Time is like water, and time is like a shuttle.

Jing Chong's cultivation can be described as a cold day from winter to Sanjiu, and a scorching heat from the summer solstice, but since he began to practice the knife technique, a rusty firewood knife has also been honed by it, and at the same time, the knife does not leave his hand, and it is enshrined as a treasure.

Every day, I still insist on getting up and sweeping the floor on two or five watches, carrying water in the morning, and practicing my fists and feet.

When the sun falls, the knife is wielded, and the shadow dances on the edge of Qingtan, which can really be described as conscientious and disgusting, and there is no way to complain.

With such hard work, not only is his own strength growing rapidly, but even his sturdy body is constantly rising under the increase of the daily years, and he has faintly retreated from his youthfulness and has become a stable "little adult".

The same black cloth linen, still dark skin, although still strong and solid, but compared to the beginning, it is obviously much thinner, but this thinness is the thinness of exercise, not the kind of thinness that comes out of hunger, a pair of eyes flashing like electricity, there is a lot less sharpness in the eyes, more introverted and calm.

The urging of the years still made the former teenager grow up, and unconsciously, he has been in this Blood Knife Village for three years, and now Jing Chong is also fifteen years old.

From the ignorance at the beginning, to the current heart is like stopping water, the changes in his heart and the sharp run-in during this period have all added color to his growth.

Although the complexity of his heart is colorful, but the boredom of life also makes people a little sleepy, so now he is falling on a huge stone and closing his eyes to rest.

Yes, he was indeed a little tired, such a heavy cultivation task every day, even an adult would be painful and unbearable, not to mention that he was still a fifteen-year-old teenager now?

Even if you grow up ahead of your time, you're still a child after all.

This sleep was sweet, but he didn't notice the approaching figure behind him, as the footsteps continued to approach, Leng Buding saw the evil wind in the void, a huge iron rod empowered the power and slapped towards Jing Chong's back, such a merciless blow, such a rapid attack, if it was really slapped on the body, even if it was a piece of pig iron, I am afraid it would be broken by one blow.

But even so, the iron rod behind him still didn't mean to stop at all, it was determined to slap on this solid body.

The whistling wind was endless, and seeing the tip of the stick move, about to rub Jing Chong's body, the original sleeping body suddenly flipped sideways, its speed was as fast as lightning, and it was so unguardable that people could see that the spine behind them was completely wiped with the iron rod and disappeared.

In such a short moment, the ruthless iron rod still fell down without restraint, but when a loud "clang" was heard, the huge stone was split in two from the middle in an instant, and then there was a crisp "click" sound in the air.

The scattered stone fragments splashed down on the clear pool on the side, and suddenly there were small ripples.

"What are you doing?"

After a long time, a big black head was angrily revealed on the side of the broken stone, and after a closer look, it was Jing Chong, who had just "escaped death", at this time, his eyes were round, and he gritted his teeth with anger when he spoke, and one hand was even more unceremoniously pointed at the other party, and there was an urge to step forward and take a few mouths.

"Wow, it's empty again, what did you doing? Lao Tzu's sneak attack can't hurt you in the slightest, is there any reason for this?"

When it comes to horizontal, the master with the stick is more horizontal than anyone else, he is ramming people with an iron rod, but he still has a reasonable reason to say it, such a performance has already made Jing Chong stand up angrily.

"Dead fatty, are you fucking finished? Lao Tzu finally found a sleeping stone, and your uncle smashed it for me again, have you calculated? How many sleeping stones have you broken in the past two years?"

Jing Chong was angry, and a few people rushed to the fat man opposite, looking at the one in front of him, with big shoulders and a round waist, in the past two years, there has been no change at all, but if you have to talk about changes, that is, the strength of the whole body does not know how much it has increased, which can be seen from the performance of the other party smashing a boulder easily.

"Hehe, I can't be blamed for this, who let you sleep and like to find stones? In the past two years, you have lost the battle, and I originally wanted to take advantage of your unpreparedness to win back a game, but I don't want to be dodged by you!"

The fat man Nie Haiyuan smiled very naturally, but what he showed was the kind of faceless and skinless as always.

And after saying this, the anger in Jing Chong's heart was even stronger, "Is there a game like you? If your broken stick is really rammed on your body, how can I have my life? Besides, are you just trying to win back a game?"

Saying that, Jing Chong immediately turned around angrily and pointed to the surroundings of Qingtan with his finger, but saw that those slippery boulders that were originally given by nature and formed after tens of millions of years of "meticulous carving" were all tragically poisoned.

These scenes all witness the bloody life and death tests that Jing Chong has experienced in the past two years.

"But, but I can't be blamed for this, who made me unable to beat you every time? Besides, after nearly thirty sneak attacks, I also understand a truth, that is, although my stick is powerful, it is impossible to really hit you, so every time I attack, I don't show any mercy to my subordinates, this is actually a respect for you!"

I have to say that Nie Haiyuan's fallacies are really a lot, even if they are obviously unreasonable, people can say the truth, so that you have nothing to refute, which is a kind of ability in itself.

But Jing Chong didn't eat this, for such a person, the only way to resolve the conflict was to use force, especially if he chatted like Nie Haiyuan, he had to seal his throat with a punch!

"Respect your uncle, when you hit Lao Tzu, I'll fucking be in place!"

Jing Chong was really angry, and he had already risen up angrily, in order to better block the other party's next "bold words", he directly used his fist to cover the opponent's fat intestine-sized mouth.

The huge fist had just been raised, but when he heard the sound of "choking", Nie Haiyuan's mouth that had just opened suddenly disappeared.

This time, the whole mouth was beaten and bloated, and it was difficult to open the mouth, so as for talking, don't ask for extravagance.

After doing all this, Jing Chong nodded with satisfaction, then clapped his hands, turned around and walked towards the miscellaneous courtyard.

"Wait...... Wait for me!"

Nie Haiyuan stroked his mouth aggrievedly, but he still endured the pain and squeezed out the words, and as soon as his fat body turned, he took a step and chased after him.

"Where's Zou Cang?"

As soon as he took a few steps, Jing Chong asked very curiously, remembering that these two had always been the same as above, but for some reason they were separated today, so it was a little difficult to adapt.

"Oh, you said that monkey, the stinky boy doesn't study well, it's time for estrus and estrus, and he went to the backyard of the art hall to soak the horses alone!"

Nie Haiyuan shook his body, carried the iron and iron slippery and soft burden, and said in a loud voice, with a bit of "heavy color and light friends" between his words.

However, after saying this, it really aroused Jing Chong's curiosity, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and he hurriedly gossiped and asked, "Pickle Mazi?

was very suspicious of Zou Cang's "ability", Jing Chong immediately showed doubt, but his performance immediately resonated with Nie Haiyuan.

"Hehe, it's really worthy of being a brother, our two ideas coincide, look at that kid looks like a thin monkey, no matter how hideous his face is, he has caught up with Lei Gong and his old son, just this honor, who can take a fancy to him? In my opinion, eighty percent of them were coaxed!"

Nie Haiyuan's analysis of things is also a bit unique, but for a while, he had to make Jing Chong pay attention to it.

After all, now, the three-year period has expired, and the deadline for the completion of the disciples of the Giving Art Hall is getting closer and closer, and it is difficult to maintain so many ulterior motives in this competitive Teaching Hall.

They use conspiracies to eliminate dissidents to clear the way for themselves to enter the inner village smoothly, and if they are really not careful, they will really fall into the trap arranged by others.