At the same time, she couldn't help recalling that during the battle in the valley, she mentioned her "Mayfly Array" to Xiao Zi, and she brought it out while walking around.

Zhou Fei's talent seems to be innate. He doesn't pay attention to the number of ways in everything, especially he can grasp the big and let go of the small. When he sees something in other people's kung fu that makes people's eyes shine, sometimes some strange inspiration arises. It can be used in other places.

According to legend, "Mayfly Array" can be worth ten thousand, and "Buzhou Feng" is the most suitable for fighting against gang fights. The combination of the two sides is like a tiger.

Duan Jiuniang felt that she was surrounded by seven or eight people for a while. She couldn't help being a little surprised.

For the inner kung fu like Ku Rong Shou, you don't have to use real knives and real guns for the younger generation. A broken branch in her hands can also be like a weapon of magic. Did not fight back.

It wasn't until she understood Zhou Fei's ingenious approach that she chuckled softly: "You look at me."

Before she could finish her sentence, Zhou Fei felt that the knife in her palm seemed to be stuck to something. The other party seemed to just hold the small tree branch and tap the long knife at will. Zhou Fei's originally menacing knife wind suddenly stopped. I can no longer find the smooth feeling that I just walked like clouds and water.

Zhou Fei was about to withdraw her hand in a hurry, but as soon as her blade was forced to slow down, Duan Jiuniang suddenly caught her and grabbed it in her hand. She only stretched out three fingers, and then firmly clamped Zhou Fei's blade. The tiger's mouth was hanging in the air, and there was about a finger width between it and Sen Leng's iron blade.

Zhou Fei was startled and met Duan Jiuniang's gaze.

Duan Jiuniang looked at her, laughed softly like a prank, and whispered, "This is called 'chasing the wind'."

Zhou Fei didn't know what was wrong with her. She might be a bit duller than others. Comparatively speaking, the words of swords and swords are more clear and straightforward than the words of others. I heard the old servants spit about those love and hate. Qíng hatred, Zhou Fei was basically untouched. She stood and listened to the people in the story going back and forth, and she didn't have any back pain.

Until she saw this trick with her own eyes and heard the word "chasing the wind" with her own ears.

Zhou Fei suddenly felt uncomfortable for no apparent reason, and in an instant she understood what it means to "don't keep those who have gone, and don't retrace the past".

She was stunned for a moment, her eyes turning red without warning.

Duan Jiuniang was taken aback, she lost her smug smile, and thought about it for a while, then she put the small wooden stick in her hands behind her back, and said, "Hey...why do you cry when you lose? "

Zhou Fei took a deep breath and held back her tears. She frowned and lowered her head, "Who cried?"

Duan Jiuniang bowed down childishly, looked at her from the bottom up, and said cautiously, "I was chased by four vicious dogs for dozens of miles, and they beat them all over the place, and I haven't even cried yet. ."

Zhou Fei didn't know whether to laugh or cry, rubbed her eyes, put the long knife back in the scabbard, walked back to the front of the house, glanced at Wu Chuchu through the window, and saw that she was resting on the pillow for the first time. Without being disturbed at all, he brought her the door and sat at the door by himself. Duan Jiuniang also came over and sat next to her.

Duan Jiuniang said: "I see that you are just like your bones. It's too hard to practice the Snowbreaker."

Zhou Fei said in her heart, that was better than Li Sheng, Li Sheng didn't even have a big family to pass on the knife.

She said without taking it seriously: "If you are struggling, practice slowly."

Duan Jiuniang nodded solemnly, and said solemnly, "That's the truth, you have to work hard in the future."

Zhou Fei felt that she had worked very hard, so she told her about her practice of swordsmanship in the Washing Mo River in the Forty-Eight Villages. As soon as Duan Jiuniang heard the words "forty-eight villages", she was very focused, wishing she could rub every spit on Zhou Fei and secretly treasure it.

However, after listening to this paragraph, she laughed again: "What do you call hard work? Your father, mother, mother, mother, and mother, will definitely be the best at indulging you."

Her memory was upside down, and it seemed that she remembered her seniority again. She took Zhou Fei as Li Zheng's daughter, and Zhou Fei had to correct her.

Duan Jiuniang let out an "oh", not knowing whether she heard it or not, and added, "When I first started practicing internal skills when I was a child, there were dozens of apprentices and brothers, half of them died in the first year, and the rest died in the second year. More than half of the next three years, including me, there are only five people left, do you know why?"

Zhou Fei had never heard of such a deadly sect, and shook her head in shock.

Duan Jiuniang said calmly: "Because my master comes to teach gong once a month, and injects a burst of true energy into our bodies, you must not know the taste, the skin all over your body will be like a bone blasting open, at this time, you But you must not pass out. If you pass out, your body will explode and die. You have to endure the pain of scraping your bones and subdue the scurrying True Qi bit by bit. Bleeding to death. After three years of basic work, body forging will follow, and body forging will make it easier to die. My master often said that unbroken bones are not strong, and after another two years, only me and I are left. There are two brothers!"

Zhou Fei was horrified, feeling that this sect was not like a disciple, but like a gu.

Duan Jiuniang looked at her angrily and sighed, "Your father..."

"Grandpa." Zhou Fei corrected it again.

Duan Jiuniang pondered hard for a while, but she couldn't figure out what time period she was in, and she said in surprise, "What? When did that little girl Li Jinrong have a daughter as big as you?"

Zhou Fei heard her being so confused, so she didn't believe much of her nonsense, and patiently told her about her family tree... but it was useless. After a while, she became "Granddaughter".

What the two of them said sometimes matched up, and sometimes they spoke with the duck at all. However, it was strange to say that during the day, Zhou Fei wished she could stab this mad woman with a thousand cuts, and she would not sleep in the middle of the night. , Sitting with Duan Jiuniang, listening to her talk about old things in a mess, but she feels fresh and kind, and she doesn't think she has a pot of porridge that has been boiled for more than ten years in her mind, and chatting until dawn.

Zhou Fei then said to Duan Jiuniang: "Senior, don't be angry with them in this ghost place, come back to the village with us."

Duan Jiuniang didn't understand the first half of her sentence. She was probably fascinated in the past, and she didn't realize that she was angry now.

But she understood the second half of the sentence. Duan Jiuniang was delighted at first, and then stayed for a while. This stay was meant to last forever. Zhou Fei waited for a while, not knowing which word she had said wrongly, she reached out and patted her on the head. Knee: "Senior?"

Duan Jiuniang was like cheating a corpse, she "teng" stood up, and said coldly: "What are you going to do in the Forty-eight Village? Be a widow?"

At this moment, she seemed to have finally figured out where she was, and her skinny hand grabbed Zhou Fei's shoulder.

Zhou Fei only felt numb all over her body, and then an indescribable strange real qi flowed from top to bottom between her extraordinary meridians and eight meridians.

Ordinary inner breaths are like water, some are quieter, some are more bàonüè, but this inner breath is like a bone-evicting steel knife, involuntarily penetrating through the bones, rampaging, and wherever it goes, it seems to give It's like people peeling and cramping.

Duan Jiuniang was like being possessed by a ghost, swept away her "innocent and lively", folded her arms in front of her chest, looked down at Zhou Fei, speechless in pain, and said without expression, "Kurong's hand's inside and outside. There is a difference, I practice 'Kung Fu', infuriating into your body, it will be turned into 'Rong', life will flow endlessly, as long as you can survive, you can practice my brother's kung fu. 'Ku Rong Hand' Among them, Kushou is more vicious, but in the final analysis, Rongshou is more powerful, but it is more difficult to endure when it is overcome. It's a pity that my master, that bastard, is only willing to pass on one kung fu, and Ku Rong fights with each other.

There was a buzzing sound in Zhou Fei's ears, and she couldn't hear what she was talking about.

Hearing the movement, the old maid rushed out of the wing, seeing that Zhou Fei's face was no longer human.

She was only blocked by Duan Jiuniang for a moment, and was quickly swept away by the incoming Ku Rong True Qi. Zhou Fei couldn't sit still any longer, and rolled down from the threshold, her hands and feet twitched gently, don't know if it was a weak struggle or an uncontrollable shiver.

The old cook was stunned: "Madam, what are you doing?"

Wu Chuchu, who had finally slept for a good night, had just woken up from a sweet dream, and she was on the verge of collapse. Help Zhou Fei up.

But the bones on Zhou Fei's body seemed to have turned into stone, hard, cold and heavy. She stretched out her hand twice in vain, but she didn't know where it should land, so she turned around in a hurry.

Duan Jiuniang looked indifferent, and sat down cross-legged under the tree on one side. She would look like an old monster for a while, and a little girl for a while, but while sitting, she had a vague sense of Yuanyue like a grandmaster... It's just that it's not too much. A gentle and decent "guru".

Duan Jiuniang said sternly: "Since ancient times, there have been many sects, and some sects have been famous for a while because of a few romantic figures, but they have finally declined, and the inheritance of future generations is like that huáng rat láng mouse, one litter is not as good as one litter, you know why? "

There were three people present, one rested on the ground and didn’t know whether to live or die, the other only knew how to embroider and recite poetry, and the other devoted his life to the great cause of brooms and spatulas, and didn’t care about other mundane things—none of them could understand Master Duan’s view. The high theory of heroes all over the world.

Duan Jiuniang, who was suffering from no confidant, had to talk to herself in loneliness.

She said, "Why did you practice martial arts? What swords, spears, swords and halberds did you learn? What kind of world did you follow? You pedantic and decent people will only teach your disciples that 'practice martial arts is about keeping fit' and saying, 'In the future, you will have to hoe The nonsense of "helping the weak", most of the disciples taught are rubbish for others to "hoe"! Martial arts together, is to earn your little life, is to "death and then live", is "you want me to kill me" Don't die! Without this level of spirit, what's the difference between you and a showman? You don't necessarily have to turn a monkey's head for a profit."

Zhou Fei's nails were originally trimmed very short, but she ran for her life every day for a while, but she couldn't care less. It grew a little bit, and slammed into the bluestone floor in the courtyard, and the blood was soon blurred.

Wu Chuchu cried and begged: "Madam, since she is Li Daxia's granddaughter, isn't she equivalent to your younger generation? If she has any shortcomings, her parents and brothers will be saddened to death? Madam, are you not sad? If Li Daxia knew about it, how could he bear it?"

Duan Jiuniang was stunned for a while by her words.

Seeing that her expression was loose, Wu Chuchu hurriedly said again and again: "Please save A Fei!"

Duan Jiuniang listened, shook her head and said: "Then I can't save it, Ku Rong's true qi has already entered her body, and she can't pull it out, she can only see her own."

Wu Chuchu almost knelt down to her, isn't this whether it is killing or burying it?

As Duan Jiuniang spoke, her face became unapproachable: "If she is of Li family blood, she shouldn't be able to suffer even this bit of suffering. If she is really such a waste, dying in my hands is better than dying outside the house. In the hands of others!"

☆、Chapter 39

Wu Chuchu had no choice but to wait silently. Unexpectedly, she waited from dark to dawn, and then from dawn to dark. The servants of Zhu's residence came to deliver meals twice, each time outside the hospital. When she knocked on the door, her heart skipped a beat. Every moment, Wu Chuchu couldn't help but reach out to probe Zhou Fei's breath, for fear that she would die silently.

Like a group of uninvited guests, Ku Rong's true qi swept through Zhou Fei's body in a rampant manner. Wherever he went, although the skin was intact, the blood inside seemed to be a mess, and it exploded all the way, and then aggressively entered her anger. In the sea, with her original internal interest chamber, the two sides collided back and forth, and there was absolutely no intention to work together.

Duan Jiuniang is really a good player who kills people without paying for their lives. She only used the word "subdue" to sum up such a complicated process for Zhou Fei. She couldn't believe it either, she really couldn't believe that Duan Jiuniang's "seven up and eight down" mind could contain a word-for-word formula.

Gradually, Zhou Fei lost her perception of the outside world. She didn't know whether it was cold or warm, day or night, and her weak consciousness was almost cut off several times, but there was a thread that shaky and hung there.

She refused to admit that she was afraid of death, but she couldn't die silently in such a small yard while Qiu Tianji was still in a hurry to hunt her down. Zhou Fei thought that she would send Wu Chuchu back to Shu to find Wang Laofu. People, tell the bad news in person, and have to come back to seek revenge for Beidou... She even finally got down the mountain, before she had time to see her father.

Zhou Fei repeated in her mind the reasons why she would never die no matter what, her thoughts were like sand, but the sand rolled along the same trajectory hundreds of thousands of times, and it almost became an obsession that could kill her life.

As evening approached, the old maid boiled a pot of water, wore cold steamed buns as hard as pebbles with a long skewer, heated them on the fire, and handed them to Wu Chuchu: "Girl, have something to eat."

Wu Chuchu stayed for a day in front of a Zhou Fei who didn't know whether to live or not, and Duan Jiuniang who was sitting next to her like an old nun. It was a bleak situation, and it was a relief to not find a long rope to hang it on the spot, how could still have the heart to chew on the steamed buns?

She smiled bitterly, waved her hand to push back, hesitated again and again, and finally couldn't help talking to Duan Jiuniang, who had been quiet for a rare day.

Wu Chuchu asked, "Madam, when will she be better?"

Duan Jiuniang opened her eyes, first glanced at her in confusion, then looked at Zhou Fei, Wu Chuchu's heart was hanging in her throat, lest Duan Jiuniang blurt out "Who are you, what's the matter".

Fortunately, after a while, Duan Jiuniang had a hard time remembering, she scrutinized Zhou Fei's face, frowned in confusion, held Zhou Fei's wrist, concentrated for a moment, and muttered: "Strange. "

Duan Jiuniang said, stood up, circled around Zhou Fei several times, and repeated the ins and outs of Ku Rong's hand to Wu Chuchu again. Except for "this exercise is very evil, if you don't make trouble, you will die", Wu Chuchu, a layman, didn't understand anything.

Duan Jiuniang raised her head and asked her, "How long has it been?"

Wu Chuchu said, "It's been a whole day."

Duan Jiuniang frowned and murmured: "Strange...it's too strange, it stands to reason that people who are exposed to Kurong's true energy for the first time can last up to three hours, and those who can't hold it will die. Naturally, she can use Ku Rong's true qi bit by bit for her own use, why is she still like this all day?"