At the end of the dog days, the rain is abundant and soft, like the lady of the family who has just come out of the cabinet, less shy answers, and more touching tender gestures, so that those young men who have not been crowned for a few years have to be deeply trapped in it, and they can't stop.

The reason why Zhan Yan did not invade by rain was not because he did it on purpose.

It's that Wu Chen broke off his Xuan vein, and after opening up his body and practicing his muscles and bones, there was no corresponding consistency to become a cultivation method.

Therefore, it is impossible to retain the pure force of the whole body, and the secular world under the mountain is already a blessing effect that may be difficult for Wu Xiu to feel, so the diffusion of force in Zhan Yan's body is endless.

This is the result of what now seems to be a realm where water cannot invade.

Wu Chen's actions like this naturally also have a deep meaning, although all the Xuan veins in Zhan Yan's body are broken, there are still a lot of remnants in his body, and it is difficult to dissipate them in a short time.

And this endless stream of pure force in the body can't be retained, every time the force circulates around the body, it is incidentally brought out some residual Xuan veins and Xuan power in the body.

The continuous cycle of time and time again is brought out again and again.

The more times, the less remnants, although for the time being, there is no too much use, but when its realm is high, looking back, it will only be heartfelt to sigh today's shrewdness.

The small town of Baifu on the sixth watch day is still quiet and quiet.

In the past, the earliest breakfast shop was just set up at this time, and the boiler was boiling and gurgling.

However, there are a lot of shirtless and heavy men on their shoulders, for them, the sixth watch is not early, their time can not be divided into severe cold and heat, wind, rain, ice and snow, hard-working people, do a day to get a day's money, idle day the whole family has to follow the hunger for half a day.

Zhan Yan on horseback walked slowly, the horse was not as fast as a person, and many of the shopkeepers who passed by Hanzi Street were busy taking a look at this strange man, after all, in their eyes, those who could ride horses were not ordinary, either rangers or rich people who could afford to raise horses at home, but they were not rich people who could ride horses in the rain early in the morning.

The street in the middle of Baifu City was just three horses driving side by side, and Zhan Yan drove the horse slower than the people to walk most of the street, from this side to that side, and then found a lane Mokou and turned in, and then turned two lanes in a row.

I don't know how long I walked on horseback, but after all, the gray will be bright, and the sky will be bright, and the fine drizzle will be gone.

Zhan Yan was walking on a horse at this time, the alley was called Lang Alley, not far from the next door, and across a row of houses was the famous Flower Street, no matter how the city name plaque in the center of the city gate changed, it did not change at all.

It's a small town with a big fart, and not the whole city knows about it.

Most of the people in the small town got up early, so most of the doors that Zhan Yan passed by were half-hidden.

Finally, Zhan Yan was no longer riding a horse, he turned over lightly and dismounted and landed, walking alone, just as he was alone.

This special treasure horse of the military communication envoy that was snatched in the border area stopped in place very obediently, and it was especially psychic, and it didn't even scream slightly.

The battlefield Humvees are also refined.

In fact, in the third room of the alley, there has always been a pair of eyes in the slightly open door, looking at this place all the time, especially the dark horse with a dark complexion, a thick neck and four well-proportioned hooves.

It's just that the courage of the people in the small town is a little smaller, just to see, it's not that there are no crooked thoughts, but there are them, but they don't dare.

Zhan Yan turned around the corner of the alley, and a straight road came into view.

Because it is Linhua Street, the road in Nan Lane is slightly wider and smoother.

Zhan Yan didn't stop, about a hundred steps, and when he looked up, he saw a bluestone brick house with the door half-open and half-hidden.

At the door, which is no different from ordinary people's houses, there are two lanterns hanging on the left and right, but this lantern has not been lit for many years, and it has eaten a very thick layer of ash.

The top of the center of the gate is also very particular, and there is a plaque hanging, but this plaque is not much better than the lantern that will eat ash with the light on the left and the right.

The owner of the plaque was estimated to be unable to afford it, and the shopkeeper patted his chest and dared to guarantee that the dripping, which would not fade for hundreds of years, could have the finest and finest ink at the price of silver and gold.

I don't know where the ink came from was written on the plaque, which also looked very valuable, so not only did the two handwriting fade from this ink, but even the wooden plaque lost its original luster.

The handwriting on the wooden plaque is faintly legible, and it is the word "boxing gym".

There was a sound coming from inside the bluestone brick house.

It's a slightly old but still thick twilight man's voice.

"What's the matter? I can't bear this bit of bitterness? What kind of happiness and enmity are you talking about, the quilt is wrapped tightly when you sleep, and don't do anything to punch Kansai Dream, the province says it plainly, which makes people laugh out of their big teeth, not to mention the old man, my apprentice, the old man, who is half buried in the soil, feels ashamed of his face, and this is where to go, until the awe-inspiring cold, the snow is three feet away, especially when you don't stop, you feel good, just think that those who are listed out of the mouth of the storyteller, the majestic martial artists with names and surnames and deeds are so easy to be. ”

The courtyard is not big but not simple, this simplicity is compared to the ordinary empty courtyard.

In addition to the old high and stout old locust tree in the center of the yard, there are some wooden handles for piling, and wooden people who practice boxing.

The two little people, who were no more than ten years old, were staggering and trolling, although some of them seemed to be unable to hold on, but they were still gritting their teeth and holding on.

Above the courtyard is a fairly spacious room, the kind with two gates.

There are three floors of stairs that raise the foundation slightly, which is also to distinguish it from the courtyard.

There was a hut eaves on the steps, and under the eaves was a chaise longue, on which lay an old man dressed in a very old martial arts suit, with a gray hair and beard.

The half-sized man on the left pursed his lips, and muttered something in his mouth: "I obviously saw the master yesterday, and you secretly ran to the corner of the alley to look at the flower street, and you didn't blush." ”

Then, the half-sized man who was riding the horse and muttering words heard the slight creaking of the bamboo chair, and was frightened to take the most standard horse step in his life along with him and the half-size man next to him.

The old man, who was already sitting upright, yelled at the door, Zhan Yan, who had already walked into the courtyard, "I don't know what time the morning exercise is?