"Where is this?" The young man looked around, with some doubts in his eyes.
"Is this your home?"
"Home, this is not my home, my home is..." The young man looked up and looked into the distance, well, suddenly he covered his head with a painful expression on his face.
"Damn it, you all deserve to die!" He gritted his teeth and let out a low roar.
"It's over, you're crazy! It's just a piece of silver, what about it?"
Just when Wang Shen didn't know what to do, the young man suddenly felt weak and fainted again.
"This young man's psychological quality is too poor, hey!"
Wang Shen carried the young man back to bed, covered him with the tattered quilt, placed the ingot of silver on his bedside, closed the door, and left carrying the large box of books. .
After returning home, he couldn't wait to take out the books from the wooden box and read them one by one. Among these books, there was only one Taoist scripture and one Buddhist scripture.
"Not bad, better than nothing." Wang Shen was very satisfied.
"Did you go there to steal books again?"
Chen Zheng, who came in from outside with two roast chickens and a pot of wine, was stunned when he looked at the books everywhere in the house.
"What is stealing? Can a scholar call it stealing? I bought this for ten taels of silver!"
"Ten taels of silver? Just these shabby books?" Chen Zheng was stunned after hearing this.
"Knowledge is priceless, and a rich family is not as valuable as a thousand volumes of poems and books."
"Does your book smell like roasted chicken?" Chen Zheng pointed to the roasted chicken on the table.
"Hey, there's no comparison. Chicken tastes like chicken, and books taste like books. Now that you tell me, I'm also hungry."
The two of them started eating roasted chicken. Anyway, the roasted chicken was delicious.
When he went outside the city in the afternoon, Wang Shen deliberately took a detour to see the young man. He saw thick smoke rising from a distance. When I got closer, I saw that there was a fire in the young man's home. Half of the house had been burned down. The neighbors were helping to put out the fire.
The fire is so powerful that it cannot be extinguished in a short time.
"Here, self-immolation?"
Hey, Wang Shen sighed slightly.
"How courageous this is!"
When he arrived at the warehouse, Wang Shen first grabbed leaves in the woods for a while. After this period of practice, he became more and more proficient in this technique.
Chen Zheng was about to arrive, so he went back to the warehouse to find a hemp rope, wrapped it around the first wooden stake in the warehouse, tied a stone pier to one end, and put the other end on his hand, slowly Pull the stone blocks to exercise the strength of your arms and wrists.
He is not like some people who are born with supernatural powers and can only make up for it through acquired training.
Pulling it up and putting it down, he felt the changes in the muscles on his body during the process.
Ten times, fifty times, a hundred times...the arm felt warm at first, then swollen, numb, and gradually started to hurt. He didn't stop until he felt the limit, and then started to use the Yi Jin Jing. Stretch your muscles.
"You've already practiced, why didn't you wait for me?"
"I'm waiting for you, time is not waiting for me!" Wang Shen said with a smile.
"What new tricks have you come up with?"
"I'm practicing strength training."
"Strength, is it strength? You said that our gang leader can knock off a cow with one palm. How much strength does that have?"
"Honestly, I want to know too." Wang Shen said softly.
"My cousin once said that it is very important to find a good master when practicing Qigong."
"That's natural. Although the master leads the way and cultivation depends on oneself, the master's words and guidance may save a lot of effort." Wang Shen said.
"Is there a better master in Wuyang County than Lei Liang?"
When it comes to kung fu, Wuyang County is naturally ranked number one in Lei Liang.
"That's why you want to become his direct disciple?"
"I'm afraid you are the only one in the entire Qinghe Gang who doesn't want to be his disciple."
"That's not necessarily true. Have you heard the news?"
"My cousin is still asking," Chen Zhengdao said.
Chen Zheng moved his body, and then began to pull the stone pillars like Wang Shen to exercise his strength. The exercise methods that Wang Shen figured out by himself are usually very effective, which has been verified in the past.
After just one stick of incense, Chen Zheng couldn't hold on any longer. In the cold weather, his head was already steaming.
After stopping, he also stretched his muscles according to the method of Yi Jin Jing, which Wang Shen taught him.
"How did you come up with these ideas?"
"Read more books and think more." Wang Shen said.
"A Shen, do you think we can be as good as the gang leader in this life?"
"As long as we think about it, there will be a way after all. Maybe we can go further."
"Further?" Chen Zheng looked at Wang Shen in surprise.
In the early morning, it started to snow in the sky. The snow lasted for two days at a time and never stopped. By the evening of the second day, the ground was covered with a thick layer, which crunched when you stepped on it.
Being close to the river, the wind is strong and cold.
Wang Shen and Chen Zheng were huddled in the corner of the warehouse.
The warehouse had drafts from all sides, and although they were not allowed to light a fire, the two of them still managed to get a charcoal stove and burn some charcoal for warmth.
Winter nights are already long, but without a charcoal fire, they are very difficult to endure.
"I have already inquired about the selection method. Boxing, stone lock lifting, and martial arts competitions also require poetry and essays. This is not a test for talents. What kind of poetry and essays are you testing?!" Chen Zheng said with some indignation. As he said this, he turned over the papers beside the stove. roasted sweet potato.
"Your cousin is an examiner, right?"
"He is the examiner in boxing and competitions."
"Then these are easy to pass. Who is the examiner for poetry and articles?"
"Mr. Li, it seems that there are two talented people from the county."
Mr. Li, the general accountant of the Qinghe Gang, is deeply trusted by the gang leader Lei Liang. He usually lives in seclusion and rarely appears in front of the gang. Because of his age, everyone in the gang respectfully calls him "Old Man".
"Didn't you expect that he would also show up?"
"Oh, by the way, one more thing. Everyone participating in the selection this time has reported their birthdays and horoscopes. It is said that anyone who conflicts with the gang leader will not be accepted!"
"That's natural."
Not to mention Wang Shen's current era, he paid great attention to this aspect in his previous life. Moreover, recruiting disciples is a big deal in this era, not to mention that for a person like Lei Liang who is one of the best in Wuyang County, he has to be extra particular.
Birthday time, zodiac sign, family background, etc., these all need to be considered.
"I estimate that the person who wrote the poems and essays test is most likely Mr. Li. I heard that he was a former civil servant, so he is naturally proficient in poetry and essays. Is your cousin familiar with this old man?"
"I'm not familiar with him, I haven't said a few words." Chen Zheng shook his head.
"Then ask about his previous experience and what kind of poetry and articles he likes. You can find out the best you can. After all, this is your weakness." Wang Shen said.
"I wish I had listened to you and read more books on weekdays."
"It's too late to talk about this now. Fortunately, there is still time. Don't sleep at night and read a book."
"Hey, the sweet potatoes are ripe. Eat them while they are hot."
An hour later, bang, bang, snoring sounded in the warehouse, and Chen Zheng, who was reciting poetry, fell asleep.
