Chapter 683

Twilight four, the sky a touch of fire, clouds meandering mountains and rivers.

In the broken temple, a monk, a young man and a small snake are sitting opposite each other.

The little snake ran several times, but was caught by the young man. The young man threw the little snake into a daze. The little snake didn't run any more and was there obediently.

"Alas." The monk sighed, "it's not that I don't want to teach you, but that you can't learn those moves at all, and you can only learn how to put on airs, and you can't make them powerful."

"Do you know that I can't learn without teaching?"

"Do you have internal power?"

"No

"Do you know lightness skill?"

"No

"Isn't that enough? Only those with deep internal power can give full play to that boxing

Gu Jiao grabs the snake.

The monk's face changed and he held out his hand: "wait! I haven't finished yet

Gu Jiao's action, the snake hanging upside down in the air, with the ground to spit out no lethal snake letter son.

The monk calmed down, glanced at the red tassel gun beside the straw mat and said, "your weapon is a gun. I'll teach you a set of shooting techniques."

Well, monks can shoot.

Gu Jiao's current shooting skill is taught by the old Marquis. There are few moves in all, and only one as a killing move.

The old Marquis chose it for her according to her situation at that time. In fact, with the recovery of her strength, the shooting method was not enough.

The monk stood up, went to pick up the red tassel gun leaning against the wall, and went to the open space outside the temple: "watch it."

His long gun points to the ground, his eyes are awe inspiring, and his breath flows in an instant. If there is an invisible wind blade sweeping through the world wantonly.

Gu Jiao obviously felt that the monk's aura had changed. In fact, on second thought, the monk had changed a lot.

From him, she didn't feel that he knew martial arts, so the first time he fell into a trap, she didn't think it was strange.

But the terrible power that he unleashed when he killed Sirius made him look like a different person.

Really let Gu Jiao describe, Gu Jiao can't describe it.

Maybe... It's like Buddha, a Buddha falling into the evil way.

At present, the spirit of Buddha and devil is gone. He dances with a long gun and stands in the heaven and earth. He is noble and upright. Even his peach blossom eyes become more serious.

"What kind of shot is this?" Gu Jiao whispered.

After the last move, the monk threw the gun to Gu Jiao: "OK, it's your turn."

This long gun is very heavy. He just throws it like this. Isn't he afraid that she can't catch it?

The long gun, intentionally or unintentionally, brings a trace of the monk's own strength. Gu Jiao almost can't catch it. She steadfastly inserts the long gun into the ground heavily, and then it doesn't fall to the ground.

The monk slightly picks an eyebrow: "Yo, catch."

"So you did it on purpose?"

"Try how you recover. If you don't have enough strength, I can't teach you the next few moves."

What he said was "try how you recover", not "try how your original strength is". The meaning of these words is very different.

He knows what she was like before she was hurt.

Can she think that five days ago when she was fighting against the royal guards of the six Prince's residence, he was already there.

He kept watching until she couldn't do it.

"Why not? Didn't you remember? I'll call you again

"No

The shooting skills taught by the old Marquis lay a solid foundation for Gu Jiao. She can basically understand some complex moves.

The only thing is that she hasn't recovered from her injury. She really lacks a little physical strength, but she doesn't have to kill people. It's just enough to practice her gun.

The monk stood at the door, looking at Gu Jiao for a moment: "the first style."

The first move is the simplest. It's not very different from the most important move taught by the marquis. However, the Spear's head is two inches higher, and the force required for piercing is more than 20%.

Gu Jiao took back the red tassel gun, adjusted her breathing, and said to herself, "it's so simple. I didn't expect that it would take so much energy."

The monk untied the wine bag and took a big drink. He looked at Gu Jiao in his spare time and said, "the second style."

The second style is increased, Gu Jiao a jump, long gun from top to bottom, hard stab.

Her angle is exactly the same as that of the monk at that time.

It's a bit surprising that you can imitate it after only looking at it once.

After playing these two moves, Gu Jiao's physical strength was half consumed, and the wound began to hurt.

The monk didn't plan to stop Gu Jiao.

"The third form." He said solemnly.

It seems that since the monk began to play the red tassel gun, until now, watching her practice the gun, the monk's aura is not the same as what she once saw.

The third style is Chinese style, which has a deceptive move. It requires high speed and flexibility.

That is to say, Gu Jiao has never stopped exercising since she came here, otherwise she has to break her waist.

After this, Gu Jiao breathed a little.

Monk quite unexpectedly looked at Gu Jiao: "unexpectedly still have strength."

Gu Jiao plays all the moves in one breath. She says it's all. In fact, there are only five moves. But every time she does it, the difficulty is multiplied.

The monk murmured: "this girl, I was going to let you practice three times..."

Gu Jiao's legs are weak and she will fall down at any time, but she supports them with a red tassel gun.

She raised her hand, wiped the sweat on her forehead, and panted, "anything else?"

Monk Leng Leng: "and."

He hesitated, as if he had made a big decision, "three styles."

Gu Jiao was tired and full of stars. She didn't notice the tangle in his look. She handed him the red tassel gun: "I'll take a breath, and you can start again."

Otherwise she couldn't see clearly.

The monk stood in the open space under the dusk with a red tassel gun. The night wind blew up his monk's robes, and he gazed at the sky.

"I can do it." Gu Jiao said.

The monk didn't move.

Gu Jiao tilted her head: "monk?"

The monk held the red tassel gun tightly: "since you want to learn, I will teach you, but you remember, you can't use this set of gun to do evil, you can't use it to hurt the innocent, otherwise I will kill you myself."

Gu Jiao sat on the threshold and looked at him: "you are so solemn all of a sudden. I'm not used to it."

The difficulty of the latter three styles is not comparable to that of the first six styles. Gu Jiao can see it, but she can't really do it all.

"That's all for today." Said the monk.

"Oh." Gu Jiao took the gun.

They practiced all night, but they didn't care to eat. The monk went to the stream behind the broken temple and caught two fish to roast.

He went to pick some wild fruits nearby.

When he came back with a pile of wild fruits, there were only bones left in the two grilled fish. Gu Jiao's gills were bulging and her mouth was moving fast. She was trying to eliminate the evidence.

The monk said, "why did you finish eating again! You can't leave me some! "

Gu Jiao puffed her cheeks, like a fat squirrel eating, vaguely said: "consumption is too big, hungry, I can't help it."

Monk: "yes."

The monk went to catch two more fish. This time, he didn't leave. He was determined to guard against someone stealing.

Little snake was let go by Gu Jiao. After all, there was nothing wrong with it.

The monk concentrates on roasting fish.

Sitting on the hay, Gu Jiao took a cotton cloth from the basket and wiped the red tassel gun like a treasure.

The monk looked at the way she wiped the red tassel gun, and his thin lips pressed tightly.

Gu Jiao noticed that he looked at him. When she looked at him, he had already looked away and continued to roast fish.

In other words, the monk never asked why he appeared in the state of Zhao, why he dressed as a man, and why he met the royal guards in the prince's mansion?

Is he not curious about her at all, or has he long been——

The monk snorted coldly: "don't look at it. It's useless to look at it. I won't give it to you!"

Gu Jiao's thoughts were interrupted, and she decided to ask him, "what's your name?"

Monk does not have a name. She naturally asks for a legal name. For example, clearance is a legal name. It's just that clearance likes the name and it's still called clearance when it's vulgar.

After Gu Jiao asked, she thought about what kind of name the monk would call. As a result, she heard him say a word in a low voice.

Gu Jiao was stunned: "steaming? What to steam? Steamed rabbit or steamed spareribs? "

The monk roared: "can you have something else in your mind besides food?"

Gu Jiao: No, I'm starving these days.

The monk sighed, picked up a dead branch and wrote a word on the ground in Yan's Chinese: "Zheng."

This word, it seems, is not a legal name. It's his vulgar name.

The monk ended the conversation: "it's getting late. Go to sleep."

Gu Jiao: "I want to eat fish."

Monk: "yes."

After eating another fat and juicy roast fish, Gu Jiao felt her round little belly and went to sleep contentedly.

……

At night, Gu Jiao had a dream.

After she came to Shengdu, she had more dreams than before, but what's interesting is that she basically forgot them when she woke up, and in the dream, all the memories seemed to be linked together.

For example, when she came to the dream, she remembered the yard full of ringing flowers and the graveyard without tombstone.

Tonight, however, it is neither a yard nor a cemetery, but a boundless battlefield. There are endless battles, and soldiers are falling down. The sky is filled with blood.

On top of thousands of dead bones, a man in silver armor was riding on the black wind with the same silver armor, holding the reins tightly in one hand and the red tassel gun in the other.

His silver armor was already covered with blood, but there was no sign of regression in his eyes.

He looked at the army in front of him and said, "my son of Xuanyuan family will never give in even if he is the last one to fight."

The next second, the picture in the dream turned.

It's still this man.

Dressed in silver armour, he stood in the general camp, looking at the officials opposite and said in a cold voice, "anti? What if my Xuanyuan family is in reverse? The way of heaven is sorry for my Xuanyuan family. My Xuanyuan family is against the way of heaven! "

"Yinyin... Yinyin..."

It's the man's voice.

The picture has changed again.

His voice is especially gentle and doting in this picture.

It's just that his appearance is a little worse.

He was shot in the shoulder and two in the thigh. He lay on the ground, bleeding.

He tried to support himself with both hands so that he could sit up.

Beside him, there was a two-year-old girl squatting.

"Uncle, you're bleeding. You're bleeding a lot."

He laughed as if nothing had happened, wiped the blood from the palm of his hand on the armor without any trace, then raised his hand and touched the little girl's head: "uncle is not bleeding, uncle is playing with Yinyin."

The little girl tilted her head, as if to tell the truth of his words.

Then she asked, "uncle, does it hurt?"

He laughed and said, "it doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt at all. Yinyin, shall we play a game? "

"What are you playing with?" Asked the little girl.

He raised his head difficultly, held back the pain of tearing, pointed to the small house in front and said, "do you see the small house in front?"

The little girl nodded and said, "Yinyin saw it."

He said with a weak smile: "I'll count to one, two, three. You should run fast and fast. Don't stop or look back. You find a place to hide in the house. If you can keep your uncle from finding you, he will buy you sugar. "

……

The little girl hid in the dark for a long time. After a long sleep, she woke up. It was dark and bright again.

She struggled to get out of the box and stumbled back on her short legs.

The mountains used to be a sea of blood.

Her lonely little figure crawls over one body after another in a pool of blood.

"Uncle, where are you?"

"Yinyin won't play with you."

"Yinyin doesn't want sugar. Yinyin wants uncle."

The little girl looked up at the wall.

Gu Jiao: "don't --"

Gu Jiao trembled and opened her eyes.

The monk sat cross legged beside her and looked at her with a smile: "have you had a nightmare?"

It's like having a nightmare, but she can't remember anything when she wakes up. There's only one picture of a man in silver armor nailed to the wall by a red tassel.

Gu Jiao rubbed her heart.

The monk looked at it, took something out of the wide sleeve and threw it into her arms: "here you are."

"What?" Gu Jiao asked.

"Sugar." Said the monk.

"I don't like sugar." Gu Jiao gave the sugar back to him.

"Oh?" The monk accidentally picked an eyebrow, "how can someone not like sugar? My little apprentice loves to eat hard. If he is not happy every time, he can be coaxed with sugar

Gu Jiao asked him curiously, "do you have any apprentices?"

What apprentice can live three days in your hands?

How tenacious the vitality must be!

……

In the middle of the night, Gu Jiao didn't dream any more and slept until dawn.

Her health is OK. Even if the people in the prince's mansion come to chase her again, she can fight, at least she can run away.

It's time to go back.

"Why? What about the monk? "

speak of the devil.

The monk walked into the temple with a pile of fresh wild fruits in his arms and said, "help yourself to eat. It's time to go on the road."

Gu Jiao said, "are you going to leave?"

The monk said, "don't you go?"

Gu Jiao said, "I'll go."

The monk said, "what else do you say? Eat quickly and go on the road

"Oh."

Gu Jiao ate a few wild fruits, so sour.

After filling her stomach, Gu Jiao tidied up her things. There was almost nothing left in the first aid kit, and she lost her bow. However, she could make another one. With Master Lu and Xiao Shunzai, it was not difficult to make a bow.

Gu Jiao has a red tassel gun and a small basket on her back.

The monk put the remaining sour fruits into her little basket: "fill your hunger on the road!"

Gu Jiao squinted at him: "are you too lazy to give it to me?"

The monk held the bead in one hand: "Amitabha, good, good, poor monk, it's a good intention."

Gu Jiao: I believe you have a ghost.

They went out of the broken temple.

In fact, Gu Jiao wants to go to the imperial mausoleum to see the condition of the imperial concubine, but it's six days since the first wave of royal guards sent out by the prince's mansion. All that should have happened.

Or too female action fast enough, found the broken bridge after the royal guards body, and in the second wave of royal guards before coming back to Shengdu.

Or... Tainu has been killed.

"I'm going back to Shengdu. Where are you going next?" Gu Jiao asked the monk.

"I..."

As soon as the monk opened his mouth, a murderous air suddenly came from behind him!

Monk suddenly turned around, will Gu Jiao block behind, hit a palm, meet the attack of the other party!

The collision caused a crack in the road.

Looking at the empty path, the monk sneered and said, "Oh, you dare to attack me so far. You are good at it. Girl, you go first

Gu Jiao stretched out a small head from behind him and asked, "can you fight? But I can stay and help you. "

If it's a guy who can crush to death with one move, it won't force the monk to take charge. The internal power of that hand is much stronger than that of the three Sirius.

The monk casually laughed, a pair of peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed: "it's a tough guy, but it's not hard to beat. Let you go first, don't want that bull nose to see your face, think you and I are together, but I'll go to your trouble in the future. Of course, if you doubt it, stay... "

Before he finished his words, he turned to see Gu Jiao, who had to help him a second ago. At that moment, she had already run away!

Monk: "yes."

……

It took Gu Jiao two days to get back to Shengdu from Guanshan.

In fact, people in the prince's mansion don't know who killed the first wave of royal guards. They found the broken Temple by following the clues on the scene.

Before she and the monk left, she wiped out all traces of the broken temple.

As long as she doesn't show up, she won't be found by the people in the prince's mansion.

Gu Jiao came back to her house in the evening.

Nanshi Niang heard the sound of horse's hooves outside the door, and she went over and opened the door: "Jiaojiao!"

In recent days, whenever there is a horse's hoof in the alley, Nanshi Niang will come out to have a look.

"You are back!" Nanshi Niang looked around the alley, pulled Gu Jiao in, closed the door, bolted the door, and asked anxiously, "are you ok? What took you so long? "

"I'm fine." Gu Jiao said, "is everything OK at home?"

Nanshi Niang sighed: "we have nothing to do, but Yan'er has a heart attack. The night after you left, fortunately, you left the medicine. He burned all night, and the next day was OK."

The second night she left, it was time to fight with the royal guards.

She was hurt, so Gu Yan suffered.

"I'll see Gu Yan." Gu Jiao said.

"He just fell asleep." Nanshi Niang and Gu Jiao enter Gu Yan's house together.

On the bed, Gu Yan's breath was shallow and even, and his face was as pale as ever.

Nanshi Niang whispered: "are you really OK? What happened? "

Gu Jiao looked at Gu Yan on the bed and said to Nanshi Niang, "I've had a fight with the people in the prince's mansion. I'm in a bit of trouble. I've been delayed in the broken temple for a few days. The trouble has been solved. Nanshi Niang doesn't have to worry about it."

"Are you hurt?"

"I didn't."

"LIULANG has been here several times and just left this afternoon."

"What about Xiao Shun and his father Lu?"

"They went to buy firewood. Are you hungry? I'll make you something to eat. "

Nanshi Niang came out of the room.

Gu Jiao came to the bed, bent over, reached out and touched Gu Yan's forehead.

Gu Yan opened his eyes slowly.

Gu Jiao gently a smile: "know you wake up."

Gu Yan's eyes flashed, and he looked at her for a moment: "you lie."

Gu Jiao opened her mouth: "I..."

Gu Yan said, "you are injured."

Gu Jiao knows that even if she can hide it from the world, she can't hide it from Gu Yan.

Gu Yan pointed to the edge of the bed: "you sit down."

Gu Jiao said: "my body is dirty."

Gu Yan did not speak, so he looked at her stubbornly.

Gu Jiao sighed and sat down beside Gu Yan's bed. Gu Yan put his head on her leg and hugged her waist: "sister."

"Well?"

"Don't go out that long."

"Good."

……

Gu Jiao comes out of Gu Yan's house, and Nanshi Niang cooks the noodles.

Nanshi Niang put a bowl of steaming bacon noodles with dried bamboo shoots on the eight immortals table in the main room and asked Gu Jiao, "Yan'er is asleep?"

Gu Jiao nodded: "well, he fell asleep. This time he was really angry and coaxed for a long time."

Nanshi Niang couldn't help laughing and said, "it's good to coax you. I don't think you've been gone for a few days."

Gu Jiao picked up her chopsticks and asked, "I haven't had a big deal in Sheng these days, have I?"

Nanshi Niang thought about it and said, "there is a big thing... Indeed."

Gu Jiao sucks noodles.

Nanshi Niang said, "tainv is back."