Actually, Zhu Jia Village was located in the remote Kunlun Mountains of the Western Region. There was no sign of human habitation in the vicinity. Therefore, some of the more delicate things had to be bought elsewhere. After all, Zhu Jia Village was thousands of li away from the Central Plains. Each round trip would take two, three years. If someone was going to the Central Plains, Zhu Jiuzhen naturally had to ask someone to help him buy some things.
As soon as the three of them entered the door, they heard the sound of weeping. They saw Zhu Changling and a middle-aged man with a good stature were kneeling on the ground. The middle-aged man was wearing white mourning clothes with a straw rope tied around his waist. It was unclear who he was mourning for.
Zhu Jiuzhen called out, "Yao Er Shu, you …"
Zhu Changling burst into tears. "Zhen 'er, Zhen' er!" He cried, "Our great benefactor Zhang Wu Ye, Zhang … Zhang Wu Ye … he … he … he is dead!"
Zhu Jiuzhen was shocked. "How could that be? Benefactor Zhang … he has been missing for ten years. Didn't he return safely? "
Yao Qingquan sobbed. "We live in a remote place, our information is not reliable. Actually, more than four years ago, Benefactor Zhang and Madame committed suicide together. Before I went up Mount Wudang, I heard the news on my way to Shaanxi. When I went up the mountain and saw Song Da Xia and Yu Er Xia, I knew the truth. Ay … "
Lu Fei knew they were acting. He thought their acting skills were really good. Unexpectedly, he could not see any flaw. This Zhu Changling was really capable of doing anything for the sake of that Tu Bao Dao.
But when he turned around, he saw Zhang Wuji's stunned expression. Lu Fei wanted to say it now, but even if he did, how much would Zhang Wuji believe? Moreover, it was really inconvenient for him to say it now. If Zhu Changling was really desperate and wanted to kill them, Lu Fei might be able to escape with his martial art skill, but he would not be able to take Zhang Wuji with him.
By this time Madame Zhu had also arrived. They were discussing how to take revenge. Zhu Changling turned to Zhu Jiuzhen and said, "Zhen 'er, why don't you tell these two gentlemen how Benefactor Zhang has helped our Zhu family?"
Zhu Jiuzhen took the two of them to Zhu Changling's study room. She pointed to a large painting on the wall. On the right side of the painting were seven characters: 'Zhang Gongcui Mountain Benefactor Painting'.
Lu Fei had come to the study this morning, but the painting wasn't there then. Obviously, it was added today.
But Zhang Wuji had never been to Zhu Changling's study room. This time when he saw his father's name, his eyes were blurred by tears.
After Zhu Jiuzhen told the story she made up, a page boy came in and asked her to go to the mourning hall to pay her respects. Zhu Jiuzhen hurried back to her room. She changed into a set of white clothes and went to the back hall with the other two. Two memorial tablets had been placed in the hall. White candles were burning. One tablet had the words "Benefactor Hero Zhang Cuishan's Memorial Tablet" written on it. The other tablet had the words "Madam Zhang Cuishan's Memorial Tablet" written on it. Zhu Changling, husband and wife, as well as Yao Qingquan, knelt on the ground, weeping sorrowfully.
Zhang Wuji and Zhu Jiuzhen knelt down together. Zhu Changling stroked his head and said in a choked voice, "Yes, very good, very good. This Hero Zhang is generous and upright. He is indeed an unparalleled man. Although you don't know him and have no relatives or friends, you should still pay your respects to him. "
Lu Fei knelt down, but he was puzzled. He thought these people were making up stories, and Zhang Wuji believed them without a doubt. If he didn't kneel down, Zhang Wuji might misunderstand. Therefore, he had no choice but to pretend to kneel down and kowtow. In any case, the one he was kneeling on was really a dead person.
That day when they returned to their room, Lu Fei couldn't help but ask Zhang Wuji, "Wuji, think about it carefully. Is your father's appearance in that painting the same as your father's?"
Zhang Wuji was stunned. "What do you mean?" he asked. He couldn't help but recall. Frowning, he said, "Indeed, my father's face is square, but in the painting he has a sharp chin."
Lu Fei said, "Even if their painting skills are terrible, they wouldn't have painted your father's face beyond recognition. They just enlarged your appearance."
Zhang Wuji's whole body shook. "Yes, it's true. But … but why?"
Lu Fei continued, "Even if they know how to repay kindness, why not hang the painting in the hall but in the study room? If they hang it in the study room, only they can see it. If they hang it in the hall, they can show their benefactor's kindness to every guest. "
Zhang Wuji nodded. "That's true," he said.
Lu Fei said, "Think about it carefully. Ever since you revealed your Wudang Pai's kung fu in your fight with Wei Bi, didn't your treatment suddenly become better? There are many people named Zhang Wuji in the world, but only a few are named Zhang Wuji and know Wudang Pai's kung fu. "
Zhang Wuji was shocked. "You mean, you mean they are plotting against Yifu …" Speaking to this point, he stopped. He couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine. If that was true, then it was very dangerous. After staring blankly for a long time, he said, "Then what should we do now? Let's run away quickly."
Lu Fei shook his head. "We can't run away now. I'm afraid that Zhu Changling will immediately chase after us. In this wilderness, we have nowhere to hide. Once they catch us, we will be tortured horribly. So, we have to wait until I master my kung fu and have the capital to protect my life. If they call you over, you have to follow them and walk slowly. If they want you to tell the truth, you have to tell the truth. In short, you can't let them see any flaws. Delay as long as you can, this is related to our little lives. Do you understand?"
After the two of them finished eating, Lu Fei sat cross-legged and began to practice. He had already reached the third volume of the "Nine Yang Divine Kung Fu". Because he had eaten the snake's gallbladder, his power had greatly increased. Now, his practice of the "Nine Yang Divine Kung Fu" had advanced by leaps and bounds. As long as he could master the third volume, he wouldn't be afraid of Zhu Changling and other masters.
After practicing the "Nine Yang Divine Kung Fu", he stood up and walked out of the door. He planned to start practicing the "One Yang Finger". Yesterday, he had only memorized all the key moves and did not practice them.
The "One Yang Finger" was a set of fierce kung fu. It consumed a lot of energy. The premise was that one had to have a strong internal energy to support it. Otherwise, it would be impossible to maintain it for a long time. Lu Fei's "Nine Yang Divine Kung Fu" was also a yang technique. It was excellent to use it as the foundation for the "One Yang Finger". According to the book, it was impossible to master the "One Yang Finger" without dozens of years of practice. Since ancient times, very few people had been able to master it because they didn't have a strong internal energy to support it.
Now that Lu Fei had mastered the second volume of the "Nine Yang Divine Kung Fu", his internal energy could be ranked among the masters. Therefore, practicing the "One Yang Finger" was still barely enough.
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