In a quiet mountain village, a small stream passes by the edge of the village, and three or two naked children are playing by the river.
Beside the lush water grass beside the stream, a buffalo buried its head in the tender green water grass, munching on the rich food. From time to time, it would raise its head and fan its pointed little ears, and its thick and long tail was cute. Beat the sides of the body to disperse the surrounding insects and flies.
Farther away, on the flat terrain downstream of the creek, there is an open farmland separated by fields and ridges. It is the busy farming season and there are indispensable adults working hard in the fields.
"Hua Hua~~Hua Hua~~"
"Hahaha!!"
"Hee hee hee!!"
Young people always know no worries. They can enjoy themselves simply by playing in the water and playing with friends. The roaring water ripples with microwaves reflecting the sunlight above their heads. When a huge dead tree carries a black thing slowly floating from above. , after a few cursory glances, the sharp-eyed children took their partners in the water and ran towards the shore in panic.
"Abba, there are water monkeys!!"
"Wow, it's so scary..."
"What??"
In the fields in the distance, the villagers who were immersed in pulling up weeds in the fields straightened up, responded loudly, and at the same time trudged towards the field.
Soon, word of the water monkey appearing in the river spread to the small village. Even the village chief, who was over 70 years old, was disturbed and went to the stream outside the village.
Three or five strong young men with quick hands and feet arrived downstream early and dragged the slowly floating dead wood and the humanoid thing crawling on the dead wood, all black and with faint reflective blisters, to the shore. A group of people were gathering around People around were watching and discussing.
"Hey, what kind of water monkey is this? Isn't this just a burned corpse?"
"It's so pitiful. After his death, his body was thrown into the water and burned like this. I'm afraid it would be difficult to find his family!!"
"Ah!!! His fingers are moving!!!"
"The corpse has changed!!!"
While everyone was discussing it with great interest, a woman suddenly saw the body that had been burned to ashes and soaked in water for an unknown length of time, with bloody cracks. Suddenly her fingers tremblingly bent inward, and she was frightened. He jumped, screamed and ran out of the crowd.
Most of the other women and children were not very courageous. They were frightened by this and followed far away, finally making the grassland less crowded.
There are also brave young men and adult men who have found tools such as hoes and sickles to build a human wall next to the corpse. They stare warily at the charred corpse on the ground that still has not made any big movements. They want to step forward and kill the corpse. The body was cut into several pieces, but he was afraid that this would bring disaster.
Although the villagers have never seen dirty things like zombies and evil spirits, they are very real. When the elders who have personally come into contact with these things talk about these stories, they can't hide the fear in their eyes. , constantly telling his nephews not to provoke these things.
It wasn't until the village elder walked slowly over on crutches, supported by his filial sons, that he finally made a judgment after some observation.
"What kind of corpse transformation is this? He's just a poor man who's not dead yet!!"
The horrified villagers, after being reminded by the village chief, discovered that this seemingly terrifying charred corpse actually had a barely visible chest rising and falling, and was obviously still breathing weakly.
Everyone was in an uproar. They had been burned like this. This strange visitor was still alive. It was simply blessed by the gods! !
But the subsequent problems also made it difficult for the people in the village. If the stranger was treated, it would obviously cost a lot of money based on his injuries. As for the villagers in front of them, their own lives are barely maintained, so how can they have any extra money to save a stranger!
But if they don't save this man, the simple and kind-hearted villagers will feel a lot of regret. In this world, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, and accumulating kindness in the next life. In this world where ghosts, gods and demons exist, the next life is not an illusion. Ghosts seeking revenge are also worrying.
"Oh, if I had known better, I wouldn't have flowed into this muddy water!"
"Who says it's not the case? Otherwise, whoever fished him out would be responsible for dealing with him, right?"
"..."
In addition to simplicity, there are always selfish people. After knowing that the charred corpse in front of them is a trouble, all kinds of words that want to distance themselves and blame others are spread among the crowd. Some even clever people have already He moved quietly, preparing to sneak back to the village. Quan pretended that he didn't know about this.
"Okay!!"
The village chief tapped the thuja-polished crutch on the soft grass a few times, then raised his voice and spoke slowly.
"Now that I have encountered this incident, it is a test that God has given me as a Wu family villager. I must not forget the ancestral motto of my Wu family!!"
"Carry him to the main hall outside the ancestral hall and place him there, and then ask Xiao Liu to call Mr. Zhu to take care of his injuries. Other people's homes have badger oil, chicken oil, and various healing herbs, and they are all given to me. take it out……"
The village chief is also the head of the clan and has great prestige in the village. With him speaking now, other people would not dare to speak out against it even if they were unwilling.
In just a few words, the village head surnamed Wu had already arranged everything. Then several villagers found a stretcher from the village and carefully carried the stranger, who still had a few breaths of breath, to the place where the family ancestral hall was.
"Excuse me, Mr. Zhu."
In front of the ancestral hall, there was already a middle-aged man with a goatee, wearing a green cotton coat, waiting here, accompanied by a young man named Xiao Liu.
When the village chief surnamed Wu saw this person, he greeted him politely.
"It's just my duty. The village chief doesn't have to be so polite."
As one of the few people in the village who can read and know some medical skills, he will naturally receive certain preferential treatment. This is also the bargaining chip for Zhu Qing to settle down and live in this mountain village as a foreigner and gain the respect of the villagers.
"...Although this man's breath is weak, his pulse is steady and strong. He is not like a seriously injured person who is about to die. He should be able to be saved."
"...It's just that in addition to the burns on his body, he seems to have other hidden dangers in his internal organs, and there seems to be signs of poisoning."
"So in addition to the burn ointment, I also have to prescribe a detoxifying decoction. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble the village to dig some fresh herbs from the mountains and decoct them for him."
"I don't have to worry about this. Sir, just tell Xiao Liu about the matter and I will arrange for someone to take care of it."
Old man Wu Zhihua nodded, pointed at the clever young man beside Zhu Qing and said.
"Sir, what exactly happened to this man? Why is he so injured?"
The young man named Xiaoliu had a curious expression on his face, full of curiosity towards the injured people who were neither human nor ghosts on the simple straw mat that was temporarily set up in the main room.
"Who knows, everything will only be revealed after he wakes up."
Zhu Qing shook his head and never made any judgment lightly. After checking the injured person's pulse, he began to roll up his sleeves and prepared to clean up the debris and rotten flesh and blood on the injured person: "Go and get me a basin of hot water. , and a few more towels.”
"okay."
Xiaoliu withdrew his curious eyes and skipped outside.
Because the arrival of this unfamiliar patient did make the peaceful life in the village a little more turbulent. According to the request of the village head and clan leader Wu Zhihua, each household took turns sending people to take care of the patient every day. Everyone was After all his efforts, some hunters went into the mountains to catch some prey to replenish the patient's health.
When Zhang Zhongyong woke up, three days had passed since he was rescued from the creek outside the village. When he opened his eyes with difficulty, he happened to see a young face full of youthful energy and curiosity about the world. .
"you're awake!!"
Xiaoliu was arranged by the village to be Zhu Qing's assistant, and he was also a student who learned literacy and medical skills from Zhu Qing. He spent most of the past few days taking care of the injured in front of him.
When he saw Zhang Zhongyong's eyes as calm as Qiu Hong's slowly opening, a look of joy suddenly appeared on the young man's face, and he shouted excitedly.
Xiaoliu, who walked back and forth a few times, trying to do something, finally said to Zhang Zhongyong: "Wait a minute, I'm going to find Mr. now and let him take a look!!"
"gentlemen……"
After saying this, Xiao Liu ran out of the main room without looking back, leaving Zhang Zhongyong alone in the room.
There was a hint of bitterness in the corner of Zhang Zhongyong's eyes. Someone was plotting against him and almost took away his name, making it an impossible task for him to even walk out of the wilderness and forest. Fortunately, not far after walking out of the valley, Zhang Zhongyong saw a small stream. There happened to be a dead tree beside the stream, so he simply pushed the dead tree downstream along the stream.
If he stayed where he was, with Zhang Zhongyong's almost dying condition, any wild beast could kill him. Instead, he would go down the stream, and perhaps be rescued by the villagers along the way.
After trying hard to suppress the pain and looking inside, the bitterness in Zhang Zhongyong's eyes became even deeper.
After losing the suppression of true energy, the poison on his body caused a mess in his internal organs and meridians. But fortunately, Feng Zhang and the others were afraid that Zhang Zhongyong would notice something abnormal, so they chose the colorless, odorless, bone-like poison when they poisoned it. The maggots erode the internal organs and meridians and are difficult to remove, rather than the poison that directly kills people. This allowed Zhang Zhongyong to withstand the corrosion of the poison with his strong physique as a swordsman.
The true energy that originally flowed continuously between the meridians is now as thin as a gossamer. Although it is not driven by the master, it still spontaneously repairs the body's deficiencies and connects the broken meridians.
This is also the main reason why Zhang Zhongyong was able to save his breath despite being so seriously injured.
"hiss!!"
He just moved his back slightly, and a heart-piercing pain surged into his heart. His whole back felt like it was growing on the bed. Whenever Zhang Zhongyong moved, it was as painful as tearing his own skin.
He raised his hand with difficulty, his body was tightly wrapped in linen, and there was a smell of ointment inside. Through the wrapped linen, Zhang Zhongyong could still feel waves of pain like ant bites, and the burnt skin was With the help of true energy, re-growth brings about sequelae.
"you're awake?"
Before Zhang Zhongyong could continue to appreciate his injuries, several hurried footsteps walked into the main room from far away, and a gentle and polite voice slowly passed through.
"W-where is this?"
Zhang Zhongyong squinted his eyes, and under the dim light of the oil lamp, he glanced at the bookish middle-aged man with a beautiful beard.
"This is Wujia Village under the jurisdiction of Tanzhou Prefecture. Do you know what happened to you? Do you need us to report you to the official?"
"No need, I was plotted by a thief. Now I'm afraid he has escaped somewhere, and reporting to the official will be useless."
Zhang Zhongyong burst out word by word, and finally told Zhu Qing completely what he wanted to express.
When Zhu Qing heard this, he was not surprised at all. This was also the reason why his villagers did not report it to the official when they discovered the charred body of Zhang Zhongyong.
Nowadays, there is no powerful dynasty in the continent where Zhu Qing and others are located. Various regions have established secular government offices in state capitals that were divided according to ancient times.
It's just that the existence of these government offices is to maintain the stability of people's lives and prevent too much turmoil. It is basically difficult to deal with many things through the government.
This is because the official government itself is just a management organization on the surface. In fact, those who really control each state capital are the various immortal sects that are aloof and live alone in the world.
If the top combat power of a fairy sect, one person or a team can slaughter the army that a dynasty has painstakingly built for many years, then for this dynasty, why do they control the world? For these fairy sects, they are necessary Are they going to let this dynasty cause trouble for them? ?
Unless this dynasty can compete with all the immortal sects in this region with the power of one country, these immortal sects will definitely not allow the existence of the dynasty to distribute local resources and talents.
But obviously, it is difficult for such a powerful dynasty to appear, because how strong a dynasty that rules a continent requires, and how many powerful cultivators are required to obey orders, you can understand the difficulty just by thinking about it.
"Then do you have other relatives? Do you need someone to send them a message and take you back?"
Zhu Qing continued to ask. It was not that he was unwilling to help the other party, but that the origin of the other party was unknown. It was best to send him away to avoid causing trouble to the quiet little village.
"My hometown is in Wenshan County, Yuezhou Prefecture. It is more than 3,000 miles away from Tanzhou Prefecture. How can anyone help me bring a letter back? Even if someone drops by and helps me bring a letter to my family, from where I will send the letter to When they came, they were afraid that my injuries would have been healed."
Zhang Zhongyong's lies about his identity came out of his mouth. They were based on the rich experience accumulated during his travels in the world in the past few years, and there were almost no flaws.
"Then why did you come all the way to Tanzhou?"
Zhu Qing continued to feel Zhang Zhongyong's pulse while making insinuations. He seemed to be worried about Zhang Zhongyong's words.
"It's just for living. I heard that Tanzhou's embroidered gauze is very excellent, so I took the money I had accumulated at home and thought of taking advantage of my family's leisure time to follow the leadership of an uncle from the state's caravan to earn some hard work. money."
"After arriving at Yuewu City in Tanzhou, I went to the countryside alone to collect embroidery gauze. Who would have thought that I accidentally exposed my wealth and was targeted by others, and ended up like this."
Zhang Zhongyong responded with a wry smile and continued to make up his lies so that Zhu Qing could not find any flaws.
"Then you should be more careful!!"
Zhu Qing seemed to be convinced by Zhang Zhongyong's words and said regretfully: "But if you can save a life, at least you still have a chance."
"Yes, it's my first time to go on a business trip, so I still have no experience!!"
Zhang Zhongyong recalled that he was put in a bad position by his seemingly gentle and simple companions because of his lack of experience, and he felt inspired.
"Then do you want to take a message with your uncle?"
"I... let's forget it, I'm afraid... actually..."
Zhang Zhongyong pretended to show some hatred, hesitating and hesitating.
"Okay!! Although our Wu Village is not well-off, at least we can provide you with a meal. There is no problem. You can rest here to recover."
Zhu Qing was stunned at first, then understood, let go of his hand holding Zhang Zhongyong's pulse, and said with relief.
"Kindness without saying thanks."
Zhang Zhongyong actually has nothing to live on now, at least on the surface. The only remaining mustard bag used a blind trick before he fell into coma, turning it into a tumor on his waist, and then preserved it.
But at this moment, he didn't want to reveal his identity in front of Zhu Qing and the others, so he would definitely not use the contents of the mustard bag until he was in good health and able to protect himself.
"Take good care of yourself and I'll see you again tomorrow."
Zhu Qing patted the back of Zhang Zhongyong's hand and stood up slowly, leaving Xiao Liu to continue taking care of him in the main room.
Early the next morning, villagers from the village came over one after another and wandered around the room where Zhang Zhongyong was staying. They seemed to be looking for something casually, but in fact they were secretly observing the lucky Zhang Zhongyong. The brave villagers would also take the opportunity to heal Zhang Zhongyong's wounds. Two sentences.
Xiaoliu is not a tight-lipped kid. The words Zhang Zhongyong chatted with Zhu Qing last night were spread by him in one morning. Basically, everyone in the village knew the lies Zhang Zhongyong made up. It saves him from having to waste any time explaining what happened to him.
However, his lies were not without side effects. When many women and aunts in the village came in to visit Zhang Zhongyong, they inevitably had a bit of pity and regret in their eyes. Even the woman with tears in her eyes looked at Zhang Zhongyong who looked particularly seriously injured and thought of him. The tragic experience I made up made me burst into tears and sad for him.
"Oh, poor baby, how will he live in the future?"
…
Zhang Zhongyong watched these kind-hearted villagers reveal their true feelings in front of him. He felt ashamed and embarrassed, but more importantly, he felt a sense of warmth and gratitude, especially after he had just experienced a betrayal from his companions. This kind of nourishment is needed to fill the emptiness inside.
The villagers, who were strangers to him, were sad because they believed that Zhang Zhongyong, who suffered extensive burns all over his body, would inevitably become a disabled person in the future even if he was lucky enough to survive. In addition, Zhang Zhongyong’s hometown is more than two thousand miles away. With such a weak body and no money, it is a miserable life no matter how you look at it! !
Although being pitied by the blind daters was somewhat comical as a cultivator, Zhang Zhongyong was not the kind of monk who was heartless or selfish. At this time, he felt that these mortals pitied him. Behind the mood, the sincere and simple care made him rarely lower his posture to savor the fireworks of this world.
Ever since he could remember, Zhang Zhongyong was brought back from the ordinary world to Cuishan to be raised by his master, Jindan Master Li Tingyue.
Then he spent more than thirty years practicing Kung Fu in the mountains. Every day he saw several of his senior brothers and sisters, as well as a dozen servants who also practiced Kung Fu but were not accepted as disciples by their master because of their lack of qualifications. .
For the prosperous mortal world, the senior brothers and sisters and Zhang Zhongyong, who had never seen the world, were full of daydreams, but for mortals, everyone always ignored them intentionally or unintentionally.
Perhaps it's because the weak strength and short lifespan of mortals, and the cultivators who are so powerful that they can turn mountains and seas, turn clouds and rain, and have long lifespans that can live for hundreds or thousands of years, are essentially not the same race. .
Lions and sheep cannot live together peacefully after all. In this case, why should cultivators care about the life of a group of ants?
Zhang Zhongyong was also affected by the inherent prejudice in the world of cultivation. He had been walking in the mortal world for 4-5 years and had seen the bustling capital and the sea of people. Apart from feeling a bit novel, he had never really cared about these busy things. Mortals have never thought of deeply understanding their lives and thoughts.
"whee!!"
A little girl who couldn't even walk steadily, holding on to the wooden wall of the hall, crawled to Zhang Zhongyong's bed with two pigtails and shook her head. He was clawing at his mummified body, obviously very curious about his appearance.
"Nanny, don't run around, or you may hurt uncle."
Xiaoliu appeared in time, picked up the baby who was only wearing a big red bellyband, and whispered to the little girl who looked unhappy, regardless of whether the girl could understand what he said.
"Shitou, you little bastard, your mother asked you to watch your sister, so you just play by yourself, right??"
Xiaoliu walked out of the main room with the little girl in his arms, and soon shouted at the top of his voice to a group of teenagers playing in the spacious courtyard outside the house.
"oh!!"
A young man with a small headband wrapped around his head came over reluctantly, took the little girl from Xiaoliu's hand, squatted on the threshold, and looked enviously at the other friends who were still having fun.
The trauma on Zhang Zhongyong's body has actually improved a lot. The new skin is hidden among the charred scabs, which looks a little scary, but at least Zhang Zhongyong's normal activities are not serious. On the other hand, the internal organs and meridians in his body that had been eroded by poison would not improve much without a year and a half of rest.
This was only possible because Zhang Zhongyong secretly took out the portable elixir stored in his mustard bag when he was alone in the dead of night. Otherwise, with Zhu Qing's three-legged cat's medical skills and the lack of medicinal herb resources in Wujiacun, Zhang Zhongyong would I'm afraid the burns all over my body can't be cured.
"Mr. Zhang, why did you get out of bed? Be careful of your wounds!!"
He is called Mr. Zhang because he can read and digit, which is the most respected skill in the ignorant and remote mountain villages.
Xiaoliu jogged a few steps and went to help Zhang Zhongyong, but Zhang Zhongyong just waved his hand, indicating that it was okay.
"My own body, I know that there is no serious problem anymore. As long as the wounds are scabbed and I don't exercise strenuously, there will be no problems."
If it weren't for the fear of scaring the villagers and being regarded as a monster by them, Zhang Zhongyong would have been able to tear off the scary-looking scabs on the surface, revealing the new flesh that is almost as delicate as the skin of a newborn baby. This is the strength of a cultivator The result of the recovery of the body's body, true energy, and precious elixirs.
But among mortals, an injury like Zhang Zhongyong's is basically disfigured, and because his skin cannot perspire or expel oil, it means that he cannot perform high-intensity physical labor, making him a useless person in the eyes of the villagers. Wealthy patients.
This is also the reason why the women in the village will look at Zhang Zhongyong with pity and pity.
"Oh, then be careful."
Xiaoliu quickly moved a chair out of the main room and put a soft futon on it to prevent Zhang Zhongyong from feeling uncomfortable.
"Thanks."
Zhang Zhongyong likes this young boy Xiao Liu very much. He has taken great care of him in the past ten days, which makes him feel grateful and want to repay him.
It's a pity that this young man has no talent or wisdom for cultivation. Even if Zhang Zhongyong took out a few Qi-refining exercises that he had collected during his years of traveling, it would be difficult for the other party to gain anything.
Xiaoliu can practice the martial arts secrets created by talented people who have no talent for cultivation in the mortal world. However, let alone whether it is appropriate for such a simple young man to set foot in the martial arts world of right and wrong, Xiaoliu is now over ten years old. Sixth, the meridians and bones have been fixed, and there is not much potential for growth. If you learn this kind of secret book at this time, you will eventually be no more than a third-rate person, and you will be nothing more than cannon fodder in the martial arts world.
So after much deliberation, Zhang Zhongyong really didn't have a suitable way to repay Xiaoliu and the villagers of Wujia Village for taking care of him these days.
It was only now that Zhang Zhongyong could truly see the entire face of the village he was in.
The small village is located in a basin surrounded by several hills, with more than a dozen families scattered among them, always connected to each other by several irregularly divided fields. Farther away at the foot of the mountain, sheltered by dense trees, one could vaguely see people living there, and the sound of barking dogs could be heard.
The place where the ancestral hall is located should be the most popular place in the village. The blue brick and white walls built by several families who looked wealthy at first glance blocked many of the surrounding views.
In front of the ancestral hall, there is a large stone courtyard paved with bluestone quarried from the mountain. It is not only the best place for children to play daily, but also a place for families to harvest rice seeds and wheat ears. A drying area for drying.
The stream that carried Zhang Zhongyong downstream traversed the entire western half of the basin, nourishing this peaceful countryside like a rugged ribbon.
The children were laughing and playing in the sunbathing yard. On the steps in front of the ancestral hall, a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy named Shitou was holding the little girl who was constantly twisting and struggling on his body, watching his friends playing with envy. .
"Leave your daughter to me and go play."
Zhang Zhongyong smiled slightly and made a tempting proposal to the young boy.
Shitou looked at Zhang Zhongyong's tightly wrapped body, and then at his naughty sister. Finally, he suppressed his desire to play, shook his head and said, "Forget it, my daughter is quite naughty. .”
"That's right, Mr. Zhang, the most important thing for you now is to heal your injuries."
Xiaoliu was also worried about the little girl who didn't know what was going on. Who knew if the girl would directly tear open Mr.'s scabbed wound with a casual grab.
"It doesn't matter. I'll make some small toys for my daughter. She should like them."
Zhang Zhongyong said warmly, then turned to Xiaoliu and said, "I still want to trouble you, Xiaoliu. Go find a hatchet for me and chop some bamboos by the way."
"Ah good."
Xiao Liu was slightly startled, but he did not refuse Zhang Zhongyong's request and turned around to go to the village.
Soon, Xiao Liu cut down a fresh water bamboo tree that was as big as the mouth of a bowl and one or two feet long from outside the village, and dragged it back on the soft ground. It only took him a cup of tea to get back and forth.
Zhang Zhongyong took the hatchet Xiaoliu handed him, moved his aching limbs, and then slashed it twice, cutting off a piece of bamboo no more than a foot long.
The cross-section of the bamboo section was smooth and flat. Xiao Liu felt a little stunned when he saw it. As the person who cut down this water bamboo tree himself, he knew very well that this tough bamboo was not so easy to split. Even he could not cut it. It took several diagonal cuts to cut off the bamboo and bring it back to the village.
Watching Zhang Zhongyong skillfully break the bamboo sections and cut the knots into flat bamboo pieces, Xiao Liu asked with admiration: "Sir, are you a martial arts hero?"
"With my little Kung Fu as a three-legged cat, what kind of hero am I?"
Zhang Zhongyong showed this skill in advance so that he could have a good excuse to explain his recovery from burns. Although there are not many cultivators in the mortal world, there are many heroes in the world in Xiaoliu's mouth, so naturally they will not arouse the villagers. Their noise.
"Then, sir, can you teach me?"
Young people always have dreams. Now that he saw the rumored hero appearing in front of him, Xiaoliu was naturally overjoyed and asked directly.
"I also want to learn Kung Fu!!"
The stone on the side didn't care about the sister in his hand at this time and shouted loudly.
"..."
The children playing in the distance heard the cry of the stone, and then saw Zhang Zhongyong cutting small objects. Although they may not have heard clearly the content of the cry of the stone, the children were always very curious and came running from a distance. Come here, want to see the excitement.
"What kind of place do you think Jianghu is? Look at my current situation. If you set foot in Jianghu in the future, you will know the cruelty and terror in it."
Zhang Zhongyong is not reluctant to pass on the methods of physical fitness to these children. He just simply feels that it may not be a good thing for these young people to enter the so-called world with their dreams.
"However, I still want to go out and see the wonderful world outside. I don't want to be like my father all my life, hiding in the countryside and cultivating three or two acres of thin fields, waiting until I am old enough to marry a wife , have children.”
Xiao Liu had learned calligraphy from Zhu Qing, read a few articles, and listened to Zhu Qing's description of the outside world. His thoughts were naturally different from those of ordinary young people. At this time, even if he heard the polite rejection in Zhang Zhongyong's words I mean, but I still expressed my thoughts seriously.
On the other hand, Shi Shi, who looked excited just now, suddenly retreated when he heard what Zhang Zhongyong said and looked at his image wrapped like a zombie. He curled up timidly and hugged his sister in his arms. Tighter.
"...You still have to ask your parents for permission before I can consider this matter."
Feeling Xiaoliu's firm determination, and thinking of the care he had received these days, Zhang Zhongyong rarely softened his heart, and then made his own conditions.
"They have always supported me!"
Xiao Liu was overjoyed when he heard this and said confidently.
When other teenagers rushed over, Zhang Zhongyong already had a bamboo dragonfly in his hand. He put it in the palm of his hand and rubbed it gently. The bamboo dragonfly started to rotate rapidly. As Zhang Zhongyong let go of the bamboo stick, the bamboo dragonfly slowly went up to the sky. Fly.
…
"Old Zhang Wu, you are in good health."
The sunbathing area outside the ancestral hall where Zhang Zhongyong lives has now become a playground for children. The children, attracted by the many novel toys made by Zhang Zhongyong's skillful hands, gathered around the spacious and flat sunbathing area, waving smiles like silver bells wantonly. Voice.
"Is Mr. Zhang feeling better?"
Wu Zhihua leaned on a cane and looked at the happy children in front of him energetically. When he looked back, he asked caringly.
"It's already getting better. I think I'll be fully recovered in a few days."
Zhang Zhongyong smiled slightly and said gratefully: "Thanks to the care and care of my husband and fellow villagers these days, I have saved my life. Wan Sheng really doesn't know how to repay me."
"It's also your destiny. We just did what we could, but we don't dare to say anything in return!!"
Wu Zhihua waved his hand and said humbly.
"I heard from Xiaoliu's parents before that you are determined to teach him Jianghu Kung Fu. I wonder if this is the case?"
"Actually, from the bottom of my heart, I don't want this child to learn martial arts. If he lives a life of intrigues and licking blood on the edge of a knife, he may not have the carefree life he has now! However, if Xiaoliu's parents do agree to let him learn martial arts, Then I will not be stingy with these martial arts, and I will definitely teach them all."
Zhang Zhongyong nodded slightly and did not deny the facts.
"well!!"
Wu Zhihua must have had a difficult life in the outside world, but he also had his own considerations, and asked Allen for help with a troubled expression.
"Mr. Zhang, if you really want to take on a disciple, I have a grudge. I hope you can consider it."
"Master, please tell me."
Zhang Zhongyong responded sincerely.
"I wonder if your husband can let the children in my village listen when he teaches Primary 6."
After saying this, Wu Zhihua looked somewhat ashamed, but he also had his own helplessness.
After all, this is a world where gods, demons, and beasts coexist. It is very difficult for ordinary villagers to live and work in peace and contentment. Although there are officials and immortals to eliminate demons and monsters, there are also many bandits and horse bandits who often invade remote mountain villages like theirs. .
In fact, there are techniques to strengthen the body in Wujia Village, but the techniques are very rudimentary. Even if the brave members of the clan practice it for many years, they are still not as good as ordinary third-rate Jianghu people. Fortunately, Wujiacun is not too far from Yuewu City in Tanzhou Prefecture. The city needs food, supplies and other supplies from the surrounding villages, so the government has always taken good care of the surrounding areas, which allows Wujiacun to barely gain a foothold here.
But Wu Zhihua understands one thing, and that is to nip problems in the bud. The village is safe now, but who can guarantee that the village will be as peaceful as it is now?
The population of residents in the village is not large to begin with, with only a hundred or so people living there. Whenever there is turmoil in the state capital, it is a disaster for the village.
Now that there is an opportunity for the children of the clan to be exposed to a martial art, if they can seize the opportunity and let them learn a little bit, at least they will have a little more ability to protect themselves in the future turmoil! !
"...It seems that I am too self-righteous!!"
Zhang Zhongyong did not expect that what he thought was for the sake of the other party, in fact, in the eyes of Wu Zhihua and other villagers, it was an act of self-respect: "Don't worry, old man, since we have promised Xiao Liu to teach him martial arts, then I won’t bother adding a few more apprentices, anyway, I can lead one or a group of them.”
"I will definitely pass on all my proud secrets to these children."
"Then there is Mr. Lao Zhang!!"
Wu Zhihua was overjoyed and thanked him profusely.
"As far as I am concerned, the importance of teaching martial arts and saving lives has been determined. I don't need to thank me like this."
Secular martial arts are nothing worth cherishing for cultivators. As a sword cultivator, Zhang Zhongyong has been exposed to and learned various mundane sword skills since he was a child. At least in terms of the secrets of the mundane sword sect, he can remember them in his mind. I have learned no less than ten sets of top martial arts.
"You bastards, come here quickly!!"
Wu Zhihua was afraid that Zhang Zhongyong would go back on his word. His crutches made a thumping sound on the stone slab, and he shouted loudly to the children who gathered to play with various toys: "Kneel down quickly and pay homage to Mr. Zhang!!"
"From now on, Mr. Zhang will be the master who teaches you martial arts. You must remember to study hard!!"
Boom, boom, boom! !
The patriarch’s grandpa showed a majestic expression and said what the young people most yearned for. Who would be unwilling to do so? He immediately knelt down in front of Zhang Zhongyong and began to perform the apprenticeship ceremony in a decent manner. Even in the past few days, Shitou, who was scared away by Zhang Zhongyong, was also among the famous ones.
"Become a disciple first. I will have someone prepare the ceremony for you later. Mr. Zhang, just make do with it first."
The bright smile on Wu Zhihua's face betrayed his heart, and he pretended to apologize to Zhang Zhongyong.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, just forget about repairs and the like. I've been eating a lot of food from various families these days."
Zhang Zhongyong felt like he was being tricked, but at this time he could only put on a fake smile and continue the conversation with Wu Zhihua.
"That's right. I think your husband will have to recuperate in our village for a long period of time. We just use these bundles as food for him while he recovers."
"There is also my husband's residence. I happen to have an unused house at home, not far from our sunbathing area. I will have it cleared out later and add a few pieces of furniture. It will definitely be better than the place where I am now recuperating. Be comfortable."
Since Zhang Zhongyong agreed to become the martial arts master of the children in the clan, it means that he will not leave in a short time. If he continues to live in such a shabby main house, then Wu Zhihua does not know how to be a human being.
Zhang Zhongyong was embarrassed and was about to refuse, but Wu Zhihua had already started to invite these young boys to help Zhang Zhongyong prepare a new residence, leaving Zhang Zhongyong where he was.
"Master, it's time to drink medicine."
Xiaoliu even changed his title now, obviously to confirm Zhang Zhongyong's identity, so Zhang Zhongyong could only smile bitterly when he took the bowl.
The unique wisdom of the villagers of the country so that they will always play with some self -righteous little cleverness. Fortunately, Zhang Zhong, who they encounter a gentle personality and kindness, and understanding of gratitude, let them make their wishes.
Anyone who changes to other cultivation, encounters such a thing that is strongly buying and selling. Most of the better personality will throw the sleeves on the spot, go away, and the personality is evil and cruel. There is no psychological burden for them to report virtue.
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"I did not expect that the true qi of people in your rivers and lakes is so effective for healing injuries !!"
Zhu Qing carefully helped Zhang Zhongyong to unveil the dry and horrible blood scabs on the surface, and saw that the new skin had no traces at all. When a pink and smoothness, he made a stunning sound. At the same time, the eyes were incredible. There is a little doubt.
"If I didn't know my own medical skills, maybe I thought I would have become a divine doctor !!"
"It's better than Mr. Zhu's herbal medicine, and the careless care of Xiao Liu can I recover so fast!"
Everyone loves to listen. Although Zhang Zhongyong can recover so fast and so fast, it is more about his own body, cultivation method and elixir, but Zhu Qing's poor medical skills are not unparalleled. Zhang Zhongyong has this friendship with this friendship Also remember it.
"Seeing Master Zhang's current scene, I am very curious about your martial arts."
Zhu Qingyue was cleaning up the blood on Zhang Zhongyong's body. The more he felt different in his heart, the thoughts of worshiping the teacher in his heart, but even if the spin was pressed, it was already more than fifty people. Where did he pull? Going down to study with a group of childhood children! !
"If Mr. Zhu is interested, we can discuss the discussion together. I heard that the doctor generally has the five poultry dramas and interest adjustment techniques they inherited. It is also a magical means to cooperate with acupuncture methods."
"Ashamed, my medical skills are just what I searched for medical books. I can only barely be regarded as a barefoot Lang. Where can I understand this?"
"Mr. Zhu does not have to be humble. Martial arts internal skills have a lot of correlation with medical skills. It is said that the ancestors of martial arts were also proficient in medical doctors. Otherwise, the identification of these cheats about the meridian acupoints will not be the first lesson to learn martial arts. "
Zhang Zhongyong can feel that the most calm and powerful of Qi and blood in Wujia Village among more than a hundred villagers in Wujia Village, not those young or young, nor the prey that can be hunting and shooting black bear wild boars. Zhu Qing, the Mountain Village Enlightenment Teacher Kamura.
Obviously, the other party has his own secrets, and Zhang Zhongyong will not dismantle it, and he does not know the other person's privacy.
"Your trauma is almost as good. From today, I don't need to help to see the doctor again."
After careful clearance of Zhang Zhongyong's wound, and after the pulse, Zhu Qingyan looked at Zhang Zhongyong.
"These days, thank you Mr. Zhu."
Zhang Zhongyong sincerely thanks.
"I don't need to thank it. As a doctor, doing these things is my duty, but the village chief and his people are kind. I hope you can remember it in your heart.
"This is natural, otherwise I will not promise to teach the martial arts of these boys !!"
Zhang Zhongyong heard his definition and reminders in his words, and calmly replied in the face of Zhu Qing's review.
"That's good!!"
Zhu Qing had secretly observed Zhang Zhongyong in private. Through the other party's act and the relationship with Xiao Liu, they had a little judgment about Zhang Zhongyong's nature, so now it is just a reminder.
Give the herbal medicine that have long been prepared for Zhang Zhongyong to Zhang Zhongyong. After Zhu Qing urged how to decorate Xiao Liu, he left and left, leaving only Zhang Zhongyong from the house outside the house from 6-7 to 12-3 years old. Waiting for young children.
Most childhood children are now stretching bones outside the house. For the first time, they started learning martial arts. Although children in rural areas are not used to it and their bones are strong, they have not received formal training after all. Woolen cloth.
Now that he decided to teach this group of children martial arts, Zhang Zhongyong did not think about perfunctory things, but really prepared to choose a few sets of suitable for them to learn from the swordsmanship they learned in the early years and taught them carefully.
Anyway, internal injuries want to recover, and it takes at least half a year. In this six months, it can basically help this group of young people to lay a good foundation. As for in the end, what kind of achievements they can have depends on their talents and efforts, but to deal with the stream of three or five rings alone, it is completely absent.
"Ah !!! I want to go back, find a mother !!"
A little girl around 7 years old, her legs straightened their legs on the ground, and a girl who was older than her pressed down the girl's shoulder. Live in mourning.
There were a lot of companions around her, and she also groaned in pain, but she was not crying like the little girl. Most of the teenagers are hairy guys. Few people still let their girls learn martial arts, and most of the boys have good faces. Nose.
The stubborn face flushed with a flush. After everyone stretched the bones and bones, they took out Zhang Zhongyong from the weapon rack to let people go to the mountains on the mountain to cut off the long sword carved from the carved cashmere trunk on the mountain. Carry out the exercise of basic sword skills.
Sting, splitting, point, stingy, sweeping ...
The eighteen style of the basic sword skills is very boring, but it is a course that the sword practitioner cannot avoid. Even Zhang Zhongyong, the sword repair, has been tempering the basis of the sword skills in the early years, until now, there is no slack.
And these young boys in front of them, at this time, raised the heavy tea and wooden swords one by one, and chopped it towards the air again and again. If you don't pay attention to it, there will be a bamboo branch that cleverly hit the place where their movements are irregular. Then Zhang Zhongyong's severe voice sounded.
"Arms !!! Straight me !!"
"The waist rod is up !!!"
"Ma Bu must be stable !!!"
Although Zhang Zhongyong has no experience of teaching people until now, he has been taught by Master, Brother and Sister since he was a child.
There are eighteen children who have taught under his hands now. The oldest one is the younger six who originally wanted to worship Zhang Zhongyong as a teacher. It is also the master of this group of children today. .
The age of this age is already an adult in the countryside, and in the eyes of those who are studying martial arts, the best time has long been.
Fortunately, Zhang Zhongyong is not an ordinary martial arts division. Xiao Liu's kindness who takes care of him is also in his heart. Now that he promises to teach them skills, naturally there is a way to make up for the problem of this young age and skeletal muscles.
"How to drop it? After practicing for less than half an hour, you can't stand it? Look at your movements, what has been deformed?"
Treating this big disciple, Zhang Zhongyong is more severe than other apprentices. Who asked this boy to cause such a big trouble for himself, and at the same time, he could testify the determination of the other party through this severe means.
No matter what you do, determination and will are the most important key to success. It is just like the existence of most of the Yuan infant during the cultivation world. When they first asked, they were just ordinary assets. Genius, in the end, did not go far.
Wu Jinghao, a small six, is lonely and lonely in the family. He has lost his parents since he was urination.
Most of the villagers are simple and take care of the lonely Wu Jinghao, but they are indispensable to have the harsh women and children. Therefore, he felt more people's warmth and warmth since he was a child. He was later sent to Zhu Qing to learn medical literacy by the patriarch Wu Zhihua, which made him a little more hearing and a little courage than his peers in the village.
The sweat wet the vest, and a piece of mottled on the dark thick hemp clothing, and it became itchy because of the infiltration of sweat stains, but Xiao Liu still insisted on the movement of the front thorns.
In his ears, Master's transformation of his temperament was constantly scolding, but he could not shake his determination to learn martial arts.
On the first day of enlightenment to the children, Zhang Zhongyong showed them to all the children sent by the children to split the thickness of the bowl mouth with a wooden sword with a wooden sword, and carved it into a wonderful skill. At the same time, Zhang Zhongyong also squeezed out the true Yuan, who was not generous, revealed the light work that suddenly turned up and down, and attracted a group of childhood cheers and looked up.
Children can see the villagers of Wujia Village, even the villagers of Wujia Village who are still skeptical of Zhang Zhongyong, and they are deeply shocked. Fortunately, this time their village was picked up.
Whose adults do not want their children to become a talent, but the villagers in the countryside are difficult to live in their own family. Where can I still have the ability to send their children to school or learn martial arts! !
The literacy enlightenment is fortunate to say that although Mr. Zhu has average knowledge, anyway, the children can know how to write their own names, and know the truth of some people. .
However, to say that learning Wu, the most famous martial arts from Wujia Village is the gossip door located in Yuewu City to open the door to collect apprentices. of.
As the so -called poor literature is rich and martial arts, if you learn martial arts, if you want to achieve something, then you have to fight bones and bones from an early age. In addition to going out for daily refinement, the most important thing is to soak the body in various medicine soups to achieve the effect of strengthening your body and repairing your body. .
The martial arts teach apprenticeship skills and given various medicine soups to boil their bodies. Naturally, it is impossible to be free. In the end, it is not necessary to be a child who sent to school. Do you spend money to support it! !
Today, such a martial arts master suddenly appears in the village, which may be limited by the poor conditions, and the children may have limited achievements in the end, but at least there are not many bundles needed by the gentleman. The apprentice must be reality.
"Okay, except for Xiao Liu and Xiao Wu, everyone else stopped and rest for a moment."
Looking at the painful color of the children's face, Zhang Zhongyong knew that they had almost reached the limit. The child of this age had not been open, and it was not suitable for practicing hard practice, otherwise it might hurt their roots.
The two teenagers, Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu, have been fourteen years old. The muscles and bones have 80 % of the strength of adulthood. Therefore, their polishing must be heavier than other children.
"ah!!"
"Ah~~~"
More than a dozen children were promised by Master, and they couldn't care about the other. They sat on the ground with a sound of a sound.
"Anyway, it's all rest, and we can't delay the study time. Come on, everyone makes a split, and the hands are straightened and touched the toes!"
Seeing this, Allen showed a "angel" smile on his face, and continued to exercise enthusiastically the group of apprentices in front of him.
The teenagers mourned in their mouths and followed Master's instructions reluctantly, and they began to stretch the muscles in pain.
One day, in addition to the students who went to Zhu Qing's school to study and literate in the morning, there were also children in the afternoon that children needed to help beure of beef, sheep, sheep and livestock, and cooking and laundry. The rest of the children stayed in the sun. Accept Zhang Zhongyong's teachings.
Even before going to bed at night, everyone could not be spared. She continued to be called together by Zhang Zhongyong, soaked in hot hot water full of herbal medicine, and received the nourishment and repair of the body for the body.
Although the conditions are simple, fortunately, behind Wujia Village is a piece of jungle and mountains. The people in the village usually collect some herbal medicines on the mountain and send them to Yuewucheng for sale.
Zhang Zhongyong accepted Wu Zhihua's request and gave the children a martial arts master, but he also made several requirements. One of them was to let Wujiacun people provide him with some herbs as the children's body.
Of course, there will definitely be too much cherishing herbs in this poorly remote place, but things like falling grass, Angelica, and Shouwu can not be said to be rare. As long as people in the village enter and leave the foothills, they can always find it. Some.
And Zhang Zhongyong also guided by a momentum. After asking Zhu Qing, a prodigal son of the rivers and lakes, and learned about the growth of the surrounding herbal herbs, he also issued two lists to Wu Zhihua, remembering that he taught the types and quantities of the herbs needed by this group of children.
Faced with Zhang Zhongyong's demand, the villagers in the village naturally have some complaints. Anyway, these herbs can also subsidize some home use. Now that Zhang Zhongyong is given to Zhang Zhongyong, everyone has less income, which will affect the family's expenses and life.
However, Wu Zhihua knew how to do it. After asking the reason for Zhang Zhongyong's herbal medicine, the crutch put on the majesty of the patriarch in the ancestral hall.
Now that he agreed to Wu Zhihua and to teach the martial arts in the village, Zhang Zhongyong has never thought about perfunctory things, and just pass something to these children. Anyway, this is also the first time Zhang Zhongyong has received an apprentice. Although it is not a practitioner, the teenagers call the word "Master" naively, and Zhang Zhongyong has the obligation to think about their future.
Not to mention that Wujiacun is for Zhang Zhongyong, and there is a life -saving grace, but it is just a time to delay a little injury. Isn't it that they should also take care of them?
"Ouch!!"
After all, the boys should be much naughty. In the hot medicinal bath, I feel the consciousness such as hemp, itching, and scratching from the internal muscles. One by one is screaming. I came up with tears, but I was afraid of the laughter of the brothers and endured it.
The girls are soaking in the huts built temporarily. Although they can also feel all kinds of uncomfortableness, they have strong patience in nature, but they are much quieter than boys.
Most of these children are late for martial arts. If they cannot laid a solid foundation at the beginning, their future development in martial arts is extremely limited.
