Chapter 215: Cultivation!

"Thank you."

Martin stroked Week 8 and turned his head to thank him. He had been to the fields and probably guessed what was going on, and was grateful for his help.

Cowell sat against the wall, nodded at him, and gave him back the key he had given him. Martin knew that Colwell could not do anything about it, but he still saved the week.

Maybe he's changed, he's not the same as he used to be, but he hasn't realized it yet.

"You fought with the walking corpse and broke my three tomatoes, so you have to deduct them from your food!"

Martin joked and accused him of stepping on the tomatoes, but didn't get offended by it. For him, tomatoes can be planted again when they are gone, and there are no more friends when they are gone.

Week 8 is his friend and his family, so his words of thanks are heartfelt. At this point, he regarded Cowell as his friend.

He glanced around the corner, and the notebook he had left behind was opened by Cowell and looked at it. He's glad he's improved again, and he's slowly getting better.

"By the way, I've got something for you!"

Martin smiled slightly, and as he spoke, he took out something from the small bag behind him and brought it to him. It was Cowell's bayonet hand, but with some changes in appearance.

"I've installed two iron hooks for you on your original basis, so that you can stretch them out and use them to hold things as long as you put a little force on your arm."

"In the front section, next to the bayonet, three more new knife faces were installed. It can be retracted and used as an iron claw! ”

Telling him about the improved function, Cowell reached out and took the iron bayonet, and he put the iron sleeve on his severed hand and experienced it for himself, which was very useful.

As soon as the arm was forced, two iron hooks popped out from both sides, and the device of the wrist was pressed, and the iron claws were also extended, which was more powerful and easier than the original single bayonet.

"There's one more thing for you."

With that, Martin walked out the door and brought him a newly made bamboo stick that had been leaning against the staircase beforehand. The stick was as long as his, and the workmanship was finer than his.

It was one he made on the road when he was out during the day, and he wanted to teach Cowell the stick. His own health is getting worse day by day, and he doesn't know how long he can live.

So he wanted to find a successor and teach him his stick technique. And he has a relationship with Cowell, so he plans to teach him and let him continue.

Colwill confiscated it for half a day, and Martin was a little unhappy and forcibly shoved it into Colwill's hands. In fact, it turned out that he exercised every day, and he knew that Cowell had been peeking.

Cowell accepted the bamboo stick, and Martin took the eighth day of the week and told him to wait for him by the lake early tomorrow morning!

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Following.

Shortly after dawn, Cowell got up early and went to the river to make an appointment with Martin. When he came to the river, he found that Martin was already there and had already started to cultivate.

"The righteous qi stick method is not for you to use to do evil! It is used for self-defense, to protect the people you think are important, to protect the safety of those around you or yourself. ”

"Have good thoughts, respect life, and cherish the preciousness of life. You have to keep reminding yourself! ”

Martin couldn't move his feet, and danced with a bamboo stick in his hand, teaching him principles as he performed the stick technique. With a stick in one hand, Cowell began to imitate his movements.

In his mouth, he also began to recite the principle. Adhering to the idea of not doing evil again, forgiving others, atoning for the sins of the past self, and changing oneself.

No one is born bad, as long as you are willing to change, you can change.

Since then, every morning, Cowell has followed Martin to practice stick techniques and cultivate his body. He gradually forgot about the past and welcomed a new self.

Martin didn't lock him up either, making a bed for him on the floor of his bedroom. He and Cowell live together, eat together, travel together, and sleep together every day.

Cultivate during the day, search for supplies at noon, bury the dead bodies, and erect monuments for them. As a last resort, try not to kill and give them a chance.

They have gone out in search of supplies, rescued many people on the way, and protected the weak. Help them escape from the walking dead, share their worries, and give them material support.

There is also a story circulating nearby, two righteous people, fighting evil and poverty alleviation, they each held a stick, wore monk's clothes, and wore a hat, and they have not shown their faces so far.

Life was dull and fulfilling, and Colwell completely got rid of the past, and he still thought Martin was crazy. And now, he is seen as a person with a dream of Hongda.

At the time of the day, Cowell prepared his meal and served it to the table. Martin suddenly rushed out to fight him, and Cowell quickly picked up a bamboo stick in response.

In the past three moves, Colwell flexibly avoided them. Martin had a headache, and after holding on to his second hand, he suddenly knelt on the ground and was pointed to his throat by Cowell with a stick.

Realizing that the situation was not right, Cowell hurriedly took the stick and asked Martin about the situation. Martin hid his pain, smiled happily and surrendered, saying he was fine.

Cowell helped Martin up, sat down in his chair, handed him a glass of water, and told him to drink the medicine. Martin paused for a moment and said he was much better.

Feeling that his life seemed to be just two days, he decided to say what was in his heart. He walked back to his bedroom, retrieved the sketchpad, and handed it to Cowell.

"I'm not a good father!"

Continuing to eat, the food in his mouth was hard to swallow, Martin looked at the drawing board, and soon his eyes moistened, and he said such a sentence, which made Cowell very puzzled.

"That iron cell in the basement I built for my daughter and my wife."

Martin told Cowell the truth. At the same time as he heard this, Cowell was looking at the drawing board when he suddenly looked up at him, as if he was a little surprised.

Martin continued, "In the basement, there was no cell. I went out that day to look for supplies, and when I came back, they were both bitten. ”

He killed the walking corpse and chopped it into meat sauce, but to no avail. It was his wife who pleaded with him and asked her to lock herself up with her daughter.

The wife's mental condition is not very good, but she is still conscious, she is afraid that she will hurt Martin, but she doesn't want to leave him, so she can only be locked up.

The daughter didn't know that she would also become a walking corpse, but she still kept drawing, painting, painting, never feeling tired, the book was full of paintings, and she painted on the wall.

He would go to see them every day, and how he wished that all this had not befallen him. I hope it's all a dream, and it'll be fine when you wake up.

That night, the wife was so emotional that she started yelling in the basement. My daughter was terrified and kept crying.

Not long after, the daughter also yelled, and her eyes began to mutate. Martin sat outside the basement, next to the window against the wall, wishing he could help them.

He was in pain, listening to the cries of his wife and daughter, he felt that life was worse than death, and he longed for them to bite him to death and die with them.

He leaned against the wall, his heart was like a knife, and every time he screamed in pain, he felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart.