
It seems to be early morning now, that is to say, ten days have passed in the other world, and a whole day has passed in the Chu Dynasty, ten to one...
The days after Su Hanshan killed Cao Wubo During the day, in addition to practicing and recuperating from injuries, I also thought about a lot of things. He naturally trusted people like Su Tieyi and Zhou Zifan, but after careful consideration, he decided to have reservations for the time being and put it another way.
"Yesterday I was taken away by a weirdo. He said that he created a mental method suitable for disabled people to learn. My situation is just close to his idea, so he asked me to practice it and see."
Su Hanshan Said, "Although it hasn't been long, I have experienced a lot. He has arrested more than just me. I have to fight other people first to prove that I am qualified to learn that set of mental techniques."
Zhou Zifan frowned after hearing this.
The Chu Dynasty has a vast territory. If you look at the entire Central Earth, the area is even more boundless. The place is large and the population is large. It is easy for martial arts practitioners who like to wander around to appear. person.
So it is not uncommon for someone in a certain place to be taught martial arts by a passing master. Some disciples' families can even take the opportunity to win over the master and strengthen their own strength in the local area.
However, quietly abducting a disabled young man, forcing him to fight with others, and practicing a crude mental technique, it doesn't sound like the behavior of a righteous person.
"Don't worry, senior brother. I have already learned that set of mental techniques. There is no problem, but it is of great benefit. Moreover, that person is not a vicious person. Didn't he give me medicine and send him back? Are you done?"
Su Hanshan changed the topic quickly and said, " Senior brother, please restrain your skills and experience it."
Five years ago, Zhou Zifan was already close to the state of Qi Sea perfection, but in that autumn hunting, he was the first to kill with strength. The two spirits were attacked and besieged again. When they came back, their arms were broken and their heart and lungs were damaged.
In particular, the trauma to his heart caused him to stop his heartbeat several times. If Su Chaodong and Su Tieyi hadn't worked tirelessly to pour power into him, he might have fallen into a deep sleep under the Nine Springs.
Now he has a lot of powerful skills, but he can't fight with others at all. Even when he gets excited, he will feel heartbroken.
Su Hanshan warned him in advance because he was afraid that if he directly instilled his internal energy, it would cause his internal energy to resist instinctively and hurt his heart.
After Zhou Zifan hesitated for a moment, he tried his best to restrain his inner strength.
The younger junior brother has been focused since he was a child. Although he has good talent, he does not have enough experience. If there is really a problem with that mental method, he may not be able to detect it.
It’s better to experience it yourself and see if you can discover anything...
These thoughts in Zhou Zifan's mind were suddenly interrupted by a feeling of relief.
He lowered his head and touched his heart, his eyes full of confusion.
Dong, dong, dong...
The sound of his own heartbeat could be heard in his ears. This was not new. In recent years, he had been accompanied by him every night like a drum. Heartbeat, tossing and turning.
But now this heartbeat was not as dizzy and flustered as in the past. Instead, it was very stable and powerful, making his mind feel a little clearer.
Over the past five years, Zhou Zifan's heart seemed to have become an overburdened empty shell, unable to support his body at all, let alone the performance of his martial arts.
If the Songhe Chunyang Kung Fu were run a little too fast, the unsatisfactory thing would make the sound of the paper lantern frame being crushed and about to collapse.
But now, a warm feeling lingered in his heart.
In the empty shell, there seemed to be a ball of warmth to support it. Although it was still far less intact than before, it was already a world of difference compared to the days and nights after the serious injury.
"This..."
Zhou Zifan's Adam's apple slid, and his voice was too dry, "Is this the function of that mental method?"
Su Hanshan nodded.
Zhou Zifan was stunned for a while, then took out a small bamboo tube as thick as a thumb from his arms, unscrewed the caps at the upper and lower ends, pulled out the lower leads, and turned the upper end upward.
Specially made fireworks erupted from the small bamboo tube, twenty or thirty feet above the ground.
After three sharp whistle-like sounds, there was a dull explosion.
The fireworks in the sky form a lifelike pattern.
Under an old pine tree, which is green and lush like clouds, there is a crane with its neck stretched out and its wings spread out to fly.
(End of this chapter)