The smile on Zhao Changshu's face gradually faded as he listened to Zhou Wen's narration. When he heard Zhou Wen say that there were more things in his head after resurrecting from the dead, and that his body had the power of prajna, he had no doubt that the world was huge and full of wonders. When I heard that Zhou Wen, young and old, pretended to be his grandson in order to save his life and replenish the regiment, he felt that the younger brother was so clever that he could think of such a method and still get through under his nose.
Later, when I heard that more than 40 people had almost wiped out more than 400 elite cavalrymen of the Northwest Army, they repeatedly praised Zhou Wen for his proper tactics, clever firepower allocation, super strong transport team, and he was extremely lucky to be able to save the principal. Finally, after hearing about going deep behind enemy lines to grab tongues, and sneaking into Xuchang City alone to outsmart the city gates, Zhao Changshu was so impressed that he was so satisfied.
When Zhou Wen finished telling the truth about how he entered the Central Party Committee by coincidence, how he was sent to Shanxi, how he destroyed the Dashunlai business in Lishi to save his father, etc., Zhao Changshu was already filled with excitement and couldn't help himself. suppress.
He stood up and walked back and forth in the office, saying loudly: "Good boy, it's awesome - it's awesome! The battles I heard you describe are all about taking chestnuts from the fire. It may seem like adventure and luck to others, but it seems to me The preparation is thorough and meticulous, the planning is unexpected, the fighter opportunities are accurately grasped, and the men are brave and sturdy. Otherwise, luck will not be able to favor you every time. I didn't expect that the young students back then had such talent. Adjutant Zhao, bring me the wine!"
When Adjutant Zhao heard the sound outside the door, he came in with a bottle of Fenjiu and two wine bowls. One bottle of wine filled two bowls exactly. Zhao Changshu was full of pride. He picked up the wine bowl and said, "Come on, little brother, I'm really happy today. I'll use your victory on the battlefield as an appetizer. Let's have a bowl. So that we can meet again, let's do it!"
Zhou Wen was moved by Zhao Changshu's heroic spirit and stood up, holding a wine bowl and saying, "Senior, do it for us to meet again. Do it!"
Both of them simply raised their heads and drank heavily, drinking a bowl of wine in one go. Zhao Changshu wiped his mouth, looked at Zhou Wen's face flushed and swollen due to the strong alcohol, and burst into laughter. Zhou Wen also laughed, and felt that at this moment, this wine was the sweetest and most comfortable drink in his two lives. once.
The two of them drank a bowl of wine and became closer to each other. Zhou Wen then remembered that Zhao Changshu had been injured not long ago, and quickly asked: "Is the injury on the senior's body healed? Is it okay to drink?"
Zhao Changshu said with a smile: "It's okay, a shrapnel hit his waist. Chief Xu specially asked a Japanese doctor to perform surgery to remove the shrapnel. It's just that there will be some pain when it's cold and rainy. It's okay."
After hearing this, Zhou Wen said: "If the senior doesn't dislike it, I will use Prajna energy to massage the senior. Maybe it will have some effect."
He knew that for a tough man like Zhao Changshu, if he felt some pain, it would definitely be serious. His Prajna Qi had a miraculous effect on such injuries.
Zhao Changshu was not a mother-in-law person at all. Hearing this, he smiled and said: "What do you think you don't like about it? Just let me learn the skills passed down to you by the Buddha."
After saying that, he untied his armed belt, took off his thick woolen coat and sweater underneath, and Adjutant Zhao quickly took it over. Zhou Wen asked Zhao Changshu to lie down on the sofa. Gently lifting the hem of his shirt, he took a deep breath when he saw it. Zhao Changshu's back was covered with scars from how many bomb fragments he had suffered, and there was a long wound on his waist.
Zhou Wen stopped talking, activated his Prajna Qi, and started massaging Zhao Changshu's back and waist with his hands...
Although Zhao Changshu had been discharged from the hospital long ago, he had been troubled by severe pain in his back and waist from time to time. According to the Japanese doctor, it was because the shrapnel penetrated too deeply into the body and may have damaged some lumbar nerves. Current medical standards cannot treat it.
Now I could feel the younger brother's fingers everywhere, and a numbing feeling ran back and forth on my back and waist. Although he was only wearing a single coat on his upper body, his body actually warmed up in the cold winter. He felt warm and his mood gradually calmed down. There seemed to be a faint Sanskrit sound lingering in his ears. It is extremely relaxing when both body and mind feel comfortable. Zhao Changshu gradually fell asleep...
At this time, there was silence in the office, and Adjutant Zhao did not dare to disturb him, so he quietly left, but his heart was filled with turmoil. He knew that his commander had been constantly disturbed by the pain since he was injured. He could not sleep well at night. How could he fall asleep on the sofa in the office in broad daylight. This little colonel is a capable man. No wonder the Commander is so close to him.
About two hours later, Zhao Changshu woke up and felt that he was covered with a military blanket. Junior Zhou Wen was sitting on the sofa on the other side, looking at him with a smile. I felt a little ashamed and fell asleep. Wait, I actually fell asleep in broad daylight when it was freezing cold? This is the most incredible thing in the past six months. Normally, the stove and brazier would be lit at night, and the room would be as warm as spring, but I would still be tortured by the pain that came from time to time, so that even an hour of deep sleep was a luxury.
I looked at my watch and saw that I had slept for more than two hours now, and it was still broad daylight. Zhao Changshu sat up in an instant. The pain he usually felt when getting up and lying down was gone, and his movements were much smoother. He stood up and practiced a set of boxing techniques in the office, regardless of the fact that he was only wearing single clothes.
Zhou Wen is now considered to be the head of both the Shaolin and Wudang families, and his knowledge is no longer what it used to be. At first glance, you can tell that this is Shaolin Piguaquan, which is popular in the north. I saw Zhao Changshu slowly testing out his strength with one move at first, and then he started to speed up his moves. Finally, he completely released his moves in the office. Fortunately, his office was big enough, and Zhou Wen saw the opportunity again. Hurry up and move the heavy sofa to the corner.
Zhou Wen could see that Zhao Changshu was also a person who had practiced martial arts for many years and practiced diligently, and he also had a deep foundation in Piguaquan. Seeing that Lie Xin was happy, he stepped forward and joined hands with him to practice sparring. The two of them didn't jump or move around, they just came and went and exchanged hands in the small area of the office. Under the deliberate guidance of a master like Zhou Wen, Zhao Changshu became more and more happy as he played. He felt that he had not practiced smoothly and used the moves that he had not practiced well naturally. He had never been as free as he was today.
After fighting for a long time, Zhao Changshu got excited and shouted: "Take the move!" His right hand punched straight into Zhou Wen's chest as fast as lightning, and Zhou Wen also shouted: "Well done!" A punch from his left hand came first, directly Welcome the opponent with a right fist. "Bang!" There was a soft sound, and the two fists touched together. Both of them were motionless. You looked at me, I looked at you, and both burst into laughter.
Zhou Wen's strength was controlled just right. Zhao Changshu felt as if he punched a cotton wall with all his strength, and his fist felt no pain at all. I admire Zhou Wen's martial arts greatly and know that he is much better than himself.
