Another chicken leg was thrown by Zhao Ziyang to the woman. It was not that he had any evil intentions. Zhao Laizi asked himself that he was not a good person, but that smiling face seemed to have been seen somewhere before.

Later, the White Tiger Gang added dozens more people and added several gang rules. The former domineering White Tiger Gang completely turned into a gang that helped the common people. Following Zhao Ziyang to open up fields, although they lived in poverty, they were still popular among the neighbors.

Reputation gradually changes over the years. Of course, there are a very few stubborn people among them, who were taught a lesson by Zhao Ziyang with a few loyal helpers, and they only obeyed after bleeding from the mouth and nose. The past events are still going on today, it has been half a year.

When his thoughts were recalled, the young man who wore short clothes all year round felt a lot of emotions, and then laughed at himself. Feeling? He is an abandoned baby, so he seems to have no reason to feel the misery of others. There was no one around, so Zhao Ziyang had nothing to do, so he went home to watch.

Book.

Most of these yellowed and shabby books can be understood, but there is only one of the oldest books called "Guan Qi Shuo", which gives Zhao Ziyang a headache. The sentences recorded in the book are obscure and difficult to understand. He has never attended a private school.

There are only one or two hundred commonly used words in it, and most of them are in the Yizhang dialect, not elegant colloquial terms. Reading this old book will naturally make you feel that you are too limited and ignorant. There are pictures in the book.

, marking various human body veins, etc., it can barely correspond to one's own body, but the order and organization are all unclear and difficult to distinguish.

"That's nonsense." Zhao Ziyang muttered, and really wanted to throw the old book on the corner of the table to save the trouble and effort, but also made him feel angry.

Just when he was angry, someone knocked on the door. Zhao Ziyang was so angry that he put down his old books and opened the wooden door that was leaking from the inside. He didn't care who was standing outside and yelled at the top of his lungs, "What the hell is that?"

Sangmenxing, please bother me so early in the morning. It’s not even noon yet, so you have to check the time before eating.” However, the next moment, the leader of the White Tiger Gang was stunned on the spot.

The person standing at the door was not someone else, but the beautiful woman eating cakes who had fled here. Not to mention, it had been a long time since we had seen this woman. She put on clean clothes, and after washing her face, she looked even more graceful and graceful.

It is completely different from the dirty and slovenly appearance of the past. The poor people in the village do not like powdering, but everyone loves beauty, especially women. They cannot afford rouge and goose yellow, so they pick rouge-colored tender flowers from the roadside.

When you lick it on your lips, it looks more elegant and elegant.

Growing up, Zhao Ziyang's neighbors were almost all aunties who were several times older than him. How had he ever seen such a battle? His face turned red immediately, remembering the vulgar words just now, the red tide was even more likely to spread to Ergentai, he hesitated.

He didn't dare to look at the woman in front of him.

Unexpectedly, the woman covered her mouth and chuckled. She didn't care about the young man's words, nodded lightly, and walked directly into the house.

"I didn't expect that Gang Leader Zhao would still want to read a book." Probably she wanted to say that people should not be judged by their appearance. The woman hesitated for a moment, walked to the table with two steps, raised her bare hands slightly, and looked through the old book. In her words and demeanor,

There are still traces of the time when he was eating the cake. "I would also like to thank the gang leader for his generous help at that time, so that he could avoid being attacked by gangsters and destroy his chastity." Zhao Ziyang, who was closing the door, turned around when he heard this and looked at the woman suspiciously.

If you ask why the door is closed, and neighbors see a woman coming in and out, the impact will be extremely bad, and it may not necessarily be malicious, but everyone's mouth is worth money, and when the village aunt is gossiping, if something should not be said is spread,

Then, as the leader of the White Tiger Gang, wouldn’t he have gained a reputation as a lustful person? He would not bear this huge blame. As for the doubt, when the woman said those words, there was no trace of embarrassment or embarrassment on her face, as if

Be as calm and generous as if the matter is none of your business.

Zhao Ziyang gave a stiff smile, "It's a small effort, girl, no need to thank you."

A beautiful woman is more beautiful than flowers blooming in the Jichuan River.

"Go from Dantian to Yangguan, go out of Mingmen and circle the center, go to Yangshendao Fengfu, gather the Qi to the Shenting, and rise along the vertebrae like a dragon and snake. From the Shenting, the breath will not stop, the Qi will flow down three miles to the spring of Kunlun, both limbs

From Zhongfu Kong to Hegu. For some unknown reason, the woman's eyes gradually raised as she read, and the light in her eyes became clearer and brighter.

"Can the girl understand what is said in this book?" Zhao Ziyang wondered. Although the girl was upright and beautiful, she probably did not come from a wealthy family. Otherwise, she would not have suffered from famine and suffered such hardship. She was full of doubts in her heart, but she was not familiar with the book.

He was too curious about the content, so he didn't want to ask more questions. Although he behaved a bit vulgarly, he also knew human nature. Some things should be said, and some things should be asked less. If it touches the sad things of other girls, if

Crying is also boring, so why bother?

"My father is a teacher in the village. He has a lot of talent in his heart. He also had great ambitions when he was young. However, he lives in a poor family and has no one to recommend him. He has no choice but to become a small teacher and barely make ends meet. My father is a teacher in the village.

This shameful accumulation is all due to my father." It is a deep-rooted idea that a woman's lack of talent is a virtue. For hundreds of years, there have been no women in government officials. However, at the level of poor people, the idea is that

It is more conservative. For women, the water thrown out by the married girl is just that she knows some female prostitutes and is the husband and the child. Why waste the family money and send her to study for no reason. Since then, girls from poor families have never been illiterate.

Many girls from wealthy families are more educated and reasonable, but those who can occupy a place in the literary world can be said to be rare.

However, Zhao Ziyang has never been lucky enough to see what people call a lady. Now when he saw the woman in front of him turning pages like she was playing the piano, even though there was no so-called shame in her heart, she still felt a little uncomfortable.

The afternoon sunlight rolled over the new buds of the willow tree beside the thatched house, and the strands were like golden threads extracted from the veins, and projected on the woman's eyelashes and eyelids. There was no powder applied, but a layer of gold powder was hazy.

The young man didn't have much knowledge, so he could only find some far-fetched words and phrases in some books, such as "Sinking fish and falling geese," but he didn't feel it was appropriate.

"Stick to your original intention, keep your spiritual platform clear and clear, and suppress your emotions and flatten your belly." The boy and the girl sat cross-legged on the broken mat with holes in all directions, and began to move Qi according to the order recorded in the book of Guanqi theory. The Qi flowed from the Dantian, along the spine to

The Divine Palace above your head is like a majestic giant dragon with its head raised and its neck folded. The breath of the Dantian for the first time is extremely weak. It is difficult to pull it to the scalp. You can imagine the difficulty. If the breath is slightly off, it is easy to go crazy. That is, the two

The man was young and vigorous, and Zhao Ziyang didn't mind sharing the cultivation techniques in the book with this girl, so he made this bold attempt.

In fact, folk internal martial arts also have qi-moving methods, but they all use side acupoints. Although they are also beneficial to the body, mind and spirit, they are not the right path in the end. The upper limit is extremely low. It is more than enough to deal with ordinary people, but it is difficult to transcend the ordinary and become a saint.

The night was dark, Zhao Ziyang stood up and stretched, his joints made a continuous sound, as if he was waking up from a dream, having slept for a thousand years.
Chapter completed!