"Ahh

From the first day of training, the cemetery was filled with my heart-rending wails.

Fortunately, this place is deserted, otherwise there would have been enthusiastic people calling the police.

"Young man, I'm training your ability to resist blows, you have to hold back."

Aunt Li smiled at me with a bloody face, but the movements of her hands did not stop at all, holding a half-person-high tombstone and patting it irregularly all over my body.

The strength and ruthlessness are no different from shooting cockroaches......

Before I could get up from the ground, the other neighbors followed Aunt Li's example and slapped me into the ground all at once.

I can't remember how many times I've been knocked unconscious, except that every time I woke up after fainting, I was soaking in a large urn in the yard.

And Lu Xueyao, always wiping my body with red eyes, kept muttering: Persistence, don't feel distressed; Persistence, not distressed.

Looking at her stupid appearance, I couldn't help but feel warm in my heart, and I forgot all the pain in an instant.

In order to save the 'love enemy', endure the heartache to help the person you love improve their strength. This is not something that anyone can do.

The big urn was left by He Dajun, and I heard that he had also used this method to 'strengthen his body' before, so I am completely touched by his 'light' now.

The urn is full of medicines prepared with the recipe left by He Dajun, and there is a fire under the urn, which is the most comfortable and enjoyable time for me during training.

After all, there are beauties with you.

After being smashed by many neighbors with various tombstones, coffin boards, bricks, etc., for more than a month, the training finally had some results.

Although every time, as soon as the bruising here disappeared, the black and blue there were photographed again. But I can feel that not only my body, but also my functions have improved a lot.

And the effect of the potion is also very good, after soaking, the whole person is like being reborn, and major and minor injuries can be healed quickly.

I have to say that this method does seem a bit cruel, but it is also really effective.

In the last few days of training, the tombstone and coffin board did no harm to me, and they shattered themselves when they hit me.

I thought that the training would end like this, but I didn't expect that there would be reflex training next.

However, my reaction was not slow, so after suffering a few losses, I easily passed all the traps and serial wooden stakes they arranged.

But there is another thing that surprises me, among these neighbors, there is still a folk martial arts master in the late Qing Dynasty.

No one knows his name, because he is only six feet tall and has a hard monkey kung fu, so the neighbors around him call him Six Foot Monkey.

In fact, in addition to hard monkey boxing, the six-foot monkey can also use many other kung fu, such as ancient Tai Chi, Tong Bei Boxing, etc., which are particularly good at.

In today's era of high-tech and hot weapons, fist and foot kung fu is considered by many people to be a showmanship and obsolete goods, without any actual combat.

But people ignore a question: if there is no actual combat, then the ancients have enough to eat? And you have to use kung fu to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy.

The six-foot monkey gave an explanation for this: Now that ancient martial arts are in decline, firstly, because of the catastrophe, many ancient arts have been lost; Second, because of the Taiping society, martial arts have gradually transformed into a performance nature.

You must know that in ancient times, kung fu was a killing technique.

In addition to daily physical training, the six-foot monkey also taught me some basic ancient martial arts, and in this way, I discovered the difference between ancient martial arts and current martial arts.

Nowadays, because of the emphasis on performance, some moves look more 'fancy'.

And the real ancient martial arts don't have so many showmanships at all, and the movements still look a little strange. To sum it up, there is one sentence: ancient martial arts exist for the purpose of killing.

After about three months of training at the cemetery, I finally finished my studies, and in order to thank my neighbors for their help, I also spent a lot of money to burn a Rolls-Royce for everyone.

Just when I thought I could fight with Zhong Xuan and was about to trouble him, He Dajun actually came back.

There was another person who came back with him, no, it should be a ghost.

And this ghost, I still know, is the lewd ghost named Hou Zifeng who pimped in Fengyayuan before.

But what surprised me was that Hou Zifeng was carried back by He Dajun, and I saw that his eyes were closed, his face was green, and his anger was like a gossamer, obviously poisoned.

"I have to revive him no matter what, I still have something to do, so I'll go first. By the way, don't go to Zhong Xuan now, you are far from being his opponent. ”

He Dajun threw Hou Zifeng to me, and at the same time left with such a sentence, without even giving me a chance to say a word.

I was instantly depressed and confused, what kind of plane is this? It's not so fast to go to the kiln, is it? And shouldn't he meet Lu Xueyao?

But He Dajun has left, and I can't find anyone if I want to complain, so I can only helplessly follow his 'instructions' and treat Hou Zifeng, a pimp.

As for going to the trouble that he won't let me go to Zhong Xuan......

Obviously, it's impossible for me to listen to it, but I still have to finish the matter of Hou Zifeng first.

To be honest, I actually don't want to care about him, not just because of his identity and profession.

The main reason is that in Fengya Courtyard, this thing left me there alone and ran away, causing me to almost die in the underworld later, and Yuhongmeng was coerced to stay by Zhong Xuan's side.

But he can't be blamed entirely, the pimp's job is to take care of bringing guests to the place, and then it has nothing to do with them.

I also found out later, but that's for later.

The master's fate was difficult to disobey, He Dajun sent him back in such a hurry, it was obvious that he didn't have time to treat him personally, so I had no choice but to take over.

Carrying Hou Zifeng to the back room of the security room, after a preliminary inspection, I found that the goods were scorpion venom.

In the tiger's mouth of his right hand, there is a small hole the size of a mung bean, and the wound is already black and purple.

When I took off my clothes, I saw that there were thirteen thin needle holes around Hou Zifeng's heart, and I immediately recognized that this was the thirteen needles of the ghost doctor.

It seems that He Dajun first protected his heart with a needle and temporarily saved his life.

Despite this, the scorpion venom had almost traveled all over his body along the meridians, and it was still dangerous to delay any longer.

I didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and took out the beryllium needle to cut the wound on his right hand and squeeze out the poisonous blood along the artery.

The blood of ghosts is still different from that of people, and when it is said to be blood, it is actually a mass of qi, so in order to distinguish it, we call it ghost blood.

Because of the poisoning, the ghost blood squeezed out has turned dark black, and it is accompanied by a pungent fishy smell.

"Damn, fortunately, I took a poison-avoiding pill in advance, otherwise I would have suffered." Wu muttered to himself, and I sealed all the demon blood in the bottle.

Scorpion venom is very helpful in the treatment of gout.

"Hmm......"

Hou Zifeng suddenly snorted like a dream, I turned my head to look, only to see that his originally green face flashed a trace of black gas.

Broken!

I secretly said that it was not good, and I immediately reacted that it was not just scorpion venom in him!

There's also a special Gu poison!

Sure enough, when I looked at his hand again, a bug as red as blood and the size of a small thumbnail crawled out of the wound on Hou Zifeng's right hand, probed his brain and wandered for a few seconds, and then drilled back in.

I couldn't care about anything else, a silver needle pierced directly into his arm, and faintly, I heard a 'poof'.

Immediately after that, a hair-like red blood struck my hand along the silver needle, and I quickly let go of my hand and took a few steps back.

If you look closely, it's red blood, it's actually a bug that's exactly the same as just now! It's just that it's many times smaller.

"What he is in is a scorpion Gu, and ordinary detoxification methods are useless."

Just when I was sweating profusely and didn't know what to do, a child's voice suddenly came from my ears.

I was instantly struck by lightning, and my whole body froze in place, and I couldn't be more familiar with this voice!

It's that little ghost who sings nursery rhymes!