"Brother Zhao, this is Xiaopei, and further ahead, is the town I said!"

The scribe may have been nervous, and he didn't stop talking along the way.

But after arriving at the city gate of Xiaopei County, his tone seemed to be relieved and relaxed, and he pointed to the distance that he couldn't see anything five miles away, and could only see a vague mountain shadow and said: "Let's not rest and delay in Xiaopei, let's leave early."

"Okay."

Zhao Zhou's answer along the way was nothing more than the words 'good, okay', except for passing through the city, resting and chatting, he rarely said anything at other times, he was thinking about the posture and play, and he didn't relax for a moment.

In particular, he moved his body when he was in a hurry and walked around, and then he also began to exercise the strength of his legs.

Otherwise, he can't always fight still in place every time he fights, and use his strength to fight, in case the opponent's body is good and doesn't fight hard, what kind of hidden weapons and knives and guns come out, and it is not necessarily who dies.

Therefore, if you follow the trend, you must also learn to improve your combo skills and increase the changes in boxing.

Thereupon.

At this time, the two of them left Xiaopei and walked towards the distant 'Mountain Shadow'.

The scribe saw that Zhao Zhou's walking posture became strange, and for a while, he 'snapped' like a stupid bear swaying from side to side, his feet were heavy, and some dust was raised on the dirt road.

A light step, landing silently, like a dragonfly dotting water.

To outsiders, it's weird.

And these pile moves, as well as the change of pace, were practiced by Zhao Zhou from the Tai Chi piles in the Quan Sutra.

Lunge step, open step and Tai Chi frame practice together, he walked while 'virtual fighting', one is to polish the foot strength, increase the strength of the legs, the other is, when the time comes, punch the move, the foot follows up, increase the number of enemy moves.

But these playing and footwork, Yang Luchan did not teach Zhao Zhou.

There is a way to teach boxing not to teach steps, but to teach steps to beat the master.

The boxing changes with the footwork, and the footwork also changes with the boxing, the two are complete, the fists and feet are connected, and the boxing that you learn is your own boxing.

When you have too many boxing routines, the master can't figure out your way, and he will no longer use his own boxing routines to instruct.

But in fact, Yang Luchan didn't have anything to teach Zhao Zhou after teaching, but he really didn't have time to teach, so Zhao Zhou 'went back to the province to visit relatives'.

"Senior Yang didn't know that I had returned to the provincial capital this time, and I had suddenly returned to the 'Aura Era' thousands of years ago. Maybe next time I go back, even if I don't get to Huajin, I will give Senior Yang a surprise...."

Zhao Zhou took a step, while thinking that Yang Luchan was shocked by his 'infinite strength' when he was amazed, and his heart wandered for a while, and his 'pop' fell into the air, and he almost jumped into the rain puddle. So that the mind is upright, and does not think about it.

"Brother Zhao is estimated to be a martial artist! I said that he was not in a hurry along the way...."When the scribe saw Zhao Zhou practicing his leg strength, he was also used to seeing it along the way, and he was not surprised, thinking that this was some kind of martial arts practice, and he didn't ask about anything.

But occasionally on a whim and curious, he would learn it the same way, but unfortunately he didn't understand the mystery, and after learning for a while, he didn't learn anything except being tired, and he didn't ask Zhao Zhou anything.

After all, the road is different, he is a scholar, learning the six arts of the gentleman, etiquette, music, archery, royal, calligraphy, mathematics, in addition to horseback riding, archery, swordsmanship is to strengthen the body, which is not to kill people to practice boxing.

And all the way through.

The five-mile journey is not close, but it is not far.

When the sun was hanging in the sky, at noon, the two set off from Xiaopei, and it took less than half an hour to finally come to the 'Mountain Shadow'.

This mountain shadow is actually a small mountain, and half a mile away, there is a town where smoke rises.

Closer again.

Zhao Zhou saw that the villages and towns were full of farmers, old people enjoying the shade under the trees, or children playing in the villages.

It's just that.

Zhao Zhou looked around, and saw that the town was farther away, and found that the village and town were separated by two miles, and there was a dense forest.

It is said that there are all kinds of jackals, tigers and leopards in it, and the residents of villages and towns should not settle here, otherwise their lives will be in danger at any time.

"This place is too close to the mountains, and the residents of the village don't seem to have practiced martial arts, is there something wrong?"

Before coming to the village.

Zhao Zhou put away his fists, and saw that the residents had the strength to hold hoes or 100 catties of buckets, but their muscles and bones stretched at will, unlike people who practiced martial arts, it was difficult to deal with those beasts that were hunted by nature.

"Brother Zhao, you don't know anything about this."

When the scribe heard the inquiry, he talked eloquently and motioned for Zhao Zhou to speak as he walked.

"Although the town is close to the mountains, the soil outside the town is soft, and there is a river in front of the forest to irrigate the farmland. At the moment, there is no mouthful, this place can be described as a unique place, not only the farmland is abundant, but also the fish in the water can be caught. How can the villagers in the villages and towns easily leave and leave? ”

As he spoke, he shook his head and shook his head, as if he knew this place very well, "Especially Xiaopei's warriors and hunters will also come here to hunt often in the forest, stay in the town at sunset, or settle here, settle down, and clear the jackals in the nearby forest, and the town is also more stable." How did you get out of here? ”

"I see." Zhao Zhou listened to his words, and also saw that at this time, there were one or two strong men carrying hares and pheasants, carrying bows and knives, walking out of the forest and coming towards the village, knowing that what the scribe said was true.

"In addition."

The scribe still had something to say, pointing to the mountains half a mile away, "This place is hidden by dangerous peaks, and the Yellow Turban thieves have to attack from the other end unless they go around the mountains and forests." Otherwise, Xuzhou is not broken, Xiaopei is safe, and this town can be foolproof. Here, in addition to not being surrounded by mountains, this town is full of birds and flowers, can it be called a paradise? ”

When the words fell, he smiled, and without waiting for Zhao Zhou to answer, he led the way and walked towards a large courtyard built with grass and trees.

"It's really a good place...."Zhao Zhou listened to the scribe's explanation, his eyes lit up and he felt that this was indeed a good place to practice martial arts, and then followed the scribe to the courtyard in front to see how to settle here.

"My friend is an elder of this town, in charge of the affairs of the village, and if he wants to settle here, he needs to visit one or two. Otherwise, if anyone could settle down, the town would have been in chaos. The scribe whispered, and when he reached the door, he asked a strong man standing outside the courtyard to inform the owner of the courtyard.

It's just a dozen breaths.

As the strong man entered the house, the owner of the courtyard did not see it, and a loud laugh came first.

"Wang Qi, Wang Bowei, you have made me wait for a long time! I thought there was some accident on your way, and in two days, I'm going to let my good boys pick you up! ”

The words fell.

An energetic old man strode out, stepped forward and hugged the scribe, and the two laughed again, talking about not seeing each other for a few years, and so on.

"Brother Li!"

It was also the end of the old story, and the scribe who brought Zhao Zhou, that is, the young man surnamed Wang and the word Bowei, hugged the old man and introduced him to Zhao Zhou.

It's a mutual salute again.

Wait until these chores are over.

The old man also arranged a house for Zhao Zhou, prepared some straw mat tables and chairs, and the scribe lived in the old man's compound.

Things fall.

The old man invited Zhao Zhou and the two to dinner again, but Zhao Zhou couldn't refuse, so they got together for a few drinks.

The time also came to around three or four o'clock in the afternoon.

"I've found a place to live here, and all that's left is to practice martial arts."

Zhao Zhou was full of food and drink, strolling around the villages and towns, practicing his strength, and looking at what the small traders were selling.

Don't really say it.

When he turned to the exit of another village in the mountains, he could see at a glance that there were many old lingzhi, ginseng, and other medicines outside the village, all of which had just been dug up by farmers or hunters from the mountains.

"Ten years of wild ginseng, who is infected with the cold, Mr. said, it can drive away the cold. I've drunk it before, and it works! "One of the vendors was a village hunter, carrying a big bow and a blood-stained knife at his waist, but his face was honest, and it seemed that this ginseng was not a murderous one, but a real one.

Especially ginseng was not considered a precious medicine during the Three Kingdoms period. It was also recorded with Li Shizhen's Compendium of Materia Medica in the Ming Dynasty that it was gradually cited as a good medicine by later generations, and began to be excavated and given as a gift.

It's just that now it's the end of the Han Dynasty, and this ginseng is not famous at all, so not many people can use it.

The hunter was not ready to sell it for money, but saw it familiar on the way to hunting, and remembered that this thing had been taken under the guidance of the village doctor, and knew that it could cure the wind and cold, so he dug it out and prepared to send it to the people in need in the village to boil cold soup to drink.

"This mountain ginseng is really good!"

Zhao Zhou took a look at it, and also saw this ten-year ginseng, the roots were full, the body was fat and round, compared to the ten-year 'thin' ginseng in the late Qing Dynasty, it was a heaven and an earth!

"This...."

It was also Zhao Zhou who moved his mind to buy it, and when he was about to ask the price, he suddenly had an itch in his lungs and a dry throat, and then stopped and walked quickly towards the house that the old man arranged for him.

Stomp –

Wait until you get to the house.

Zhao Zhou stretched out his hand and closed the door, sank his waist and slammed his horse, snorted as if 'clumsy', and suddenly coughed up a trace of light white phlegm with a medicinal smell.

It's not that he was poisoned in the meal by the old man.

It is this world, the oxygen content is high, the air is humid, Zhao Zhou practices boxing in this world, just like living in the mountains, soaking in hot springs every day, the pores and muscles of the body are washed by the 'aura' all the time, and then drive out the 'toxins' of the original world.

This is the same as some big bosses in the real world, why they are scrambling to go to the countryside with clean air, just to recuperate their bodies so that they can enjoy it again.

After all, the quality of oxygen inhaled is high, and the blood containing oxygen is also 'assimilated', or 'purified'.

The blood then flows through the heart and flows throughout the body, washing away the brain, heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, these organs and tissues that control the whole body.

As a result, Zhao Zhou was like a winter snake molting, flesh and blood, lungs, stomach and liver, as if it was "renovated", and the toxins were constantly discharged.

It's just that in the past seven days, he has not produced any 'dirt' in the novel, but has excreted several times and coughed up more than a few phlegm in his lungs, which are all drug poison residues that have been removed by the respiratory tract and blood, spleen, kidney and intestines, or 'blood poison' that has accumulated for a long time.

Now.

After these seven days, he felt that since he came to this world, he felt like he had come home from school when he was a child and left his heavy school bag.

"If you stay in this world for a few years, it is estimated that you will really have a thousand pounds of strength, not to mention the blessings of various medicines.... It's just that it's late today, so I'll wait until tomorrow to see what herbs are available in the mountains, or buy some from the nearby villagers.... Let's see if there are any medicines that are ten years old...."

Zhao Zhou looked forward to it, cleaned the phlegm in the house, and didn't want to waste time, so he set up a fist and foot stand in the house, pushed his hands and steps, and began to hone his strength.