Chapter 253 His name is Shen Zhizhuo

Shen Zhiyin turned her head and looked at the old man, her expression was a little serious: "Have you learned it?"

Old Master Liu looked dazed: "Learn... learn nothing."

Shen Zhiyin: "???"

Did I hear it wrong or did you say it wrong?

Now those old men finally reacted, and looked at her as if she were a monster.

Not the kind of monster that is scary, but a monster that is beyond the level of genius!

This... where did this little girl come from!

Shen Zhiyin muttered: "Didn't you want to learn the second half? Why are you looking so weird?"

Shen Xiunan coughed, with a smile in his tone: "Little aunt, your movements were too fast and we couldn't see clearly."

"I've slowed down."

"Where... did you learn this?"

After Liu Lao reacted, his pupils trembled slightly, and his eyes stared at Shen Zhiyin.

Although some of the movements were a little different, it was indeed the same set of Tai Chi that he learned.

Shen Zhiyin: "The old man taught me."

Shen Zhiyin, who was not a swordsman in her previous life, did not know Tai Chi. She learned all kinds of sword moves.

This is what she learned from the old man in her life. Since she could walk steadily, her grandfather and master would teach her this set of exercises every morning.

This is not the exercise of a cultivator, but the exercise of a warrior.

"What's his name?!"

Old Man Liu asked eagerly with a perk.

Shen Zhiyin tilted her head: "Why are you asking this?"

"Calm down, Old Liu, calm down."

After recovering from the shock just now, the other old men hurried forward to comfort Old Man Liu.

Shen Xiunan hurriedly poured him a cup of tea.

While drinking tea, Old Man Liu calmed down and his eyes were slightly red. Several people found stools to sit down. Shen Zhiyin also sat down with a bottle in her arms, and looked for food on her feet.

Grandpa Liu looked at her and told her about his past.

"When the mountains and rivers were broken and foreign enemies invaded, I and my fellow disciples in the sect joined the team to protect the mountains and rivers. Master has always told us that if we want to leave the world, we must enter it. We can avoid the world but cannot escape from it. That is not cultivation, that is inaction and a sign of cowardice.

The disciples of Kunqing Sect come from the secular world. When the secular world is in trouble, the disciples of Kunqing Sect should also integrate into the secular world. That year, everyone in my sect joined the army, but in the end... only I, only I survived."

Grandpa Liu's eyes were filled with tears: "Master, eldest senior brother, second senior sister, third senior brother and some fellow Taoists died of exhaustion in setting up the formation. That formation protected the people of a city from the disaster of artillery fire.

In order to protect the village at the foot of the mountain of our sect, the fourth senior brother fought with more than 300 enemies in the woods. In the end, he used the convenient terrain to kill them and also consumed He killed himself.

The fifth and sixth brothers and their comrades defended their positions to the death. When the reinforcements arrived, they had already been hit by several bullets, but they held on until the reinforcements arrived before they closed their eyes completely.

The seventh sister was undercover in the enemy camp to pass on information to everyone. In the end, she was discovered and tortured to death.

There are also my junior uncle and the last two brothers. The junior uncle is proficient in feng shui, fortune-telling and formations. He took my last Two senior brothers went into battle and set up an ambush on the enemy's route, killing more than 100,000 people.

I was 18 years old that year. They gave me a simple task in advance and sent me away, leaving me, the youngest disciple, alive. I haven't found their bodies to this day. "

Because he was the youngest, he had only seen the demeanor of his master, uncle, and senior brothers, but only learned a little bit.

But all of them chose to let him live. When

Mr. Liu recalled the past, his face was already full of tears.

He looked at Shen Zhiyin and his voice trembled slightly.

"So I want to know where you learned it from. My master and my senior brothers and sisters only had time to teach me the first half. I have only seen my master and my junior uncle demonstrate the second half."

"Can you tell me what your master's name is?"

Shen Zhiyin listened to his words and remembered the several tombs that the old man would go to the mountains to worship every year. He had a vague guess in his heart.

"His name is Shen Zhizhuo."

The old Taoist priest who was usually sloppy had a very nice name.

But almost no one knew it.

"Shen Zhizhuo, Shen Zhizhuo..."

"It's my junior uncle, my junior uncle!"

Old Liu cried and laughed, and kept muttering to his junior uncle. His emotions fluctuated so much that he almost fainted.

The surroundings were suddenly in chaos.

Shen Zhiyin pressed a few acupuncture points on his body and stuffed a pill into his mouth before he woke up.

"Why didn't he come to me? Why didn't he return to his master's sect? I've been looking for him so hard. I've been looking for him all the time."

The wise old man before was crying like a child now.

The old comrades beside him were also touched and their eyes were red.

"It's good that you found him. This is good news. Why are you still crying?"

Old Liu's voice was choked with sobs: "Happy, I'm happy."

Shen Yuzhu and Shen Mujin, who had just woken up and went downstairs: "???"

What's going on?

The two confused guys were taken to the side by Shen Xiuran and were briefly introduced to the situation in a low voice.

Shen Xiuran also felt a lot in his heart. This Grandpa Liu's life was too tragic.

Shen Zhiyin didn't expect that on this ordinary morning, he found a long-lost nephew for his old man.

Old Liu wanted to go find his junior master right away, but fortunately he was persuaded.

"Don't worry, the plane is ready for you, but you have to have breakfast before you go."

"Yes, he's here and he won't run away now."

After that, Shen Zhiyin was surrounded by a group of old men and asked questions, mainly Old Man Liu.

He wanted to know a lot about the junior master.

"He's quite poor?"

Shen Zhiyin scratched her head and said very honestly: "He lacks money. He can't keep any good things, but he is quite optimistic."

She didn't expect that the old man had such a magnificent story.

In Shen Zhiyin's impression, the old man had a carefree attitude of looking down on life and death. He was a little sloppy and poor. His cooking could poison people, but he was always optimistic. But

Mr. Liu was stunned, his eyes widened and he murmured: "Poor, how could he be poor?"

"He is the son of a wealthy merchant. He has never lacked money. He has a good talent and has never lacked anything..."

He paused here, as if his throat was blocked by something and he couldn't speak for a long time.

"Of course, it must have been that time. How could peeping into the secrets of heaven and changing life and death not have a price?"

He saved so many people, but he himself bore all the consequences, and all the disasters fell on him. "

"His eyes."

Shen Zhiyin paused: "Before I was three years old, he was blind."

It was not until she was three years old that the old man's condition got better after regular acupuncture and pills were made for him to eat, but it has not been completely healed until now.

Fortune tellers predict destiny, and eyes are the easiest to have problems.

Because the sky cannot be peeped into, forcibly peeping into it will burn the eyes, which is the price.

And how could Shen Zhizhuo not know the consequences, but he still gambled the rest of his life and peeped into the destiny that affected the life and death of countless people in the Blue State.