Chapter 832 (1/2)
Chen Kai's words spread all over the city. When all the Wufu heard it, they all bowed their heads and thought more.
”Hahaha... Hahaha...”
In the camp of the demon family army, the old man on the moon has laughed and burst into tears, but he is still laughing.
In the military tent, the old man named Mi Lan also touched his beard, smiled and shook his head: ”Chen Kai... Chen Kai, a yellow haired child, said some truth...”
”That's true...”
The old man wiped his tears.
”It's not just the martial arts masters of the Chen family who are fastidious about forging ahead, 'whatever you are, I only have one fist', but all the martial arts masters in ancient times! That's all! ”
As he spoke, the old man flashed a look of remembrance in his eyes:
”At that time, which warrior would think that his ultimate opponent was a man or a demon?
Which martial artist doesn't practice boxing to smash the heads of those gods?
Which martial artist thinks he can really live? ”
”No.” The old man shook his head. ”Ancient Wufu, everyone thinks he must die! But even when they knew they would die, they still hammered themselves madly just to punch the God! Here! That's the Wufu! ”
”Now? Although the Chen Wufu have been trained in the battlefield since childhood, they have indeed experienced desperate life and death.
But these desperate lives and deaths are forced out and passive.
Who knows that he will die on the battlefield in the future, but he doesn't want to run to the battlefield just to ”die”?
No... Really no
Chen Wufu is like this. What kind of boxing do they practice when they hide in Wanli city and enjoy the glorious flowers of the world?
What are they practicing boxing for?
The respect of the world? treasure? Beauty? Or power? ”——————————————————————————————————
Two days later, Jiang Lin came to a vast green bamboo forest.
Looking at the vast green bamboo forest in front of him, Jiang Lin was at a loss.
”How can I see people again? Moreover, the flower picker has a good reputation. The other party won't hear his name and draw the knife directly? ”
Thinking, Jiang Lin is a little flustered
Forget it! Big deal, run!
Take a deep breath and breathe in the bamboo forest, Jiang Lin's boxing, and the spirit's voice: ”the river of the Wutong Prefecture, presumptuous to visit, and ask Mrs. Green to forgive me.”
Jiang Lin's words spread slowly among the green bamboos.
In the bamboo forest, a little girl picking bamboo shoots heard a man's voice coming in, raised her head and lowered her head.
Anyway, it's a little white face who wants to be kept by green bamboo adults. Just ignore it.
In the courtyard deep in the bamboo forest, the green bamboo lady who was painting in the courtyard heard the voice of Jiang Lin, the catkin shook gently, and a touch of green ink drops fell on the picture
”Madam, I'm sorry. Xiaocui will drive the curfew away right away.”
The disciple in charge of ink research next to him bowed and put down his inkstone. He was about to leave the forest and drive the irritable generation away.
”Wait...”
The graceful lady straightened up slowly and pressed her undulating chest with catkin. I don't know how many years, her heart has never been so fast.
”Xiao Cui.”
”Madam?”
”I see my dressing now. Does it look good?”
”Hmm???”
When Xiaocui leaves, Jiang Lin naturally sits in the bamboo Pavilion. On the bamboo table in the pavilion, the tea is still warm, and even the whole pavilion is filled with a good smell of fragrance.