[Comprehensive martial arts] Protect our little prince

After the beginning of summer, the summer heat gradually rose, and the already unstable rivers and lakes were thundered, and the whole rivers and lakes were boiled.

The Xiangtang of the Beggar Clan is surrounded by soldiers and horses from the imperial court, and the gang leader Nan Gongling is taken to the capital for the crime of murdering the old gang director Ci and several other famous martial arts masters together with Miao Seng Wuhua.

The old gang leader Ren was well-known as a chivalrous man during his lifetime, and he was the most benevolent and righteous person. Nangong Ling was raised by him, so how could he collaborate with others to kill old gang leader Ren?

What's more, his accomplice is Wuhua, a wonderful monk with an excellent reputation in the Jianghu.

If the rumors are true, is it true that the old gang leader who has been lingering in bed for the past few years is really old or weak, or was he secretly poisoned and murdered by Nangong Ling relying on his closeness to him?

Moreover, how did the beggar gang have something to do with Wuhua, a Shaolin disciple?

The disciples of the beggar gang are all over the world, and the people in the rivers and lakes who are eager to know more about the truth want to ask questions when they see the beggars. I don't know, even if I want to say it, I can't say anything, not to mention that this matter can be said to be a scandal of their beggar gang, and it's too late to hide it, so how can it be publicized?

Nangong Ling was arrested, the beggar gang still had elders who could take charge, Wang Shibao was chosen as acting gang leader hastily, and he gave an order on the same day, if anyone asked these questions again, they would beat them one at a time.

The martial arts of ordinary disciples of the Beggar Gang are not high, but there are many of them. The names of the biggest gangs in the Jianghu are there, and the emaciated camels are bigger than horses. Touch their moldy head.

It's just that curiosity killed people, and the feeling of scratching one's heart and lungs was really uncomfortable. Those Jianghu people couldn't ask anything from the disciples of the beggar gang, so they turned around and ran to Putian Shaolin Temple.

However, this time, they didn't even enter the gate of Shaolin Temple, and they were blocked at the foot of the mountain by the warrior monks who were waiting in formation. After Wuhua's body was sent back, Master Tianfeng closed the door to thank the guests, not even the monks in the temple, let alone Talk about those Jianghu people who are obviously not good at coming.

Those Jianghu people couldn't ask questions from the disciples of the Beggar Gang, and they couldn't see Master Tianfeng, so they should go to the government to find out what happened?

Forget it, the government is more difficult to provoke than the Shaolin beggars combined, at worst they will wait patiently, or the whole story will be revealed, or their curiosity will gradually disappear, it is better than messing with the Shaolin beggars Offend the government.

There is a lot of discussion everywhere in the rivers and lakes, but the capital is still the same as before. This is the capital of the Great Song Dynasty.

The life experiences of Wuhua and Nangongling involved a secret more than 20 years ago. Chu Liuxiang and others did not announce it to the outside world. The old gang leader Ren was killed by Nangongling, and Master Tianfeng is still there. If it is publicized, Master Tianfeng will never have peace up.

Nangong Ling lost her soul after hearing the news of Wu Hua's death, and she didn't resist when she was shackled, as if Wu Hua died, and his life was meaningless.

Chu Liuxiang personally escorted him to the capital, and the truth came out, but his mood did not improve. Lu Xiaofeng drank with him for several days, and when he was about to break down, he suddenly slapped his head, "Xiangshuai, Haven't you gone to Shenshui Palace to talk to Yin Ji, the jellyfish, about Tianyi Shenshui?"

"Oops, I forgot such an important thing." Chu Liuxiang's face changed, and only then did he remember that there was still a sharp sword hanging above his head. I don't know the truth, and if I can't wait for his explanation, I'm afraid I will continue to cause trouble, "Thank you brother Lu for reminding, save this wine for next time, I have to go to Shenshui Palace first."

"Men are not allowed in the Shenshui Palace. Xiangshuai had better ask the girls on your boat to accompany you." Lu Xiaofeng put down his wine glass, the drunkenness in his eyes was gone. He had heard the name of the jellyfish Yin Ji. Avalokitesvara is a rare woman who is comparable to her. If she can avoid such troubles, try not to provoke them. Even if Chu Xiangshuai is good at solving troubles, she can't make fun of her life.

"At first I planned to find a way to meet Yu Bao, but now it seems that I can only see him after I come out of Shenshui Palace." Chu Liuxiang stretched his muscles and bones, looked at the bustling crowd outside and sighed, "Brother Lu, take care, There will be a period later."

Before the words fell, the person had disappeared into the room.

Lu Xiaofeng watched him leave, then leaned on the table and muttered, "I want to see Ming Yu too, but I can't."

The little ancestor's injury is still not healed, and the poison on his body has not been cured. A few days ago, he went to Hefangzhai to find Ximen Chuuxue almost every day, and then Ximen Chuuxue beat him out. In order not to disturb Ximen Chuuxue's research and development of the antidote, he dared not Ask about the progress.

Sneaking into the palace was not difficult for him, but the difficulty was that there were still the emperor and Gong Jiu in the palace, even if he had ten more guts, he would not dare to act as a punching bag in front of them during this time.

In the palace, the little ancestor who was missed by Lu Xiaofeng was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at the branches fifty paces away, the lancet in his hand seemed to be light and weak, but he nailed it to the trunk just as the leaves were falling .

The one he is sitting on now is not prepared by Chu Liuxiang, but an old wheelchair that was used ruthlessly from the Shenhou Mansion. It is suitable for his body type. The wheelchairs used by ruthless are all equipped with hidden weapons, and this one is no exception.

The little prince has more memories of wheelchairs than people, and when he sits on it, he knows how to move forward, backward, turn left, and turn right. Then, the two older brothers discovered that their little ancestor seemed to have a remarkable ability.

The little guy doesn't like to stay in the house, and he doesn't want to go to the yard. What he likes most is to sit on the porch and look outside. The warm wind in late spring and early summer is comfortable, neither too cold nor too hot, so they didn't stop him .

There are not many court ladies and eunuchs in the bedroom, even if they come in, they dare not make a sound. No one saw when the little ancestor made a move. When he pushed the wheelchair and walked in front of Gong Jiu, and opened the empty hidden compartment, the tree trunk was already tied. There was a hidden weapon.

What kind of lancet, iron thorns, plum blossom dart, wishful beads, each with leaves tied on their bodies.

Gong Jiu was taken aback when he saw those hidden weapons. He had already checked the wheelchair, so why are there hidden compartments to hide these things?

Now the little ancestor threw everything out, what if he accidentally hurt himself?

After that time, Master Jiu suddenly remembered that their little ancestor didn't know how to conceal weapons at all. Since he didn't know how to conceal weapons, how could he throw them so accurately?

Ruthlessness was quickly spread to the palace, and it happened that Ximen Chuuxue was also coming for a consultation, and the two rushed together. When they came, the little ancestor was having a temper tantrum, and the young man was sitting in a wheelchair with red eyes, as if he had been greatly abused. Wronged.

It's useless for the emperor to coax him himself, as long as he doesn't want to talk, it's useless even if the king of heaven comes.

Wuqing's current wheelchair is much improved than the old one used a few years ago, and it looks more attractive. The little guy didn't listen to his brother's words at all, and tilted his head to look at the wheelchair that was better than the wheelchair he was sitting on. , looked at it for a while and then accurately clicked out all the hidden boxes above.

After picking and choosing for a long time, my favorite is the thin and narrow double-edged lancet.

The ruthless action was stopped by Gong Jiu, and after that, it was the current situation.

Gong Jiu walked over and pulled out the knife, looking at the leaf on it that was only half the size of a palm, his expression was inexplicable, he was not good at hidden weapons, and he was not sure that he could accurately pierce the leaves at such a distance, and their little ancestor was even less good at hidden weapons Well, that kid would just swing his ridiculously heavy iron and smash it indiscriminately. Hidden weapons, such delicate objects, have never been to his liking.

But now, the little ancestor has learned hidden weapons without a teacher, what's going on?

There were many people sitting in the pavilion. Zhao Mingyu and Wuqing were side by side in wheelchairs, and beside them were the emperor and Ximen Chuuxue who were also puzzled. They never imagined that things could turn out like this.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at the little guy's numb expression, shook his head and said in a low voice, "The head is a very important place. There are not a few people who lose their memory or die after being injured. Other memories, it’s just that this situation is extremely rare, and I always thought it was a country tale.”

"It's really puzzling to be able to master hidden weapons after a head injury." Zhao Mingning frowned. Of course he was happy that the little ancestor could have more self-protection power, but this self-protection power was based on his injury. Come on, I can't be happy again just thinking about it.

Gong Jiu came back with the lancet, "Brother Huang, Ming Yu's strength and timing of swinging the knife are just right. Among the few of us, only the ruthless chief arrester can do it."

People's ruthlessness is a skill that has been practiced since childhood, but the little ancestor's ability fell from the sky, and it really makes people don't know what to say.

He ruthlessly leaned over to the emperor, said "I'm sorry" and then turned the wheelchair to the other side, noticing that the little guy's eyes would follow the wheelchair, and then asked softly, "The little prince's mind is damaged, it's because he doesn't have any previous memories. Don't remember?"

There are many people who use hidden weapons in the world, but few use hidden weapons in wheelchairs. The little ancestor can find out the hidden weapons in his wheelchair so accurately. Does it mean that he still vaguely remembers something?

Ximen Fuxue nodded, "It's not impossible."

Zhao Mingning looked at the brat who had been staring at the outsiders without blinking, and gritted his teeth, feeling very unhappy. He had worked so hard to raise him, but the brat could remember the ruthless wheelchair but not his own brother, and so on. He's healed, his ass must be beaten until it blooms.

His Majesty the Emperor was unhappy, and the consequences were serious. Not long after, the ruthless Ximen Chuuxue and even Gong Jiu were sent out together. It was getting late, and the key to the palace gate would be released later. My love will come back tomorrow.

Gong Jiu knew that his cousin was getting jealous again, so he didn't say anything, but sent Wuqing and Ximen Chuuxue to the gate of the palace. Ximen Chuuxue, a majestic sword god, has been used as a genius doctor these days, and he hasn't complained yet. Where can one find such a good-tempered person?

As the sun set and the moon rose, the emperor personally took care of the little ancestor to wash, and he couldn't help sighing after carrying him back to the bed, "If the little piglet loses weight, it will have no meat. A little piglet without meat can't be sold at a good price. No matter how hard you are, My brother was really angry."

The little piggy lay obediently under the quilt, and blinked innocently, as if he didn't know what the man meant.

Zhao Mingning rubbed his head, and couldn't help but sighed again, "Forget it, we'll settle the score when you get better, the relationship between our brothers for so many years didn't let you remember, you just remembered the ruthless wheelchair, you Let my brother tell you what's good about you?"

His Majesty put the child to sleep, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at it for a while, and then quietly went to the next room to rest. Since he brought the little ancestor back to the present, he has never returned to his bedroom.

The moon was in the middle of the sky, and the palace also fell into silence. A black shadow passed over the palace, and appeared silently beside the sleeping young man's bed, and stuffed a pill into his mouth without saying a word.

The little ancestor was sleeping just right, but suddenly he was woken up by the bitter taste in his mouth, he struggled to open his eyes and saw a face exactly like himself, his pupils tightened and he clenched the quilt and started screaming, "Ghost ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

The emperor next door was awakened suddenly, and hurried in before he could put on his coat. He was taken aback when he saw that face, and then called out a name uncertainly, "Ming Yu?"

The little ancestor was almost scared out of his wits, thinking that his dear brother was calling him, and was about to hide in his arms, "Brother, brother, brother, brother, brother!!! There are ghosts, ghosts, ghosts, ghosts, ghosts, ghosts!! !!"

Zhao Mingyu: ...

"How did you make him such a fool?"