Chapter 212 Our Children
Xi Huazi took a closer look, and it was difficult to move his eyes away from the stranger’s face. Zhan Chun pursed his lips and stood back, pulling away from the almost demonic beautiful woman. distance.
He Taichong coughed lightly: "Why did this happen? You must never say such things again in the future. Did Hong'er bully you? My father-in-law is going to take it out on you."
"It's my mother-in-law, she He blames Zhener for not being able to live up to expectations. He has been here for three years and has not been able to give birth to a boy or a girl for the He family... Zhener, Zhener should just die."
As he said this, he turned his fingers into swords and was about to stab his throat. point.
How could He Taichong sit back and watch? He stepped forward and grabbed her wrist: "The old woman is lying. She doesn't even think about it. Has she ever given birth to a boy and a girl in so many years? How can I have the face to accuse you? Huh, just take a moment." Don't be impatient, I'll go find her."
After saying this, Mr. Tieqin left in anger.
Zhan Chun’s eyebrows jumped. Who in the entire Kunlun sect didn’t know that the leader was henpecked? However, ever since Zhu Jiuzhen of Lianlianzhuang married the son of his master and his second wife, his courage has grown day by day, and now he even dares to go to his wife to settle accounts with his daughter-in-law.
"Senior Brother..."
She originally wanted to ask Xi Huazi for her opinion on what to do next, but she saw that this disciple who was most favored by her master, Ban Shuxian, was straight. He looked at the beauty who was sobbing softly. Seeing her distressed look, it seemed that she would be unable to control herself and come forward to comfort her in the next second.
"Senior brother."
"..."
"Senior brother!"
"Ah? What's wrong?"
"Master is gone, what should we do? Do it?”
"Oh, you go to practice martial arts. I will go look for you after I send my siblings back to Yaqin Xiaozhu."
"Senior brother!" Zhan Chun looked unhappy.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up."
"Humph, I'll go find Senior Sister Wei."
In the past, Xi Huazi's attitude towards Wei Siniang It was the same as He Taichong's attitude towards Ban Shuxian, but it was different now. He didn't take the words "Wei Siniang" into his heart at all. He rushed to Zhu Jiuzhen's side and greeted softly: "Brother and sister, master, let me vent your anger." Go, let me take you back to your residence first.”
Zhu Jiuzhen saluted: "Thank you so much, senior brother Xihuazi. Shaohong often said that you are his most respected senior brother and a leader among the younger generation of Kunlun sect. He also said that if I encounter any problems that I don't understand while practicing, he can ask me if he is not around." Please ask for advice.”
Xi Huazi heard that his bones were all crispy.
"It's easy to talk, easy to talk. If my brothers and sisters ask for advice, I should tell you everything I know."
......
Songshan, Shaolin Temple.
In the Zen room hosted by Kong Wen.
With one hand missing, Kongxing was dressed in yellow monk robes and sat on the futon near the door. His left hand was grasped like a claw. The skin on the back of his hand was dark and rough. The joints of his five fingers were unusually thick. There was a hint of cyan on his fingertips. This refers to the performance of reaching the pinnacle of merit.
Since forcing Wudang to return home after being defeated, he has transferred his resentment towards Chu Pingsheng to practicing martial arts. Although he only has his left hand left, he does not expect that his martial arts will not retreat but will advance. The dragon claw hand may not be complex enough compared to before. It is changeable, but its destructive power is staggering, breaking rocks and breaking iron.
Kongzhi is sitting on the futon to the left of Kongxing. He still looks like a short-lived person, but he is older than ten years ago, and the corners of his mouth are drooping more seriously.
The man wearing a gold-threaded cassock across from them is their senior brother and the master of the Shaolin Temple.
"I didn't expect this kid to be so tough and survive being hit by the Xuanming God's Palm." As before, Kong Zhi still had a bad temper, and he had all the hatred and obsession that a monk should not have.
Kung Xing pinched the thumb, index and middle fingers of his left hand to make a dragon claw. Speaking of Chu Pingsheng, he also had a look of hatred on his face: "Ten years ago, I thought he was dead. I lost the chance to take revenge with my own hands. I didn't Thinking that he is alive again."
Kong Wen closed his eyes and slowly opened them: "Two junior brothers, your skills have improved greatly over the years. The same is true for Chu Pingsheng. I heard that he has become Emei. He has the Four Elephants Palm, and is successful in the Nine Yang Divine Art, and his strength is not inferior to that of Master Miejie.”
It’s okay if he doesn’t mention the Nine Yang Divine Art, but when he mentions the Nine Yang Divine Art, Kong Zhi becomes even more angry.
“The Nine Sun Magic Kung Fu obviously comes from our Shaolin, but it was learned by that kid. If I find a chance, huh, let’s see if I don’t kill him with one palm and avenge Junior Brother Kongxing and Junior Nephew Yuanye. .”
Kongwen Gao announced a Buddhist chant: "Junior brother, you are too murderous, be careful of being possessed by demons."
Kongzhi said: "Then just watch a villain like him succeed?"
Kong Wen lightly raised his eyelids: "Back then, Zen Master Wu Se compiled the scriptures he heard from Jue Yuan into the Shaolin Nine Yang Gong. Over the years, only Master Yuanyin's nephew has practiced it. Although in terms of the content of the scriptures, Emei, Wudang, and Shaolin The nine-yang art of the school is not as good as the full version, but there is a major flaw in the full version of the nine-yang scripture. Over time, the internal power is constantly accumulated, and the stronger becomes stronger. However, once encountering a strong enemy, it is easy to be discouraged and die after a fierce battle. Back then, Jueyuan That's how he died." Kong Zhi pondered for a moment and then understood: "What the senior brother means is that since it is certain that Chu Pingsheng will rush to Guangmingding with Master Jue, we only need to make him tired. Once the battle process is prolonged, it will not be enough. During the rest time, he will have diarrhea and die?"
"Amitabha." Kong Wen pronounced the Buddha's name but did not reply.
...
January passed in the blink of an eye, and it was already approaching late autumn. The trees began to lose their leaves, and the dry branches were blown up by the wind and flew into the distance with a soft clicking sound.
In a small town less than 30 miles away from Mount Emei, farmers have begun to prepare for the winter. They put away their tools in their side houses, dried their grains and put them in the barn. Women began to wash radishes, kale, and mustard. Wait for the vegetables to be stuffed into salt water jars to ferment and serve as winter rations.
In a private school in the southwest of the town, a teacher dressed in Tsing Yi has his right hand on his back and a book in his left hand, shaking his head and reciting articles from the sages.
“A scholar who aspires to the Tao but is ashamed of those who wear bad clothes and eat badly is not worthy of discussion.”
The children behind the desks on both sides repeated in unison: "A scholar is committed to the Tao, and he is ashamed of those who wear bad clothes and eat bad food. It is not enough to discuss..."
"A gentleman cherishes virtue, and a villain cherishes earth; a gentleman cherishes virtue." If you are pregnant with punishment, the villain will be pregnant with benefits."
"..."
The teacher reads one sentence and the children follow.
Outside the back window of the private school, Miejie, wearing a double-breasted uniform and covering his face with a piece of black cloth, looked at the little boy in the back who was dozing off while reading. When he opened his mouth, he could see two cute tiger teeth. , his eyes showed a rare tenderness, but it was quickly replaced by severity, and he lowered his head and whispered.
"What did you do last night? You went to a private school to sleep. You should be beaten!"
She didn't notice at all that this tone and attitude were very much like a responsible mother teaching an unlearned child.
“Alas!”
I don’t know how much time passed. She sighed heavily and glanced at the blue sky above her head, with long white clouds. There was a trace of sadness between her eyebrows, because I will leave for Guangmingding in a few days. I don’t know if I can come back from Lishan this time.
But she soon broke away from Ladu's emotions. She, the majestic head of Emei, a ruthless character famous in the world, had never become so weak.
"Hmph."
He turned around stiffly and strode away.
However, after walking only half a mile, she stopped and hesitated, wanting to go back and take another look.
For this child, she felt that she owed a lot. She thought back to the time when she retched continuously, and at first thought that something had gone wrong in her practice. She did not realize what had happened until her lower abdomen bulged slightly. At that time, she thought that the child must not be wanted. , however, she tried hitting herself with a palm until blood spurted from her mouth, and she also tried to disguise herself and go to the mountain to find a doctor to take abortion pills to poison the fetus, but all failed without exception. The child seemed to be dependent on her.
Once is not enough, twice is not enough, twice is not enough, three times is not enough, and three times is not enough. Feeling the little guy's growth, she kicks in the belly a few times and does somersaults from time to time. She relents, thinking that since God's will is this, then she will do it. Accept your fate, and then use the excuse of going down the mountain to investigate the martial arts case, hand over the matter to Jingxuan, find a place where no one knows, give birth to the child, raise it until weaning, and put it on the doorstep of the infertile farmer in this town, and then go to I stuffed some silver coins into the swaddling clothes, watched them take the child into the house, and secretly observed him for two more months to make sure that they would treat his son well, and then he cruelly left and returned to Emei.
Over the years, she would go down the mountain every one or two months to take a look at the farmers from a distance. If the farmers encountered difficulties, she would also find ways to secretly help them.
Now that the Emei Sect is about to go on an expedition to Guangmingding, she certainly has a reason to come and see her child.
"My sword, where will it go? Love and hate are hard to find."
"My sword cuts through the sky, I don't understand right and wrong."
"I was drunk and in a haze. Gratitude and resentment were illusions and empty."
"I woke up, it was a spring dream, life and death were all in vain."
For some reason, she suddenly remembered the song that Chu Pingsheng sang when he packed up and broke the Yitian Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Sword and walked out of the Patriarch Hall. Weird tune.
“That’s all, that’s all.”
Miexie sighed and flew away in the direction of Mount Emei without hesitation.
What she didn’t know was that when she turned around and left, there was a man in a green shirt where she was standing at the back window of the small town private school. She stared blankly at the teacher who caught him falling asleep in class. Standing there, a tiger-toothed boy slapping his palms with a ruler.
Naturally, this person was none other than Chu Pingsheng, who was following the extermination.
"This boy is very similar to me when I was a child. He was either made to stand by the teacher or called his parents."
After saying that, he took out a booklet from his arms, with the title "Wu Mu's suicide note" was written in four big words. He looked at the eldest son who owed something, and then looked at Wu Mu's suicide note in his hand, with hesitation on his face.
(End of this chapter)