Wang Huan didn't know how he felt now.
Staring at the calm Zhao Chan blankly, this kid beheaded a demon as if it were natural for him to kill a chicken.
He still carries the Green Snake Sword on his back. The leather used to make the scabbard is not new, it is yellowish brown and a bit shabby.
A peach branch is inserted diagonally around the waist, and the buds have sprouted. In this season of autumn wind and rain, which makes people sad, your eyes are involuntarily attracted to it, and you will immediately feel a hint of spring.
Wang Huan found it unbelievable.
He smiled and said: "Little toad, are you sure you killed a demon and not a monster?
Demons activate spiritual intelligence, while monsters are just more powerful beasts. You have to distinguish them. "
The implication is that monsters are easy to deal with, but monsters are different. It is understandable that you went to Erniu Mountain alone and killed the monster with the green snake sword.
Kill monsters?
Not to mention him, the group of demon slayers from the Yang County Demon Slaying Division who were used to seeing things like this couldn't believe that a young man who picked paint in the mountains had joined the Demon Slaying Division and killed a demon that same day.
What's this called?
Not inferior to the peerless genius from a small place!
You should use the vast amount of natural resources and top-notch training secrets to cultivate them at all costs!
Zhao Chan was still so calm and calm: "It is indeed a monster, but in my memory, Erniu Mountain has never been haunted by monsters."
He didn't think that beheading the demon was a very powerful thing. He only felt the joy and lingering fear after escaping from death.
Wang Huan coughed and stared at Zhao Chan's expression, hoping to see the embarrassment after lying.
No.
Zhao Chan spoke very seriously.
Not lying.
He was describing something that had happened.
"I will tell you the story in detail."
Zhao Chan left out the wolves and only talked about the tiger monster.
He even deliberately downplayed the strength of the tiger demon.
Even if it swallows a group of merchants alive, it is only superficial. It is pitifully weak under the sword of the green snake.
Although it was a demon, it didn't live up to its name. Even a boy like him couldn't defeat it, so he finally found an opportunity to split it in half.
"In the eyes of the tiger demon, do you see emotions that only humans can have?" Wang Huan gradually believed that Zhao Chan had indeed killed a demon with his own hands.
Without him, I just rely on the Green Snake Sword. This sword has been blessed by an expert from the Demon Slaying Department of Yang County, and it can easily kill demons.
Zhao Chan nodded solemnly and replied: "I saw it, it was fear and panic."
Before the tiger demon died, he showed fear and panic.
When fighting Zhao Chan in close quarters, they were all angry and sarcastic.
"That's right." Wang Huan motioned him to sit down and explained: "This big cat is a very weak demon. You have the Green Snake Sword, and you can kill it if you deal with it properly. Of course, if ordinary people encounter such a big cat, I’m already so frightened that I can’t talk about slaying demons? Little toad, you didn’t disappoint me! You’re a good piece of material!”
"Brother Wang, the body of the tiger demon is still in Erniu Mountain."
"Don't worry, I'll deal with it when Shaohua and the others come back,"
The tiger demon is a treasure. He is going to take the body back to the Demon Slaying Division, make soup with tiger bones and tendons to replenish Zhao Chan's body, and then send the tiger skin to the tailor shop to sew a piece for the little toad to protect him from the cold. winter coat.
Zhao Chan stood up and said, "The Demon Slayer Department has nothing else to do, so I went back. I made an appointment with the coffin shop to pay in the evening, so I was delayed because of this..."
Wang Huan waved his hand.
"Brother Wang, please rest early."
"etc."
"Brother Wang has any orders?"
Wang Huan smiled and said: "Young man, you should talk more. You used to talk too little."
Zhao Chan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Maybe he became cheerful after joining the Demon Slayer Division."
…
As his paint picking skills got better and better, Lao Liu asked him to hide his clumsiness from other paint pickers in Youju Town.
Zhao Chan was confused and asked why.
Lao Liu explained that the word "human heart" is the most terrifying. One of your children is better at picking paint than them. You can put yourself in their shoes. Will they be jealous of you? Will they take away the paint you worked so hard to collect when you are not prepared? Only when you are weak and pitiful in front of them can you inspire their compassion and sympathy for you. It is a good thing to hide your clumsiness. There is a saying in Confucianism that a gentleman hides his weapons in his body and waits for the time to move. When nothing happens, think about it carefully.
Therefore, Zhao Chan was clumsy towards Wang Huan.
However, he knew that he had left out the story about the wolves. When Wang Huan went to Erniu Mountain and saw the wolf carcasses, he would be exposed. He could only finish what he was doing and go back to Erniu Mountain to dispose of the wolf carcasses.
There really isn't enough time.
While jogging, in front of Nongsui Alley, Zhao Chan noticed a stranger hiding in the shadows of Caiyan Street and observing him.
Perhaps the foreigner thought he would not be exposed, but his eyes were fixed on Zhao Chan, which made Zhao Chan feel like a light on his back.
Foreigners have murderous intentions!
Unlock the door and leave the door open.
He ran into the house, pushed open the suitcase, lifted up the bricks covering the suitcase, pried the bricks open, and picked up a cloth bag full of copper coins from underneath.
After restoring the bricks and suitcases to their original state, Zhao Chan locked the door, avoided the stranger and ran to the coffin shop at the other end of the alley.
The coffin floor was lit with candles the size of mung beans.
The apprentice propped up his chin and yawned sleepily.
Hearing the footsteps, the apprentice opened his eyes and looked out the door expectantly.
Zhao Chan ran in.
"Brother Zhao, you're finally here!!" The apprentice didn't give him a good look, "We promised to send the money in the evening, but it's already midnight!"
Zhao Chan followed Yang Yun's example and apologized repeatedly: "It was me who delayed things and made me wait until now."
He held two pennies in his hand and gave it to his apprentice: "I apologize to you."
After receiving the money, the apprentice immediately smiled and hugged him: "You're so polite, you're so polite. You and I don't need to be so polite when we see each other with our heads down."
"I'm so sorry."
"Did Brother Zhao bring any money?"
"Take it, take it."
"My shopkeeper has gone back to rest, I will charge it to your account. Yes, when will the coffin be delivered to your home?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"Okay, you open the door earlier."
After buying the coffin, Zhao Chan breathed a sigh of relief again.
The place where Lao Liu sleeps is finally found.
He could wrap the remains in a straw mat and bury them hastily, but he couldn't pass the test in his heart.
Lao Liu taught him how to pick paint, teach him how to strengthen his body, and teach him the principles of life. He was his mentor, and he could not deal with Lao Liu's death casually.
Zhao Chan is very vengeful, and he will retaliate even when he is angry, but he will also repay kindness.
For example, that group of businessmen teased Sister Wan'er at Xizhao Inn. Since he had eaten Sister Wan'er's meal, he did not hesitate to offend them and return the favor of Sister Wan'er.
The little people have the cunning of the little people, but they also have the perseverance of the little people.
Paid for the coffin.
Completely destitute.
Zhao Chan didn't care, money was something external to the body and would not be taken with him until he died. He was more concerned about what he gained.
Yang Yun lives in Zhacao Lane next to Nongsui Lane.
He knew Brother Yang's house.
On Caiyan Street, I took a look at the corner where foreigners were hiding, and then took a long detour to Zhacao Lane.
The alley is so dark.
Stopping in front of Yang Yun's house, Zhao Chan vaguely heard the sound of Brother Yang reading.
Knock lightly on the door.
Yang Yun was so focused on his reading that he never heard it.
Zhao Chan retracted his hand and waited silently. When Brother Yang finished reading, he knocked on the door again.
At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps and a few crunches came from the yard. Yang Yun stood inside the door, bowed his hands and said, "Oh, dear brother, you have been waiting for a long time, right? Please come in quickly. I am really ashamed of my brother for neglecting my dear brother."
Zhao Chan replied solemnly: "Brother Yang is serious. It's obvious that I missed the time."
"It doesn't matter, the night is long, you and I can spend the whole night discussing knowledge."
After returning the gift, Zhao Chan entered the courtyard.
Yang Yun cut the wick to make the candle brighter.
Zhao Chan stared at the candlelight for a while, as if it burned through the night.
After carefully putting away the books, Yang Yun sat next to him, exchanged a few words, and then started talking about calligraphy.
Zhao Chan listened extremely carefully, not letting go of anything Yang Yun said. If he encountered something he didn't understand, he would wait until Yang Yun finished speaking before asking questions.
The two were polite and had a very lively conversation.
When Yang Yun explained the wonderful point, he danced excitedly, held the candle in his hand and spread out the poor paper, soaked the brush with ink, and demonstrated it to Zhao Chan stroke by stroke.
Until the rooster crows in the ugly hour.
Yang Yuncai smiled and said with unfinished meaning: "The art of pen and ink is vast and profound. It cannot be mastered overnight. You have to work hard and persevere for several years before you can achieve some success. My dear brother, this year should be Fourteen years old, right?”
"right."
"It's a little late to learn calligraphy at the age of fourteen, but my dear brother is as handsome as a talented person. As long as he persists in learning calligraphy, he will become famous one day! My dear brother, please be aware that you are a late bloomer!"
Yang Yun seemed to be afraid that Zhao Chan would be discouraged by the way of pen and ink, so he held his hand and said sincerely: "In ancient times, when sages were studying, they were not afraid of hardships and dangers. They only wanted to acquire true knowledge. All hardships were welcomed. The way of sages. Although it is far away, the sages' tireless study and diligence during their studies are treasures that scholars of our generation should keep in mind."
"My dear brother, I know that my family is poor. These papers and pens are my gift to you."
Yang Yun's own family was also poor, so how could Zhao Chan accept it?
Refusing again and again.
How could Yang Yun, a weak scholar with no strength in his hands, stop Zhao Chan, a young man in the middle-grade body-forging realm?
He pulled away, ran to the door, bowed deeply to Yang Yun, closed the door for him, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.
Yang Yun stamped his feet and sighed. On the one hand, he was proud of Zhao Chan's behavior of "a gentleman does not eat what he grumbles for." On the other hand, he lamented that the young man, who was extremely talented in the art of pen and ink, felt unfair because his family was poor and could not concentrate on practicing calligraphy and reading. .
He clearly knew that Zhao Chan was listening to the explanation of the art of pen and ink from the shallower to the deeper just now, and the puzzles he raised were also on point. Only those with extremely high talents would not be able to detect it!
In fact, the teacher at the private school had already taught calligraphy practice. Zhao Chan was busy picking lacquer to make money to support himself, but he missed the opportunity.
Yang Yun returned to the room and looked down at the words he wrote.
This paragraph of text was used by Zhao Chan to dismantle the font. The calligraphy is strict and relaxed. If the inspector in charge of the scientific examination saw it, he would be shocked.
He murmured and recited: "Therefore, when Heaven is about to entrust a person with a great responsibility, he must first strain his mind, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, deplete his body, and mess up his actions. Therefore, if his mind and forbearance are moved, he will be benefited. cannot."
"Wonderful brother, I rely on this passage to keep myself from losing my temper and focus on the sage's book!"
"This paragraph is also given to you."
…
Qiu Gao smeared and broke into Zhao Chan's house.
Draw your saber.
Walking quietly into the house.
I could vaguely see the bedside.
Immediately swing the knife and cut.
Unfortunately, it was empty and there was no one on the bed.
Qiu Gao was surprised and touched the bed. There was no warmth at all, which proved that the owner of the house had not come back to sleep tonight.
"It's strange, I clearly saw him coming home."
"Is it possible that I have to leave empty-handed?"
"No, no, after receiving a deposit of four taels from others, we must complete the task with quality and quantity."
"Besides, there are still six taels of silver that haven't been given to me. I will definitely get the ten-year-old asparagus from the medical shop!"
"With it, we can probably take another step toward mid-level body forging."
"I really want to make progress!"
As if he was crazy, he walked around Zhao Chan's house and chopped down all the places where people could hide.
Especially the suitcase where the clothes were stored was chopped to pieces and the clothes were scattered all over the floor. The book "Qiong Lin" copied by the private school teacher was lucky not to be stabbed.
It is true that Zhao Chan did not come back.
Qiu Gao gasped and made up his mind to stay here.
He didn't believe it.
How can a young man without a father or a mother return home?
After finding a piece of food, Qiu Gao immediately ate it to his heart's content under the light of the stars and moon.
Bai Yuqing and Bai Youjun stood on the roof, watching Qiu Gao misbehaving in Zhao Chan's house from a distance.
Bai Youjun puffed up his face angrily: "Sister! That bastard ate the food I bought for Mr. Lang!"
"Why don't we just buy another one?"
"No, sister, every meal represents my feelings! That bastard ruined my feelings for my husband!"
Bai Yuqing laughed at her nonsense.
"Sister, sister! You make the decision for me!"
"Don't worry, your husband will make the decision for you."
Bai Yuqing glanced to the other side, where A Ping was also standing on the roof, also paying attention to Qiu Gao's every move.
The sword marks on his forehead looked slightly ferocious in the moonlight.
A Ping looks ordinary, but in fact she has attractive features. If she falls in love with a woman, she will definitely become a master of flowers.
"You're injured." Bai Yuqing raised her eyebrows in a heroic manner.
She is a very beautiful fairy, but she has a heroic spirit that is not inferior to that of a woman.
Bai Youjun, on the other hand, is playful and graceful, with a slight pout on her cherry mouth, which immediately makes people feel distressed, and they want to make her happy quickly.
The two sisters stand together, each with their own merits. However, Bai Yuqing in a white dress is more eye-catching than Bai Youjun.
"Beheaded an old dragon and got a little injured." A Ping said threateningly.
Bai Yuqing chuckled: "It turns out that you killed the old dragon deep in the mountain. The Wangqing River is closest to here, so it must be the dragon tribe there."
"Um."
"Oh, the Wangqingchuan Jiao Clan are all a bunch of losers who can't stand up to the challenge. You were injured just to kill an old loser. You are only a little better than a loser, but in my opinion, there is no difference between you and a loser."
"Monster! You are so presumptuous!" A Ping was angry.
Bai Yuqing said mockingly: "I can't stand even a few gossips. The disciples of Xuanwei Religion are really not good at it. No wonder there are so many scandals within the sect."
A Ping calmed down.
It's not that he can't stand gossip, because Bai Yuqing and Bai Youjun blatantly entered Youju Town, basically challenging his bottom line.
"You sisters are loved by heaven and earth, just like other people, why not..."
"Do you think you are God? Do you care?" This time it was not Bai Yuqing, but Bai Youjun who made the sarcastic comment.
Just as A Ping was about to fight back, Zhao Chan walked into Nong Sui Alley.
It's already dark, it's getting dark.
The boy walked very slowly.
