Chapter 14 Section Thirteen

When Qisuo opened his eyes, he couldn't move his hands. I wanted to speak, but my throat felt thirsty and my whole body was hot. It was like a noisy dream just now. "Qisuo, don't talk, take a good rest." The voice in the red, a pair of eyes that seem to have cried several times. Qisuo smiled, but refused to close his eyes again, Hongzhong gave Qisuo a sip of water. When he looked around, Qisuo's neck was a little stiff. He didn't expect that even such a small movement would be difficult. This is a simple bamboo hut. Rather than saying that it is embedded in a cave, it is better to say that it is sandwiched in a deep rock crevice. It is surrounded by dense shrubs and fallen leaves, which is well hidden.

I didn't see Sanfeng, but Zhao Daming was lying on the side sleeping with his belly exposed. His whole body smelled terrible, except his hands were tightly wrapped in black cloth, which seemed to be injured. "Is Jun Bao okay?" Qi Suo's mind went blank. "He's fine, he's staying with Lingxue outside the house." Hong Zhong said.Qisuo was relieved. Qisuo took a deep breath, his inner breath was open and calm, his true energy flowed through the pores without any hindrance, and he was quite comforted, when he wanted to twist and stand up, he was shocked to find that he lost all feeling in his hands.

"Your hand is injured, it will take several days to move it." Hong Zhong supported Qisuo. "Well, I remember." Qisuo smiled wryly. How could Qisuo forget. In the battle of Nuanfenggang, Busha strongly urged the palm force, wrapping the Sanxia in a berserk yin energy. Before he could dismantle the Qisuo, he felt that the eardrums were squeezed by the violently bulging air cyclone, and his headache was about to split.After the two of them joined hands, the whole arm seemed to be lost, and there was no feeling at all. Then his blood surged, his eyes went dark, he forgot why he fell to the ground, he just remembered being lifted up by a force in a trance, and then he flew through the clouds and fell to the ground mournfully.There was a humming and thundering sound approaching from a distance, and then he gradually became unconscious.

"Want to drink red bean soup? I've been waiting for you to wake up, and I'll cook it later." Hong Zhong stroked Qisuo's face. Qisuo nodded, feeling greedy, got up and got out of bed with Hong Zhong's support. Walking out of the bamboo hut, Qisuo saw the two people with their backs facing the bamboo hut, sitting cross-legged outside the rock crevice to guard, the sound of true energy flowing slowly in their bodies, very much like the kung fu of the beggar gang. "But a disciple of the Beggar Clan?" Qisuo asked, and the two guards stood up slowly, turned around and bowed deeply to Qisuo.

Qisuo saw that the two guardians carried nine bags, and they were both superb martial arts elders of the Beggar Clan. "These two elders guarded you during the few days you were in a coma," Hong Zhong said. Qisuo went back with a bow, most of his life was recovered with the help of the gang of beggars. "Is everyone safe in your gang? Where's Chongba?" Qisuo expected that Busha's attack was vicious and vicious, his martial arts were extraordinary, and the beggar gang didn't know how many people died before trying to save him. He felt apologetic and cared about himself. friends.

"My gang is safe and well, and I will be back when Chongba is young. Brother Taiji, don't be impatient." The elder smiled, his face was covered with wrinkles. "Where is this place?" Qi Suo asked, looking around. "It's only 30 miles away from Nuanfenggang, on Qinghe Mountain. It's well hidden here, and thieves won't disturb it. Our gang has also dispatched the best eight-pocket and nine-pocket elders from nearby to guard it. Brother Taiji, you can do whatever you want." Don't worry." The elder said, this time the lord was in trouble, the ten nine-pocket elders arrived within five days, and all of them have martial arts that are not inferior to the monks who have studied martial arts in Shaolin Dharma Academy.

Qisuo heard the faint sound of wind and thunder in the sound of water in the distance, and asked Hongzhong to take his hand and stroll over. "There is a small waterfall there. Although it is small, it is very fast. Only you can hear Junbao and Lingxue practicing swords there." Hong Zhong laughed, looking at Qisuo's arm. The two walked towards the waterfall, and the two elders followed far behind. In the pine forest, they also saw a few beggar gang disciples with strong martial arts who were on guard. Qisuo passed by, and they all bowed their hands to Qisuo. Beside the waterfall, Qisuo saw Junbao lying under the tree, watching Lingxue practice swordsmanship, occasionally giving pointers at important points, but Lingxue, who has always been proud and irritable, surprisingly did not contradict him.

Lingxue's swordsmanship is no longer complicated and cumbersome as before, but it is still like a celestial maiden's wonderful dance. The bonding between moves is full of chic aura. Occasionally, if she changes her move, it will be a killer move. Lingxue was originally extremely talented, and was able to think about the changes in swordsmanship from Huarazimo's ancient dance. With Junbao's suggestion of simplifying the complexity, the swordsmanship immediately improved by leaps and bounds. "The sword walks the clear spirit, good swordsmanship." Qi Suo praised. Lingxue didn't stop dancing the sword, and Jun Bao, who was lying under the tree, turned to look at Qisuo.

"I'm better than you, I woke up two days earlier than you." Jun Bao was rather proud. "Really? Then how many days have you slept?" Qi Suo smirked. "Fourteen days." Jun Bao smiled. "Then I haven't slept for sixteen days?" Qisuo was surprised, except that he had slept in the mother's womb for ten months, he had never slept so long like today. "We are thankful for being able to wake up this time, so why not sleep for a few days? Life is long, but a leisurely sleep." Jun Bao laughed and lay down lazily. But Qisuo heard something was wrong from Jun Bao's laughter.

The zhenqi in Jun Bao's body is full and full, but it flows stagnantly and clogged between the holes, bumping up and down, making it look big and useless.It's not that Jun Bao is lazy at this moment, but that he is simply weak all over. "Junbao, get up and step on the well, it's very useful." Qi Suo suggested. Relying on the trick of stepping round and flat, Qisuo dispelled the domineering true energy of the magic finger to dispel nothingness, and even used it to widen the pores of the true energy. Jun Bao should also need it at this moment. Jun Bao smiled, but did not speak.

"Treading round is just like us..." Qisuo was about to explain the magic method of stepping round when he suddenly saw Lingxue stabbing him with a sword. Qisuo was shocked, and instinctively wanted to stretch out his hand to push it away, but he forgot that his hands were injured and could not move. Lingxue's sword stopped at Qisuo's throat, and the tip of the sword cut a little bit of flesh, but Hong Zhong bowed his head in silence. Looking at Lingxue's eyes full of resentment, Qisuo started to panic.But it wasn't Lingxue's sword that panicked. "Lingxue..." Jun Bao said calmly. The sword in Lingxue's hand was sheathed with a snap, and she turned around and left without saying a word. "Tayuan, right? I've done it before, but this time it doesn't seem to work." Although Jun Bao sighed, his face was unrestrained. Qisuo's whole body was like an incinerator, and his heart kept sinking. "Your listening skill should be at home, should you recognize it?" Jun Bao barely supported the big tree, and got up staggeringly, as if he was drunk. It turns out that when Qisuo and Busha Daoist faced each other head-to-head, Jun Bao stood behind Qisuo, channeling the power of Busha into himself with his whole life skills, and then poured it on the ground under his feet, so that Qisuo's muscles and veins would not be broken . As soon as Qisuo fainted, Busha immediately attacked Qisuo in a round to kill Qisuo. Jun Bao and Zhao Daming stood in front of the fainted Qisuo, and joined hands to forcefully catch all the dragon claws who did not kill Lishi Chuanyan. The air was filled with the terrifying sound of internal and external forces intertwining and biting, making it impossible for the heroes to get close. Relying on his high fighting spirit, Zhao Daming was still unstoppable to see the dragon in the field, but Jun Bao, who was slightly less powerful, gradually felt exhausted, his hands began to numb, and the true energy in his body was scattered and wandering. Under the impact of endless force, they broke one by one. Zhao Daming at the side saw something was wrong, gritted his teeth and shouted "Look at my shit", Bu Sha was startled suddenly, Zhao Daming reversed his hands, grabbed Qisuo and Jun Bao and threw them violently, throwing the two heroes away far away. Knowing that he had hit the target, he was furious, taking advantage of Zhao Daming's lack of defense, he hooked his claws towards Zhao Daming's spine.Zhao Daming suffered from the pain, so he slapped the last two palms with a bang. Just as Zhao Daming was in danger, a group of wasps with unknown origin roared in from a distance, all attacking Busha. How can a mere swarm of bees be able to deal with such extraordinary martial arts without killing?The place where you don't want to kill becomes calm, with your sleeves fluttering, blowing up bursts of energy to prevent the bee swarm from approaching, and occasionally the bee swarm that can't dodge it is knocked unconscious by the two biting cyclones and falls to the ground. But there are thousands of bee swarms, they don't know how to be afraid, and they attack Busha endlessly. Looking carefully, the attack of the bee swarm can faintly show the changes of the five elements. Busha listened calmly amidst the sound of the bee swarm. A low-pitched flute sound was indistinct from a high place, as if it was the black hand behind the urging of the bee swarm. Busha immediately picked up a stone on the ground and threw it over, the sound of the flute was still humming Misty, urging the bee swarm to attack more and more violently, disturbing them so much that they almost couldn't open their eyes.Bu Sha threw dozens of stones in succession before the sound of the flute quietly stopped. But Zhao Daming, Jun Bao, and Qisuo had disappeared, and the crowd dispersed in a hurry. If you don't kill, you will be extremely angry, and after catching up with the heroes, killing several people indiscriminately, you can barely regain your mind. "Even if they escape, they are still three cripples." Busha shook the blood on his hand, looking at the red moon. Indeed, three useless people. "The tendons are broken. My whole body is limp now. I have no internal energy, but no energy." Jun Bao leaned against the tree, looking very hard, but he still smiled, "Qisuo, if you find the way to adopt internal energy, Zhao Bedbug and I will give you all of our internal strength, you have the strengths of the three, and you will be able to defeat them after a few years of hard training. I will give you all the responsibility, but you should be more conscious." Qisuo was shocked, and an ominous premonition emerged in his heart. Hong Zhong's little hands squeezed him tightly, but he was still unconscious. "Ye son! Daddy's hand is your hand! Your hand is daddy's hand! From now on we will never be separated again hahahahahahaha! I just said how could we have such a good relationship and get married as father and son at first sight. I asked Daddy to give you two good hands! Hahahahahahaha!" Zhao Daming just woke up, laughing loudly, lying on the big bamboo recliner. Four beggar gang disciples carried the reclining chairs, two of them were Xu Da and Chang Yuchun whom Qisuo had met, while Chong Ba and several elders of the beggar gang followed behind with a sad face. Qisuo looked at his hands that he couldn't raise in a panic, Hongzhong knew what he meant, so he gently held up his hands for him to take a closer look. Thick, foul-smelling, and dark, it wasn't my own hand at all! "This is... what's going on here?" Qi Suo had already guessed what was going on, and the sadness in his heart was greater than other feelings, but the change was unimaginable, and he couldn't believe it for a while. "Not only is Jun Bao's whole body broken, but in order to save you and Jun Bao, Chief Zhao also gave that bald donkey a discount of three inches from his lumbar spine. The number one genius doctor in the world, Xu Bai, finally asserted that Chief Zhao would never be able to stand up again for the rest of his life. You, your hands were also damaged by that bald donkey, nine out of ten tendons and veins were broken, and the bones leaked out. Even if these hands are born again, they will not be able to perform the same martial arts as before." Rubbing in the red Wipe and shed tears. Since the situation was so bad that it couldn't get any worse, the so-called miracle doctor finally came to piece things together in vain. The disused arm from which Qisuo was cut off and Zhao Daming's thick arm were swapped with each other, and the tendons and blood vessels in the arms of the two men were sutured with miraculous techniques. The arms are just like your own. "Is it so magical?" Qisuo tilted her head. "That still depends on the perfect harmony between our father and son!" Zhao Daming was triumphant, and he didn't regret losing his arm at all. At the end of the day, he had to say in vain that the ability to change hands and feet was not difficult. He guessed that Hua Tuo in the Three Kingdoms period had such abilities, and perhaps there were famous doctors who were good at this earlier.But the blood nature of each person is different. If people with different blood natures exchange hands and feet, they will have a fever, vomit, and the wounds will fester and rot, and they will both die in the end. Fortunately, Zhong Xubai developed a special powder that can test the difference of blood nature of each person. After a test, Qisuo and Zhao Daming's blood compatibility is not rejected. The most domineering and dirtiest hands in the world. "Can't other bones, such as tiger or leopard bones, be used to replace Brother Zhao's broken lumbar vertebrae?" Qisuo looked at Hongzhong's clasped hands and couldn't believe it. But the truth is right in front of us, it's such a mess. "Fuck! I forgot this trick! Go find that genius doctor to settle the score!" Zhao Daming was so annoyed that he really wanted to order the four people carrying the bamboo chairs to leave. Qisuo looked at Jun Bao, who smiled slightly, but it was not difficult to see that there was unspeakable suffering in Jun Bao's free and easy manner.Qiang Zi's unrestrained face is the saddest to see. "I left you behind to roam the rivers and lakes for three years. I was in the limelight, and I met you again in a crisis. God has treated me kindly. Enough, Qisuo. Enough." Jun Bao felt lost, "Then it must be said in vain, As long as I exercise well, I should be able to be no different from ordinary people in three years, but my zhenqi holes are scattered, and I can no longer use martial arts." Qisuo took a deep breath, but was almost out of breath. God locked the two of them in Shaolin, and the other left the mountain to wander.Now the two meet again with great difficulty, but they have exhausted one's martial arts and let the other fly alone. Is it possible that these two people only have the destiny to share the dream of being a hero overnight? "Let's not talk about it. If you have wine today, you will be drunk today. Keep the pictures to reflect the history." Jun Bao deliberately imitated Qisuo's habitual use of idioms, "Let's ask that big bug for a few jars of wine, and we brothers will have a good drink tonight. " "It couldn't be better." Qisuo nodded and held Jun Bao's hand. That night, the two talked all night by the waterfall. Jun Bao, who has always been quiet and reticent, used the simplest way to tell his experience of going through the rivers and lakes in the past three years, including how to comprehend the profound principles of martial arts while fighting with the seven Busha disciples, how to Dealing with corrupt officials, how to eradicate bullies in the world, how to paint gold paint to pretend to be the Qisuo version of Tai Chi. The more Jun Bao downplays, the more Qisuo asks. Qisuo, who was flying and escaping, also exaggerated the hilarious story of how he defended the Eighteen Bronze Men's Formation. When it came to the process of desperately competing with the round and dirty generations of the Bodhidharma Academy, Jun Bao's whole body was scalded with blood, and he wished he could At that time, there was a fight on the sidelines. Qi Suozi also explained in detail the process of how he fought against Zhen Mozhi, and with Zi'an's speculation and the appearance of the abbot, Jun Bao was amazed. "It's really strange. It turns out that the man in black who always sneaks up on me in the dark is the abbot." When Jun Bao said this, Caijiao Qisuo was very surprised. It turned out that Jun Bao was attacked by a mysterious man in black not long after he was walking in the rivers and lakes. With Jun Bao's martial arts at that time, he had no room to fight back, so he was blocked by the acupuncture points and knocked down. Subduing Jun Bao, forcibly instilling domineering zhenqi into Jun Bao's eight meridians, causing Jun Bao to suffer so much that he would faint every time. From then on, every full moon night, Jun Bao would feel a heart-wrenching burning sensation. Fortunately, another martial arts expert pointed out the word "Ta Yuan" in the dark. His domineering spirit calmed down. But the mysterious man in black never gave up, and would sneak up on Jun Bao every once in a while, instilling domineering zhenqi to kill Jun Bao, but Jun Bao often survived half-life and half-death by relying on the stepping round method.Unexpectedly, the pores of Jun Bao's true energy opened wide, and his power continued to increase. After thinking about it, Jun Bao figured out that the man in black must be a martial arts senior with deep intentions. When the man in black was about to attack Jun Bao for the last time, Jun Bao tried his best to resist with all his knowledge and wanted to ask for clarification, but seeing that he could not succeed, the man in black used his lightness kung fu to leave without hesitation, leaving him in great confusion. Puzzled Junbao. "I don't think what Zi'an said is wrong. The abbot may be a good man who can't tell the truth." Qi Suo said, "In these ridiculous years, being a good man would be timid." "I'm stupid, every time it hurts, it's too late, and I didn't think that the domineering true energy would be the magic finger." Jun Baotu sighed, "If I knew, I would rush to Shaolin Temple and tell you how to crack the magic finger." If we use this method, we will be able to travel together sooner!" The two began to randomly talk about the real face of the abbot of Shaolin Temple, the more they talked about it, the more strange it became, with grotesque persuasions, for example, the abbot is actually the bright side of the personality who does not kill Yirong, or the long-lost Master Buku Dai Shangren Leather mask, or else, Prime Minister Wen is not dead at all, and puts on makeup to act like a master abbot. When it came to the nonsense, both of them laughed. "Qisuo, for the past three years, I have lived a life of fear. I am afraid that I will die miserably under the arrows whistling in the dark from nowhere. I am afraid that a flashing god will be hit by a heavy hand. There will be no day to meet again." Jun Bao leaned against the big tree and felt so drunk, swaying drunk. Qisuo burst into tears, surrounded by empty wine jars. "The Tartars occupied my country, took my wife and daughter, and enslaved thousands of Han people. A gentleman who helped people measure characters in the rivers and lakes told me that the Tartars will be exhausted, and all kinds of monsters and snakes will surely come out to compete in the Central Plains." , Is it true? How can I, a martial artist, know? I only know..." Jun Bao said seriously, "It's you, Qisuo, let those demons and heretics see what it means to see a hero." Qisuo closed her eyes, and a gust of wind blew up countless fallen leaves. "The boxing we created together on the roof of the firewood house in Shaolin, let's use your name to make it more famous, and call it Taijiquan. Respect Taijiquan!" Jun Bao calmly drank the last jar of wine. Qisuo raised his head, his throat rolling. He could no longer let the tears flow. The hero's dream has just changed hands. That kind of dream, that kind of hero, everyone can only look at his back forever, so they can't see his tears. When Qisuo woke up the next day, Junbao had left without saying goodbye. Lingxue couldn't find Junbao, and was so angry that she rode her horse after him aimlessly, even ignoring Hongzhong. Hongzhong said that Junbao's behavior is not as good as before, and he will eventually teach Lingxue to find it. The two happy friends go back to the mountains and forests together, which is not a happy ending that belongs to heroes. Qisuo didn't answer. Just look at the moon.