Zhao Bo didn't know what impact Guo Furong's injury had on Tongfu Inn, but Zhao Bo knew that Guo Furong should be honest for a while, and Zhao Bo didn't expect Guo Furong to stop there.

Through the fight with Guo Furong, although Zhao Bo won easily, he also realized his weakness, that is, internal strength, although he has begun to practice the Sunflower Heart Sutra, but after all, it has only been about two years, and Guo Furong has practiced since childhood, and he is practicing the top internal strength, the Jade Girl Heart Sutra, although the Sunflower Treasure Book is a high-level internal skill, but it is still a step behind.

If it weren't for Guo Furong's lack of seriousness in cultivation, he would be able to slap himself away with that palm today, and Zhao Bo's arrogance that had just taken off immediately fell and fell back into penance.

"Xiaobo, you are really ruthless, you don't pity the jade at all, Xiao Guo is also a beauty, but you can't get out of bed due to the internal injuries you beat."

When Zhao Bo was walking, he met Bai Zhantang who came out to purchase, and Bai Zhantang told Zhao Bo about Guo Furong when he saw Zhao Bo.

"Self-inflicted, the skills are not as good as others and keep dying, I don't care what her identity is, the next time she dies, I still won't be merciful, this kind of person, you just can't get used to it, otherwise it will only become more and more excessive."

Zhao Bo said unceremoniously, anyway, he had already beaten Guo Furong, then he was measured, it was only a slight internal injury, there was no bone damage and fundamentals, it would be good to raise it for a few days, even if Guo Juxia came, he was not afraid.

"Great, Xiaobo, but you have to be careful, I heard that girl muttering every day, saying that she wants to seek revenge on you, you can pay attention."

Bai Zhantang gave Zhao Bo a thumbs up, and then reminded Zhao Bo.

"If I try to beat her down again, she won't have time to practice at all, and she will never be my opponent."

Zhao Bo doesn't care at all, Guo Furong has long developed the habit of being easy and disgusting, how can he be able to calm down and practice, it's not that he will come to the scene as soon as he is injured, and he will still be able to easily defeat Guo Furong when the time comes, if this cycle continues, he will only get stronger and stronger, and Guo Furong can only stand still, or even retreat.

After having a new understanding, Zhao Bo went to Tongfu Inn less often, making Guo Furong shout every day, Zhao Bo was afraid of her, Zhao Bo didn't pay attention to it at all, and the kung fu on his mouth couldn't hurt Zhao Bo in the slightest.

At the same time, Zhao Bo also found that there was a fat boy next to Xing Yusen, with a round face, it was really festive to look at, Xing Yusen finally recruited Yan Xiaoliu to his side, this Xing Yusen just likes to talk about pomp, as a head catcher, there is no subordinate around him, he always feels that there is something shortcoming, he used to try to win over Zhao Bo, and after Zhao Bo was not fooled, he could only pull Yan Xiaoliu.

The days of practice are very boring, but fortunately, Zhao Bo is used to it, except for eating, sleeping and necessary walking time every day, Zhao Bo is practicing.

Well? On this day, when Zhao Bo was walking, he suddenly found a drunk old man on the side of the street, he was full of white hair, carrying a wine jug in his hand and sipping it one by one, this is nothing, after all, there are drunk people every day, the important thing is that there is a table in front of him, covered with pen, ink and paper, and some painted pictures hanging behind him.

Could it be that he is the hidden boss? Drawing an old man? Zhao Bo stopped and carefully observed this old man, the aura on his body was too ordinary, and there was no sign of a master, could this be a return to the basics?

"Boy, you've been watching me here for a long time, if you want to paint, pay for it, don't just go away, don't delay my business."

The old man opened his eyes, looked at Zhao Bo who was standing in front of his painting stall and said.

"I want to sell paintings, but the paintings I want are not ordinary paintings."

Zhao Bo opened his mouth and said, whether it is or not, let's try it first.

"It's not an ordinary painting, do you want a picture of the spring palace? Then I'll draw too, and I'll draw a few for you if you want a few. ”

The old man didn't blush at all and said, fortunately there were no women around, otherwise he would have scolded him for being old and not ashamed.

"No, I don't want a spring palace map, I want martial arts cheats, can you draw them?"

Zhao Bo was a little sure in his heart, this old man was very likely to be an old man who painted.

"Yes, whether it's boxing and leg skills, knife skills, and sword scores, I can draw them, what do you want, a painting costs five cents, and you need good wine and good food."

The old man said unceremoniously.

"Okay, I need to inspect the goods, you draw me a set of points first, if it's good, I'll invite you, you can eat and drink well every day."

Zhao Bo also said, since it can't be determined, then let this old man show his hand, if he can really draw the secret, Zhao Bo can also distinguish and confirm, as long as it is true, Zhao Bo will invite the old man even if he scatters his family wealth.

"Okay, I'll show you a hand and draw a sunflower point acupoint, this is what I have drawn before, and a group of thugs are still practicing."

The old man shook his arm, put the flask aside, then grabbed the brush and said.

After Zhao Bo heard this, his body shook, sure enough, it was him, it was really a little funny, the sunflower point acumen that the sunflower pie regarded as a treasure was actually the work of this old man's game, it was really unbelievable.

Sure enough, the old man quickly drew two paintings of the acupoints, and Zhao Bo could be sure at a glance that this old man was definitely the original work, because these two moves were the moves in the hands of the sunflower acupoints, unless this old man was a person from the Sunflower Sect, otherwise only the original author would be able to know.

"How's that, satisfied, not satisfied."

The old man said to Zhao Bo.

"Okay, old man, I'll invite you, but if you are invited to move to my house, don't worry, there will be enough wine and food."

Zhao Bo said, since the identity of the old man has been determined, Zhao Bo no longer hesitates, although he has now mastered martial arts such as blood killing palms and sunflower point acupoints, but no one will be too much.

"Okay, I'm tired of sitting here, so I'll go with you."

The old man stood up slowly, with a cane in one hand and a wine jug in the other, letting Zhao Bo lead the way.

Zhao Bo helped the old man take the guy he was eating, took the old man to his house, and put the old man to rest in the guest room, there is also a table here, which is enough for the old man to paint.

"Tell me, what are you asking me to draw?"

The old man asked Zhao Bo after he was ready.

"A boxing book, a stick method, if you know the internal strength, it is best to draw a copy, the internal strength should be the best, if it is not good, you don't need to draw."

Zhao Bo said unceremoniously that it was not that Zhao Bo was greedy, but that Zhao Bo had too little background and needed a lot of things to fill his lack of martial arts background.

"Don't worry, it's all the best, but you also have to use the best wine and food, otherwise my painting won't be real."

The old man said confidently, and at the same time did not forget his request.