Yujiacun, the headquarters of Tianxiahui, is the backyard.
Duanlang sat in the chair and thought more and more angrily. His son, who was the best swordsman in the world, was in charge of Yujia Village in the world, and was Le Ye's shit-sweeper. He got punched for no reason?
The key punch was extremely powerful. One punch caused him to lose his breath and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Does Yu Yue know how much food he needs to eat to replenish the blood?
"Bang!" Duan Lang punched the table, then sat upright and said to the little yellow cat on the table who was stretching his small tongue to lick tea out of boredom.
"Le Ye, I love you!"
Little yellow cat:
After a moment of silence, Miao Le jumped up and punched Duan Lang hard in the face.
"thump!"
A figure flew directly from the yard to the door.
Dou Ya, who was guarding the door, was startled and quickly helped Duan Lang up: "Master Steward, are you okay?"
Then he fell into confusion. Okay, why did the steward fly out of the yard? Could it be?
Practicing?
What kind of skill is this? Landing on the ground with your butt flat on the sand, falling into the wild goose pose?
Duanlang stood up, dusted himself off, and didn't care.
"It's okay, I'm just practicing how to survive a beating!"
As he spoke, he patted Douya on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Think about it, although our Tianxiahui is said to be the largest gang in the world, have we offended fewer people over the years? Those people don't dare to talk to us the most openly. Maybe there will be a master sneak attack in secret.
Of course, we are just small characters, and those strong people don't care about our life or death at all.
But if an assassin comes, can you, as a subordinate, step forward to stop him? Otherwise, you will definitely die if you help Li Qiu settle the accounts.
But can you stop me?
So if you look at the kung fu I'm practicing now, if the assassin hits me casually, I can vomit blood and fall to the ground in the same posture as if I was hit with full force, and then faint.
Doesn't this not only save one's life, but also show loyalty in front of the superiors? "
Douya was startled, and then his eyes lit up: "Master Steward, I understand, no wonder you vomited blood with a light punch from that man today. It turns out that you are using a trick to kill him, and you will have an excuse to kill him with your sword.
Unexpectedly, that person was also cunning and cunning, and he surrendered directly.
Sure enough, people who come out to fool around are really dirty. "
Breaking Waves:.
"Okay, go and do your work. Don't tell anyone else about this trick, otherwise they will all fake their own deaths and who will work for us?"
"Yes! Sir Steward, Douya promises to keep it secret!"
Duan Lang nodded with satisfaction and slowly returned to the house. Then, he held his stomach and grinned.
"Master Le, you are too cruel! I just want you to help me teach Yu Yue a lesson."
The little yellow cat was very dissatisfied: "Meow~"
[You are really the worst shit shoveling officer I have ever led. Others have already become a tyrant like you at such an early age, and some of them have already shattered the void and become immortals and ancestors! 】
Duanlang was dumbfounded.
After a moment of silence, the young man stood solemnly in the middle of the yard and began to practice the fundamental martial arts of the Tmall Shit Shoveling Clan, "Go to TM Zhuyuan Dan Body Training Technique". The name is very strange, but according to the description, the body training effect is very good.
After completing the physical training, one can move mountains, carry mountains, chase stars, and hold the sun.
Half an hour later, Duanlang looked at the little yellow cat in confusion.
"Master Le, I understand the truth, but what if this physical refining technique requires me, a grown man, to do the splits? It also requires me to pull my legs up to my hips. Is this reasonable?"
The little yellow cat was already lying on the roof lazily basking in the sun. There was still a silly little swallow on its tail, flying up and down as its tail swung.
There was probably the Swallow Lady on the tree in the distance, screaming in despair.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp~"
"Meow!"
[This is very reasonable. As we all know, the Tmall family will generally choose cute and cute rich lolita to be the shit shovelers! They can keep me struggling for millions of years. 】
Duan Lang was not stupid enough to ask why he was chosen, otherwise Le Ye would suddenly think clearly and run away, and he would lose blood.
practice! If you can't practice to death, practice to death!
Xiong Ba, Wen Chou Chou, Bu Jingyun, and now he has another enemy: Yu Yue!
You can't pull your legs down, can you? I force it! Still can't move it? The boy directly pressed his legs against the wall, then used all his internal strength to push hard against the wall.
"Crack!"
After a while.
Duanlang dragged his body with stubble out of the bones to the roof, looking pitiful.
"Master Le, my leg is broken, can you treat it?"
Little Yellow Cat:? ? ?
Cruel, too cruel!
Even if previous shit shoveling officers couldn't practice for the time being, they would gradually gradually stretch their muscles and bones. How could it be so hard? And doesn’t it hurt?
After a moment of silence, the little yellow cat flicked its tail and threw the little swallow directly into the arms of the mother swallow in the tree on the side, which was screaming with thirst. Then it jumped onto the lap of the shovel.
A slap driving the bone directly into the leg.
"Crack!"
Then stroke it back and forth with its paw.
"Pooh!"
Go up spitting.
Finish.
Duanlang stood up and jumped up, then looked at the saliva leaking on the tiles, then looked at the little yellow cat's small mouth, and fell into deep thought.
With the memory inherited from Tmall, although he had long known its magic, he was still shocked and inexplicable when he actually saw the magical effect of human flesh and bones.
Then if this is selling Le Ye's saliva, wouldn't it mean that he would make a fortune and take off on the same spot?
Little Yellow Cat:? ? ?
This year’s shit-eating officials are so rebellious! Eat this meow with one hit and unlimited meow punch!
"Pa bang bang~"
On the tree in the distance, the mother swallow finally waited for her daughter to come back. First she chirped with joy, and then of course she started to teach her love lesson, waving her wings and just flapping them.
"Pa bang bang~"
For a long time, Duan Lang who was lying on the roof and Little Yanzi who was lying on the treetop looked at each other. One person and the other Yan were unconscious, and they seemed to see themselves in each other's eyes.
Is this family affection?
…
At dinner, Duan Lang had just taken a bite when he watched Le Ye finish the entire meal in a stunned manner. He could only silently eat the white rice in the bowl.
In fact, it's not bad now. At least we have clean and sweet white rice to eat, which is better than the sizzling leftovers the handymen used to eat.
The young man comforted himself silently in his heart.
Until Douya came over to clean up, Duanlang sat in the yard and stared at the stars for half an hour, when he suddenly thought of a question.
Other shit shovelers only eat white rice all day long. How did they achieve extraordinary feats at such a young age? Isn't this unreasonable?
With this doubt, Duan Lang climbed up to the roof and asked Le Ye who was fighting with a little mouse.
He casually swatted away the little black mouse that was at odds with him. The little yellow cat looked up and down at the shit shoveler, and gave serious instructions.
"Meow meow~"
[Young man, the ancient sages said: You cannot use all your power, all your blessings, all your advantages, and all your wisdom.
A person's happiness is not because he has more, but because he cares less! You are now enduring the pain that others cannot endure and suffering the hardships that others cannot bear, in order to reap the gains that cannot be obtained.
Imagine that in the future you will punch a bully, stomp on the ground and scare the clouds, and Wen Chou Chou will kneel down and beg for mercy. How majestic and relieving would that be?
Never compare your luck with others. For example, I have never thought about being luckier than others. I will only have more perseverance than them. In the most difficult time, when they can't stand it anymore, I can stand up for one more breath or two more breaths.
Even if you climb the highest mountain, you can only take one step at a time. Success is accumulated bit by bit, don't give up! ]
Duan Lang nodded heavily, fully agreeing with Le Ye's point of view.
The results will not disappoint a person who works in the right direction.
But the problem is that he just wants to ask how other shit shoveling officers solve this conflict of not having enough to eat but still practicing kung fu?
"Meow!"
[Other shit-shoveling officials generally don’t grab their food! 】
Duanlang:? ? ?
Are you bullying me? Why?
"Meow!"
[You have a delicate body that is easy to push down, and you have beautiful little feet. What do you think you have? 】
Breaking Waves:.
Got it, Le Ye is Sepi!
Seeing that the shit shovel officer might have some misunderstanding about him, the little yellow cat quickly continued to explain: "Meow meow~"
[Of course, the most important thing to me is getting along well with each other and pleasing my eyes. 】
Duanlang was looking forward to it: "Well Master Le, which one do you think you are more compatible with? Do you think I still have a chance? To be honest, I'm very hungry."
"Meow."
[It is better to retreat and build a net than to look at the fish in the abyss.
To endure the pain that others cannot endure and to endure the hardships that others cannot bear is to reap the gains that cannot be obtained.
Hungry will give you the motivation to work harder! 】
Duanlang was dubious, so he jumped off the roof, went inside the house and sat on the bed, sitting cross-legged and meditating, with his five hearts in the sky, running another martial arts tradition: "Seven Points Depends on Hard Work"
According to the description, the martial arts of the Tmall clan seems to be endless, and they are simply the best in the world. But why are all the names so unreliable?
[Today’s way of practicing Qi is nothing more than guided by thinking. It is too vague and too empty. The heaven and earth separate the pure and turbid to create people. The practice of human Qi is nothing more than practicing the empty spirit to cleanse the muddy and turbid. Qi is the master of life, and the shape is the body.
use……】
Duanlang's mind became more and more peaceful. His thoughts seemed to exist but not exist, and he seemed to think but not think. It was as if he was trapped in a state of complete silence.
"Buzz~"
In an instant, an unknown force poured into the body from all directions.
Refining essence into Qi, refining Qi into spirit.
Xuan Gong operates endlessly according to the guidance of the mind, and this mysterious power is continuously transformed into the true energy in the body, strengthening the meridians and bones of the physical body.
This feeling of getting stronger every moment, and the practice method that was almost completely different from the traditional martial arts that consumed energy and energy, quickly made Duan Lang addicted.
Early morning of the second day.
A big rooster with a red crest and colorful feathers stood on the roof of the chicken cellar, proudly crowing at the rising sun: "Brother Dog, Brother Dog!"
Duan Lang slowly opened his eyes, feeling the sudden increase in internal energy and strength in his body, and his expression was uplifted.
As a handyman in the past, he could only meditate for at most one hour a day because he had no food. His meridians were still somewhat damaged, and he might even be short-lived and infertile because his energy was refined too much.
But even so, he can still beat that shocking step.
Now, with this magical technique, he can even practice for twelve hours a day without sleeping.
Of course, this is impossible.
Even if the energy is sufficient, the god still needs to rest.
According to calculations, he can spare two hours every day to patrol the village, handle affairs, eat, beat other animals with Le Ye, and deal with the parents who were attracted by Le Ye when he played with the crying girl.
In this way, his practice progress in one day is ten times that of before, and one year is equivalent to ten years for others.
And no matter how powerful that Xiongba is, he only has the internal strength of a Jiazi at most. If you calculate it this way, in four years, he will be the second master in the world.
Let’s take off!
No, if Li had used the magical elixir during these days: the Yuan-Building Pill, and the strangely named body refining technique, it might not have taken four years at all.
So success is so simple?
At this moment, Duanlang finally understood the true meaning of life, which is three words: hug your thighs!
No matter what kind of person you are, or even just a simple waste, as long as there is a big boss to lead you, the pig can take off.
Of course, this pig has to work hard, otherwise it won't be able to keep up with the big guys.
"Master Steward, are you awake?" Douya ran over to greet him respectfully.
Duan Lang nodded, this guy was indeed the confidant of his predecessor, whenever he went out, he would appear in front of him immediately and treat him with respect.
"Can the cock be eaten?"
Douya was stunned and hesitated: "Sir, I have raised this chicken for two and a half years, and it crows on time every day..."
"Chickens are good to men, understand?" Duan Lang said in a deep voice.
Bean sprouts seem to understand but not understand.
You chicken, is he serious?
"Okay, I'm going to call my wife to light the fire and boil the water." As he said that, Douya walked out, deliberately turning and passing by the chicken coop, looking in other directions, and then stretched out his hand to grab the wings of the rooster that took off in a hurry. .
"Kekeke, brother!"
Suddenly the entire yard was filled with the screams and cries of roosters.
For breakfast, the little yellow cat drank delicious chicken soup and ate chicken, which was very satisfying.
If you can drink chicken soup today, won’t you be able to eat dragon meat tomorrow? Shit shoveler, keep up the good work!
"Douya, what does that man named Yu Yue do in the village? Why do the villagers listen to him?" Duan Lang asked casually while eating the remaining chicken butt.
Dou Ya drank chicken soup and explained: "That man is the swordsmith in the village, his craftsmanship is quite good, some of the weapons in our world were made by him.
The key is that this manpower is huge, and even the previous steward is no match. In addition, he likes to hoe the strong, help the weak, and uphold justice. He and the previous steward set the lowest tax payment amount for Yujia Village.
So the villagers believed in him.
But you are still awesome, Mr. Steward. You took a punch from him and nothing happened. You even pretended to vomit blood and wanted to kill him in one fell swoop. "
The waves are silent.
"Send a brother to keep an eye on him from behind. Don't let him escape. After half a year, I will let him know what the rules are!"
"Yes!" Douya was very excited.
Why did he join Tianxiahui? Isn’t it just to be a master?
When his subordinates walked away, Duanlang made plans secretly.
With physical training, hard training, and taking medicine, he should have more than half a century of strength by then.
In this case, if I fight Na Yu Yue again, although I am stronger internally than him, I am younger than him and lack experience in the world, so this can be regarded as a fair fight.
When the time comes, he will let Na Yu Yue know what the best sword in the world is!
After defeating him, he won't kill anyone, so he might as well let his pretty daughter come over and serve Le Ye.
The little yellow cat's eyes lit up.
Turning back, Duan Lang looked at the century-old ginseng that suddenly appeared on the bed and fell into deep thought.
Can ginseng grow on this bed?
…
(End of chapter)
