Wulin Tianjiao

In the sultry night, Wu Xia walked on the streets of the city, brushing past the pedestrians around him.

The neon lights hit his face, and the flickering colors didn't make him look any warmer, but instead showed a strange sense of alienation.

He walked all the way from the busy street to a supermarket.

He left here three years ago, and he came here again three years later.

This supermarket looks the same as before, but the furnishings are much older. The surrounding area has begun to be rebuilt. Many houses have the word "demolition" written on the walls. It is estimated that this supermarket will at least undergo some renovations.

It was almost midnight, the supermarket was packing up and closing, and some employees got off work one after another. A person walked out of the supermarket and saw Wu Xia standing in front of the door, in a daze.

The employee had never seen such a handsome guy, wearing a black half-length trench coat, standing in the night wind and looking this way quietly.

It's just that the handsome guy doesn't have any expression, he looks a little indifferent, his pair of pitch-black eyes are like cold stars, without any warmth.

Afraid of disturbing this cold handsome guy, he asked cautiously: "Hello, we are off work, what do you want to buy come tomorrow."

Wu Xia nodded and didn't speak. The employee seemed to be new, and Wu Xia had never seen him before.

Just when the employees were at a loss, another person came out of the supermarket.

Seeing Wu Xia, the man opened his eyes wide, pointed at Wu Xia and opened his mouth for a long time but couldn't speak.

Wu Xia has a good memory, so he recognizes that this is an old employee of the supermarket, and he probably forgot his own name.

Wu Xia waved his hands at the two of them, and then continued to walk forward.

He should be the same as them, but now it is completely different. For example, Wu Xia can see people gathering in front of him from a distance.

The eyesight of martial arts practitioners also improves with the improvement of internal strength. If they concentrate, they can detect movements from far away.

Three years ago, this place was not a safe place, but now it is being demolished everywhere, and bad incidents can even breed in the ruins.

Wu Xia didn't deliberately avoid it, but walked straight forward.

Until he got to the front of the group.

A few gangsters were beating a beggar, and they seemed to be robbing the beggar of his money.

Wu Xia stopped in his tracks.

Seeing someone coming, those gangsters stopped their hands one after another, turned their heads to look at Wu Xia, and one of them cursed: "Look at that."

Wu Xia said, "Blocking the way."

The gangster laughed angrily: "This little boy has a big temper." Seeing that Wu Xia was dressed brightly, they began to plan on Wu Xia.

Several people gestured to each other with their eyes, then waved their fists and punched Wu Xia.

Wu Xia saw that those people moved, and there was a gap between them. He moved his footsteps, like a puff of light smoke, passing through the crowd, erratic and erratic.

The gangsters didn't see clearly at all, they realized that the person in front of them was gone, turned their heads, and found that he was behind them.

They looked at each other in blank dismay, terrified in their hearts, could they have encountered a ghost?

Wu Xia didn't look around, walked past the beggar who was beaten, and was about to leave.

The beggar scratched his shaggy and dirty hair and said, "You're leaving like this? People in the rivers and lakes, the road is rough, you should help."

Wu Xia said, "Do you need it?"

The beggar burst out laughing, at this time many homeless people came out from the dark place, came slowly and surrounded Wu Xia.

Only then did Wu Xia turn around, and said to the gangsters: "Seeing the road is rough, I will help you, why don't you get out?"

Seeing this situation, those gangsters knew that those beggars were going to trouble this little boy. These people were so mysterious that they didn't know who they were, so they ran away in a hurry.

The beggars didn't stop him either, they just surrounded Wu Xia tighter and tighter.

The beggar just now seemed to be a small boss. He smiled and said to Wu Xia, "Brother Wu Xia, I finally saw you. You are now a big celebrity in the martial arts world."

Wu Xia looked at him coldly and didn't speak.

"You rebelled against the sect, not only swallowed the martial arts cheats, but also used the martial arts treasure, the claustrophobic Zhelan, for your own use. The martial arts alliance issued an order from the leader, and the whole martial arts wanted you. You said that you, the living mobile cheat library, didn't even know Dodge it and walk on the main road in broad daylight, could it be that you have practiced secret martial arts and are confident?"

Wu Xia's expression was dispirited, as if he didn't want to talk about it at all, but he still said: "I thought the Beggar Gang was a decent name, but I didn't expect it to be the same as the previous bastards. Don't talk about the martial arts alliance, you just want cheats That's all."

He raised his hand, pointed to his temple, and said, "It's all here, grab it if you can."

The eyes of the beggar gang are all over the world, and it is very easy to find him. Wu Xia is not surprised, but he is not in a good mood when he returns to his hometown tonight, and he feels a little impatient.

Everyone from the beggar gang surrounded Wu Xia, each of them took out a bamboo stick from behind, put it on the ground and hit it repeatedly.

Listening to those "empty" voices, Wu Xia remained expressionless and did not move.

The leading beggar said: "Brother Wu, please come with us."

As soon as the words fell, everyone picked up bamboo sticks and attacked Wu Xia in unison.

Those bamboo sticks are like sapphire in the night, entangled, hooked and hacked, making continuous moves, one person after another, without giving anyone a chance to breathe.

Wu Xia waited for the bamboo sticks to strike in front of him before expelling his palms. The wind from his palms struck and pushed those sticks away.

It was just letting him hit me with great strength, which affected four or two thousand catties.

At this time, Wu Xia has the skills of Lu Zhixing and Gan Yu, and he is no longer a fledgling rookie. Coupled with the effect of being claustrophobic, the internal force in his body can already rank in the forefront of the martial arts, even if it is a simple one. The Tai Chi palm technique is also very different from before.

The dog-beating sticks of the beggar gang are tools of uprightness and straightness. Wu Xia used bend to straightness and softness to overcome rigidity. He formed a circle between several bamboo sticks. Everyone in the beggar gang couldn't get close to him, but they still wanted to surround Wu Xia again to restrain Wu Xia.

Seeing that they were stubborn, Wu Xia suddenly changed his palm style and stopped fighting with them. His internal energy was concentrated in his palms, shaking mountains and clearing clouds. Flew out directly.

Everyone was stunned by him.

Just now, Wu Xia directly used his internal strength to resist the crowd, and did not use any fancy external strength at all. This kind of crushing of internal strength made the disciples of the beggar gang understand that they had no chance in front of Wu Xia.

Seeing that everyone was stunned, Wu Xia lay down on his stomach, folded his palms, and turned around again.

Without saying a word, he walked into the deeper night.

Someone in the beggar gang wanted to catch up, but was stopped by the leader. He said: "None of us are his opponents. It seems that it is true as the rumors say. He is now unfathomable. Our trip is just to find out the truth. Since If you find his trace, go back and report."

Wu Xia was not interested in listening to the plots of the disciples of the beggar gang. He continued to walk forward. At night, there was no one on the familiar but unfamiliar old street, only a few wild cats occasionally jumped from the roof.

Wu Xia looked up, staring at those rooftops in a daze.

Lu Zhixing once hugged him and passed through those places lightly.

His heart finally fluctuated a bit, but he suppressed it, he lowered his head and continued to walk forward.

When he reached the place where he once rented, he slowed down.

He didn't know why he came here, but after leaving Wudang, he always felt that he had nowhere to call home.When Lu Zhixing took him away, this was his last contact with the secular world, and he wanted to come and see the place where he used to live.

But those people were always chasing after him and harassing him.

That day, he discovered the real claustrophobic jalan, and took it almost without hesitation.The claustrophobic Zhelan runs through the meridians, and there are no restrictions. The internal forces of Lu Zhixing and Gan Yu in his body are perfectly harmonized with his own internal forces, and he has rapidly increased his skills for nearly a hundred years without practicing any transformation techniques.

As his internal strength improved with each passing day, the secrets in his mind became clearer.

People from the Wulin League were rushing to Wudang, trying to control him, but Li Zhuyu let it go, he only slightly injured a few Wudang senior brothers, and then left all the way down the mountain.

This is the first time he has shot against a fellow player, but he doesn't have any big feelings anymore.

The life and death of the person he cares about the most is uncertain, and what will others do to him.

After he went down the mountain, the Martial Arts Alliance issued the leader's order. Some people chased him along the way, and some people coveted his martial arts and wanted to catch him back, but they were all resolved by him.

At present, they are still scattered and small temptations, and he knows that the scale of encirclement and suppression will become larger and larger.

But he didn't care about those, he just wanted to come back and see the old place now.

But just downstairs where he used to live, there is a luxurious car parked, the lines of the car body shining smoothly under the dim street lights, forming a stark contrast with the dilapidated neighborhood around.

Wu Xia finally had an expression tonight, he frowned, looking a little displeased.

A few people got out of the car, all wearing black suits. When they saw Wu Xia, one of them came over and said respectfully to Wu Xia, "Young Master, we are here to pick you up."

Wu Xia didn't speak.

Seeing that Wu Xia didn't say a word, the man didn't get angry, and continued, "The boss ordered us to pick you up. She said she wanted to see you very much."

Wu Xia had already guessed who it was, but still asked, "Who is your boss?"

The man replied: "Our boss is Miss Ye Yunlan."

Wu Xia raised his eyes, looked at the upper floor of the old building, and identified where he used to live.

When he found the direction, he stared at it for a while, and the men in black suits were waiting respectfully aside without disturbing him.

After Wu Xia had seen enough, he said, "Let's go."

Surprised in the black suit, he quickly opened the door to let Wu Xia get in the car.

Wu Xia held the car door and looked at the building again.

Everywhere he walked tonight, he stayed with Lu Zhixing, but it is a pity that some places are destined to be impossible to enter even if you reach the door.

He withdrew his gaze, got into the luxury car, and let them take him away from the place he ran all the way back to have a look.