When he returned to the room, Huzi spread out the mattress and saw that Zhao Shankun was naked, and he had taken it off. The forehead is cold, but there is a fire between the chest and abdomen, not only looking red, but reaching out to touch it, it is actually a little hot!

Huzi was puzzled, but he didn't dare to let his junior brother cool white strip anymore. It's still the season of snow, and if you don't burn the fire under the kang, the cool will penetrate the bones.

Huzi hurriedly covered Zhao Shankun with a thick quilt, came to the outhouse again, added firewood and made a fire, and only returned to the house when the kang was hot.

Xu was scorched by the heat, Zhao Shankun's face was much better, his lips were not as blue as that, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

Huzi was still a little worried, just touching his forehead was not at ease, and reached out and touched Zhao Shankun's chest.

Lifted by the horn, Zhao Shankun groaned, and raised his arm to reveal a piece of black under his left shoulder. Huzi was very puzzled, and his junior brother didn't have such a big birthmark. He simply lifted the futon and turned Zhao Shankun over.

This time, I saw it clearly, but I was also shocked.

Where do birthmarks come from? It's a tattoo on the back! The tattoo depicts a stout sergeant with a tearing head, carrying a bleeding head from a broken neck in one hand and swinging forward with a steel knife in the other. The yin qi around the sergeant's body was diffuse, and the blood mist was surging, revealing an evil aura. But the sergeant's expression and movements are all iron-clad tough guys, and he has a heroic and righteous spirit.

This tattoo shows a fierce general on the battlefield who kills the enemy without calculation and takes the lead. It seems that the next moment, this general is about to step down from Zhao Shankun's flesh and blood, swinging a knife to kill the enemy!

So realistic, so expressive! Huzi couldn't help but look stupid.

When did a dog get such a back tattoo? Huzi thought, obviously when we took a bath together a few days ago, this kid was still very clean, why did he have such a tattoo for nothing?

What's more, the tattoo is a stab to the flesh, and it will not recover at all without ten days and half a month. It's only been a few days, and it's impossible to get it on now.

From this, Huzi thought of the tattoo on Li Lintang's body. When practicing together in the summer, Li Lintang likes to play shirtless, and he remembers the tattooed tiger very clearly.

Li Lintang's body was tattooed with a white descending tiger, which was full of power and ferocity. It is also covered with the back, and it is also ten out of ten exquisite, and the bearded hair and eyebrows are all like living tigers, and the tail is over the left shoulder and around the upper end of the left arm.

After thinking about it for a while, Huzi guessed that this tattoo was probably engraved on Zhao Shankun's body by the spell of the martial arts. He had heard Mr. Peng say that it was a spell called "carving". It must not be easy to attract such a turbulent aura.

What's the mystery behind this tattoo? In the end, Huzi couldn't resist his curiosity, cast a spell on his eyes, turned into that empty appearance, and looked at the tattoo on Zhao Shankun's back.

Iron Horse Jingo! The guns roared, and the sound roared as if in the ears; The sword light and sword shadow, the flesh and blood flying, are still in front of you!

Huzi saw a small detachment of sergeants, standing on top of a high post, facing a surging enemy several times his size, shooting again and again, and waving his sword again and again. He saw those who sacrificed their lives to block guns to save their comrades, he saw those who died with the enemy with gunpowder bags, he saw those who rushed into the enemy formation alone and killed dozens of enemies and were finally hacked to death with knives, and he saw several shots in his body standing tall and not falling and dying.

This is the battlefield! It's a battlefield!

Then, a gust of wind rose, and one by one the fallen soldiers turned into fierce ghosts and demons, baring their teeth and dancing claws, flying in the middle of the battlefield, covering the sky and the sun!

As soon as Huzi raised his head, there was an explosion in his ears, which shook his head. With a flick of his head, all kinds of illusions disappeared. Zhao Shankun was lying on the kang, surrounded by the cloudy aura, and gradually converged back to his body.

"What do you see?" Mr. Peng's voice came from behind Huzi.

Huzi turned around and saw Mr. Peng, who was standing behind him. Mr. Peng put his hands behind his back, and his face was about to drip - he pulled Huzi out of the illusion.

Being questioned by Mr. Peng like this, Huzi panicked and quickly knelt down: "Master, I was wrong. ”

Mr. Peng ignored Huzi, crossed over to Zhao Shankun and tucked the quilt, then turned around and walked out. Before he walked to the door of the room, he turned his head and said to Huzi: "Kneel." ”

At that time, the sky was already bright, and Zhao Shankun woke up slowly. The sun was shining in, and it was very dazzling. Zhao Shankun hurriedly got up, he got up so late, he missed the time to practice, and he was going to be scolded by the master.

As a result, he just lifted the quilt and saw that he was naked, and then he remembered what happened yesterday. His master, Li Lintang, said that he wanted to teach himself true skills, and took himself to the main hall to do a ritual. Looking back on it now, that taste is really unforgettable. It was as if he was taking a blunt knife and taking off the flesh on his body piece by piece. It's just that my mind has always been very clear, and I can't faint to death in pain, it's very tormenting.

Zhao Shankun shivered hard - he didn't know how he survived. Quickly got dressed, and as soon as he jumped to the ground, he noticed that something was different. The body seems to be much lighter than before, and with a swing of a fist and a lift of the leg, there is a faint sense of breaking the wind. Between the exhales and the breaths, he could feel the warm currents circulating in his body, and finally gathered in the lower abdomen - this should be the dantian - he was finally able to pay attention to what the master meant by the meridians.

This made Zhao Shankun overjoyed, and he couldn't care about anything else, so he pushed the tables and chairs in the room to a corner and played a set of Taizu long fists.

Previously, this kind of routine boxing method, Zhao Shankun didn't feel that there was anything profound. When Li Lintang taught him, he also said that although Taizu's long fist is the top priority and the mother of a hundred fists, it may not be able to exert ten percent of its power when facing the enemy.

Today, it's a different story. Where the qi rises, where the force goes, that kind of transparent and comfortable feeling is something he has never experienced before. I beat it over and over again, sweating slightly on my forehead, but a voice sounded in my head.

"Boy, don't splurge."

"Who?" Zhao Shankun broke out in a cold sweat. Before entering the ghost house, what he was most afraid of was all kinds of mountain spirits and ghosts - he had been fished by goblins before! Although I have been following Li Lintang for some time, I have seen a lot of these ghosts and gods, but I am still afraid after all. There was no one around, and suddenly something was talking to you, saying that it was a child, and even a big man had to mumble in his heart.

"My name is Song Xiongfang." The voice said, "You just saw me yesterday, and you forgot about me today?" ”

Being so little by Song Xiongfang, Zhao Shankun remembered something again. It seems that there is indeed such a thing, this ability is not his own, it is Song Xiongfang's. This Song Xiongfang was originally a demon who lived in a saber, but now it is connected to his body!

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Shankun had goosebumps all over his body. Obviously I'm afraid of ghosts, but now I'm calling ghosts. And in the future, whether it is walking, sitting and lying, eating, bathing, or sleeping, there will be a "person" watching, how can you think and how uncomfortable? .

"Hahaha," Song Xiongfang laughed, "Little cub, you're very interesting!" It's not what I like, it's you and your master who are begging me. Could it be that you swore a curse yesterday and forgot about it? ”

"Swearing?" Zhao Shankun still felt that his brain was muddy, and he couldn't think of many things. I closed my eyes and thought hard, and then I felt the shadow of yesterday's events. I did swear by myself! He swore that he would use Song Xiongfang's remnant soul to carve his body, and he would definitely practice martial arts. first wanted to avenge his family, and then joined the army for Song Xiongfang, fulfilled his last wish, drove out the Yangyi, and saw the weather of the Qing Dynasty.

The words were indeed said by him, Zhao Shankun, himself. Yes, what is this compared to being able to take revenge?

"Little doll," Song Xiongfang's voice was light, "don't think that if I am on you, you will have no worries." You are small and lightweight, and it takes a lot of effort to hold a knife for a long time. Although a lot of aura is poured into your body, after all, it is not your own cultivation, before you can use it, you are just a beggar holding a golden pot and jade bowl. If you want to fight the enemy, you still have to work hard to cultivate. ”

Zhao Shankun looked at his hands and nodded: "General Song, I must work hard to cultivate." Avenge my family and fulfill your last wishes. ”

"I'm not a general," Song Xiongfang's voice rose higher, "I'm the champion of martial arts!" It is under the jurisdiction of General Shengjing of the Great Qing Dynasty, and the sentry officer of the Mabu battalion is victorious! ”

Zhao Shankun walked out of the house and bumped into Li Lintang head-on. Li Lintang looked at Zhao Shankun, hurriedly stepped forward, half-squatted down, patted his head and asked, "How is it?" Is it better? Song Xiongfang is quite honest, right? ”

Zhao Shankun was a little confused, but as soon as he opened his mouth, it was Song Xiongfang's voice: "You don't want to be noisy, this kid is in love with me, what else can I do with him?" ”

Li Lintang's face turned cold: "Old Song, don't mess around!" This kid's body is still his own, and since you are an old ghost, you should keep a little duty. ”

"Don't bother," Song Xiongfang said through Zhao Shankun's body, "I'm just here to say hello for the first time today and tell you that this kid and I are safe." If there is nothing important in the future, you want to find me, I won't come out! ”

After saying this, Zhao Shankun shivered fiercely, and listened to his own call again. This feeling that his body was not under his control scared him.

Li Lintang saw through his thoughts, and said with a smile: "This carved spell, in the final analysis, is still for self-cultivation, in the future, I will teach you the method of manipulation, you don't have to worry about this old ghost of the Song Dynasty being anti-guest." You go and incense your grandfather first. ”

Zhao Shankun answered, and ran to the front yard. Li Lintang slapped his head and remembered something, and wanted to call Zhao Shankun, but the kid was already running away. Li Lintang had to give up with a wry smile.

Zhao Shankun came to the front yard, and before he entered the main hall, he heard a strange sound - it was the sound of wicker whipping on the flesh. Zhao Shankun lay on the side of the door and quietly looked in. Seeing the tiger lying on the bench with his bare buttocks, Mr. Peng whipped him again and again with a wicker in his hand, and it was a purlin when he fell!

Zhao Shankun shuddered, and quietly retreated - it was better to wait for Brother Huzi to finish beating, and then he would go to incense. lest the gates of the city catch fire, and the fish of the pond may be afflicted.