Chapter 12 Tianjin Hero

Author: Night Rain Lights

Chapter 12 Tianjin Hero

"Ho?"

When Chen Zhuo heard this surname, he had not yet reacted, but soon became energetic.

Yesterday, Zuo Zongsheng talked to him about the situation of the escort agency and several people who could be roughly called the same sect, one of whom had the surname "Huo".

Wang Wu has few disciples, and Tan Sitong, who was generously executed in the year of Wuxu, barely counted half of it. The reason why they say half is because the two have a deep friendship, and they are more of it because they are both good friends, both teachers and friends, and their friendship is no longer described as master-disciple relationship.

The rest are Wang Wu's son "Wang Shaobin" who has returned to Cangzhou and the old escorts from several escort agencies. Unfortunately, the child is born weak and sick and has no chance of martial arts. Those escorts have established escort agencies with Wang Wu, and have gone step by step to this day. The escorts are mostly taught by Wang Wu, and they are considered to be fellow disciples.

In fact, there are many people in the Wumen who have been instructed by Wang Wu, but they can make a name for themselves. Like Chen Zhuo, there are not many people who walk out of the place and roam the other side. Therefore, there are many teachings and few disciples, and most of them are registered.

In addition, when it comes to the "Xingyi Sect", Li Cunyi and Wang Wu have a close relationship, so he can also call his disciples his disciples a fellow brother. Like Cheng Tinghua, he is obviously a "Bagua Sect", but he can call him a master.

As for this disciple named "Huo", it's unusual.

It was not someone else, but the "Tianmen hero" who moved the world, Huang-faced Hu, and Huo Yuanjia.

Before everyone could react, there was already a person walking outside, holding an umbrella and walking slowly, facing the frost and snow all over the sky.

"Ahem..."

Before the person could see it, the coughing sound came in first.

Chen Zhuo turned his head and looked back without feeling shocked.

The sky was dim outside the door, and the cold wind and snow roared. He subconsciously saw that the umbrella man paused and raised his eyes. The two looked at each other from the air, and an unusual aura quietly spread. When the wind and snow were rushing, Chen Zhuo seemed to see a colorful tiger under the umbrella full of snow petals, but in a blink of an eye the tiger turned into a gray robe and black jacket.

But it was dazzled.

Chen Zhuo took a deep breath of the cold wind, and was very surprised. What the martial artist practiced was nothing but essence, energy, and spiritual samadhi. This person showed his every move and showed his spirit of the tiger's body. He was really very good. He was afraid that he could throw him into the tiger group and make a few moves. He was afraid that he could already be among the masters.

He was shocked, and the person under the umbrella also saw a strange look in his eyes.

I saw that there were three people in the house before, but I didn’t want to turn my head and look back. When I looked back, my popularity suddenly disappeared. I looked back like a lone wolf in the snow, and I became a look of an eagle looking at the wolf. When I looked at it, it made my hands chill, my skin trembled, and my energy was alert.

The man was thirty years old, his face was pale yellow, he held an umbrella in one hand and half in his sleeve. When he entered the door, he said to Chen Zhuo with a gentle voice: "Okay, he is worthy of being a new disciple of the master. At this age, he already has such an atmosphere. It is indeed extraordinary. Junior brother, Yuan Jia has seen it."

It was indeed Huo Yuanjia.

Chen Zhuo subconsciously looked at the senior brother more. Although he looked sick, if he remembered correctly, this person was carrying a heavy burden with divine power. His figure was easy to be an ordinary person at first glance. His skeleton was wide and thick, and his divine marrow was in his bones. His strength had turned from light to dark, his muscles and bones were great, and his power was like a tiger.

Huo Yuanjia gathered his umbrella at the door and shook the snow. He then clasped his fists to Cheng Tinghua and Zuo Zongsheng and said, "Yuan Jia met Master Cheng! Senior Brother!"

"Junior Brother Huo, why are you in the capital?"

Zuo Zongsheng was both surprised and happy. Since Wang Wu was arrested and fled from Beijing, Junior Brother Huo has often come to the door and has helped the escort agency a lot.

Huo Yuanjia sat down and smiled, "It's a coincidence that I happened to go to Beijing to deliver a batch of medicinal materials to the pharmacy a few days ago. I originally thought about the matter being done and came to see you. When I didn't want to have a meal, I heard that the guy said that Shenshoumen had posted a war letter to the escort agency, and rushed over without thinking."

He looked at Chen Zhuo again, and saw that he was still standing still, and couldn't help but smile and said, "What's wrong? Could it be that he doesn't look down on me, my senior brother?"

Chen Zhuo immediately folded his fists and greeted him, "Chen Zhuo, have met Senior Brother Huo!"

"Chen Zhuo? It's not clumsy for being clumsy, but not clumsy for being clumsy." Huo Yuanjia smiled, but asked very seriously in a flash: "How sure are you able to win?"

Chen Zhuo didn't even think about it, "I have never fought and dared not make a conclusion."

Huo Yuanjia nodded, "No, the winner, life and death, one side and one vertical, you have to try it to know when the war period is set?"

"Ten days later!" Cheng Tinghua said, "This kid has never beaten the game, and he always uses a way to make moves and see blood. He had fought with the people from the Shenshou Sect before. I'm afraid that someone has already seen some tricks. We plan to feed him these days, and we can calculate as much as we can."

"It's all." Huo Yuanjia pondered for a moment and coughed a few times, "Since that's the case, I'm just me. Now it's not that the junior brother is asking us to practice our methods so well. Life and death on the ring is a moment, not seeking success, but only seeking wonderful uses. Sometimes the winner is often at the right edge, so we just seek that opportunity."

Several of them are all people who practice martial arts and have extraordinary perseverance. Since this battle cannot be avoided, they can only face difficulties and say nothing more.

...

God's hand gate.

The portal is located on Jurifang North Street, with nearly 300 disciples. Regardless of strength, it is undoubtedly the number one in Wumen, the capital city, based on its power alone.

In this world, although all martial arts sects and sects are blooming everywhere and there are many sects, most of them are treasured and unwilling to pass on them lightly. Although the Tai Chi is profound in its Bagua, there are only a few true teachings in one generation, and then the transmissions are mostly family children. It is very difficult for outsiders to be included in the sect wall to teach the true teachings.

How many people follow the rules and do not pass on their relatives, and would rather lose them than pass them lightly.

Ao Qing was the one who was rejected back then.

He lost his mother at the age of five and his father at the age of eight. He was deceived into the black market at the age of nine. He was bought by a man who was a smart and pleasing mouth and then accepted it as a disciple, leading him to travel around the world and performing wrestling skills.

When he was fifteen years old, he took advantage of his master's unpreparedness and threw his master to death by wrestling, and turned to various sects, but he was rejected because he led his skills to the master.

At the age of sixteen, he joined Prince Yi's disciple. Because he sacrificed his life to protect the princess, he was valued by Prince Yi. He was recommended by him and was appointed as the disciple of Master Wuxing and Su Lao, and he received a free hand in Yue's family.

At the age of 23, his army died suddenly and was promoted to the head of the royal palace in less than half a year.

At the age of twenty-five, he created the Tianjue Hand and established the God Hand Gate.

The night is getting deeper, the wind and snow are getting thicker, and the indoor lights are brightly lit.

"Bang!"

A whip sounded abruptly.

Under the fluorescent light, Ao Qing sat on a chair with a teacup and tasting the fragrant leaves. He listened to the screams in his ears without any waves.

"ah!"

The heart-wrenching scream came from a woman's mouth.

My body had already been whipped out of shocking blood marks. Although my clothes were torn, I could no longer see any beautiful spring scenery. My hands and feet were tied tightly in the air by four ropes, and they were extremely tightly tied.

More than this one.

In the huge dark room, five people were hung up in such bloody and half-dead, including three men and two women. Two of them could still see some human form, while the rest were almost whipped into rotten flesh and died for a long time.

These people are the White Lotus Sect members they caught today.

Ao Qing had little expression on his face, his narrow eyes narrowed, and his tone was lightly asked at the woman who was still trembling: "Where has the Saint of White Lotus gone?"

When the woman heard this, she closed her eyes, pursed the corners of her mouth, and a thread of blood flowed down.

Ao Qing looked at this scene, drank tea slowly, and said casually: "Give it down and feed the dog."

After saying that, he walked out of the dark room slowly and came to the study.

The cold plum blossoms outside the window are spitting brightly, and the crown covers the fragrance.

Several disciples were waiting respectfully.

Ao Qing patted the cotton sleeves and asked lightly: "Have you answered the post?"

The leader replied quickly: "I've picked it up, Master, who do we send to fight?"

Ao Qing smiled, as if he heard a joke, and his eyes slanted, "You go? Or who will go? Two or three years of cat-foot kung fu, I also want to learn to become famous in this battle. I have already chosen someone to show my face."

After speaking, a burly man suddenly saw a burly man walking out from behind the screen in the study.

In the midst of winter, this person only wore a sheepskin waistcoat, his head was as dry as grass, his face was stern, his arms were thick as pythons, his muscles were twisted, his hands were exposed, covered with calluses like cast iron. Under the lamp, you could see the raised temples and flesh like copper and iron.

Seeing that there was another person in the room before them, several disciples couldn't help but feel frightened and their faces changed wildly.

Ao Qing smiled strangely, and then said something amazing, "This is the Dharma King of the White Lotus Sect, but it is also your senior brother. Ten days later, he will fight."

Don’t follow the plot of Yidaocheng too much. I made a lot of changes and just follow the plot in the book.
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