As always, starting from Chen time, almost all the bandits in Qingfeng Village went to that simple school. They were happy if they could learn a few words every day. They would always ask each other about things they had forgotten in private. But probably because this group of people were bandits and were already a little older, their impression of words was very stereotyped. In addition to their pronunciation being normal, their strokes were too sharp. Originally, Zhang Ling only taught them one word. , can be broken down into a dozen words.
On the ninth day after arriving in the village, Song Linjie ran into the mountains and forests every day. He probably saw these bandits treating him like a fool, which made him feel uncomfortable. According to his nature, he should find people to fight with and hone his martial arts skills. That's the business, but now I can relax and drink the Hun La wine in the village alone. Instead, Zhang Ling teaches a pile of rotten wood that is even worse than rotten wood. His mood is mixed, and he almost wonders if he is teaching. In the end, I still said the sentence "You go out, don't say it was me who taught you. I really can't afford to embarrass that person." However, these bandits were not ashamed, but proud of it, and laughed even happier. It can be said that After all, for them, knowing one more word is enough. Thinking of this, Zhang Ling is not so worried.
Fortunately, those children are just a few young children who can remember more words than their parents. Every word taught by the teacher can be written down with a pen. If they forget to pronounce it, they will use their own familiar words. If you can't remember it once, then do it ten times. Anyway, until you remember it, at this moment, Zhang Ling finally understood how thirsty for knowledge the people in the past were.
Every time after teaching those words, Zhang Ling would stretch himself affectionately. In fact, he was not very tired, but when he heard several children calling him husband, he still felt a little satisfied.
Zhang Ling calmed down his writing, with a faint smile on his face. It was better than the boredom when he first went up the mountain. When he walked out of the school, he happened to see Hou Liuchao walking towards him, carrying two jars in his hands.
After Hou Liu approached, he shook the jar in his hand, and the strong smell of wine emanated from it.
Hou Liu smiled and said: "Zhang Ling, to express my gratitude for your teachings to my brothers, I will treat you to a drink today."
Hou Liu suddenly lowered his voice and said: "These two jars of wine are the only ones left on the mountain. I don't know which bastard it is. The wine in this cellar is missing several jars every day. If I catch him, I will have to whip him." A meal.”
Zhang Ling naturally knew that it was Song Linjie who did it. The wax wine on this mountain was really not strong enough. He drank it down in one breath and felt nothing at all.
The two of them found a big rock and sat down. To Hou Liu, the mountains were full of beautiful scenery and had no artistic conception.
Zhang Ling didn't shy away from drinking as much as he used to. A few days ago, when Song Linjie was stealing wine, he took a few sips of it himself. He didn't feel like Lie Yunshao burned his body, nor did he feel like Baihua Niang did. It clears the heart and smoothes the throat, and it is also mixed with some grain sediment. It tastes a little scratchy in the throat, but after drinking a few more sips, I still like it a little bit.
Zhang Ling opened the wine jar in his hand, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Although the wax wine is muddy, it is soothing."
Hou Liu didn't understand the implication of these words, and he laughed and said: "Since you like it, then drink it in a big gulp. I will brew it later and leave some more for you."
Hearing this, Zhang Ling felt a little dazed.
Seeing Zhang Ling in a daze, Hou Liu suddenly took out a large roast chicken from his arms, wrapped it in a layer of oil paper, and handed it directly to Zhang Ling.
"It's pointless to just drink like this, and there aren't that many good wines and meats in the mountains. Of course, the main reason is that Qingfeng Village is indeed a bit more miserable, and I really feel wronged to you, so I went to the mountains today to fetch this chicken specifically for you. You make up for it."
Hou Liu suddenly frowned and said, "But it's strange to say that in the past few days, the forest in the forest has lost a lot of trees for some reason, and I see that the tree mouths have all been cut with a single blade."
As he continued talking, he was about to guess who did it. Zhang Ling quickly dropped the subject: "Brother Hou, why haven't you seen that guy Wu Heizi in the past two days? Where has he gone?"
Hou Liu took a sip of wax wine, and some of it ran down. He wiped it off with his sleeves and said, "I don't know what happened to him. He squatted on the official road all day long and didn't ask for help. He just wanted to You can do a lot of work by yourself, and you don’t even have to look at how many pounds you have.”
Zhang Ling suddenly remembered what he had said to him a few days ago, and he understood the reason. He peeled off the oil paper, tore off two chicken legs, and handed one to Hou Liu. After the two of them had finished chewing, they threw it away.
Zhang Ling wanted to wipe the oil stains on his mouth with paper, but found that there was no extra paper for wiping. It would be troublesome to clean it with his sleeves, so he simply ignored it.
Zhang Ling said with a smile: "It's okay. After he gets beaten a few times, he will come back naturally."
Hou Liu also looked at each other and smiled, and the two of them chatted about trivial matters casually over wine and meat. After all, the other party was just a big boss, and it was impossible for him to talk eloquently, so it was really like talking to each other.
After eating, Zhang Ling lay on the stone, using his hands as a pillow, relaxing and murmuring: "This wax wine is my favorite."
When Hou Liu heard Zhang Ling's words, he couldn't help but laugh and said: "There are so many delicacies and fine wines in the world. If you tasted more, you wouldn't say that."
Zhang Ling closed his eyes and shook his head gently.
In a trance, Zhang Ling's heart was in the clouds. He had nothing to support at his feet and no use of his fists. A sense of powerlessness arose spontaneously. In an instant, Zhang Ling danced wildly, and his fierce fists scattered the misty clouds.
The next moment, my heart settled, and I began to fall suddenly, falling out of the clouds. The moment I was about to touch the ground, I woke up instantly.
Zhang Ling sat up and punched out. He felt an inexplicable insight into the boxing technique. His true energy traveled through his meridians. His original injuries had healed, and his body was a bit stronger than before.
Hou Liu, who was sitting aside, saw Zhang Ling punching and praised: "The punches are casual, but still strong and powerful. It seems that Zhang Ling has found a boxing method that suits you."
Zhang Ling didn't answer. Looking back, he saw Xu Ying standing three feet away. According to the agreement, she came to him to test the results.
Zhang Ling turned his attention to Hou Liu and chuckled, "Brother Hou, why don't you try it."
Hou Liuliu stood up and walked to Xu Ying without saying a word. The big and small bodies formed a very sharp contrast, but the little girl was not afraid at all. She crossed her legs, stood firm on her lower body, and punched out with both fists.
Hou Liuda waved his hand, but he was not arrogant. Knowing Xu Ying's divine power, he wanted to grab her wrist, but unexpectedly, she suddenly retreated, drifted to Hou Liu's side, and punched her from behind. After being hit on the back, Hou Liu quickly turned around to greet him, but was still forced to retreat.
Xu Ying is not in a hurry for success. She performs Tai Chi slowly with her hands, using her momentum to prepare for the best.
Hou Liu also started to get serious, but he didn't dare to underestimate this girl who was born with supernatural powers.
