A good person, a talented person with a heart for the world, must occupy the highest position in the temple before he can achieve success. Although he is a great man, he still has his own selfishness. The evil person does not do all the evil as everyone says. There are always some things that he does. What he didn't dare to do, there were some people he didn't want to kill. Therefore, he did not destroy his humanity. He left a trace of good thoughts in his heart. As for how to arouse them, it depends on how others behave.
There is no absolute theory of good and evil. Zhang Ling meditated on this inexplicable and strange saying in his life and death. Although he did not practice it, just thinking about it could purify the surging energy in his body.
After escaping from the bandits in Jinlong Village, Zhang Ling suddenly fell off his horse and a mouthful of blood spurted out again.
After being severely beaten by the black-clothed killer last time and being poisoned by Yunluo Cai Po, the Vajra Body given by Yang Xiao was a rare tempering. In addition, this time, Zhang Ling was completely It has been confirmed that the cultivation method in the book that relies on self-healing from injuries is indeed feasible.
When Song Linjie saw Zhang Ling fell from his horse, he stopped to check, but when he saw Zhang Ling still smiling, he couldn't help but said: "Are you stupid? You are vomiting blood and you are still laughing."
Zhang Ling relieved the tearing pain in his chest, stood up, supported the horse and said, "It's okay. Just spit out the blood and it will be fine."
Zhang Ling added: "It's a blessing and a misfortune. Another internal orifice was broken through, but all the remaining internal energy was dissipated. Fortunately, my own physical training method is feasible."
Song Linjie finally understood and said: "So you are practicing the secret technique of body training. I asked you why you kept asking this a few days ago."
Zhang Ling shook his head and said: "This is not the only reason why I laugh. Mainly because I feel more at ease because I have to cultivate martial arts by myself. Liao Yingdong's internal strength is enough, but in the end, the Qing Falcon Gang still owes me I lost my life in the snow, and I still want to get it back."
Song Linjie smiled and said, "Do you want me to help you collect debt?"
Zhang Ling was about to say thank you when suddenly a man with dark skin and lean body jumped out.
His aquiline nose moved, and his small eyes opened as wide as possible, but he still managed to utter two words hesitantly.
"Robbing... robbing."
Just as Song Linjie was about to kick him away, Zhang Ling looked behind the dark man and immediately stopped him.
In the distance, a man with a strong build and a simple face came hurriedly, followed by seven or eight men who were relatively strong, but much smaller than the former.
As soon as the muscular man came up, he kicked the dark-skinned man. The dark-skinned man rolled around in a circle before staggering to his feet. The muscular man angrily yelled at him: "Wu Heizi, how many times have I told you, Our principle in Qingfeng Village is not to rob the people, but only half of the rich. If you do it again, believe it or not, I will beat you to death."
The dark-skinned man looked at Zhang Ling and the two, then faced the muscular man and said timidly: "Da... eldest master, look at him... they are all wearing... brocade... satin, definitely not... …Not ordinary… ordinary people.”
The muscular man listened with difficulty and turned to look at Zhang Ling and the other two.
The brocade clothes and satin were stained with mud, and there was a trace of black ash on his face. Especially because Zhang Ling still had the blood that he had just vomited on his body, the muscular man was confused.
Zhang Ling pulled Song Linjie behind him, feigning fear, holding the dagger in front of him, and said fearfully: "Who are you?"
Unexpectedly, the muscular man actually announced his name and said: "My name is Hou Liu, and I am the head of Qingfeng Village on the west side of Mangniu Mountain. But you don't have to worry. Although we are bandits, we are also principled and never do anything. Robbing ordinary people.”
Zhang Ling pretended to be a little relieved again, bowed in a polite and scholarly manner, and said: "Master Hou, I am Zhang Ling, this is my brother-in-law, Zhang Ersi."
Hou Liu looked at the two of them carefully and asked softly: "What are you..."
Zhang Ling burst into tears and said sadly: "My parents were also people in the world of martial arts. Later they retired from the world of martial arts and gave birth to the two of us. We also have some money. It's just that my younger brother was born stupid, so I was the only one to go to a private school." , but not long ago, the enemies of my two parents came to the door..."
As he spoke, Zhang Ling lowered his head and pretended to wipe his tears. In fact, he couldn't cry anymore, so he secretly wiped the spicy powder that Zhang Jingqian taught him to make. When he raised his head, his eyes were red and swollen, with tears still lingering in his eyes, adding a bit of sadness. He said happily: "My two parents were killed by the enemy, and I and my younger brother managed to escape with great difficulty. These swords and two horses are the relics of my two parents, but if the Hou family wants to take them, it doesn't matter. I hope my brother can survive."
Song Linjie also looked silly in a tacit understanding, pulling Zhang Ling's clothes and timidly shouted: "Brother!"
After a speech, several bandits behind him also began to mourn. Hou Liuyi patted his chest and said loudly: "Don't worry, since this is the relic of your parents, we, Qingfeng Village, will never rob it."
Zhang Ling immediately blinked, and the tears stimulated by the spicy powder fell down the curve of his cheeks. He bowed and said, "Thank you, Master Hou."
Zhang Ling also took out a small piece of silver from his sleeve, handed it to Hou Liu, and said, "This is the tuition fee that my mother wants me to teach in a private school today. If Master Hou doesn't mind, just take it."
Hou Liuda pushed his hand and refused: "As I said just now, our Qingfeng Village will never take a copper plate from you. It just so happens that you two have nowhere to go now. Zhang Ling, you happened to have attended a private school, so come to my Qingfeng Village Let’s teach in Zhai.”
The bandits from Qingfeng Village behind also responded. The dark-skinned man named Wu Heizi was at a loss and also said that he wanted to drag Zhang Ling and the two to the village.
Zhang Linggang wanted to find an excuse to get away, so he hurriedly said: "Master Hou..."
Hou Liu patted Zhang Ling on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Zhang Ling, you are also a person who has studied. It is inappropriate to call you Headmaster Hou. Just call me Hou Liu. From now on, my brothers in Qingfeng Village will rely on you to teach." , from now on, if we tell everyone, our Qingfeng Village is full of educated bandits, and they also have face."
Zhang Ling quickly said: "Brother Hou, my two brothers..."
Hou Liu didn't wait for Zhang Ling to finish his words, and smiled and said: "Don't worry, since you teach in our Qingfeng Village, your brother Ersha is naturally a member of our Qingfeng Village. As long as I, Hou Liu, are here, he will never Let you two brothers be bullied."
Hou Liu looked at the crowd and said loudly: "Do you understand?"
Seven or eight bandits from Qingfeng Village all agreed with smiles. Two of them stepped forward and helped Zhang Ling and the others lead the horses. One of them took Song Linjie, and the rest surrounded Zhang Ling without giving Zhang Ling any attention. When Ling had the opportunity to speak, he rushed to his cottage.
I went out today and picked up a teacher. I really made a lot of money!
