Movie martial arts

Chapter 47
The sun is burning like fire, the sun is steaming, the earth is covered with mist, even the willow trees by the river have shrunk their branches and leaves, and they look sad. In the distance, there is a man in a cloth shirt, with his head tied and his forehead tied, carrying a package on his back, and holding an oil umbrella Walk leisurely on the wild land;

"This damn weather!", shook off his sweat, unscrewed the water bag, took a gulp, found a shady place, and stayed in Han Wen. This was already the fifth time he left the West Factory team. The sun is coming, and life is pretty good. Although there are no eagles and dogs to serve you, you can enjoy yourself by doing it yourself;
He unwrapped the package, stuffed a piece of pancake into his mouth, and took out a few pages of paper while chewing. These papers were also the main factor that made him move slowly. All the information about the person 'Feng Li Dao' was densely written on it. , which is also an important support for the Korean language to enter the Jianghu circle of Longmen;
'Fengli Dao' was originally named Bu Cangzhou. He was an orphan. In his early years, he was entrusted by the world's largest gang, the Beggar Gang, and was raised by several old beggars. He also grew up with a girl named Gu Shaotang, who is now gathering people outside the customs to become a bandit;

Reaching out and tapping on the name of Gu Shaotang, Han Wen said silently in his heart, this will be his greatest enemy, and this girl who has a childhood sweetheart with Feng Lidao is the most likely person to break his identity!

Because he was reselling information among the major forces, and what he resold was quite sharp information, which is as exciting as a blade, so this gangster has such an nickname, Fengli Dao;

"Hmm!", the pancake almost fell to the ground, and the frantic Han Wen hurriedly held it up, even though it was still covered with a little dust, shaking his head, Han Wen took a few breaths and continued to put it in his mouth, but the stack in his hand He tore up all the information and threw it into the river in front of him. He had already memorized it, so there was no need for it!

Traveling alone is doomed to be lonely, silent, silent and lonely, the occasional chirping of birds can make people feel a burst of joy, a smile blooms on the corner of the mouth, the same is true for Hanwen, he is looking stupidly at the distant place. a bird laughs;

"Chirp...", the Korean imitates the call of a bird, and the arc of the corner of the mouth is getting bigger and bigger. In an instant, the whole world is only the sky, the earth, the tree, the bird and myself!Things I forget?Maybe!Standing stupidly, Han Wen's heart is joyful and cheerful;
The heart moves with me, elegant and natural, and the heat-like qi slowly circulates from the dantian, traveling through the meridians of the whole body. This time, the qi feels more natural, neutral and peaceful. This is the internal force nourished by the "Zuo Wang Xin Sutra"!
The first layer of "Zuo Wang Xin Sutra" - let me be natural!It's done! "Zuo Wang Heart Sutra", the Heart Sutra, it emphasizes enlightenment far more than others!

Han Wen woke up from the silence, because the bird flapped its wings and flew farther and farther. Han Wen could feel the changes in his body, slowly controlled the internal force to gather on his fist, and suddenly punched out, "Coax!", The trunk trembled, the leaves rustled and fell, spinning in the breeze and refusing to fall!

"Hahaha...", Han Wen laughed endlessly, carried the package on his back, and stepped into the distance: "One is drunk and one is intoxicated, one is dreamy and one is at a loss, one is sighing and one is a world of mortals, willow branches are falling all over the ground, and the spring is full of three points. Yiran, but dreams are hard to find, I sing a song after drinking, just because I love the world of mortals... It's a pity that his mother has no wine!"

Walking with a sword, singing songs, holding wine and getting drunk in the world of mortals, this is the wish of a certain Han. For this, he has been working hard, but he is not an amazingly talented and gorgeous evildoer. He has been wandering around for so long before he figured it out. What is the internal force, what is the practice!

Feeling happy and walking lightly, facing the scorching sun, a wild teahouse appeared on the side of the road. Han Wen smiled and said, "Shopkeeper, Shanghu tea, let's have some food, preferably game! Here! No need to look for it." Already!"

Throwing three coins and scattered silver taels, Han Wen took out a pair of chopsticks from the package and put them beside him. He understands the rules in the world, and those who use their own chopsticks are called "one move fresh". , if you use the chopsticks in the store, it is called 'Shitongtian', which means that you are a fledgling in the rivers and lakes and can be easily killed;

This inconspicuous small tea house, that inconspicuous honest store, seems to be no different from this store, but it is not the case. There are sword marks on the square table and bench, and the dark red lines indicate that there are often battles here. Those who can open a store here Is it a kind family?

The shopkeeper nodded and ran away, and after a while, he brought a whole chicken, a pot of sake, and a pot of strong tea, speaking with a Shanxi accent, and said with a flattering smile: "There is no game, there just happens to be a chicken in the shop. Objective is a generous person, this pot of wine is a free gift! Don't be polite, don't be polite!"

"Generally speaking, the store never takes the initiative to give something away. Once it is delivered... it means something is wrong!" Han Wen said with a playful smile: "Shop! Have a drink with me?"

The owner of the shop seemed to be a loyal and honest man. Hearing this, his eyes sparkled, and he said with a smile: "Then... take a break from your busy schedule! Have a drink with the guest officer?" Then, he poured the wine for Han Wen with a smile;
The whole store was very deserted. It is conceivable how miserable the business here is. Han Wen casually picked up the wine cup and said with a smile: "Come on! We are destined to meet each other! People from the rivers and lakes! It is inevitable to be more suspicious! Take it as an apology to my brother!"

"Don't dare to do it, don't dare to do it!", the store owner quickly agreed, and Han Wen smiled and brought the wine cup to his mouth, suddenly feeling something was wrong!What's wrong... this jug is a problem!How could a roadside shop use such an elegant openwork copper flagon?
There is also the pouring technique of this store, which is obviously left and then right. Could it be... Han Wen narrowed his eyes, touched the umbrella on the long bench, and said with a smile: "Well, it smells so good Ah! Is this the wine brewed by the old man himself?"

The shopkeeper said with a simple and honest smile: "The handicraft handed down from the ancestors, barely making ends meet, not bragging...you..."

A sword through the chest!Han Wen has already held a thin sword in his hand. This is a sword he specially made. It is disguised in the pre-made shaft. It is more than two feet long and no more than the thickness of a finger. done!
Pulling out the sword coldly, Han Wen mercilessly pierced the shopkeeper's throat again. With his left hand, he brought the overturned jug to his eyes. Looking at the shopkeeper who was still twitching, Han Wen snorted coldly: "Mandarin duck pot? Mongolian sweat potion ?Dude! You're old-fashioned!"

Carrying the slender sword, Hanwen walked towards the interior of this small teahouse. It was pitch black, and walking back was the kitchen, where various tools, iron chains, big axes, and razors were placed... With a click, Hanwen bowed his head. Look at it is a white arm bone... a human arm bone!
"Killing you can be regarded as eliminating harm for the people!" Han Wen muttered silently, and after searching for a long time, he found a few wilting green vegetables and a live chicken... Cub!It seems that the business of this man who runs a black shop is also very sluggish recently!It is estimated that for the sake of numbness, I even got on that chicken!

Sighing, Han Wen looked at the half-sized chicken, and pursed his lips: "Then I can only wrong you! I don't have the guts to eat that one!"

Start a fire, boil water, kill chicken, scald chicken, pluck hair, wash vegetables, find a casserole, put the whole chicken in it, add some white wine to remove the fishy smell, add salt, seasoning spices, simmer slowly... Let's have enough food and clothing!
Taking advantage of the chicken stew, Han Wen also threw the unlucky black shop brother into a pit not far away. It can be seen that this pit is still very new, and it may be used by the black shop brother to bury the unlucky ghost. Unfortunately, he Now become the master of this pit;
"Men are afraid of entering the wrong profession, and women are afraid of marrying the wrong man, especially the former! It must not be like this! You must know that if you marry the wrong man, you can change again, but if you enter the wrong profession, it is not so easy to change! I know your name... In short, Brother Heidian! Go all the way! Don’t give it away!”, buried this Brother Heidian, said a few words in Korean, turned around and walked away without any regrets;

This is the arena, with this kind of cold-blooded style mixed with pleasure and pride, not everyone is qualified to be accompanied by women and look proudly, that is the privilege of some people, and more people are just struggling at the bottom!
Drinking and eating vegetables, Han Wen was satisfied with the result of his own work. It was very good. This black shop is his place to stay tonight...
Looking up at the stars and the night through the thatched roof, Han Wen fell asleep in a daze, and fell asleep sweetly;

At night, the weather was as dry and hot, but a group of people in the distance continued to move forward, lighting torches, and occasionally some people howled a few times, showing their heroism!

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