Chapter 398 (1/2)

When I was a child, because I had a good family, I should have been the owner of street fighting dogs and calling friends, but this child just liked to learn martial arts.

In addition, the martial arts master in the family is the external disciple from these 18 families.

If you really have two brushes, you can lay down the foundation of the client when he was a child.

With the client's martial arts talent and understanding gradually revealed, his martial arts master directly informed Gu Zheng's parents, took him with his luggage roll, and went to the deep mountain where the 18 Wulin families were located.

It is said that these 18 families are famous in the way. I think when the emperor of the great Song Dynasty started, he still had a drink with these 18 families in Shaolin and had a duel with them in martial arts.

Since then, even if the Wulin status of these 18 families has been confirmed, they follow the rules handed down from generation to generation, which have been negotiated with the founding emperor for generations.

We only sneak in the mountains. We can be a Ranger or an assassin, but we can't form a force. We can take in large-scale disciples until we become an army force.

This was what the founding emperor was most worried about at the beginning, but with the passage of time, their royal people found that, hey, these Wulin people are too easy to deceive?

Adhering to a promise, I have really lain in the mountains for many years.

In addition to meeting people with good qualifications or professors among close people, it is true that martial arts are secret and fulfill the promise of the hermit family.

This comes and goes, the emperor's old son's attention is not on them. It has been handed down from generation to generation. At present, the reigning Huizong has forgotten that there is such a wave of people.

The clients of this world were sent to the deep mountains where the eighteen families were located and followed a group of old men for ten years.

Because his brain is single-minded and his talent in martial arts is extremely high, he has basically turned out the unique skills of those old men.

In the words of his masters, within ten years, there will be a great martial arts master in the whole Jianghu, and no one in the whole Wulin will compare with him.

In this regard, the client is not complacent. He still studies with the masters' Wulin secrets and forgets to eat and sleep.

Until this time, the old men and masters found that they were not quite right.

Now Gu Zheng is 18 years old. He has never seen the troubles in the world. The most important thing is that he has never seen a decent young woman except when he saw several little girls with snot in his neighbors as a child and the old granny cooking for their dying old men in the deep mountain and old forest.

You know, heroes are short of spirit, heroes are sad about beauty. The reason why these words exist is that women are too destructive.

Men who are well-informed outside can eventually be planted in the hands of women. Isn't their apprentice, a simple little Eagle like a piece of white paper, going to be eaten by those evil women?

At the thought of such a result, the old men were not calm.

They found Master Wu, who had led the client up at the beginning. They explained it again and again, then waved a big hand at the client and motioned: apprentice, you have almost learned this skill and have a seven point heat.

It's time to go down the mountain.

And you've been up the mountain for ten years, and the family must miss you very much, right?

As for you, first follow your former cheap master down the mountain, go home and enjoy the happiness of your family. Then, take our recommendation sign, go to the famous hotel in the mountain, take a walk and have a look, and compete with the children hidden under the door of some old friends.

Feel what Jianghu is and learn how a Jianghu child should behave.

The trustor of martial arts thought he should go down the mountain after mastering all the skills of Shifu.

But after hearing that they could compete everywhere, the excitement became unbearable.

Pack up and say goodbye to Shifu. Then he followed elder martial brother Qian down the mountain.

Looking back here, it should have been a stereotyped story of Wulin elites.

Born in a famous family, solid Kung Fu, simple and honest.

In ordinary martial arts novels, this should be the protagonist's close friend. Of course, if the book takes the underworld protagonist as the background, it is the protagonist's old enemy.

But the problem is that life is more complex than a novel can cover.

When Gu Zheng and his senior brother Jiang came to Gu Zheng's hometown according to their memory, they found that it had become a piece of scorched earth.

The ruins seem to have existed for several years, but judging from the scorched earth and dark brown blood, this place must not have been destroyed by natural disasters.

This is a man-made disaster.

Seeing the scene here, Gu Zheng's first reaction was to find the government for inspection, but he was stopped by the old martial arts master and now senior brother Jiang who had been wandering in the Jianghu.

He took Gu Zheng back from here and walked in the direction of several small villages he had passed nearby.

After pretending to be passers-by from other places, they got the news they wanted to know at a small roadside tea stall that provided tea for passers-by.

At this time, senior brother Jiang, with a Jianghu atmosphere, deliberately added a third of his rudeness and recklessness. In this way, he put the sword at his waist on the table.