Astral Apostle

Everyone happily accepted Duan Yunfeng, invited him to sit by the fire and talked, and got to know each other a bit.

"My old Guo has traveled south and north, and I am quite familiar with Yanbei Green Forest, but I have never heard of Brother Duan's name. I don't know where Brother Duan used to work?"

Guo Haishen asked curiously.

Duan Yunfeng shook his head: "I was not a native of the green forest before. I studied with my teacher since I was a child. Later, when my master passed away, I returned to my hometown."

"I don't know who my brother is from?"

"It's not appropriate for me to call Master by his name. He used to be in the world, and he has the name 'Jianhan Northwest', but he has long since retired."

Hearing this, Guo Haishen was slightly moved: "Jianhan Northwest... but senior Nie Wu?"

"Exactly." Duan Yunfeng nodded.

"It turned out to be Senior Nie's apprentice, I'm sorry."

Guo Haishen was in awe and clasped his fists solemnly.

Seeing that many of his companions were confused, he turned his head and introduced the life of this man in detail.

This Nie Wu was a top swordsman who ran rampant in the North twenty or thirty years ago. He was a world-famous loner. He was good at wielding a pair of swords and swords. In his hands, there were countless masters in all corners of the world.

At that time, the emperor of the previous generation was in power, and a clean official was murdered by a traitor, wrongfully convicted, beheaded and executed, and his family members were exiled and distributed, or charged into the church. Nie Wu once received the favor of this innocent official, ran thousands of miles to rescue, saved the family of this innocent official, and then went to Beijing alone, and brazenly assassinated the traitor, so he broke his arm, got injured and escaped, and since then disappeared without a trace, and has no trace.

"Senior Nie, who repays his kindness without sacrificing himself, is also a heroic man."

Zhou Jing nodded.

No wonder this Yunfeng dared to enter the palace to assassinate the emperor. It turns out that this is all a tradition...

Duan Yunfeng took off the double swords on his back, sighed softly, and said, "Master has only two disciples in his life. My brother left without saying goodbye, and I don't know where to go. Before Master passed away, he passed on the weapons he used to roam the rivers and lakes in the past. I am called the Son and Mother Python Sparrow Sword."

Everyone looked at the two swords in his hand, one long and one short, and the style was rather simple.

"Brother Duan is from Yanbei, how did you come to Jiangchun now?"

Fang is really curious.

Hearing this, Duan Yunfeng's face darkened:

"I Yicheng go home,

Coinciding with the severe drought in Yanbei, all the elders in my hometown died of natural and man-made disasters. The world is so big that I have nowhere to go. , so he came to take effect. "

He didn't dare to fully trust everyone at the moment, so he concealed the part about assassinating the emperor.

"Brother, don't worry, my second brother is here to keep their heads rolling."

Fang Zhen patted his chest.

Hearing this, Duan Yunfeng looked at Zhou Jing and said solemnly, "I don't know what Brother Chen's long-term plans are. It's a pleasure to act for the heavens everywhere, but if you kill so many county officials, the court will not turn a blind eye, and sooner or later it will lead to disaster."

Although he felt that Chen Feng was worth serving, he also wanted to know what long-term plans this person had.

Hong Ding, who was on the side, snorted first: "The court wants me to wait, it's not a day or two, what's there to be afraid of?"

These days, people have killed a lot of county officials, making it more and more unbearable for the government. However, there is no good way to take Chen Feng's small gang.

Ordinary small gangs of rogues are actually very easy to destroy, but with the exception of Chen Feng, it is completely different. Hundreds of officers and soldiers are chasing or ambushing, but they are killed and discarded.

This gang is small and flexible, and only wanders in the county town and the countryside. If a large army is sent to chase and block it, and people go to the mountains, it will take a long time. Every day people eat horse chews and it will cost a lot of money. Even if the issue of baggage is not mentioned, Chen Feng's ability to sneak into the barracks to assassinate officers is enough to make officers from all over the world daunted.

And even if the sea capture documents were issued and the reward was given to Chen Feng, no one would dare to provoke him.

The prefectures in Jiangchun have never seen such a troublesome small band of rogues, which is like a gangrene attached to the bones, which makes people extremely headache.

However, Zhou Jing doesn't care too much. If the court really doesn't care about the cost, it will still be very troublesome, so he is currently only wandering in the countryside, controlling the intensity. Bandit Suppression State.

After all, in the eyes of the government, although the harm of this group of people is not small, the number of people is really small, and it is impossible to form a climate. It seems that it is more cost-effective to wait for Chen Feng to flee to other state and provincial boundaries than to pay huge casualties to exterminate them.

For many state officials, as long as Chen Feng is not involved in his own affairs, he can hang high.

Zhou Jing wanted to listen to this person's thoughts, and asked, "I wonder what Brother Duan has in mind?"

Duan Yunfeng pondered: "Brother Chen has killed too many officials, and it is no longer acceptable to the imperial court. Even if Xiao gathers in the mountains and forests, I am afraid that they will not be able to be recruited. In the future, the world will have nowhere to hide.

The voice fell, the field was quiet, and the needle drop could be heard.

Zhou Jing raised his brows.

Good guy, are you more anxious than me?

That's right, this guy is going to assassinate the emperor, he has no way to retreat than me, he has already fought it out, and he is not afraid of wearing shoes with bare feet.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Duan Yunfeng said bitterly:

"The emperor is incoherent, the treacherous ministers control the imperial line, and the north has suffered disasters year after year, but the officials in various places are deceived and concealed, and they are still extorting money. The people's grievances are boiling. The official sees us as pigs and dogs, and the world is so corrupted, it is the officials who force the people to rebel!"

The fire crackled, and everyone looked at each other, some moved, some hesitated.

Zhou Jing only spoke slowly at this time: "Even if you want to rise up, now is not the time. This matter is put on hold for the time being, and we will talk about it later."

Although what he has been doing all the time has been diabolical, he didn't plan to tell his team the goal of the rebellion so early, but since Duan Yunfeng took the initiative to propose it, it would be fine to have a subtle influence.

Speaking of which, Yunfeng was influenced by his teacher's sect, and he was also not bound by the thoughts of the monarch and the people.

This wave is a fierce one...

Zhou Jing thought to himself.

Everyone chatted for a while before they stopped talking and studied the secret book presented by Duan Yunfeng.

Zhou Jing flipped through it for a while, and found that the Cloud Drizzle Technique was too soft and ingenious, and was not suitable for his own way of flying, so he didn't plan to practice it.

There are quite a few sects to visit this time, and he intends to find a more sturdy inner strength technique to serve as the core technique of his second extraordinary system [Martial Arts Inner Strength].

Although it is said that in this world, just practicing martial arts moves can also generate internal energy, and going from the outside to the inside is not necessarily weaker than the Jianghu people who practice internal skills, but the internal skills still have their magical effects. Internal skills are different from external skills and martial arts.

Similar to the main system of the No. 4 apostle [Martial Daoist], the second system [Martial Arts Inner Strength] also has the concept of core exercises as the foundation of one's inner strength.

Reflected on the panel, it means that there are limited internal energy methods that can provide attribute bonuses, and in addition to the core exercises, the attribute bonuses are reduced by a certain percentage according to conditions such as rank and realm.

Similarly, I have practiced two different low-level internal skills. Only one of them can provide a complete bonus, while the other has only a partial bonus. The more skills of the same level, the more severe the reduction... So the accumulation The number of low-level internal skills can hardly exceed the achievements of high-level internal skills.

After practicing high-level internal skills, you can replace low-level internal skills as the core skills, providing complete bonuses.

In addition, if this type of cultivation method encounters a bottleneck, you can accumulate power according to the cultivation time until it reaches the upper limit that this realm can accommodate, and the same is true for the martial arts system.

Zhou Jing didn't practice this secret book, but others were like a treasure. Many green forest heroes had never seen serious internal skills, and they were curious to participate in research.

It's just that this skill is a unique skill of the Wushan faction. As a unique internal skill, it requires all kinds of prerequisite martial arts. Everyone has never practiced the martial arts of the Wushan faction, so they don't know much about it.

Most of the martial arts of a sect are a set of systems that connect the past and the future. Everyone is not discouraged. They plan to wait for the bad luck of each sect to choose a sect that suits them, and start from the other party's basic martial arts.

At present, among the crowd, only Lin Song from the Wushan faction can fully understand this secret book.

Lin Song held the secret book, his heart was excited, his hands were shaking, and he felt as if he was in a dream.

Jianghu sects regard advanced martial arts as a treasure, and outsiders and even ordinary disciples are almost like guarding against thieves, but this Chen Feng abandoned it like a shoe, so generous.

"I, can I really practice?"

Lin Song couldn't help but ask, with a worried expression.

He didn't know if he had just joined the company, whether he was eligible to enjoy this treatment.

Zhou Jing glanced at him: "If you don't want to practice, you don't have to."

"I practice! I practice!"

Lin Song answered quickly, clutching the secret book tightly.

He never imagined that one day he would be able to practice the sect master's unique skills.

It's just that he felt a little uneasy about his conscience when he thought of the past grace of the sect.

After hesitating for a long time, Lin Song finally gathered up his courage and said:

"Brother, can you talk in private?"

Zhou Jing looked at him, took him away from the fire, and talked in the woods.

"what's up?"

Lin Song swallowed and said in a low voice, "Brother, I have an unkind request... Can you let me stay in the Wushan faction?"

Zhou Jing raised his brows: "What are your plans?"

Lin Song carefully observed Zhou Jing's face and said, "The head of the school is dead, and no one knows my situation. Now the Wushan faction has no leader. I have an affair with the head's daughter, and I may be able to succeed the school..."

Zhou Jing squinted his eyes: "Oh? You joined the company not long ago, and you want to quit now?"

"No, no, I have absolutely no intention of doing that." Lin Song quickly rejected it, saying, "Wu Shan School is one of the eight major schools in the world. do more."

He heard that the leader was halfway through, and he didn't pass his news back to the sect, and his mind became alive again.

Moreover, Lin Song believes that he is not a traitor of the sect at all. He has to join Chen Feng's gang for self-protection, and has not really sold the interests of the sect.

Zhou Jing stared straight at him and said nothing.

Lin Song broke out in a cold sweat and explained, "Brother, I have the grace to pass on the arts to the Wushan Party. I can't bear to see him fall, because I am afraid that my brother will be killed, so I want to use this method, so that the teacher can send it to my brother. Use it, and ask my brother to be merciful..."

When he made this suggestion, he was indeed coveting the position of Sect Leader, but it was not entirely out of selfishness.

In all fairness, Lin Song felt that he was a newcomer, and there was no guarantee that Chen Feng would keep his face, so he came up with this compromise method. If you open the precept of killing, you will be able to save the lives of more brothers and sisters if you make compromises and act as a thief.

As a prisoner trapped in the enemy's camp, he was willing to consider the survival of the sect. Lin Song felt that he had done his best with benevolence and righteousness.

Zhou Jing touched his chin and said casually:

"I don't like these twists and turns, but since you have requested, I will go to the Wushan faction to kill a few people during this trip. If you want to stay in the Wushan faction, then don't worship the mountain with us, and find someone later. Go back for your own reason."

"Thank you brother!"

Lin Song was overjoyed.

But at this time, Zhou Jing's tone changed, and he said solemnly:

"If you want to be the head, I won't help you. Can you see yourself? If you become the head, and you still interact with us, you will only cause trouble, so I don't ask you to do anything for me. But if you let me I know that you have done something wrong, I am not far away, and I will come back to take your life, you should know my temperament."

"Brother's teaching, I will never forget it." Lin Song looked awe-inspiring.

"Humph."

Zhou Jing turned his head and left.

When I brought this Wushan faction disciple, I wanted to provoke him and let the head of Wushan faction fight with him. Now that the two sides have grievances, this person is useless.

This guy was originally a hostage. Although he chose to join the team not long ago, he was forced to do so and was unwilling. Now that the situation has changed, Lin Song realized that there was still a way out, and he had another thought.

This person didn't want to follow them all the way to the black, and it was useless to stay by his side. Zhou Jing didn't bother to force him, so he accepted his suggestion and regarded it as an idle chess move.

After Zhou Jing left, Lin Song stayed in the woods alone and let out a long sigh, feeling complicated.

He dared to make this suggestion, but he didn't hold out much hope.

I thought that in this life, I would be trapped in the den of thieves, unable to turn over, but I didn't expect Liu Anhuaming, who misunderstood him, was intercepted and killed halfway, and no news was released, and this Chen Feng was also willing to let him go.

Lin Song's perception of Chen Feng was very complicated. Although he suffered because of the other party, he didn't suffer much. Moreover, Chen Feng's actions made him feel respected in addition to fear.

It's embarrassing to say it. He has witnessed Chen Feng's actions of eliminating evil and seeking evil with his own eyes.

For the sake of future consideration, as long as there is a way out, Lin Song does not want to be a pirate... Although he is pleased with Chen Feng's actions, he always believes that this person is acting recklessly and will be wiped out one day, and he does not want to be buried together.

Moreover, a woman who has privately appointed her for life will always be given a status. Even if people are willing to elope with him, they can't be wronged and get along with the enemy who killed his father day and night...

"Oh, it's so hard."

Lin Song sighed and couldn't tell whether he was more resentful or more respectful towards Chen Feng.

...

There was another expert in the team, and everyone did not delay, changed the direction of travel, and went straight to the Wushan faction.

On the way, sometimes by boat, sometimes on foot, after two or three days, everyone arrived at their destination.