The appearance of Fu Yucheng broke the peaceful and peaceful life in the courtyard, and the sense of urgency once again enveloped the hearts of Zhang Xiaopou and others.
This is normal nervousness and daring to slack off when facing the pressure of life, rather than their previous reckless advancement that was mixed with eagerness for quick success, irritable anxiety, and impetuousness.
After forgetting their worries and troubles, stopping and letting everything return to ordinary life, their thoughts and hearts have been refined and settled.
Although it only lasts less than four days, it is neither too long nor too short, because if ordinary days are too long, it will make people inert.
Under the bright moonlight, Zhang Xiaozu and Qi Yoyo sat side by side on the half-built wall, looking at the bright moon in the sky, and chatting a few words from time to time, sweet and warm.
As if she was tired from sitting, Qi Yoyo leaned on Zhang Xiaozu's shoulder, and Zhang Xiaozu moved his sitting position slightly to make her lean more comfortable.
"Tell me about your life in the fantasy world." Qi Yoyo said.
"They are just ordinary days of digging and farming. There is nothing to talk about." Zhang Xiaozhu responded. Those ordinary days were the secret between him and Liu Queer. He wanted to keep it in a corner of his heart forever and not share it with others.
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"If you like it, after you realize your wish, we will go back to Liujia Village, build a few large tile-roofed houses, plant more than ten acres of fertile land, and slowly enjoy a quiet and peaceful life." Zhang Xiaozu said.
"I don't like it. I like a life with vitality and passion." Qi Yoyo said with a slightly unhappy voice, "You have already lived it once, what's the point of it?"
"Then I will hold the sword, you will hold the sword, and we will use our swords together to brave the world and fight for justice." Zhang Xiaozu said with a smile.
"I want to go to Dongzhou to see the vast sea, to climb snow peaks in northern Xinjiang, and to walk in the desert in the western region." Qi Yoyo said.
"It's all up to you, as long as you like it." Zhang Xiaozu said.
"This is what you said. If you dare to go back on your word then, I won't let you look good." Qi Yoyo said happily, "But before that, I will accompany you to find your parents."
"I'm not looking for you anymore." Zhang Xiaozu shook his head and said.
"Why?" Qi Yoyo was surprised.
"A hundred years of life lasts only a blink of an eye. Instead of seeking fate, it is better to live with it. With relatives, brothers, and friends like you knowing and accompanying me, I am already satisfied." Zhang Xiaozhu said with emotion.
"Amitabha!" Monk Huixin's Buddha's name sounded from under the wall, "The donor has great wisdom and has an indissoluble bond with my Buddhist sect."
"Monk, shut up!" Zhang Xiaozu shouted, twitching the corners of his mouth.
"Sorry for bothering you!" Monk Huixin was not annoyed and apologized politely, then turned around and left calmly.
"I really want to beat him!" Zhang Xiaozhu gritted his teeth as he stared at the monk's leaving figure, because this was the ninth time that monk Huixin appeared in front of him tonight, trying to trick him into becoming a monk.
Except for Taoist Tianwu, Wan Qiuqing and Niu Dawa, everyone in the courtyard, regardless of gender, old or young, had their ears hurt by the same set of words several times, and everyone was so angry that their teeth itched.
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It's late at night and people are quiet.
Zhang Xiaozu sat cross-legged on the bed, not practicing Taoism, but sinking his mind into the fourth war gate.
His mind turned into a human being, appeared on the beach, walked to the withered bones sitting on the beach, and walked around it to observe curiously.
That shocking punch against the fist of the stars during the day, the fighting will and the law of power revealed were shot from this withered skull.
If his own strength were not too weak, that punch could definitely blast the star fist.
The skull was smooth and white, with a faint golden light flowing on the surface.
I heard from Niu Dawa and others that when they first saw this withered skeleton, it was dazzling with golden light, but it became dim after being injured.
Zhang Xiaozu couldn't help but reach out and touch the withered skull.
He knew that this remaining intact skull must contain many of the secrets of the laws he had learned before this withered skeleton.
Zhang Xiaozu eagerly wanted to understand it.
The rusty sword next to it must also contain many mysteries, but Zhang Xiaozu felt that it was not easy to mess with, so he was a little frightened by it, so he decided to leave it alone.
As soon as his hand touched the skull, his eyes flashed, and then the scene in front of him changed. The dead bones and rusty sword disappeared, and a shirtless three-year-old child appeared out of thin air.
The child was delicate, white, tender, and full of childishness. Zhang Xiaozu even felt that he could smell the smell of milk that had not faded away from him.
Zhang Xiaozu couldn't see his face clearly. There was a layer of hazy mist covering his face, but looking at the vague outline, Zhang Xiaozu felt that this face looked a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he searched through his memory.
After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't remember who he was or where I had seen him.
The child stood on the beach facing the sea, with his legs spread parallel to each other, his toes pointed forward, his body squatting, his thighs parallel to the ground, and doing a standard horse stance. His small, soft fists were placed on his sides, and then he started
Punch left and right regularly.
"Hey ha"
Young and clear shouts followed each punch, hovering over the beach.
Zhang Xiaozu walked around the child several times to make sure that the child could not see his presence. However, when he reached out to touch the child, he penetrated the child's body. It seemed that the child was a shadow, but it also seemed that he himself was a shadow.
Can't tell clearly.
The child didn't feel bored or tired, so he just kept walking, facing the sea, practicing left and right punches over and over again.
After Zhang Xiaozu watched for a while, he suddenly remembered that he had never practiced the basic skills of boxing and kicking.
I remembered that Zhang Tufu said that no matter what he practices, he must lay a solid foundation. He only learned the posture of holding the knife for three years. Even now, he does not dare to neglect and slack off, and must always review and practice.
Zhang Xiaozu felt that he also needed to lay a solid foundation.
Before leaving, Butcher Zhang taught them several basic knife-holding gestures and the most basic movements of knife skills, and urged them to work hard to lay a solid foundation.
As for Zhou Jianlai's sword, he didn't give any more advice, because Zhou Jianlai's sword was basically very reliable, and Wei Ziyan had taught him all the skills he needed. He only warned Zhou Jianlai to calm down the sword.
Practice swordsmanship to practice craziness, practice swordsmanship to practice stability.
But Butcher Zhang didn't teach them the basic skills of fists and kicks, so Zhang Xiaozu wanted to practice with the kid in front of him.
I just stared at the child, and I couldn't help but feel embarrassed and ashamed. I was afraid that if I learned boxing from a newly weaned baby, I would be laughed at.
However, thinking that this was his private world and no one could see it, he shamelessly stood next to the child, followed his posture and got into a horse stance, clasped his fists on his abdomen, and punched according to the rhythm of the child.
"Hey ha"
There was another sound above the beach.
Zhang Xiaozu thought this was a boring training, but he didn't expect to be immersed in it without realizing it. He felt that although he had been repeatedly practicing left and right punches, each punch was different, each punch was different from the last.
He was calm, each punch was faster than the last, and each punch was more powerful than the last, but upon closer inspection, there seemed to be no change, which gave him a strange feeling.
Bang bang bang!
"Pawn, get up quickly!"
"problem occurs!"
Zhang Xiaozu was practicing when he suddenly heard a rapid knock on the door and Niu Dawa's urgent call. His mind moved. The scene in front of him suddenly changed. The child disappeared, and withered bones and a rusty sword reappeared in front of him.
Zhang Xiaozu was surprised to find that his body was still in the posture of touching the dead bones, but he had no time to be surprised because the knock on the door and Niu Dawa's call sounded again.
He withdrew his thoughts from the fourth battle gate, opened his eyes, turned over and sat up, looking at the window with a sudden expression on his face. He was surprised to find that it was daylight, but he felt that it had only been half an hour at most, and he didn't
It feels like he has been practicing on the beach for a long time, because his horse stance and punching posture have not yet been trained to the standards of a child.
"Pawn, are you in there?" Niu Dawa knocked on the door for a long time without answering, and couldn't help but become suspicious.
"Here, I'm sleeping a little deeply, wake up." Zhang Xiaozu hurriedly responded, and while getting dressed, he asked, "You're in such a hurry, what happened?"
"Fu Yucheng and his uncle arrived in Yancheng last night. As soon as they arrived, they arrested City Lord Qi and sentenced him to beheading. He will be beheaded this afternoon."
"What?!"
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