In the coma, he seemed to see countless jackals, tigers and leopards biting his body, and his whole body was in severe pain, but he couldn't scream. There was another heart-piercing pain in his heart www.biquge.info Pen Fun Pavilion, which made him very sad, it was the pain of being betrayed by his best brother, and this mental torture made him have a splitting headache.

I vaguely heard someone say, "If the fever is gone, maybe you won't be able to die." ”

Zhang Wuji struggled to open his eyes, first saw a dim oil lamp, and found that he was sleeping in a simple room, with a middle-aged man standing in front of him.

Zhang Wuji asked, "Big ...... Uncle, where am I? How...... He said a few words, only to feel an unbearable pain all over his body, and fainted again.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Wuji woke up again, the oil lamp had been extinguished, and the room was dark, cold and abnormal, like an ice cave. For the cold, Zhang Wuji has a deeper understanding than ordinary people, and has also undergone too many tests, so he just subconsciously pulled the thin layer of quilt on his body up, and there was no superfluous action.

In the dark, Zhang Wuji's eyes were in a daze, looking at the roof in a daze, his face was unpredictable, if this was daytime, he might be able to see the effect of Sichuan Opera changing his face.

He thought of his father, his godfather, his master, Xu Da Xu's eldest brother, Butterfly Valley doctor Hu Qingniu and his wife, etc., and there were many, many people and things, from the time of his memory to the present, the bits and pieces have passed in his heart again.

He wanted to determine who he was, and he kept thinking that after separating himself from his unrepentant sister, he lost his way in Kunlun Mountain, was chased and bitten by a vicious dog, and passed out in a coma, he should be Zhang Wuji, his father is Zhang Cuishan, the five heroes of the Wudang faction, his mother is Yin Susu, the princess of the Eagle Sect, his godfather is Xie Xun, the golden lion king, and the master is Zhang Sanfeng, the ancestor of the Wudang faction.

Zhang Sanfeng, not only the ancestor of the Wudang faction, but also the originator of the Chinese internal family boxing, his original Tai Chi has become one of the three major types of Chinese internal boxing, and its influence has radiated to all over the world.

What is this, why do you know this, Zhang Wuji is a little skeptical that he is crazy, he is obviously Zhang Wuji, Zhang Wuxia's child, but there is still a memory called Zhang Gong in his mind, from childhood to adulthood, it is real, especially when he was betrayed by his sworn brother, the grief and disappointment at the time of death made Zhang Wuji empathize, as if he was Zhang Gong, which reminded him of the scene when his mother committed suicide with him.

Zhang Gong, born in the 80s of the 20th century, was born in an ordinary farmer's family in Weijiayu Township, Jungger Banner, Ordos City, Inner Mongolia Autonomous Region, China.

Compared with Ordos more than 20 years later, the current Yikezhao League is poor and backward, and its economic strength is always at the bottom of the autonomous region, but fortunately, the number of people here is directly proportional to his poverty. Although it is located on the Loess Plateau, the land is barren, and it depends on the sky for food, but this loess still has its magical power, as long as you sow seeds, even if the yield is very low, there is no problem in feeding the people on this land, so this is a place where there is material scarcity but not hunger.

Zhang Gong is an energetic and intelligent child, since he can run, he has been running around like crazy, never going home until he eats, the low sand dunes and sparse willow forests in the countryside are his activity venues.

Zhang Gong's parents are farmers who rely on the sky to eat on the yellow earth, they don't know a few big characters, they abide by their duties, and live their lives honestly, although Zhang Gong is a little naughty and his brain turns a little faster, but he is still an ordinary child of a peasant family, if there is no accident, he can only live his life step by step in the future, and the probability of becoming a new farmer will exceed 50%.

But the accident happened after all, and this accident happened when Zhang Gong was six years old. From the time Zhang Gong remembered, he knew that there was a crazy old man in the township, and he was too famous, because he was the only crazy man in the township of thousands of people, and he was still from other places, so it was difficult to think of being famous.

The old man did not have a house, and built himself a shack in the sand dunes that was not much stronger than a kennel, and lived in it, living on the relief of the villagers, in fact he came here to beg at first, but later he did not know why he lived like this, and the kind villagers accepted him.

From then on, the mad old man became a weapon for the adults to scare the crying children, and they always said, "If you cry again, I will give you to the crazy old man." When a crying child hears this, he immediately stops crying and his face is full of horror.

The crazy old man is not terrible, what is terrible is that the crazy old man is full of lice, the smell of sweat formed by the chemical weapons formed by not bathing all year round, and his muddy but sharp eyes, which is what children are afraid of.

Zhang Gong has also received such a baptism since he was a child, he has a strong curiosity about this crazy old man like other children, he often observes this crazy old man from a distance with other children, slowly, from far to near, pinching his nose to get close to him, stretching out his finger to point at him and then quickly run away, and then laughing, the old man always looks at them blankly, and does not react.

Zhang Gong's courage grew bigger and bigger, and he dared to sit and chat with the old man alone, because he found that the old man didn't seem to be as smelly as the legend.

One day in the summer when Zhang Gong was six years old, Zhang Gong was once again talking nonsense with the old man because of boredom, and suddenly saw the old man casually pinching his two-finger-thick crutch with his right thumb and index finger and kneading it gently, this is a dry willow strip, I saw the old man pinching his two fingers lightly, and the tree strip turned into powder and scattered on the old man's dry legs.

As soon as Zhang Gong found out, his eyes immediately straightened, staring at the old man's hands, and his young mind remembered the various fairies and heroes in the Journey to the West comic book he saw, although he was still young and had never gone to school, but at least the common sense of life was still there, and he still knew the hardness of the dry willow strips, because he often chopped wood for his mother.

Two fingers thick and withered willow strips, he needed two sharp axes to cut them in two. But in the old man's hands, the willow stick seemed to have weathered, yes, even though Zhang Gong was only six years old at the time, he knew what weathering was.

Zhang Gongfang Buddha lost his soul, his hands unconsciously stretched out, grabbed the willow strip in the old man's hand, and pinched it hard, so hard.