Zhou Tong ran forward, and every step, the bricks were broken and the iron arm was raised.

Come with a simple punch.

The fist wind blew on his face, and Bai Muqiu seemed to see something invisible in the fist, and reason told him that this punch could not be handled.

However--

With a bang, Bai Muqiu took it and frantically used the Vajra Boy's skills to scatter all over his body. He clenched his fist with one palm, and the tip of his fist was pressing against him in the palm of his palm for a moment. His whole body suddenly shook, as if an invisible wall was pushed over and crushed. The blue bricks under his feet were broken and torn. The fierce force directly forced him to push him down, and two broken scratches were plowed out under his feet.

As soon as he contacted, Bai Muqiu's cold expression moved slightly.

He could not take the punch just now, but he still wanted to try it. Now he looked at Zhou Tong, as if he saw the persistent and crazy old eunuch at the time, and the old man in front of him was infinitely close to the old eunuch. But there was no comparison between the two sides. Although the crazy eunuch had reached the level of a master, he was a madman after all, and his claw skills made him disorganized. Then the old man in front of him was close to the master, but his mind was extremely clear and even more difficult.

"--sharp."

Bai Muqiu praised coldly, and his toes were a little bit, and the blue bricks burst, and he rushed over. The palace robe sounded violently, and his figure suddenly turned into a afterimage. In a blink of an eye, Zhou Tong was calm and serious, and a bow step was drawn under his feet, colliding with the figure rushing towards him.

As soon as the two of them fought, their bodies stopped, and an invisible wave of air clashed out from them, stirring up. The willow branches hanging from the river bank were all shattered and blown away. Even the horses that stopped nearby were directly overturned to the ground, with four hooves flapping, and the brick path under their feet jumped directly to form a circular pit. Zhou Tong suddenly punched and exploded in the air.

Bai Muqiu's eyes magnified, and he would never dare to take it forward. He took a step back, then kicked the ground, and suddenly disappeared from the spot. Zhou Tong glanced his head, raised his arms, and blew the iron fist.

A figure rushed straight down from above, and suddenly stagnated in the air. His palms were like storms, fighting with the iron fist below. The four arms were extremely fast, intertwined and tangled at high speed, and the sounds of muscles, bones, skin and flesh collided hard, making people feel weak.

Zhou Tong's fight became more and more stable, while Bai Muqiu's fight became more and more fierce, and the ferocious look on his face became stronger. Originally, he wanted to use the three-point Guiyuan Qi to catch the opponent, and one blow was fatal. However, Zhou Tong's martial arts experience and understanding of martial arts were much more than Bai Muqiu. At first, he found out his background. When he was in the opposite direction, he immediately pulled away when he touched him, but his strength never decreased.

In contrast, Bai Muqiu suffered a lot.

Bai Muqiu landed on the ground, rushed over again, and fought. Both sides punched each other like raindrops. The wind power shot out in the gap blew up their hair and robes. Suddenly, Zhou Tong took a step back without a trace, lowered his body, and stepped forward again, punched out, hit Bai Muqiu's lower abdomen, and a wave spread on the black and gold palace robe.

The robe body, face and mouth were torn and pulled.

Twisted and cracked densely packed holes.

Bai Muqiu steadily fell backwards, and his toes till he tried to grip the ground through the soles of his boots. A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. He didn't wipe it, but stared at Zhou Tong, his voice cold and weak.

"You can kill me just now--"

He grinned, his teeth covered with blood, and he shouted: "——Why not kill!"

Zhou Tong was still as calm as before, with no previous anger on his face, "Why do you want to kill you? Do you think I will be like you?" He carried his hands on his back, and his voice was shining, "You have good martial arts skills, you are a good player. Even if you are a side or a traitor, it is really good, but you have not realized the artistic conception of your own martial arts, and you have no purpose to take action. In this way, your martial arts skills do not have any spiritual charm."

"hehe--"

Bai Muqiu sneered and turned slowly, "Zhou Tong, you are stupid as a teacher. Even your opponent needs a lesson."

After taking two steps, he stopped, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said coldly: "Also Lin Chong is dead, but if I remember correctly, the East Factory just hired a coach named Lin Chi. This guy loves to be lazy and loves to go to the East Suburbs in the morning."

Zhou Tong was slightly stunned.

Suddenly, he bullied himself, and his fingers hit Bai Muqiu's back, wandered, and whispered: "Don't move, you were injured on your back? Now it's bursting. I've stopped just now. I'll go back later and ask the doctor to apply medicine."

"Also, why did you save Lin Chong?" His voice was very small, only Bai Muqiu could hear it.

Bai Muqiu broke away from him, and the blood on his back was soaked in the palace robe. With the help of Fanzi, he walked onto the carriage and entered the carriage without looking back, leaving Zhou Tong standing there alone.

At this moment, a ray of sunshine blooms like a golden flower.

Inside the carriage, Bai Muqiu closed his eyes. Thinking about what Zhou Tong had just said, why did he ask Lin Chong to roll slowly. He felt the temperature of the sunlight penetrated through the curtains, and he opened his eyes again.

The beam of light penetrated the gloomy clouds, like the smile of some silly girl.

Perhaps, I saved Lin Chong because he and I have someone in my mind worthy of protection and warmth.

………………………….

In the early morning of spring, the gentle wind.

The man in a long green soap robe pushed open the yard door, looked at the sky, carried a basket on a thin horse, and walked through the soft spring sunshine, slowly walked out of the city gate, headed towards the eastern suburbs, and climbed over a hill. He held the reins of the horse in one hand and the basket in the other hand to a tomb.

Open the basket, there was a plate of side dishes, two bowls of porridge, and a few white steamed buns. Lin Chong sat cross-legged there, the wind on the hill gently blew by, and his hair became a little messy.

He put a bowl of porridge and a pair of chopsticks in front of the tomb, and took a steamed bun and put it on a plate.

Then, silently picked up the bowls and chopsticks in front of him, picked up the plate of side dishes and ate them, drank a sip of porridge, and then picked up the leaves in the bowl in front of the tomb and continued to eat.

After a long time, after finishing the meal, Lin Chong silently packed the dishes and put them back into the basket.

He smiled and said to the tombstone: "Zhengniang, you used to cook food every day and wait for your husband. Now my husband comes to eat with you every day. Today is a bit in a hurry and it is not done well. I will make delicious food for you to try tomorrow."

He talked with the tombstone for a while.

Immediately, I carried the basket down the mountain.

.............

Under the shade of the tree, Zhou Tong felt sad when he looked at the scene in front of him. His fingers grabbed the bark on the tree bark, leaving five scratches. He wanted to dissuade him, but when he saw the lonely grave standing on the post, he felt sad.

Perhaps, Lin Chong died on Liangshan that day.

It's not a relief.
Chapter completed!