Chapter 82 No More Escape (Subscription Request)
Chapter 82 82. No more running away (please subscribe)
Son-in-law of the An family, guest of Shanhe martial arts hall, partner of Madam Zhushan
These are the three identities Song Cheng obtained after leaving Tanghe Village.
Son-in-law of the An family helped him solve the problem of road permit and settlement;
Guest of Shanhe martial arts hall helped him solve the problem of being in the dark and unaware of the battle situation outside;
Partner of Madam Zhushan allowed him to understand another battlefield and roughly know some strategic situations through Madam Zhushan.
In addition, he was slightly relieved.
Because, after contacting these forces, he began to find that these high-level officials were a little different from what he initially worried about.
These forces are not good-for-nothings, they are not constantly fighting among themselves, they are not just in name, but they can really stand up to things.
So far, whether it is the front battlefield or the ghost servant battlefield, it is these three major forces that are resisting.
When Song Cheng was thinking about it, the sedan chair had already entered the An family.
Madam Zhushan wrapped herself in a heavy, rustic robe, and looked at the boy with her fat face, saying, "Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Song. There will be many such emergencies in the future that require you to go with me anytime and anywhere."
Song Cheng shook his head.
Hard work?
He was miserable.
This is because Madam Zhushan had fixed all the targets, and he just went forward and killed them one by one.
Where was it miserable?
"It's the senior who is hard-working. The senior silently guards the city, but outsiders don't know." Song Cheng said with a smile.
In his eyes, Madam Zhushan is not his peer, but a senior with many stories.
Even though she has a charming and seductive side, she only regards this side as a killer move, not her daily self.
Usually, she is just an ugly fat woman wrapped in a rustic robe and disfigured with a special ointment.
Madam Zhushan said no more and got off the car. It was very tiring to perform illusions, and the repeated side effects made her feel uncomfortable. Her body was not strong, and even in terms of martial arts alone, even a rough man in the village with a sickle could kill her.
Song Cheng also returned to the courtyard.
Ling'er climbed up from the bed and directed the maid to boil water for her son-in-law to bathe.
Song Cheng leaned back in the large pottery jar of warm water.
The bright moon was in the sky. In the eyes of ordinary people, it was emitting bright moonlight, but in his eyes, it was a large ink ball that fell into the water. Strands of ink were spreading from it, like twisted water plants in the dark riverbed, like the long hair of a dead body in the deep water, like the tentacles of demons in the unknown sea.
'What is this world?'
Song Cheng looked for a while, lowered his head, and dived into the water.
He began to think about the future.
'Should I run, run, run, or run? "
This choice was not easy to make.
The young man murmured in his heart: "Or should I take root in one place and develop steadily? '
For the first time, Song Cheng had other ideas in his heart.
It's not that he was infected by the enthusiasm of others, but if there are ghost tides and ghost servants everywhere, then instead of running around and constantly contacting a new weird environment and adapting to new interpersonal relationships, it is better to attract people and make the place where he is as solid as a rock.
The boy thought for a long time.
He murmured: "It looks good."
"Yawn~~"
The little tea girl yawned all the time. She didn't know what the uncle squeaked, so she just said: "Uncle, do you want to have a midnight snack? The master of the temple sent a lot of good ingredients, and everyone will have a good taste."
"Eat."
Song Cheng replied.
The little tea girl said "Oh", and then ran away to make a midnight snack. She was called up in the early morning and now she is awake. She is hungry, so she will follow the uncle to make something.
The days were "calm" for two days.
But during these two days, the An family was very nervous. From time to time, someone would run out and ask anxiously, "Is it on fire?", "Is it on fire?", "It smells so burnt" and other questions.
There was even one time when someone shouted "The fire broke out," and many people came running in panic with buckets and basins, only to be told "No fire, go away."
An Mansion was so "calm."
Boom!
Another explosion.
The iron stove cover was blown away.
Tong Niangzi sat not far away in amazement, watching the cover flying in the air, "woooo woooo," and not knowing where it would hit the unfortunate land.
Snap.
The cover finally fell to the ground.
Tong Niangzi covered her ears in fear and dodged to the side as if she had been electrocuted.
Under the eaves, Madam Zhushan was still wearing a heavy, rustic robe. She watched quietly, sniffed her nose, closed her eyes and thought for a while, then looked at Tong Jia and said lightly: "Tell me what went wrong this time."
Her calm voice was filled with the majesty of a teacher.
The young lady hurriedly got up and walked to Madam Zhushan, and told her thoughts one by one like a child who had made a mistake.
Madam Zhushan patiently explained to her, breaking it down and speaking slowly.
The young lady tried again.
This time, she succeeded.
The young lady cheered.
Madam Zhushan also smiled.
The master and the apprentice walked to a place and began to test the efficacy of the medicine again.
At dusk, the house began to turn yellow like an old picture album.
The young lady suddenly asked: "Teacher, do I have any other brothers and sisters?"
Madam Zhushan was silent for a while and said: "I didn't plan to teach anyone, and teaching you was just an accident."
If it weren't for the vicious ghost servants in the last wave of ghosts; if her medicine man partner hadn't died; if she hadn't noticed that a ghost servant wanted to attack this time; if Song Cheng hadn't happened to be a blind man; If it hadn't been for so many, she wouldn't have made this deal, wouldn't have known Tong Jia, let alone discovered it.
In fact, it is quite good to teach someone.
In fact, she really needed to teach someone.
The young lady asked like a child: "Then, there is none?"
Mrs. Zhushan said: "No."
The young lady chuckled and said, "Then I am your eldest disciple."
Mrs. Zhushan seemed to be infected by her and nodded slightly.
However, she was not prepared to teach a second one.
The source of her power and knowledge were both unexpected and unknown. Although she only imparted the knowledge of a virgin and not her power, it was enough to have such a student.
Thinking of this, she said sternly: "Take a rest and continue."
But after saying that, she looked at the sun again and realized that it was already dusk, so she changed her words: "You go to Xiao Song for dinner first. After dinner, we will study for a while in the evening. I don't know how long I can teach you as a teacher."
The young lady was silent for a moment and said with a smile: "If you don't eat with him, eat with the teacher."
As she spoke, she took the arm of the ugly fat woman in a rustic thick robe intimately.
Mrs. Zhushan was stunned for a moment, and instinctively wanted to get angry, shout out "Wantless", or break away and then blame. But, she didn't do anything after all, she just let the disciple who was much younger than her hold her arm, and then said softly in a not-so-cold voice: "Okay."
At night.
People are quiet at first, and the moon is bright.
Outside the screen window, you can see the fields of lotus leaves in the pond.
Miss An has too many things to do, and it is impossible to work "9 to 5". Recently, she has connected with the super large channel "Zhushan Temple", and she is even more busy and has never returned.
Ling'er is the housekeeper of the inner house, and she has no time to spare when she runs around.
In the small courtyard, the person accompanying Song Cheng turned out to be Ying'er.
Ying'er dances with the knife.
Song Cheng is pushing the "old man's boxing" and practicing internally.
He thought about it carefully later. If he could "take root in one place and develop steadily", he would really have to be stronger.
But is he strong now?
Can he defeat an army?
Does he have the guts to go through the Hanping Mansion and the eighteen counties several times with one sword and kill all the ghost servants?
‘Not even close. ’
‘It’s not safe enough. ’
The young man gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and danced slowly like a snail without any strong wind, but his body had already exploded, and the strong energy was like a loach entering the oil pan for the first time, going crazy. dance.
The night wind blew, and a leaf floated by and fell on his shoulder.
His mind moved, his thoughts moved, and the strength on his shoulders was released.
The fallen leaves seemed to be tied with explosives and detonated directly, and the dust from the explosion was gone.
Ying'er rubbed her eyes, thinking she had seen something wrong.
Three days passed in a flash.
On this day, the news of "Mrs. Zhushan's acceptance of a disciple" finally spread. The whole city knew about it and was shocked.
The foreign affairs envoy Shi from the Shanhe Martial Arts School seemed to have found a way out, and came to visit with gifts. After finding the young lady, he did not show any airs, but looked at it from the perspective of an old father, and in the manner of a clumsy-tongued martial artist. He begged the virgin to save his son.
The young lady had known about this for a long time and said, "I will try my best."
Foreign Minister Shi was overjoyed and bowed deeply to the young lady.
On this day, the Fucheng Army, which had been out for nearly a month, finally sent back some news.
bloody battle!
A fierce battle!
The government army took action, and the closed-door six towns responded from behind, blocking the barbarian's attack!
The whole city cheered.
However, all the "Mancheng" received was "news that they could hear, reporting good news but not bad news."
As for worries, Song Cheng knows everything about them.
This military situation is a word game.
"Blocked" means "blocked", but it doesn't mention the corpses strewn across the battlefield at all, let alone the Great Barbarian King of the Northern Barbarians and only one Golden Tent King from the Four Golden Tents taking action.
At the same time, Song Cheng also learned another important information from Mrs. Zhushan.
That is, the highest state of martial arts training is actually the state above the "form" state.
Although they are not top figures from the perspective of the entire Dashang world, such as the big shop owner and Lao Duwu, they are still in the same realm as those top figures.
The strength of various major forces actually lies in the "military" rather than "individuals".
This made Song Cheng secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
At first, he thought that there were at least "Xuan-level" forces in the Great Shang Dynasty, but now it seems that even if there are Xuan-level forces, they are very few.
In fact, it makes sense when you think about it. Why are the warriors in the imperial capital so strong while those stationed at the border are weak?
Isn’t this counter-intuitive?
Those stationed at the border are to resist the Northern Barbarians, shouldn't they be stronger?
With Mrs. Zhushan here, Song Cheng's grasp of the overall situation began to gradually deepen, and the idea of "escape" in his heart became weaker and weaker, because there was no point in escaping and changing places. It was really better to take root here and "farm" well. right.
This day, midnight.
Song Cheng was sleeping soundly next to Miss An, when he suddenly heard Mrs. Zhushan's voice coming from outside the door.
"Xiao Song, the guests are here."
Song Cheng opened his long snow-white legs that were wrapped around his waist and said, "Here he comes."
With that said, he quickly put on his clothes, grabbed his sword and shield, got into the sedan chair, and went to a barren mountain. At dawn, six ghost servants arrived.
Madam Zhushan performed the Fox Dance, and he quickly attacked and resolved the battle in minutes.
The two got on the sedan chair again and returned to the mansion.
The young man went to bed to catch up on his sleep, but the eldest lady was gone.
The couple spent less time together and more time apart, and both were busy.
On the empty bed, Song Cheng rolled over, hugged the pillow, and fell asleep.
Even in his dreams, he was thinking about martial arts and becoming stronger.
Absorb everything, digest everything, deduce to the extreme, and then let the days settle down!