The Ascension Plan of the Ancestral Star of the Shuttles

[4.Chapter 4 They have arrived]

"Brother Zhou, Uncle Wang, the world is so big that we are separated by tens of thousands of miles. There are thousands of people in the world. It is a great fate that we can meet in the vast sea of ​​people."

"Not much to say, for this fate, let's go one."

"Mr. Li is well said, respect Mr. Li."

Zhou Dongsheng and Uncle Wang picked up their bowls, touched Li Fei, and took a sip each.

After putting down the bowl, Li Fei greeted: "Come, move your chopsticks and try my handicraft."

Everyone finally started. The grilled fish was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, crispy and delicious, and the fish soup was also delicious and rich. Several people ate it with salivation and exclaimed that it was delicious.

Zhou Dongsheng praised: "Scholars always say that a gentleman stays away from the kitchen, but I never imagined that Mr. Li has such a skill."

Li Fei said with a smile: "Wandering around by myself, I will gradually be able to do everything."

Uncle Wang asked curiously: "I haven't asked where Mr. Li is from? Why did he travel the world alone?"

Li Fei said with a sad expression: "I am from Dadu. I was abandoned by the roadside when I was still a baby. I was picked up by Master and raised."

"After the death of the master, I have no worries. Since then, I have traveled around the world and seen all kinds of life. The world is hot and cold. It can be regarded as a kind of practice!"

After listening to Li Fei's words, Zhou Dongsheng and Uncle Wang sighed softly, it turned out that they were also lonely people.

Zhou Zhiruo looked at Li Fei with some sympathy.

Uncle Wang took a sip of his wine, put down his bowl and said in a deep voice, "Since the Tartars are ruling the world, life for us Han people has become more and more difficult."

"Your young master Li is not the only one who is homeless and helpless in this world? My child..."

Speaking of this, Uncle Wang's eyes turned red, "If my child hadn't been captured by the Tartars, I should have embraced my grandson by now."

Zhou Dongsheng's face changed slightly, and he subconsciously turned his head to look around. Seeing that there was no one around, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

If such words reach the ears of the Tartars, they will lose their heads.

Hearing this, Li Fei picked up the wine bowl and drank half of it in one go, then said in a concentrated voice: "Uncle Wang, watch! The Tartars will not be dancing for a few years, and sooner or later, the country will return to our Han people."

"Snapped"

Uncle Wang slapped his thigh, raised his wine bowl and said harshly, "Just say this to Mr. Li, I respect you."

Li Fei picked up the bowl and touched him, each drank the rest of the wine in the bowl, Zhou Dongsheng picked up the bowl and took a sip silently.

Uncle Wang unplugged the wine gourd and filled it again for several people, and the wine gourd was drained.

This wine gourd can hold three catties of wine, originally it was reserved by Uncle Wang for half a month, but today he met the right person, he did not hesitate to drink it up.

After all, this meal of fish is more than the price of three catties of shochu.

The humidity on the river is heavy, and the boatman lives on the boat all year round. Drinking a moderate amount of alcohol every day can help expel moisture and prevent rheumatism and other problems, so shochu is just needed for the boatman.

Zhou Dongsheng also prepared wine, and after the three of them drank up Uncle Wang's wine, Zhou Dongsheng also took out his own wine.

If Zhou Zhiruo doesn't drink, it's not a big problem. Anyway, the girl will be married when she is fifteen or sixteen years old, so she doesn't have to follow him on the river anymore.

In the end, everyone drank no more than a catty and a half, and sat there staggering and dazed.

Li Fei seldom drinks alcohol, but it's not bad to experience this dizzy feeling once in a while, so he doesn't use his skills to force him to drink.

Most of the more than ten catties of fish went to the belly of the three of them. Zhou Zhiruo only ate a small part, but she was already full.

The three adults were talking nonsense, and Zhou Zhiruo sensiblely packed the dishes and went to the river to wash the dishes.

After a while, Zhou Dongsheng and Uncle Wang got drunk and started to feel sleepy, so they went back to the cabin to sleep.

Li Fei sat cross-legged in the outer warehouse of the Zhou family's fishing boat and meditated. The alcohol was over, so he naturally wanted to force out the alcohol and regain his sobriety.

Zhou Zhiruo was still sitting on the threshold of the cabin, propping her chin and looking at Li Fei's side face in a daze, with a faint smile on her face.

About an hour later, Li Fei drew two circular arcs with his palms outward, pressed down from his chest to his dantian, and then opened his eyes.

Turning her head, she saw Zhou Zhiruo leaning against the cabin door, her little head was dozing off little by little.

Li Fei smiled slightly, stood up, and was about to sit on the side of the boat.

The movement of his getting up caused the fishing boat to shake slightly, and Zhou Zhiruo woke up.

"Brother Li, you're awake!"

Li Fei nodded with a smile, sat on the side of the boat, and after a few breaths of silence, suddenly asked: "Zhiruo, do you find it very hard for you to float on the boat with your father every day?"

Zhou Zhiruo was startled, lowered her head slightly, and said, "If Zhiruo doesn't work hard, daddy does."

What a sweet little padded jacket.

"Then do you want to change all of this so that Dad doesn't have to work so hard?"

Zhou Zhiruo raised her head blankly, looked at Li Fei and said, "Of course I want to, but..."

"Do you want to learn martial arts?"

Zhou Zhiruo's eyes lit up, she stood up abruptly, and said, "Do you want to learn martial arts like Brother Li?"

Li Fei smiled and said: "Yes, if you want to learn, I can teach you. If you practice martial arts well, you will be able to stand out from the crowd, and Dad doesn't have to work so hard."

Zhou Zhiruo nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and said repeatedly: "I want to learn, I want to learn, Brother Li, teach me!"

"Silly girl..." At this moment, Zhou Dongsheng's trembling voice sounded in the cabin, it turned out that he had already woken up.

He poked his head out from the cabin, and excitedly said to Zhou Zhiruo: "Mr. Li wants to teach you martial arts. It's your great fortune. Why don't you kneel down and kowtow to worship your teacher?"

Zhou Zhiruo woke up like a dream, bent her legs and was about to kneel down, but was supported by Li Fei.

"No, Brother Zhou, I'm still young, so I don't want to accept apprentices. If you don't mind, I want to recognize Zhiruo as my younger sister. Not only her, but you can also learn from her."

Zhou Dongsheng said in astonishment: "Me? I'm almost 30 years old, is there still time?"

Li Fei said seriously: "It's too late, I know a place where there is a kind of miraculous martial arts, even if you start practicing at a very young age, you can become a super master."

Zhou Dongsheng asked, "Where is that?"

Li Fei said: "Mount Zhongnan is nearly [-] miles away. You have two choices, either follow me and practice on the spot after obtaining the exercises, or I will go to obtain the exercises and come here to teach you."

Zhou Dongsheng and his daughter looked at each other, hesitant.

They have lived here for generations, not to mention eight hundred miles, they have never gone out even thirty miles, and the farthest they have gone is a dozen miles away to buy some oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar in Xianrendu Town.

Going to go [-] miles away all of a sudden, it can be said that the future is uncertain, so naturally I can't make up my mind for a while.

But let Li Fei go to obtain the secret book, and then come back to teach them, to put it bluntly, why?

Which onions are they?Why let people travel all the way for them?

Just when the father and daughter were hesitating, there was a burst of shouting in the distance.

"Hurry up, he ran to the river."

"Quick, quick, never let him escape."

Several people followed the prestige, but they saw a thick and bearded man with a child on his back, rushing out of the woods on the bank and running towards this side at a distance of tens of feet in front of the left.

After he ran for more than twenty feet, a group of people chased out of the woods.

Eight of them were Mongolian military officers holding bows and arrows and machetes hanging from their waists, and four were monks wearing monk hats like cockscombs and red monk robes.

Li Fei's expression changed, it was them, finally arrived.

He turned his head to look at the river, and sure enough, he saw a small boat rowing towards this side. Apart from the boatman, there was also an old Taoist with white beard and hair, immortal style, and wearing a gray Taoist robe standing on the boat.

[5.Chapter 5 evil nature]

Seeing this situation, Zhou Dongsheng was a little at a loss, and said panickedly: "It's a disaster, depending on the situation, that man is going to board a boat and escape for his life. Mr. Li, what shall we do?"

Li Fei raised his hand and said, "Brother Zhou, don't panic, just leave it to me."

After speaking, he jumped off the boat, took a few steps forward, and stood in front of the fishing boat.

When the man ran within ten feet, he shouted loudly: "Boater, quickly untie the rope, the Tartars are going to kill you!"

Hearing the man's words, Zhou Dongsheng trembled all over, subconsciously pressed Zhou Zhiruo's shoulders, and asked her to squat down, while he himself jumped off the boat and walked to the stake where the boat rope was tied.

However, he didn't untie the boat rope directly, but looked at Li Fei and said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Li, look at this..."

Li Fei said calmly: "Don't worry about it, just a few Tartar monks don't look down on me."

The Mongolian military officer and fan monk behind heard the man's words and threatened: "Don't sail the boat, or you will be killed."

"Humph."

Li Fei snorted coldly, and took the initiative to go forward.

As the man approached, Li Fei also saw his appearance clearly.

But he saw that the man was tall and strong, with long arms, a bearded face, and a magnificent appearance.

He carried a little boy who looked to be eight or nine years old on his back, walked like flying, and rushed to Li Fei in an instant.

Seeing a handsome young man with a long sword hanging from his waist in front of him, pressing the hilt of the sword with his hand, and striding forward to meet him, the man couldn't help but shudder.

He slowed down a bit, and shouted in his mouth: "Young hero, don't get me wrong, I'm not a thief, Tartar..."

Before the man finished speaking, Li Fei raised his hand and interrupted him: "Needless to say, I hate Tartars the most in my life, and the ones the Tartars want to arrest are the ones I want to save."

The man was overjoyed when he heard the words, and said quickly, "Well done, the Tartars are powerful, let's go quickly."

Li Fei sneered and said, "Why did you leave? Just kill them all."

The man was stunned for a moment, and said anxiously: "No, those monks are from the Vajra Sect of the Western Regions. Their martial arts are not weak, so they are difficult to deal with. They still have bows and arrows in their hands, so they are invincible!"

"The Vajra Gate of the Western Regions?"

Hearing what the man said, Li Fei not only showed no fear, but his eyes lit up.

A traveler like him, after traveling to a world he is familiar with, has a pretty good idea of ​​the strength values ​​of the characters in this world and his own strength.

It can be said to be clear about which ones I can't compete with at present, and which ones can be easily resolved by myself.

Naturally, he doesn't pay attention to a few tricks that don't even have names.

In just a few words, the Tartars chased him to a distance of fifteen zhang, and the Mongolian military officers raised their bows and arrows one after another, and shot with their arms raised.

Li Fei's eyes flashed brightly, his left foot kicked off the ground suddenly, and his figure instantly passed the man.

"Chong"

"Ding ding ding..."

There was only the sound of a long sword being unsheathed, followed by a series of crisp sounds of gold and iron.

When the man turned around, he only saw a few flashes of cold light in his eyes, and heard a continuous soft sound of "patta clatter".

Looking down, I saw that those falling on the ground and making noise were actually arrows.

The man couldn't help being dumbfounded, this young man was actually relying on the long sword in his hand to pick off the powerful arrows one by one.

What kind of vision, what kind of swordsmanship is this?

"Dugu Nine Swords" broken arrow style, which specializes in breaking all kinds of hidden weapons and arrows, has little to do with eyesight, and mainly relies on "the art of listening to the wind to distinguish weapons".

In order to practice this style, Li Fei had been "blind" for more than half a year.

He blindfolded his eyes and kept them on for more than half a year to exercise his hearing power. He was also a ruthless person.

After the ear power has been achieved, it is combined with the method of gathering the ears to increase the ear power, and begins to practice listening to the wind.

At the beginning, he asked a group of disciples to stand several feet away and hit him with stones.

After training until every sword can hit the stone accurately, let them hit him with blunt hidden weapons such as "Bodhi seed" or "locust stone".

After the blunt hidden weapon, there are willow leaf darts and other sharp weapons with a smaller sound and faster speed. Of course, they are blunted and sharp.

To be cracked technique concealed weapons practiced to a great success, the last is the mechanism category.

Such as wooden arrows without arrowheads, or even hand crossbows.

When Li Fei practiced the Broken Arrow Stance to a great degree, dozens of people surrounded him and shot him with hand crossbows. He could easily shoot down all the crossbow arrows in the Open Sword Stance.

How can these eight bows and arrows hurt him now?

The four foreign monks and eight military officers over there couldn't help but change their faces when they saw Li Fei showing such a powerful swordsmanship.

They stopped shooting arrows, and the military officers hung their longbows on their shoulders, drew out their scimitars and rushed forward, stopping just a few meters away from Li Feizhang.