Zhang Ben had a dream that he was cut off by an iron-faced wolf, and his blood was raging, and he was in great pain.

"Ahh

Suddenly I screamed, sat up, and found that I was still sitting in the bathtub, and the water in the bathtub had a little serum-like color, which seemed a little cloudy.

"Dreams."

Rubbing his hands on his face, he had the fountain of life for two months, and he basically rarely slept, let alone dreamed, but he didn't expect to have a nightmare.

"It's really effective."

Zhang Ben looked at the blood grooves on his arms, which had already been restored, but there were two dark red marks on them, a bit like being poked by a pen, and the red ink ran into the subcutaneous tissue.

"It seems that the resilience is fine, but there will still be traces."

With such a serious injury, if it were someone else, at least one of his arms would be scrapped, but he didn't expect Zhang Ben to rebel against the sky and have such ability.

After thinking about it, he opened a clean roll of bandages, and then wrapped it around the original wound, and after not being able to see it, he put the water in the bathtub, dried his body, and put on his clothes.

The water in this bathtub, after one night, is completely ineffective, completely indistinguishable from ordinary water, and may be even more turbid.

"I didn't expect that iron-masked wolf to be so powerful. Looks like I'm still a little bit overbearing. ”

Zhang Ben thought about it seriously, and felt incredible, a dignified grandmaster, it is more than enough to open a martial arts hall, is it not willing to be lonely just to want to fight in the ring?

Thinking that there were a lot of masters in the Yao family, he was suddenly in awe of the local wealthy families in Zhonghai, if every family was like the Yao family, there were five or six grandmaster masters at random, it would be a bit terrifying.

In the peaceful years, grandmasters can be met but not obtained.

"The martial arts doctrine of this iron-faced wolf, summed up, there is only one word: kill." Zhang Ben sat cross-legged on the sofa with his eyes closed and was silent, constantly restoring the scene of fighting with the iron-masked wolf in his mind, and suddenly found that the moves used by the iron-masked wolf were not tricky, but they were murderous and extremely powerful.

Every grandmaster, summing up his own martial arts, is his own martial arts doctrine, to put it simply, it is the essence of his own martial arts sect.

Taking Huo Yuanjia, the three heroes of Jinmen, as an example, the creation of the Lost Trace Boxing developed later, and the essence lies in two words: Jingwu.

This has nothing to do with moves, if you insist on getting involved in moves and purposes, then you have to trace the predecessor of Lost Trace Fist, Secret Sect Fist. This is the Han Dynasty army in the fighting techniques, a total of four parts, eight doors and twenty-four techniques, horse combat, foot combat, equipment, hand-to-hand has detailed guidance, but there is only one purpose, to kill the enemy in the most effective way.

This is the difference between the intrinsic essence of martial arts skills, and it has nothing to do with the moves themselves.

However, no matter what era, the majority of the masters who master the martial arts are still the majority, and the purpose of martial arts is gradually increased later, so that there is a new term: martial artist.

It's like Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu ground skills are unmatched, but that's within the rules of the ring, and if you fight against each other, Zhang Ben can kill any Jiu-Jitsu master with one claw in five seconds if he wants to.

This is where the difference between a martial artist and a primitive skill comes in.

Zhang Ben was still thinking about rubbing, but his brows were furrowed, he could no longer hold his breath and concentrate, and cursed: "her mother, what does this smell like!" It's also a woman's house! ”

Pull open the curtains, the house is full of messes, there is a Coke can on your feet, everything behind the sofa, peanut shells, corn cobs, and even dead mice! At a glance, it has not been a day since he died, and his stomach is bulging, and he is actually dying!

"Oh my God, this woman is the best!"

Opening the window, Zhang Bencai felt that his breathing was much easier, and he really couldn't understand how Xia Zhen, a loser, could tolerate his own house.

"Help her clean up."

It was still dark at four o'clock in the morning.

After turning on the lights, Zhang Ben began to clean.

First of all, the large pieces of furniture were moved outside the house, and the things of a few hundred catties were easily moved, and they were handled lightly, and there was no sound.

I found twenty large garbage bags and kept stuffing them into the garbage passage, and the sound of banging came from the passage, which was really devastating.

After working for more than half an hour, he finally threw away all the things that could be thrown away, and then began to clean the floor, because there was still a lot of chewing gum and some black things sticking to the ground, Zhang Ben found a kitchen knife from the kitchen, scraped it slowly, and shoveled it slowly.

It was more than half an hour, and after cleaning it, the sprayer was filled with the fountain of life, and some essence was added, and it sprayed at the four walls and dead corners.

After wiping the furniture on the outside, and then moving it back into the house, at this time, the whole house has been completely renovated except for Xia Zhen's room and bathroom.

"Damn, this spring water is used to clean the house, Lao Tzu is crazy."

Sitting on the sofa with a butt, looking at the time, it was already five forty-five.

This toss actually lasted nearly two hours.

By this time, the sky was already light up, the lights were on, and suddenly there was a roar in the corridor of this apartment building: "Which bastard did this, the dead rat threw it at my door—"

Zhang Ben suddenly felt embarrassed, and he was embarrassed to go out, looked at the time, and asked to see what was in the refrigerator.

"Is this crazy?!"

The refrigerator is full of eggs......

The freezer is full of ham......

The kitchen cupboard is even more awesome, instant noodles, puffs, biscuits, stuffed full.

Zhang Ben understood at this time that this girl must have eaten all the things, and then went to buy them and stuff them all, without considering whether it is expired or not, whether it has deteriorated or not.

It's still alive and kicking, like a cow with mad cow disease!

For fear that the ham would deteriorate, Zhang Ben also sniffed it, and after thawing, he fried it a little on a non-stick pan that was finally brushed clean, and he was afraid that the cooking oil would expire.

After beating six fried eggs, almost a pound of instant noodles was cooked, a little hot, and put it on the coffee table, and then ran to the bathroom, ready to clean up his dirty clothes, and then suddenly found that the washing machine was full of bras and panties......

Poured half a bag of laundry detergent, finally, this girl still knows to put laundry detergent next to her, the washing machine began to snort, and Zhang Ben cleaned up the bathroom by the way. The bathroom next to it was even more slender, and the sanitary napkin was thrown in front of the vanity mirror like this, and a large bag was opened, which was scattered piece by piece.

Pushing open the door of the bathroom balcony, I hung up all the cleaned and dehydrated panties and bras, which was very spectacular, counting, twenty-five pairs of panties, thirty-two bras.

One bra a day, the number of panties is not the same......

This must have not changed her panties in a few days! He put away his clothes and folded them, and when he walked out the door, he happened to meet Xia Zhenzhen, who was wearing a shirt on his upper body and a pair of zebra-striped briefs on his lower body, barefoot, holding the bowl of instant noodles with half of the ham and three fried eggs on it, and blowing on the steaming noodle soup with his small mouth.

The two glanced at each other, Xia Zhen rushed into his room with lightning speed, and then slammed the door shut, clicking, only to hear the door locked inside.

"You're so shameless! Fuck you—"

"her, her!"

Xia Zhen's voice came from inside, and this answer made Zhang Ben almost vomit blood in anger.

He thought that he was doing a righteous act, but if you think about it, this is actually a crime!

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