Chapter 13 Fangri Rabbit...

Zhao's house was full of dead leaves in the early winter, and it was deserted, and only Zhao Feihong lived alone. On the east side of the house are two small rooms, and on the west side is the firewood kitchen. There is not even a servant, and it seems very frugal.

There was a stone table in the front yard. You Mengzhe sat on the stone chair and looked up at Zhao Feihong.

Zhao Feihong is eight feet long, a dignified and handsome man, with eyebrows like a soldier's sharp edge, lips like a broken sword, and his deep eyes can see his lifelong cultivation, and he has a vague power. It stands to reason that this should be an excellent target for dual cultivation, but for some reason, You Mengzhe was stunned just looking at him, and he couldn't even think of stripping him and riding his waist.

Zhao Feihong was wearing a celestial robe and did not bring any weapons. Under the thin robe, the man's strong and sturdy body looked very safe and reliable. The robe was washed a little and faded a little, and it looked very easy to take off. How could You Mengzhe not have the guts?

This guy's martial arts is very high... very high, You Mengzhe dare not mess around. Among the people he has met in his life, perhaps only his father You Gutian can compete with him.

"I...have something to do, let's go first." You Mengzhe just turned around, Zhao Feihong flicked his finger, and three strong winds flew in. At the point, he had Taiyuan, Zhangmen, and Feishu's three major demands, and You Mengzhe couldn't move. , unable to even speak, standing upright.

Click xué from a distance! Fingers crossed! Six Veins Divine Sword! You Mengzhe couldn't stop roaring in his heart, he really underestimated him!

Zhao Feihong said: "Today's meal, you have to eat it, and you have to eat it if you don't." After saying that, he turned and walked away, and went in to cook.

With the sound of water, I could hear Zhao Feihong fetching water by the well. Soon, the aroma of rice came, and You Mengzhe was so hungry that he was grumbling with hunger. If Yu Wenhong comes, can he beat this guy to save him?

Zhao Feihong didn't seem to have any obvious hostility towards him. Did he dare not kill someone for his father's sake, or was he too lazy to care about him? Why are you inviting him to dinner? Is there such a treat? There is a saying that if you don't enter a tiger, you can't get a tiger's whip... Huzi, You Mengzhe calmed down, thought for a while, and decided to take a look at the situation first.

I heard You Gutian say that the principle of a little xué is to intercept the opponent's internal force with one's own internal force, so that the enemy's energy is not smooth and cannot move. After a period of time, it can be solved, and people with high martial arts can also rush through luck and solve it on their own.

You Mengzhe already has Yu Wenhong's softness and Sun Bin's Xingyun Zhenqi in his body. Although he is not as strong as Zhao Feihong's kung fu, he has a little foundation. He immediately meditated on his luck. Waist ribs, began to rush xué.

I rush!

I'll run again!

Zhao Feihong took a broom and cleaned the fallen leaves in the courtyard.

You Mengzhe held back his strength, dashed repeatedly with his true qi, his body moved, and his heart was overjoyed, there was progress! So he was dripping with sweat, and with an expression of holding back his urine, he was sweating profusely.

However, Zhao Feihong's point of xué was extremely domineering, and he rushed back and forth and saw that it was loose, but he did not have the chance to untie it.

With a swoosh, a stone flew through the air and hit You Mengzhe's shoulder, causing his whole body to understand himself.

"It's time to eat." Zhao Feihong put down his broom, took a towel to wipe his hands, and went to the stove to serve the food. You Mengzhe staggered forward and nearly fell to the ground.

In the hall, a dimly lit oil lamp, two dishes and one soup, the dishes are bamboo shoots with bacon, two fried fish, and cabbage soup with meatballs. You Mengzhe was holding a bowl with a missing edge and chopsticks, thinking about how to find a way to escape.

You Mengzhe: "What do you want to do to me?"

Zhao Feihong: "Don't do anything, leave you here for a year and a half."

You Mengzhe was shocked: "You want to take me as a hostage?"

Zhao Feihong said casually, "It doesn't mean that."

You Mengzhe looked at Zhao Feihong suspiciously, and after a while he said: "If you want to double cultivation, just say it, this..."

You Mengzhe thought to himself, do you want to cultivate with him? It's not easy to handle, assuming that this fellow is on par with his father's kung fu, if Zhao Feihong gains his own skills and You Gutian loses, he won't beat himself to death.

Zhao Feihong said: "I told your mother back then that the Sutra of Zhuanyang should be destroyed, she didn't listen, and now it's causing so many things..."

You Mengzhe: "!!!"

You Mengzhe: "You know my mother!"

Zhao Feihong said, "Just eat."

Zhao Feihong glanced at You Mengzhe intentionally or unintentionally, You Mengzhe said, "How did you know her?"

Zhao Feihong didn't answer, looking at You Mengzhe's eyes with a touch of sympathy, You Mengzhe immediately noticed it keenly, narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering if there is something tricky here?

Zhao Feihong said, "I will keep your Zhuanyang Sutra for you. You can't practice this crooked and evil way in the future."

You Mengzhe said "Damn" in his heart and said, "Okay."

Zhao Feihong seemed a little surprised that You Mengzhe was so cooperative. After a long time, he said, "Go and rest after eating. There are books in the room, so when you are bored, you go to fetch them and look at them."

You Mengzhe thought to himself that such a small house with four walls leaking air would not be easy to escape? I really thought of myself too well to deal with it, and decided to finish this meal and run away in the dark and windy night at night.

"How long are you going to lock me up?" You Mengzhe asked.

Zhao Feihong: "It will be closed until your father no longer cares about you."

You Mengzhe: "Why do you do this?"

Zhao Feihong said: "Because you are Qing'er's child, Qing'er said back then that if you have a son in the future, you will ask me to be your teacher."

You Mengzhe: "..."

Zhao Feihong said: "As your father, You Gutian did not raise him or not. It was his father's fault that he taught you to look like this, which is against Qing'er's original intention. I can't sit back and watch you go on like this."

You Mengzhe said, "How do you know that my father is You Gutian..."

Zhao Feihong's eyebrows moved, and he said, "Your eyebrows and your mother are exactly like ten."

You Mengzhe finally understood and said, "Either way, let's discuss, you don't have to spend decades to teach me, we'll be done in half an hour, you grit your teeth and tremble..."

Zhao Feihong said angrily, "You can't practice Zhuanyang Zhenjing any more!"

You Mengzhe was startled by this roar, Zhao Feihong said: "What kind of selfish kung fu you have practiced! I haven't found a way yet, otherwise I will help you disperse all the power. Heaven and Earth Gangchang, teach you to practice this evil kung fu, what do you think his motives are?"

You Mengzhe asked stupidly, "Huh? What is it?"

Zhao Feihong: "..."

"In short, don't practice again." Zhao Feihong said: "Now the martial arts in the Central Plains are looking for you, and I don't know who has leaked the news on Yuheng Mountain. From Jiangzhou to the capital, all the eighteen states have posted a lot of money to arrest you. There are rumors in the rivers and lakes, Whoever cultivates with you, martial arts will go a thousand miles in a day..."

You Mengzhe ecstatically said: "Really?!"

You Mengzhe is really happy. Now, everyone will rush to him. As long as You Mengzhe sits at home and waits for someone to come and repair, he may be able to pick the fatter and the thinner... Once this road opens, customers will come like a cloud!

Zhao Feihong frowned and looked at You Mengzhe, You Mengzhe had to press the joy in his heart, and his heart was pounding, this effort must not be lost by Zhao Feihong.

You Mengzhe was also hungry. Compared with the brocade clothes and jade food in the Qinghua Hall of the Demon Sect, and the delicacies in the Huajin Building in Jiangzhou City, Zhao Feihong's rough tea and light rice seemed to have a different taste. After eating, wanted to eat again, but Zhao Feihong knocked on the chopsticks, and the tiger's mouth was numb, and he couldn't drop the chopsticks.

Zhao Feihong said: "You grew up in the demon sect, and you didn't learn half of the gentleman's demeanor. You are all a group of villains who hide their heads and show their tails and have dirty minds. Now that I have found you, you must practice martial arts and study hard at this moment, and be a new person... …”

You Mengzhe said, "How can there be a gentleman in the world who treats people with the heart of a villain?"

Zhao Feihong: "..."

You Mengzhe pointed at the dishes on the table carefully with his chopsticks, and said, "The gentleman is far away from the kitchen..."

Zhao Feihong was speechless to refute for a long time, and after a long time, he said, "You are slick."

You Mengzhe was still dawdling about eating vegetables, and he was still trying to remove the fish head, but Zhao Feihong had already collected the leftovers. You Mengzhe was bored and got up and wandered around the house.

Zhao Feihong was washing dishes by the well, and if he rushed out at this time, he would definitely be caught.

You Mengzhe planned to wait for him to relax his vigilance before making a plan to escape, so he followed Zhao Feihong's words and read a book first.

Zhao Feihong’s family was poor, and his study was full of several large collections of books, such as “Yangzhou Chronicle”, “Biography of Yu Taizu”, “Chivalry Chronicle of Wulin in the Central Plains”, “Chivalry of Chengzu”, Brief Introduction of Xichuan Wulin, Stick Music, Inner Breathing Exercises , history, jokes, words, there are actually poems of the Dongyi people, flute scores hundreds of years ago, "Bamboo Garden Cihua", "Jiangzhou Swordsman", and thread-bound books are all written by elegant people in the previous dynasty.

You Mengzhe put the oil lamp on the desk, looked up at the painting on the wall, and it was a woman.

The woman is rich and graceful with a glowing face, wearing a military uniform, a little cinnabar between the eyebrows, and big eyes - a lady's picture, You Mengzhe also saw it in his father's study in Yuheng Mountain, and most of it is the same person: his mother, Yu Qing.

It seems that his mother was quite familiar with this martial arts leader before her death.

You Mengzhe flipped through the book casually. Zhao Feihong was still busy outside the hospital, and he didn't know what he was doing. After nightfall, the surroundings became quiet, except for the slight breeze of early winter. The bamboo forest outside the courtyard rustled with fine rhythms.

You Mengzhe scratched his neck. He fell into the water and ran away for a few days. He was soaked with sweat and itchy. He could rub mud balls on his neck. He really wanted to find a place to take a bath.

Zhao Feihong said outside: "The bath water is ready for you."

"Ah." You Mengzhe thought to himself that this man was really particular. When he went to the corner room, a large bucket of bath water was steaming hot, and You Mengzhe immersed himself in it, feeling at ease both physically and mentally.

Zhao Feihong pushed open the door and came in, took out You Mengzhe's clothes, You Mengzhe said, "Then what should I wear?"

Zhao Feihong didn't answer. After a while, he took a set of shirt and trousers and came in and said, "You wear mine first, it's bigger, and your clothes will be sloppy tomorrow."

The martial arts leader actually waited on him to take a bath and helped him wash his clothes. You Mengzhe couldn't believe that this person was at the same level as You Gutian, the leader of the Central Plains martial arts who had been fighting against each other for more than ten years.

Hearing the sound of water at night, Zhao Feihong burned another hot water to take a bath by himself. After washing, he put on his clogs and entered the room. He put a brazier in You Mengzhe's room to ward off the cold, and went back to his room to sleep.

You Mengzhe hadn't slept so peacefully for many days. Before, he either slept in an inn or in a awning boat, but he slept without a dream until dawn, and when he opened his eyes, it was already three poles in the sun.

The clothes have been dried and folded neatly in the room. They ran and fought before, and some broken corners were repaired for him. You Mengzhe went to put it on, but he couldn't find his baggage. He expected to be taken away by Zhao Feihong, so he had to go out of the room.

Zhao Feihong was shirtless and his muscles were thin and well-proportioned. He practiced stick techniques in the front yard, sweeping, tapping, chopping, and picking. A strong wind stirred up dead leaves all over the ground and swirled around like a butterfly. Although You Mengzhe did not understand the moves, But also think that this stick is extremely beautiful.

Zhao Feihong put away his stick and said, "Your father taught you what tricks, let's practice a few moves to see."

You Mengzhe said, "I won't."

Zhao Feihong said, "Young Master of the Demon Sect, you can't do any exercises?"

You Mengzhe said, "I really can't." Thinking of the punches and kicks from his childhood friend Wang Daniu, he made a few tricks to fool Zhao Feihong.

"Let's eat." Zhao Feihong said: "Your father only regards you as a tool for practicing the exercises. The pitiful thing is coming..."

You Mengzhe became angry and shouted: "Hey! Don't talk about my father behind your back, talk to your face if you have the ability."

Zhao Feihong was displeased, but he did not argue with him, and said casually, "That's it."

After breakfast, Zhao Feihong said, "Now go and chop up the firewood."

You Mengzhe thought that he had finally asked me to do something. This fellow has high martial arts skills, and he can't do it without chopping, so he obediently went to get a firewood and an axe, and helped Zhao Feihong to chop firewood in the front yard.

An hour later.

You Mengzhe: "How much is there, I don't want to split."

Zhao Feihong said: "You can't make it if you don't split. Your momentum is wrong. You have to use your waist to chop and chop."

You Mengzhe was sweating profusely, panting with his axe, Zhao Feihong said, "I will pass you a set of formulas, only four sentences, listen carefully."

"No upper arm, no middle elbow, three hands down, and one foot to eliminate the foot."

You Mengzhe can probably understand that this is a posture to follow the moves. Adjusting the movements according to Zhao Feihong's words, it is indeed a lot easier.

Zhao Feihong added: "There are nine kinds of power, and you must fight steadily and steadily. For different opponents, with different methods of exertion, you can beat the enemy with one blow to compete for full power."

You Mengzhe thought for a while and continued to chop wood.

After an hour and a half:

You Mengzhe: "It's all finished."

"Feihong." The old woman next door came over with a cane with a smile.

Zhao Feihong got up and said, "Mother-in-law is up? I'll go right now."

The old woman smiled and looked at You Mengzhe, You Mengzhe was sweating profusely, standing in the winter sun, a little puzzled, the old woman said, "This is your son?"

Zhao Feihong said: "Just kidding, it's my little apprentice. I used to be at his house, and I only came to practice martial arts these few days."

The old woman nodded and said, "Very good, very good."

Zhao Feihong put on his robe and said, "Follow me."

Zhao Feihong turned the long stick around and put it on his shoulders, motioning You Mengzhe to stack the chopped firewood, tie it with rope, carry the load out, take it to the neighbor's house, and bring back the firewood from the old woman's house next door.

"Continue to chop." Zhao Feihong sat on the chair in front of the corridor, holding a book, and instructed: "After finishing these, eat lunch."

You Mengzhe: "..."

You Mengzhe was about to explode, but he didn't dare to scold him, holding an axe, cursing in his heart, hungry and tired.

Another half hour passed:

"Feihong," said the old man in the yard next door.

Zhao Feihong put down the book and said, "Hey!"

The old man said, "I made some glutinous rice for your little apprentice, come and get it."

Zhao Feihong got up and walked over, You Mengzhe watched Zhao Feihong, Zhao Feihong went out with his forefoot, You Mengzhe threw the axe decisively, turned around and ran. What are you waiting for!

At this moment, the kung fu is not the same as before, You Mengzhe pounced on the wall, light as a swallow! smoothly!

Immediately afterwards, a stone flew from the flat ground next door, passed through the entire house, and hit Meng Zhe's ankle in the middle. You Mengzhe screamed and numb, fell straight and fell outside the yard.

After a while, Zhao Feihong took a bowl full of glutinous rice, went around and carried You Mengzhe's collar, grabbed Xiaoji and generally took him back to the yard, patted him casually, and untied him.

You Mengzhe fell into dismay and continued to chop firewood. Zhao Feihong put away the food and sat in front of the porch reading a book.

After chopping all the firewood, You Mengzhe was so tired that he almost fell to the ground. Zhao Feihong had lunch with a plate of scrambled eggs, steamed a patty with winter vegetables that he had not eaten yesterday, Yu Mengzhe devoured it, and ate two more bowls of rice.

After the meal, Zhao Feihong put out the glutinous rice cake given by the neighbors for You Mengzhe to eat. The glutinous rice cake had the aroma of bamboo leaves and was dipped in white sugar.

During the afternoon nap, You Mengzhe did not dare to run, and Zhao Feihong asked You Mengzhe to practice writing in the afternoon.

"I've practiced very well." You Mengzhe said, "My father said that I write better than my mother."

Zhao Feihong said: "It's a person who can write better characters than your mother, and you have to practice."

You Mengzhe: "..."

Zhao Feihong said: "I'll teach you another set of formulas, you write it down with luck, and copy it according to this post."

You Mengzhe wanted to write and practice martial arts? Zhao Feihong gave him a set of formulas, which are all about luck and strokes, and the method of infuriating when writing.

"What kind of martial arts is this?" You Mengzhe thought about the dumb Zhang Yuanshan.

Sure enough, Zhao Feihong said, "This is my friend's family martial arts."

After practicing calligraphy, he fainted, You Mengzhe vaguely glimpsed a certain state in martial arts, but he did not grasp it clearly. Zhao Feihong had been reading books on the front porch and basking in the sun. In the evening, he came in to collect the four treasures of the study, and took You Mengzhe out to buy vegetables.

The two walked across the long street, the market was lively, Zhao Feihong bought some marinated olives, salted eggs, vegetables, meat and river prawns, and they bargained, You Mengzhe pointed to a cage and said, "I want to eat this, I myself Pay for it and make it for me."

Zhao Feihong said, "No, I'll let you try it out in a few days."

You Mengzhe had a bitter look on his face and hatred. Every day, he didn't allow him to eat even a jī, and a big bird faded out of his mouth.

So from this day on, You Mengzhe followed Zhao Feihong, practiced martial arts during the day, had three meals and lodging, and began his hard life.

It's not that You Mengzhe didn't think about escaping. This day is more boring than on Yuheng Mountain. At least he can walk around on the mountain. There is nowhere to go except for a house.

You Mengzhe tried to escape three times. The first time was in the hall in the middle of the night looking for a burden. As a result, he stumbled on the stone brick floor and made a loud noise. He thought that Zhao Feihong had already woken up, so he didn’t run away and went back to his room in a dreadful manner.

Once again, it was midnight. This time, You Mengzhe behaved well and didn't want to carry any burdens. He crawled out secretly, ran when he landed, and ran wildly along the road. When he got to the city gate, a stick was stretched out from the city gate, and he tripped and fell to the ground. , and was then carried home by Zhao Feihong.

The last time was during the day, when You Mengzhe was chopping firewood in the courtyard with his shirtless. Someone from outside came to inform Zhao Feihong that he should go to the yamen to discuss something. When You Mengzhe was shopping for food, he released news and asked people in the sect to help him. The magistrate came to make things difficult for Zhao Feihong.

You Mengzhe waited patiently until Zhao Feihong had walked for almost half an hour, and then he started to run. He went to the Benjiao industry to ask for some silver taels, and ordered to help the crowd to cover. , hurried on the official road.

In front of the boundary monument of the two cities, Zhao Feihong, who was standing indifferently, was arrested again.

When is the day going to end! You Mengzhe was about to cry, so he helped the crowd to inform Yuhengshan's chief rudder and asked You Gutian to rescue him, while obediently followed Zhao Feihong home.

He even suspected that he could not hide from Zhao Feihong's eyes what he told the people in the demon sect. Forget it, Yu Wenhong didn't know where he went, and waited for You Gutian to rescue him.

In the middle of the night a few days later:

"Young Master." Yuwen Hong said.

With swollen eyes, You Mengzhe looked left and right at Yu Wenhong and said, "You're back. Where's Sun Bin?"

Yu Wenhong said: "I told him to take all the medicine, but he didn't ask him to seek short-term views. He also went back to the mountain. Who beat you?"

You Mengzhe: "I fell myself."

Yu Wenhong looked around and said, "Why did you come to Zhao Feihong's house?"

You Mengzhe: "I was caught by him."

Yu Wenhong nodded, the two were relatively speechless, You Mengzhe huddled under the covers, and said, "Can you take me away?"

Yu Wenhong thought for a while, his expression was a little embarrassed, and he said, "Zhao Feihong is not a bad person, why don't you stay here for more?"

You Mengzhe said, "My mother said back then, did you want me to worship him as a master?"

Yu Wenhong nodded, and You Mengzhe was gone.

You Mengzhe said: "This is not a matter, how can there be force... Take me away."

Yu Wenhong nodded and said, "Sure, if you speak, let's go."

Yu Wenhong took You Mengzhe out with a gust of wind, and You Mengzhe didn't want the package. The two were about to leave, but they saw Zhao Feihong standing in the courtyard, standing tall, and said, "Yu Wenhong, disappeared for years."

You Mengzhe's heart thumped, and Zhao Feihong knew it before he even went out!

Forget it, anyway, those who run far away have to be caught up, and sooner or later they will have to fight, so it is better to fight here. Uncle Yuwenhong, father Yuwenhong, you must not lose...

"Long years gone, Brother Zhao." Yu Wenhong stood under the moonlight, a full moon hung in the sky, illuminating his handsome face.

Yu Wenhong's brows are extremely clean, his eyes are clear, and his face is a little childish. He can't tell that he is a person in his thirties, and he has a brotherly temperament with You Mengzhe.

Zhao Feihong said, "You didn't take good care of your little master."

Yu Wenhong said: "When Sister Qing passed away, I only asked me to protect him and follow his heart."

Zhao Feihong said: "So you have been on Mount Yuheng for 16 years, and you just let him leave it alone? Parenting or not teaching, father's fault, lax teaching, teacher's laziness!"

You Mengzhe thought about your grandmother's fork, took a half step back cautiously, and said, "I... don't want to worship you as a master, we have no fate."

Regardless of You Mengzhe, Zhao Feihong said to Yu Wenhong again: "I can't let him go back to the mountain to follow You Gutian. You want to stay and take care of him, and Zhao's house will come out to clean the room, and I'll just let you live. Where is the place to live?"

You Mengzhe secretly thought that it was not good, and said, "Little uncle! Come on!"

Yu Wenhong thought for a while and said, "I only listen to Meng Zhe. He can go wherever he wants, and he can't be forced."

Zhao Feihong sneered and said, "I was so foolish and loyal back then, but now I'm still a common fool, so let's do it." Then he swung the stick with his backhand, pointed at Yu Wenhong from afar, and said, "You have beaten Zhao, and you can bring it with you. Go and never stop."

You Mengzhe's heart was pounding, Yu Wenhong turned his head and whispered, "I will try my best, if it doesn't work, go back and ask your father to come."

You Mengzhe nodded and stood aside to watch the battle, thinking that the two of them were going to start fighting later, maybe he could attack from the side and give Zhao Feihong a hard blow, and he would win. If you are lucky, you will be able to click on him, tie him upside down, and by the way, both repairs before leaving...

While thinking about it, Yu Wenhong didn't do anything, and his handsome figure stood quietly under the moon. After a while, he reached into his arms, took out a pair of silver gloves, and put his hands on each other.

Is that a weapon? It was the first time that You Mengzhe saw Yu Wenhong wearing gloves, and he thought it was probably a weapon.

The glove glowed with a cold moonlight, like a ball of multicolored brilliance spinning on his palm.

That glove is one of the seven treasures of the Canghai Pavilion. It is called "Zhaixing". It was woven by the silkworm mother in the Canghai Pavilion for thousands of years. Weaving a cocoon, the silk is less than a foot, and it has been accumulated for three thousand years to weave this pair of gloves.

Yu Wenhong's hands are not afraid of thunder and fire poison, and he is not afraid of the sharp edge of swords. One of the eighteen weapons is "grasping", and the last of the eighteen martial arts is "white fighting". When it comes to martial arts accomplishments, it is wonderful , is not under Zhao Feihong.

However, Zhao Feihong had adventures when he was a teenager, and he has deep skills. In these years, he has studied hard and practiced hard, while Yu Wenhong has accompanied You Mengzhe on the mountain for 16 years. It is hard to say who will win this battle.