The Invincible Art of Oriental Invincibility

At night, the maids on the porch of Dongfang Bubai’s courtyard hurried back and forth holding pots of bloody water. Summer and autumn came, and the leaves of the tall lingering flowers outside the porch had turned slightly yellow, but under the heavy night, it was pitch black. .

Standing at the entrance of Dongfang Bubai, Honggu took the basin filled with bloody water from a pair of knuckle hands from time to time when the closed door suddenly opened and closed, and then handed clean water in.

Repeatedly, until the water from the room becomes clean.

At the end, Honggu fell to her knees outside the door and wept uncontrollably: "Master, please rest."

No one answered her from the beginning to the end.

The room was pitch black, even the lights were not on, Dongfang Bubai sat quietly beside the bed, lying on the bed was Zhu Youtang's cleaned body, even though it was mutilated, it was still clean and decently dressed.

"I said I would burn you to ashes..." Dongfang Bubai's voice was faint, but his fingers were trembling as he grasped Zhu Youtang's already cold hand, his eyes were bloodshot in the dark night, "Tomorrow I will burn you... once and for all!" Dongfang Bubai's fingers were covered with blood, and his clothes were still torn and blood-stained. The wound on his chest stopped bleeding automatically, and the scabbed blood stuck to the clothes.

He lowered his head, slowly clenched Zhu Youtang's hand, and clenched his other hand into a fist on his knee. He gritted his teeth several times, but water still hit the robe on his thigh drop by drop, making it wet. clothes.

After a long time, he slowly opened his hands and held them in front of his eyes, the corners of his mouth raised and his laughter grew louder, but the tears in his eyes became more and more ruthless: "Yang Lianting, you are doing well! You are even more ruthless than me!"

Zhu Youtang on the bed closed his eyes serenely, his handsome face was the same as before, as if he could wake up in the morning just like before and said to Dongfang Bubai in a low voice: "It's still early, if you don't come back again, Get more sleep." Then he got up silently, put on his clothes and went out to personally prepare the morning meal for Dongfang Bubai.

On the cloud, Zhu Youtang was dressed in black and had black hair. He stayed for a long time over the roof of Dongfang Bubai and looked down. When he looked closely, the ice blue streamer in his eyes was also stained with pain.

He used his immortal body to pay back the grievances of Linghu Chong and Ren Yingying who died for no reason because of his selfishness. Dongfang Bubai had a different fate, but he still felt that he owed Dongfang Bubai a debt of gratitude. many.

In the early morning of the next day, the body of Yang Lianting, the former director of the Divine Cult, was carried out from the room of Dongfang Bubai and sent by the congregation to Houya for burning. Wang Cheng and Tong Baixiong personally lit the fire for Yang Lianting. .

Zhu Youtang slowly opened his eyes amidst the chirping of birds in the morning, and when he raised his hands, they were already the hands of a seven-year-old child.

Slowly got out of bed and pushed open the window, and saw the green smoke curling up from the back mountain, Zhu Youtang heard the maids and servants talking softly in the yard:

"Did you see that? Is that burning Manager Yang?"

"It's a pity, such a glamorous character."

"Who told him to betray the leader..."

Zhu Youtang didn't want to listen to it and was about to close the window slowly, when his hands stopped moving, he could see a red figure on the eaves of the Sun Moon Temple in the distance, standing quietly with his hands behind his back, the red The robe fluttered in the wind.

For some reason, Zhu Youtang frowned as his heart throbbed.

In the evening, when Honggu came to bring him food, she found that Zhu Youtang had a fever, so she hurriedly called Lu Buping over.

Lu Buping was not in a hurry when he saw Zhu Youtang was sick: "What to do to save her, his master Yang Lianting is dead, and the leader must not want to see him. The two masters and apprentices are dead and clean."

The body of the little prince has been raised by Hong Gu, and Hong Gu has a deep affection for the little prince. Hearing that Lu Buping is unwilling to treat Zhu Youtang, he is the first to be unwilling: "Whether the little prince is dead or alive before the leader speaks, who can tell?" Did you do it, master?"

Lu Buping didn't want to quarrel with the tigress who was protecting the cubs, so he wrote a prescription and handed it to Aunt Hong: "Decoct three bowls of water and one bowl of water, two doses in the morning and evening." After finishing speaking, he looked at Zhu Youtang's sleepy eyes with his eyes closed, full of worry .

Honggu knew that Lu Buping was not someone who could not afford to take care of important matters, so she asked in a low voice, "How is the leader?"

Lu Buping shook his head, he shouldn't have told others about Dongfang Bubai's illness, but he was also concerned about it, and he wanted to find someone to share with him: "Kung fu backfired, and I suffered serious internal injuries, and I was hit by that villain Yang Lianting again... ..." That's all Lu Buping said, and the other two can guess.

For a moment the room was silent, Lu Buping and Hong Gu were relatively speechless.

After a long time, Hong Gu gritted her teeth: "Let the leader cultivate, I don't believe that the Sun Moon God Sect has so many people, and I can't raise the leader's body alone."

Lu Buping sighed.

Zhu Youtang, who was affected by physical pain, had eccentricities in his dreams.

He dreamed that someone asked him: What is the Dao of Heaven and Earth?He said: All living things are eternal and never die or perish.

Someone asked him: What is humanity?He said: The five emperors ruled the world impartially.

Someone asked him: what about you?He said: What am I?

The man kept asking him: what about you?how about you?how about you? ...

Zhu Youtang's complexion became paler and paler, as if someone had strangled his throat, and his mind was full of: What about you?how about you?

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The news that Dongfang Bubai had killed Ren Woxing and Linghu Chong quickly spread throughout the martial arts world. The righteous way of martial arts was temporarily subdued by Dongfang Bubai's tough methods, and the Sun Moon God Sect was in the limelight for a while.

Taoist Wudang Chongxu said to his disciples with a worried look on his face: "Brother Linghu was brutally murdered by Dongfang Bubai, and my righteous way has lost another help. The evil way is so powerful, I'm afraid we will have a hard time in the future."

Shaolin Temple simply closed the gates of the temple, no matter how big or small it is.

Unknowingly, the autumn was getting deeper, and the chill on the cliff was getting worse. Dongfang Bubai was still sleeping on the couch outside the porch with his clothes on while his injuries were not healed.

A maid beside him gently stepped forward to refill the tea for him. When her fresh fingers touched the hot copper pot, she accidentally knocked over the tea bowl, and fell to her knees in fright.

Dongfang Bubai who closed his eyes remained motionless.

Honggu heard the movement and walked over quickly: "How to do things..."

Before he finished speaking, seeing Dongfang Bubai raised his hand slightly and his eyes were still closed, he quickly shut up.

She only heard Dongfang Bubai say indifferently: "Drag on, cut off your hands and throw it off the bottom of the cliff."

The maid looked at Hong Gu in horror, then wept and bowed her head to Dongfang Bubai: "Master, please forgive me! Please forgive me, please!"

Honggu looked shocked, she resisted the step of retreating, closed her eyes and waved her hands to signal the congregation to come forward and drag away the flowery little maid.

The woman's mournful cry continued all the way, everyone who heard it frowned, but Dongfang Bubai raised the corners of her lips with a look of enjoyment.

Hong Gu started to get scared.

As the days passed, Zhu Youtang in Honggu's yard was left alone except Honggu.

The only child of the same age on the cliff was Tong Baixiong's grandson. Zhu Youtang came out of Tong Baixiong's yard and found a dozen Lifu carrying five or six huge wine vats into the warehouse.

He had never remembered that the Divine Cult used such a large amount of alcohol.

"The leader likes to drink your old daughter's red..." The servant next to Dongfang Bubai outside the warehouse said with a smile to the steward who brought the wine while rewarding Li Fu.

The steward nodded and bowed his head: "I dare not say anything else, when it comes to this daughter, she is definitely the most authentic in my family."

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Zhu Youtang had a panoramic view of all this, and his steps became heavy.

Suddenly a pair of hands touched the top of his head as Zhu Youtang expected, and Wang Cheng's voice sounded:

"Why are you here."

Zhu Youtang replied listlessly: "I'm here to find Zhaolin to play." Tong Zhaolin is Tong Baixiong's grandson.

Wang Cheng responded with a pause, then said in a warm voice: "You are brother Yang's apprentice, since he is gone, I will take care of you for him, if you have anything, go to my courtyard to find me."

Zhu Youtang felt warm in his heart and nodded.

Wang Cheng sighed and looked at the movement in the warehouse not far away, his voice was low, and he seemed to be muttering: "Although I don't know the purpose of what he did in the past, I know that he killed the leader."

Zhu Youtang's eyes widened in an instant, his face was pale, and he couldn't recover for a while.

Did he kill the leader?

Him, harmed, Dongfang?

"Let Woxing's party members be uprooted, and the righteous way has been severely damaged. How can the leader who is invincible in the world harm the leader?" Zhu Youtang turned his head and asked Wang Cheng back, his eyes were messy.

Wang Cheng smiled: "Is it enough for a person to have power in this world? Then what do you want to do? Why not take it?..." After finishing speaking, Wang Cheng paused, smiled lightly and shook his head: "You and I are a little What does the child say makes sense." After speaking, he touched Zhu Youtang's neck.

"Okay, let's go play."

Zhu Youtang fled quickly, and Wang Cheng's words kept echoing in his ears: "Then what do you want to do? Why don't you take it?"...

Back in his own yard, he fell down and sat on the ground, covering his eyes with his hands: In the end, he was the one who was careless.

Really, what a big joke.

The night wind in the mountains pierces the face, every night there will always be a person standing on the back cliff of Heimuya with a flagon for a long time, standing for a whole night.

Will there be a man named Yang Lianting who will open his arms in the morning light one day, embracing the warmth of the early morning sun?

The author has something to say:

23333333333——The volume of Yang Lianting is over, and a new map of Zhu Youtang is opened.

By the way, I saw that the collection was lost. Is this a little angel who was abused by the author?Don't, it's a shame to leave without looking at the happy life in the future!Everyone must hold on! ! !Victory is at hand!

The author doesn't need money to chat with you at midnight! ! !Come on, babes, check in at the author's place on time!Meh!