The New Year Day of the New Year is called New Year's Day, and it is commonly known as the New Year. The first year of the year, this is the first of these.

Since Man Jianghong and his party, Zhao Mao has not taken the initiative to stir up trouble. Although his ideal is to regain the throne, he does not want to break the comfortable and stable social environment of Hangzhou as soon as he comes.

The scale of the Tian Yuan Army has not expanded, but the training method of the iron cloth shirt has been introduced into the army.

Since the number of troops cannot be expanded, then an elite army will be trained.

During the Spring Festival, Zhao Mao gathered everyone in the palace to eat together, except for Hua Kui and Fu Bo, who swept the floor, everyone drank a few glasses of Tusu wine.

The title of Fu Bo is entirely because when Zhou Fan was recruiting people in the palace, he casually reported the name of Zhou Tai Fook.

After three rounds of drinking, Zhao Mao was also interested, so he went to the door with Hua Kui to set off firecrackers.

The two opened the gate of the palace, but saw a ragged man named Hanako fainting on the ground.

When you think of a happy day, it is good to do more good deeds. Even if it is called Huazi, it is also the people of the Great Song Dynasty, and Zhao Mao is not dirty, so he carries it into the palace.

He was ordered to be dressed up, dressed in new clothes, and given some food.

This is called Huazi is the abolition of martial arts Zhiwen, all the way by begging, it took two months from Songshan, Henan, to Hangzhou.

It's just that because there is really nowhere to go, except for Shaolin, who has grown up since childhood, who will be willing to take him in.

Zhiwen slowly opened his eyes, his nose twitched, and his first reaction was, it was so fragrant.

Turning his head slightly, he saw a few butterflies steaming food on the table, full of color, flavor and flavor.

I was really hungry all the way, and I didn't know where I got the strength, so I staggered to the table, grabbed the food with my hands and kept stuffing it into my mouth, and I didn't chew much, most of it was sleepy and swallowed.

It wasn't until his belly was bulging and he couldn't hold it anymore that he breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the chair.

"I'm full. ”

Zhiwen was startled when he heard this, turned his head to look, and found that Zhao Mao was sitting on a chair by the window, looking at him with a complicated expression.

Zhiwen immediately knelt on the ground, bowed his head and said uneasily: "Your Highness." ”

Zhao Mao said softly: "This king already knows that your martial arts have been lost, and now your body is not even as good as an ordinary person."

You can stay in the palace in the future and be a housekeeper, after all, you are doing things for this king to end up like this.

Alas. ”

Zhao Mao patted Zhiwen on the shoulder, sighed, and left the room.

The sunset that is about to go down is like a soft gaze watching the whole city of Hangzhou.

In the corner of a courtyard in the palace, Zhiwen was burning yellow paper by the wall, and there were stacks of vegetarian dishes and a cup of tea in front of the fire.

Zhou Fan, who goes by the pseudonym Fu Bo, is sweeping the snow in another corner of the courtyard.

Zhiwen burned the yellow paper and muttered, "Master, no one should bully you in Elysium now."

Zhiwen is not in love with vanity.

Since I was a child, I have seen you being called by the monks in the temple to drink, carrying firewood and dung every day, which is very hard.

I just don't want to be like that in the future.

For more than ten years, he practiced Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer, in order to enter the Luohan Hall to become a warrior monk.

It's all because I'm too talented and can't be a person in Shaolin. I decided to go to the six doors to be a little yellow-level chaser and catch the wind.

Who knows that under the strength, he is still not welcomed, and he does some miscellaneous patrol work.

After meeting Queen Kang, Zhiwen didn't even want to be cheeky, as long as he could get ahead, he was willing to be a dog.

I hate Huirong, hate Qingqian, hate Shaolin, hate the whole Buddhism, if one day the strength is enough, I will definitely wash Shaolin in blood and destroy the Buddha.

But now that I have lost all my martial arts and become a wasted person, I have no value at all, so how can I talk about revenge.

Could this be the fate that the Buddha said, this is the fate of my Zhiwen?

But I don't want to accept my fate. ”

Zhou Fan, who was sweeping the floor, heard Zhiwen's words, and felt a little touched in his heart. The same is true of his previous life, before the age of 30, he did nothing, he was not admitted to high school, he was owed wages for working on the construction site, he was abused by the guests as a waiter, and there was basically not much left of his salary except for paying rent.

The savings that I had saved for a few years were borrowed by a very good friend in the name of investment, but the person got to gamble and ended up losing all his money.

I always want to get ahead, but I am still mediocre. Until he was thirty years old, the word "demolition" was written on the wall of his hometown.

There is no fairness in this world, and chance is also very important.

After thinking about it, he put the broom on the ground, and the soft broom made an earth-shattering sound when it came into contact with the ground.

The ground and the broom were undamaged, and powerful sound waves reached the edge of the courtyard, where they were wiped out by a thin layer of vacuum.

Zhiwen was suddenly startled, instinctively turned his head, and instantly lost his mind in Zhou Fan's eyes.

The power meridian diagram had been passed on to Zhao Mao.

Although the complete velocity meridian diagram has never been transmitted, the fragmented version of Hua Sunflower is also similar to it.

Zhou Fan passed the last endurance meridian map into Zhiwen's mind.

This diagram can enhance people's defense and staying power, which is several notches higher than the iron cloth shirt.

After the exercise was transmitted, he used his spiritual power to guide it to run Zhou Tian, and then slightly modified Zhiwen's memory, and Zhou Fan dragged the broom slowly to another courtyard to continue sweeping the floor.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhiwen came to his senses. The tiger's eyes were full of tears, his eyes were full of surprise, and he kowtowed desperately to the fire: "Thank you for the master's merit, Zhiwen will obey the master's instructions and treat Shaolin well." ”

In Zhiwen's memory, he was talking to his master just now. Suddenly, there was a loud bang in heaven and earth, and the master was wearing a robe, coiled on the golden lotus, and made a flower in his hand, falling from the sky with a golden light, floating in front of him.

With a loving face, he said: "Zhiwen, don't be discouraged, this is the master's Buddhahood calamity, and it is also your calamity."

Now that the calamity has passed, the teacher has achieved positive results.

You are a teacher and disciple, and now you will pass on the supreme practice of your Buddhism: Vajra is not bad.

There is cause and effect between the teacher and Shaolin, and you need to treat Shaolin well in the future to repay this cause and effect for the teacher. ”

With that, he pointed at himself, and a golden light shot at his eyebrows.

I lost my mind in an instant, and when I woke up, I found that the golden light had dissipated, and the master was gone.

After kowtowing, Zhiwen got up and found that he already had a trace of internal force in his body, and hurriedly followed the exercises in his mind to run the internal force.

In just one week, I obviously felt that my body was greatly strengthened, and my skin pores were tightened.

I decided in my heart that I would be a housekeeper in the palace for a while, and when my strength recovered to a certain level, I would inform His Highness.

In the future, he will definitely be reused by His Royal Highness and become a master of the world.

After all, Zhou Fan has been in Shaolin for more than 30 years and has learned so much knowledge from Buddhist scriptures.

It's not good to let Zhiwen go to the Buddha for trouble after he has the strength.

Although Zhou Fan has been a monk for so many years, he doesn't like monks to be productive and supported by believers.

I just want to read a few more books and be a down-to-earth seeker of knowledge.