Mr. Qin had no relatives in Wutang Village, and a few drunkards who loved to listen to his stories scraped together some copper plates, bought a coffin that could be slapped apart with a slap, and buried him in a random place in the mountains, which can be regarded as humane. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info The three young masters of the Wang family failed to pass the exam, and Wang Yuan didn't have the heart to rebuild the Guanyin Temple. Zhao Jiu had nowhere to go, so he could only go back to the Fugui Tavern and live in the firewood room with Huahua. There must be some good things to ask him what happened that night, Zhao Jiuyi didn't know, and everyone had to give up.

Mr. Qin was deserted in the Fugui Tavern for a few days, and then the drinkers slowly gathered back, and laughed when they talked about Zhang's family, the Li family. In less than three months, no one remembers Mr. Qin.

Zhao Jiu remembered Mr. Qin's words and never mentioned the incident of that night to anyone. On the first full moon night after Mr. Qin left, he knocked a wooden board down from the firewood room, so that the moonlight just shone in, and many patterns and words appeared on his chest as Mr. Qin said, and there were several people, sitting, standing, lying, squatting, and so on. Mr. Qin didn't tell Zhao Jiu what this martial art was called, nor did he tell him how to practice it, and Zhao Jiu didn't dare to ask others when he remembered Mr. Qin's words, so he could only figure it out to himself. Zhao Jiu thought about it for most of the night and didn't come up with anything, only to see that the moonlight was dimmed, and the painting on his chest was also darkened, only the person sitting could still see clearly, he hurriedly wrote down the person's sitting posture, and that night he learned from the person according to the gourd painting scoop to sit up.

On the second full moon night, the painting appeared again, and Zhao Jiu recorded the posture of the person who was standing, and on the third full moon night, he recorded the posture of the lying person. After half a year, Zhao Jiu wrote down the postures of all the villains on his chest, and he didn't recognize the remaining words.

In the dead of night, Zhao Jiu meditated and squatted in the firewood room, sometimes sitting cross-legged, but when he woke up, he found himself lying down. Zhao Jiu has been cultivating like this for a year, and he doesn't see any magic skills, but his body has grown a lot taller.

On Mr. Qin's memorial day, Zhao Jiu went to the mountains to burn some incense, candles, and paper money for Mr. Qin, and he held back a lot of words in his heart and had nowhere to ask, so he silently returned to the tavern.

On another full moon night, Zhao Jiu looked at the villain on his chest in a daze. The moon rose to the middle of the sky, Zhao Jiu sighed, planning to put the board up to sleep, the corner of his eye glanced at his chest, and he felt that the villain seemed to be a little different from before. He wasn't sure, and looked down at his chest again, only to see that some lines seemed to flow on the sitting figure. Zhao Jiu was surprised in his heart, and his body couldn't help but move, who knew that the line was gone! Zhao Jiu did not give up, and turned his body repeatedly against the moonlight, until when he turned his body to the moon, flowing lines appeared on the villain's body again.

Could it be that is the meridian that Mr. Qin said?

With years of experience in listening to stories, Zhao Jiufu went to his heart, and quickly learned from the villain to sit cross-legged, counted the lines on the villain's body one by one, and noted the direction in which they flowed. He didn't know what internal force was and what was true qi, he saw that there was a dot on the villain's abdomen, and remembered what Mr. said about the Qi Shen Dantian, so he pretended that there was a ball of qi in his abdomen, and pretended that the ball of qi flowed with the "meridians" of the whole body. If you continue to pretend like this, before you know it, it will be dawn.

Since then, every full moon night, Zhao Jiu has tossed and turned to the moon in the sky, and he was stunned to engrave the villain on his chest and the "meridians" on their bodies on his head according to the gourd painting scoop. After another year, Zhao Jiu still hasn't practiced peerless martial arts. He remembered Mr. Qin's words, this martial art has been passed down for a hundred years, but there are only two people who have practiced it, he is so stupid, naturally it is impossible to practice it so quickly. If he really got it done, it would be really **** luck.

Wang Yaoting, the eldest young master of the Wang family, married a wife and had children a few years ago, and in the past two years, he has gradually run into the tavern, but Wang Yuanwai does not come much. Young Master Wang didn't drink well, so in Zhu Fugui's words, he poured two cups. However, Young Master Wang didn't make a fuss after he was drunk, he just dragged Zhao Jiu and said to him, "Do you know how many things the moon has?" ”

"I don't know—"

"Come, I'll tell you!" Young Master Wang took a chopstick, dipped it in wine and gestured on the table: "The moon is the moon, but there are as many as thirty ways to call it!" You see, the jade hook, the jade bow, the jade wheel, the jade plate, and the jade rabbit all talk about the moon, but the first four talk about the shape of the moon, and the jade rabbit is a metaphor for a story! Do you know that the jade rabbit is also called Yu Su? ”

"Master Huiwang, I don't know!"

Under the earnest teaching of Young Master Wang, Zhao Jiu actually knew a few words sporadically, and he could compare his own name, but it was not enough to understand the skin on his chest.

The days have passed for a long time, Zhao Jiu is already fourteen years old, Zhu Jinbao still hasn't come back, and Zhu's body is getting more and more inappropriate, and even the king's sideburns have gray hair. Zhao Jiu's magic skills are still unsuccessful, but it is getting easier and easier to draw water. Last year at this time, it took him two hands to get water out of the well, and now he has one hand. He remembered the posture of those villains, and he could compare them without looking at the picture, and his figure also sprung up, and the brush was a head higher than the vermilion peel. Zhao Jiu firmly believed that this must be the credit of that peerless martial art.

Zhao Jiu still slept in the firewood room, and Huahua slept outside the firewood room, and every rainy night Zhao Jiu moved Huahua's kennel to the firewood room. When no one is around, Zhao Jiu talks to Huahua, and learns from Mr. Qin to tell the stories of those heroes and heroes, Huahua is happy to hear it and "Wang" echoes, Zhao Jiu hurriedly covered Huahua's mouth and whispered: "Don't be too loud, the master will curse when he hears it!" ”

It is said that the eighteenth year of the female college has changed, and the appearance and size of the lotus flower have changed a lot from when she first arrived in Wutang Village, her eyes have become more watery, her breasts have become undulating, and her waist has become thinner - in general, just like the lotus flowers in the pond, she has become more beautiful. Zhu Fugui often looked at the lotus flowers in a daze, and Zhao Jiu knew the things in his eyes—that was called "greed"—what Young Master Wang taught, just like the eyes of Master Zhu looking at the pile of money.

Zhu's house was full of medicinal smells, and Zhu Fugui didn't like it very much, so he deliberately moved down to the attic and lived next to the lotus.

Zhao Jiu pretended that there was a true qi flowing along the meridians in his body for thousands of days, and one night he really felt a mass of heat half a palm's size in his abdomen, but as soon as he woke up, the heat dispersed, and then no matter how much he tried, he couldn't condense it, Zhao Jiu was annoyed.

On this day and night, Zhao Jiu slept in a daze, and suddenly heard some noise outside, as if someone was shouting for help, he woke up suddenly, and rushed out before he had time to put on his clothes.

"Who?" Zhao Jiu rushed to the courtyard, the voice suddenly disappeared, he touched his head suspiciously, maybe he went crazy. Zhao Jiu laughed at himself twice, turned around and planned to go back to his firewood room to continue sleeping, but he heard a cry of pain from the lotus room!

"Help-woo-"

That's right, that sound came from the lotus house!