The origin of the name of Qingxi comes from the waterfall that flows hundreds of feet upstream, which flows into a deep pool into a stream. The pond water is green, deep to seek the zhang, the spring and waterfall, the sound shock valley.

Wave! The surface of the water in the clear pool was broken, and a wet face that made the woman jealous surfaced, and then the whole body lay on the surface of the water, stretched out his hands and feet, and opened into a "big" character, rising and falling with the waves.

Playing in the water in summer is indeed a good pastime. But what Zhang Fang does is not just a pastime, it is part of the fitness plan he has developed.

Climbing a mountain, people are almost tired and paralyzed, this physical fitness is really painful, not to mention that now they are being targeted by a group of murderers, such as the edge on the back, and there is a danger of "dog leash" at any time. Although there is the protection of the Han brothers, people cannot always rely on others, life is their own, and they must be in their own hands - the assassination that night is the best example.

The cost of this body is actually quite abundant: good nutrition, good body, thick bones, rich muscles, what is lacking is only exercise, as long as this aspect can keep up, the physical fitness will definitely improve greatly.

Based on this, Zhang Fang drew up a morning and dusk fitness plan: get up in the morning, run 2,000 meters slowly, climb the mountain with bare hands, and rest for two hours after returning for breakfast. Then the second set of exercises: fifty push-ups, fifty pull-ups, fifty tummy tucks, fifty squats, fifty kick jumps. After each item, take a half-hour break and move on to the next one. As the workout progresses, slowly increase the intensity and even weight-bearing exercises according to how well your body adapts.

After dusk, swim for an hour, which is beneficial for strengthening lung capacity and strengthening physical fitness.

The fitness plan is just the beginning of improving the sense of security, Zhang Fang has to practice martial arts next, and the teacher is himself. In his previous life, he was assigned to a psychiatric hospital, and due to the frequent medical troubles and the peculiarities of the working environment, he studied self-defense, mainly anti-arthritics based on control and ground control techniques such as Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. When it comes to martial arts, he doesn't lack technique, he just lacks how to perfectly match his technique with his body. This requires a lot of training, and all kinds of skills are fully formed into instinct, so as not to appear "more than enough but not enough" situation.

However, before that, you must first improve your physical fitness in an all-round way and lay a solid foundation for you. It's always a good thing to have a strong physique, but to put it mildly, once there is danger, even if you run for your life, it's faster than others, isn't it?

Strengthening the body is never an easy thing, and after completing the training plan every day, Zhang Fang has a feeling of exhaustion to death. And what sustained him was not only a strong will, but also an extraordinary exuberance.

Soul fusion, for Zhang Fang, is a great adventure, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a gamble. Thinking about it in hindsight, Zhang Fang couldn't help but be afraid for a while. If the fusion fails that day, there are only two results: or you will be "killed"; Or the brain splits into two souls, eventually leading to schizophrenia.

Fortunately, he succeeded, and success always brings unexpected gains.

Perhaps it is a kind of compensation after the pain and suffering - Zhang Fang is now refreshed and energetic all day long, as if he has endless energy. Now it is enough for him to sleep only two hours a day, and if he lies in bed (in fact, such a hard bed does not make people feel the slightest desire to lie in bed), he will be so excited that he will not be able to sleep-it seems to have fulfilled the sentence "Since I have been mentally ill, I have been more energetic every day." ”

Why is this happening? With Zhang Fang's professional knowledge, it is difficult to find a reasonable explanation. If there is a justified reason, it can only be attributed to the multiplication of souls. In a sense, the soul can also be said to be a kind of spiritual power, when a person has a spiritual power far beyond ordinary people, what he can do is afraid that it will be far beyond his imagination.

Life in a small mountain village is monotonous, and he sleeps so little every day, and his energy is so strong that Zhang Fang spends most of his time exercising. After being tired and half dead, I comfortably soaked in the cool blue water, closed my eyes, listened to the sound of the flying stream, smelled the pure air full of negative ions, and let the water flow "massage" my body.

Zhang Fang in the clear pool, floating quietly on the water, closed his eyes and did not move, as if he was really asleep. On the bank of the stream, clothes are piled up haphazardly, and the most eye-catching thing is the rhinoceros skin sheath and the long sword inlaid with precious stones that pressed the clothes.

In the jungle on the shore, a figure crept out, sneering and rats, fast and slow, and gradually touched behind the big rocks where the clothes were piled up. Reaching out a little, he grabbed the scabbard violently, clenched it tightly in his hand, and the two fierce eyes stared viciously at the young man who was calm and comfortable in the water, unaware of the impending danger.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed fiercely, his body was bowed, his sword was drawn out of the sheath, and he waited to move-

But as soon as the sword came out of its sheath, it didn't feel right, it was too light, and there was no grinding sound peculiar to metal. The man looked down and was shocked to change color—it was a wooden sword.

The neck was cold, and a cold chill penetrated the skin from the neck and soaked the whole body. A sneering voice sounded behind him: "Are you looking for this sword?" ”

Almost at the same time, there was a sudden sound of angry fighting in the woods. Shao leaned, Shi Niu, together with Han Jun and Han Chong, cut the hands of a man with a half-faceted blood behind his back and escorted him out of the forest.

Zhang Fang, who seemed to be sleeping in Qingtan, stretched his waist lazily, paddled his hands, drenched ashore, and said with a smile while wiping his body with clothes: "Thank you Brother Han, Shi Niu, and Asher and Mi Lang." ”

With the assistance of the two brothers, Han Yi tied up the man who stole the sword, returned the sword to the sheath, bowed down to offer it, and said respectfully: "Thanks to Xiao Langjun's clever plan, we just do what we are told, what is the way." ”

On the other side, Han Jun was happily playing a horned bow and four iron arrows that he had just captured. Obviously, the two assassins coordinated with each other by shooting from a distance with a bow and stabbing at close range. It is estimated that the forest is too far away from the waterhole, more than 30 zhang (Han Zhang, about 60 meters), and it is difficult for a shooter who has not undergone strict training to hit with one hit, so it was changed to a close assassination.

Han Chongzheng used the ring-headed knife he snatched from the assassin's hand to the throat of the sword-stealing assassin, and with a vicious face, he roared fiercely: "Say! Why did you assassinate Xiao Langjun one after another? How many of you are there? Who is the leader? ”

The assassin looked up with a thick black face, and a pinch of black hair on his right cheek was particularly eye-catching, and smiled: "Uncle don't say it, what can you do?" Kill me? Or is it an officer? ”

In a word, it hits the nail on the head. Indeed, this Qingxi Juke is an honest civilian, it is okay to slaughter dogs and sheep, and it is a last resort to kill people in self-defense, but they are killed after tying people up...... I really don't have that guts; Report to the officer? This adds up to three dead people, whether it is legitimate self-defense or manslaughter, in short, there is no way to wash it away. If they really want to report to the officials, their own trouble will not be less than that of the assassins.

If you can't kill it, you can't let it go, so what should you do? The Han brothers and Shi Niu had lost their minds.

The two Assassins glanced at each other and burst into laughter, looking smug and unaware of being a prisoner.

Han Zhong angrily straightened the tip of the knife and pierced the assassin's neck muscles, and immediately blood flowed for a long time, and said angrily: "Don't say it, I'll cut you ten times and eight times......"

"Come on! There's a start! If you snort halfway, it's ****! The assassin struggled fiercely, his eyes roaring angrily, "Uncle has been in that slaughterhouse in Yanchi for three whole years, and eating whipping and cutting meat has long been commonplace. Look at your boy's methods, better than those jailers! ”

Han Chong is just a simple mountain village boy, how can he eat this outlaw? Holding a sharp blade, he was forced by the assassin to retreat with his neck, and he lost his ground.

Seeing the Han brothers' pleading gaze, Zhang Fang, who was dressed properly, thrust his sword into his waist, and said lightly: "Bury them." ”