Looking at Zhang Xiaohu, who was still asleep, Tan Zong sighed.

"Juehui, you go and fetch a basin of water, and I will help you wipe this child's wound in a while."

"Yes, Master."

Chen Lang said and quickly fetched a basin of water and a clean rag from outside.

The clothes on Zhang Xiaohu's chest had been glued together with the scarred wounds, and in order to be able to clean his wounds, he had to tear the clothes on his chest open.

With a stabbing sound, the clothes were torn off Zhang Xiaohu's chest, and Zhang Xiaohu also woke up from the pain of the wound.

Chen Lang also hurriedly took the washed rag to scrub Zhang Xiaohu's wounds at this time.

Looking at Zhang Xiaohu, who was forcibly enduring because of the wound being touched, Chen Lang couldn't help but reach out and hold him down, telling him not to move.

"It may hurt a little, you bear with it."

As he spoke, Chen Lang continued to wipe his wounds.

"No, it hurts!"

Listening to Zhang Xiaohu gritted his teeth, Chen Lang secretly thought in his heart that it was no wonder that he was able to take revenge in the movie and become one of the thirteen stick monks, not only because he was the protagonist, but also because of his strength.

After Chen Lang cleaned his wounds, Tan Zong immediately put the prepared ointment on his chest.

"Master, thank you."

Zhang Xiaohu, who had recovered some vitality, got up slightly and thanked Chen Lang and Tan Zong.

Chen Lang hurriedly pressed him to the bed and let him lie down well.

"I'll talk about it when I'm well."

At this moment, Sekong and the others also ran into the room with the boiled field chicken porridge.

"Master, Tian Ji Porridge."

"And two eggs that I didn't have time to deliver!"

Wukong smiled and took out two eggs from his arms and said.

"This girl has a good heart."

Tan Zong took the two eggs, and put the eggs into the field chicken porridge with a sip.

Flawless, Chen Lang doesn't have a good impression of this unlucky girl, thinking that when he followed Tanzong and them to carry water, this girl let the dog bite herself three times, Chen Lang would have a trace of reverie about this beauty, but now there is only a lot of resentment left.

Seeing Tan Zong take the porridge to feed Zhang Xiaohu, Chen Lang hurriedly stepped forward and took the porridge bowl.

"Master, I'll feed him."

As a result, after the porridge bowl, Chen Lang gently tasted a small bite and tested the temperature, but the chicken porridge with eggs and eggs tasted really good, much better than the big pot of rice in the room.

Wukong and the others saw Chen Lang taste a small bite, and immediately asked him, "Senior brother, how does this chicken porridge taste?" ”

"It tastes pretty good!"

Chen Lang's eyes rolled and said with a wicked smile.

Tan Zong looked at them, and couldn't help but show a smile on his face.

"You boys, get out quickly, don't disturb people's rest!"

Chen Lang watched several of his senior brothers being blasted out by the master with their heads drooping, and the smile on his face became heavier.

"You kid has a bad stomach."

Tan Zong said and patted Chen Lang on the head.

"Master, don't be afraid, my head will be slapped."

"You, the spirit boy, have been reincarnated as fools, so aren't we even as good as fools?!"

After reprimanding Chen Lang with a straight face, Tan Zong also walked out of the room.

"Take care of this child."

"Leave it to me, don't worry, Master."

Then Chen Lang picked up the porridge bowl with a moderate temperature and fed Zhang Xiaohu spoonful by spoonful.

Zhang Xiaohu was eating the porridge handed by Chen Lang with tears in his eyes, the revenge of killing his father was not shared, and he had no ability to take revenge.

Seeing Zhang Xiaohu's depressed appearance, Chen Lang couldn't say anything, so he had to let him finish the porridge first.

"You have a good rest, even if you want revenge, then you have to take care of your body to take revenge."

With that, Chen Lang packed up the dishes and chopsticks and walked out of the room.

In this way, in the next few days, the injured Zhang Xiaohu was handed over to Chen Lang to take care of.

Chen Lang's brothers and sisters also found out, these days this little junior brother doesn't know what's wrong, the practice is much harder than before, it was okay to stand on the pile for an hour every day, but Chen Lang stood for two hours, and the hard work of practicing every day made these hard-working monks secretly admire.

Soon, another half a month passed, and it had been more than a month since Chen Lang came to the world of Shaolin Temple.

And the injuries on Zhang Xiaohu's body are almost better, after all, the injuries on his body are only flesh wounds, and the frogs that Chen Lang's senior brothers catch every day plus a bowl of goat's milk and two eggs every day from Wufang, of course, the injuries on his body are healed quickly.

Zhang Xiaohu's food made these hard-working monks envious, and sometimes Chen Lang would take the opportunity to take care of Zhang Xiaohu to deliberately taste the food belonging to Zhang Xiaohu in front of his group of senior brothers, so that his senior brothers hated it so much that the roots of his teeth itched.

Chen Lang has had the most contact with Zhang Xiaohu these days, and both of them are seventeen or eighteen years old, so Zhang Xiaohu has long regarded Chen Lang as his best friend.

In the evening, a group of monks even brought Tan Zong to Zhang Xiaohu's room.

But they didn't come to see Zhang Xiaohu, they came to listen to Chen Lang's story.

Speaking of this, Chen Lang was also quite helpless, originally he watched Zhang Xiaohu's silent appearance day by day, and wanted him to get out of this hurdle in his heart, so Chen Lang told him the romance of the gods, at first Chen Lang wanted to tell the story of the four masters and apprentices of Journey to the West, but after thinking about it, there is not even the Tang Dynasty yet, and the background is not right at all, so Chen Lang talked about another mythological epic, the romance of the gods.

Chen Lang's Chinese scores are also among the best in the class, and his storytelling is not bad, and soon Zhang Xiaohu was attracted by the stories he told, but Zhang Xiaohu was not the only one who was smoking, even Tan Zong and his senior brothers were also attracted to it.

Now listening to Chen Lang's list of gods every night here with Zhang Xiaohu has become an indispensable compulsory course for them.

"Nezha whipped the third prince of the Dragon King and pulled out the dragon skin."

Chen Lang spoke for more than an hour, took a sip of the water handed over by Senior Brother in the air, and he slapped his palm.

"If you want to know what happens next, please listen to the next breakdown! That's all for today, and I'll continue tomorrow! ”

As soon as he heard Chen Lang say this, his senior brothers were unwilling, and they were listening to it vigorously, but Juehui, this kid, actually stopped talking.

"Senior brother, let's talk about it."

"Yes, junior brother, what happened to Nezha?"

At this time, Chen Lang could only helplessly look at Master Tanzong, who was still sitting on the side.

In fact, Tan Zong's heart also wanted to hear it, but who made him the master, so he had to blast out this group of monks who were still discussing lively.

But when Chen Lang returned to his room to sleep, his group of senior brothers surrounded him again.

There was no way to be entangled by the senior brothers, Chen Lang could only come up with a killer idea.

"If you don't let me sleep again, I won't tell a story for three days!"

In the end, the brothers had no choice but to let go of Chen Lang, and then got together and began to discuss the next plot.

Looking at the hot brothers, Chen Lang shook his head, which was the same as when he first came into contact with online novels・・・・・・

The next day, Chen Lang and the others still got up as usual to fetch water, but this time there was one more Zhang Xiaohu among them.

Tan Zong looked at Zhang Xiaohu who was following behind and didn't say anything, and acquiesced in him joining the ranks of carrying water.

Chen Lang looked at Zhang Xiaohu, who was carrying two wooden barrels and struggling to keep up with him and the others, he grinned, he was also like this at that time, and he was not even as good as Zhang Xiaohu now.

Zhang Xiaohu's father is also a well-known man in the rivers and lakes, and he is called to stretch his legs.

And Zhang Xiaohu has also learned some martial arts from his father since he was a child, and he doesn't know how much stronger than Chen Lang at the beginning.

There is Zhang Xiaohu as the protagonist compared with himself, Chen Lang also worked harder behind the master and brothers, although his starting point is not as good as Zhang Xiaohu, but Chen Lang does not allow himself to be inferior to Xiaohu who has just come to Shaolin.

After more than a month of life as a Shaolin monk, Chen Lang had gradually adapted to it, so Zhang Xiaohu was left behind by them after a while.

Listening to the sound of the dog barking from behind him, Chen Lang's heart became even more proud, that little girl actually let the dog bite herself three times! The pants were torn several times, and in the end, I was cheeky and asked Master Tanzong to sew them up.

Now he still vividly remembers the laughter of his unscrupulous brothers.

But this time, I finally had someone to keep me company.

When Chen Lang and the others finished picking up water and went to the yard next door to practice, Chen Lang remembered if there was dog meat to eat a few nights?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but swallow.

"What do you want from the mountains and seas?"

Wukong rushed to Chen Lang's side again and said with a grin.

Looking at Senior Brother Wukong, Chen Lang also sighed in his heart that his senior brother deserves the name Wukong, a set of monkey punches are more like monkeys than monkeys, and in terms of boxing alone, Brother Wukong's boxing is the best among these brothers.

"Okay, you guys practice kung fu first, let me see how far you have come!"

Tan Zong looked at Chen Lang and said, Today is the day when they test their kung fu every month.

Chen Lang and his senior brothers scattered out of formation and began to practice their own skills, some practiced fists and feet, some practiced weapons, swords, guns, swords, halberds and everything.

Seeing this situation, Chen knew that this was not what he saw on the day he first came.

Each of Chen Lang's senior brothers has a unique skill that can be used, although the current Shaolin does not have the legend of seventy-two stunts like later generations, but Chen Lang can be sure that there are more than seventy-two stunts in the Shaolin Temple.

And Chen Lang came for the shortest time, only one month, so he could only contact Luohan Quan and Qi Mei Stick, which he was more familiar with.

Chen Lang had just practiced for a while when he heard a burst of laughter from the senior brothers, it turned out that Zhang Xiaohu was lying on the wall watching them practice and was seen by a senior brother, and then this senior brother inserted a dart rope into Zhang Xiaohu's bun.

Seeing this scene, Chen Lang was even more sure that he was blessed tonight.