Another chicken leg was thrown to the woman by Zhao Ziyang. It was not that he had any evil intentions. Zhao Ziyang 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 still enjoyed great popularity among the neighbors. Reputation gradually changes over the years. Of course, there were a very small number of stubborn people among them, but Zhao Ziyang and a few loyal helpers taught them a lesson, and they only obeyed after bleeding from the mouth and nose. It has been half a year since the past happened.
When his thoughts returned, the young man who wore short clothes all year round felt a lot of emotions, and then laughed at himself. Feelings? As an abandoned baby, there seems to be no reason to feel the misery of others. There was no one around, so Zhao Ziyang had nothing to do, so he went home and read a 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. Category, there are only one to two hundred commonly used words in the belly, and most of them are in Yizhang dialect, not elegant popular terms. When reading this old book, it naturally seems that it is stretched and ignorant. There are diagrams in the book, marking various veins of the human body, etc., which can barely correspond to the human body, but the order and organization are all unclear and difficult to distinguish.
"Bullshit doesn't make sense." Zhao Ziyang muttered. He 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 I was angry, someone knocked on the door. Zhao Ziyang was so angry that he put down the old books and opened the wooden door that was leaking from the air. He didn't care who was standing outside and cursed at the top of his lungs, "What kind of loser is disturbing the uncle so early in the morning?" "It's not even noon yet, so you have to check the time when you want to eat." However, the next moment, the leader of the White Tiger Gang was stunned on the spot.
The person standing at the door was no one else, but the beautiful woman eating cakes who had fled here. Needless to say, after not seeing her for a long time, this woman put on clean clothes, and after washing her face, she looked even more graceful and graceful, completely different from her original dirty and slovenly appearance. The village is poor and there is no need to apply powder, but everyone loves beauty, especially women. They cannot afford rouge and goose yellow, so they pick rouge-colored tender flowers from the roadside and sip them on their lips, which makes them look more elegant and generous.
Growing up, Zhao Ziyang's neighbors were mostly aunties who were several times older than him. How had he ever seen such a battle? His face immediately turned red, remembering the vulgar words just now, the redness even spread to his ears, he hesitated and did not 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 wanting to say that people should not be judged by their appearance, the woman hesitated for a moment, took two steps and walked to the table, with her bare hands slightly raised, flipping through the old book, and 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 the neighbors see a woman coming in and out, the impact will be very 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 wouldn't he, the leader of the White Tiger Gang, get a reputation as a lecher? He won't carry this huge pot of flying pot. As for the doubt, there was no trace of embarrassment or embarrassment on the woman's face when she said those words, as if it was nothing to do with her.
Zhao Ziyang smiled stiffly, "It's a small effort, girl, no need to thank you."
The beauty of a woman is better than the blooming flowers in Jichuan.
"Go from the Dantian to Yangguan, go out of the Mingmen and circle the center, to the Yangshen Dao Feng Mansion, gather the Qi to the Divine Courtyard, and rise along the vertebrae like a dragon and snake, exhale continuously from the Divine Courtyard, the Qi is three miles below and Kunlun spring springs, both limbs From Zhongfu Kong to Hegu. For some 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 little 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 quite a bit of talent in his heart. He also had great ambitions when he was young. Unfortunately, he lives in a poor family and has no one to recommend him. He had 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 the work of my father." It is a deep-rooted thought that a woman's lack of talent is a virtue. Over the past hundreds of years, where have there been any women in government officials? At the level of poor people, the thinking is more conservative. As for women, the water thrown out by a married girl is that she knows a little about female celebrities, and that's all she needs to be a husband and a child, so why waste her family's money and send her to school for no reason. Since then, most girls from poor families are illiterate, and girls from rich families are more educated and sensible. However, 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. 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 rolls over the new willow buds beside the thatched house, and the strands are like golden threads extracted from the veins, and are projected on the woman's eyelashes and eyelids. There is no powder applied, but a layer of gold powder is vaguely covered.
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 heart, keep your spiritual platform clear and clear, and restrain your emotions and flatten your belly." The boy and the girl sat cross-legged on the broken mats with holes in all directions, and began to move their qi according to the order recorded in the book of Guanqi theory. The breath flows from the Dantian, along the spine to the divine palace on the head, like a mighty dragon with its head raised and neck folded. The breath in the Dantian is extremely weak when practicing for the first time. You can imagine the difficulty in pulling it to the scalp, and there will be a slight deviation in the breath. , it is easy to get carried away. That is to say, the two of them were young and energetic, and Zhao Ziyang didn't mind sharing the cultivation techniques in the book with this girl, so they 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.
In the dark night, 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.
He was feeling extremely comfortable and didn't notice. The woman who was still sitting cross-legged raised her red lips slightly.
