That night, Lao Huang came back, obviously without gain, but it seemed that he had some clues, and then said that he would continue to go out tomorrow.

Late at night, the stars are shining, as if to indicate that tomorrow will still be sunny.

Lao Huang checked Xia Guang's progress, obviously amazed, and at the same time, he was relieved, only full of enthusiasm.

As an agent of the wind factory, he is ruthless and cunning, and he is a frequent visitor to the Shura field, but for the sake of the royal family, he would rather pretend to be a low-key old servant and stay in the Huangpu family for ten years.

I'd rather die with a long sword than live peacefully.

Lao Huang saw that the little boy's potential was so strong, and he also redoubled his efforts to collect medicine, and asked the medicine boy in the mountains yesterday, saying that it was the red grass in the luan cage, and the three white flowers of maple leaves, all of which had been seen in the back mountains, but yesterday it was getting dark, and in order to come back before the city gate closed, he did not go to explore deeply.

Before dawn this morning, he boiled the water, opened the medicine bag, poured it into it, covered it with a thick wooden lid to keep it warm, and then hurried away.

Xia Guang changed into his practice clothes, practiced the eight sets of exercises in one go, and then jumped into the medicinal soup.

Just then, a scream came from the gray wall.

"You're a hooligan!" came the girl's voice.

Xia Guang looked up at the past, the girl's apricot eyes and cheeks, her neck was snow-white, and the green silk was pulled into a braid hanging from her left shoulder, don't have a little butterfly, he was about to say something, the girl covered her eyes with both hands, and snorted, like a frightened white rabbit retracted.

It's a member of the Tang Gate.

Xia Guang made a judgment at the first moment, and coincidentally, this girl is still a little familiar, it is Tang Rou, who helped him promote the supervision of the rivers and lakes in her previous life, and the beauty on the Hundred Flowers List.

Tangmen is far away in Xishu, what are you doing here in Jiangnan?

He didn't care about what the girl said about "playing hooligan", because he was doing his own thing, walking according to his own steps, why should he care about external voices?

The boy breathed a sigh of relief and soaked himself in the wooden barrel, feeling the heat of the medicinal soup invade every inch of his skin, his skin gradually turning red, and the ends of his hair were wet and soaked in water.

In the midst of the medicinal decoction, he sat at the same time and stretched properly.

When he put on his practice clothes again, the young man had another day of practice, perhaps because of "sincerity to the golden stone", the muscles wrapped in his stone blue practice suit were already bulging, and the whole body set off was quite refined.

But in the following time, the girl next door did not appear, as if she peeked at the man taking a shower, which made her unacceptable, so she could only slip away and run away.

That night, Lao Huang came back, a small cloth bag filled with a few flowers and plants with roots still wrapped in soil, he was obviously a little tired between his eyebrows, but when he came to his mouth, he just said, "There are still two flavors of medicine, and I will change a few stores tomorrow to try my luck."

After checking Xia Guang's progress, Lao Huang couldn't help but be a little stunned, this nameless body forging technique was used to select the Shadow Heavenly Son, and its strength and density were very difficult to support, and the little boy seemed to have practiced well in just three days?

People can lie, but the body can't, the little boy originally had a somewhat vain body, but now under the skin, there are faintly bulging muscles, and although he is tired, there is a look between his eyes.

"Lao Huang, I... How's the progress of the practice?" the boy seemed to be a little worried, he seemed to have tried his best, but if he couldn't catch up with the progress like this, he would just speed up tomorrow.

People don't live to fight for a breath?

In the two major families in the south of the Yangtze River, and even further away, everyone knows that the little son of the Huangpu family is a prodigal gentleman, spending all his time drinking, indulging in fireworks and willow lanes, and pestering the genius of the Murong family, Murong Xue.

I don't say it in the open, but I don't know how many people think of the sentence "It's really a toad that wants to eat swan meat".

But ask yourself, didn't he put in the effort?

When he practiced martial arts, he wanted to win a smile from the beauty, and he sweated like rain, but which of those martial artists really taught him?

The reason, he knows, and understands.

Huang Pu Nian, the head of the Huang Pu family, has four children, but the boy only has Huang Pu and himself.

Huang Pu was born to the daughter of a big force who even needed to marry even the Huang Pu family, but he was nominally just born to a wild woman on the rivers and lakes.

To put it bluntly, the Huangpu side is the real heir of the Huangpu family, and he is just a lucky wild seed.

Who, which idiot, will seriously teach him?

The martial artists of the family are very smart, and stupid people can't become warriors.

Later, another suitor of Murong Xue provoked him, provoked him, and then punched him away, making him lie on the ground, looking up at the snow-white skirt, and a contemptuous smile, only this old servant leaned over and helped him up, and then sighed and said, "Childe, let's not practice, ah."

At that time, I still remember that it was heavy rain.

Looking up is a pair of indifferent boots, then looking up is a sneering look, and up is the Jiangnan umbrella that is held, like peach blossoms floating on the Jiangnan ink.

All of them were decent people, except for the old dog-like servants, who were bent over, bent over, supporting the beaten and dying young man, turning around, stepping on the muddy dirt road, trembling and shaking step by step, just like that, on the way back and forth, on the way back.

There were also the words "self-sufficient" behind him, and the sound of laughter was also transmitted from the shadows and rubbed into the wind.

"Lao Huang, what's wrong with you?"

Xia Guang asked again.

The old servant's obviously tired face showed a relieved smile, he suddenly rubbed his eyes, shook his head and said: "It's nothing, Childe continues, the old servant is looking forward to the day when you practice this body forging technique, go to bed early, eat some yellow beef before going to bed, and don't drink the wine." ”

"But Lao Huang, you haven't said how well I practice?"

The old servant said: "The performance is good, but there is still work to be done." ”

"Okay. Xia Guang nodded, and went back to his house to rest.

Although his face was feminine and fierce, the servant who was hiding in his old state quietly walked out of the door and sat under the eaves of the courtyard.

The bright moon was in the sky, just a shadow.

"Maybe thanks to the blessing of the son, it won't be long before the old servant can hold the sword again, when the time comes, I will carry the halberd for you, where you go, where the old servant will accompany you. Ling Juehu looked up at the ice wheel in the sky, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"I'd rather die with a long sword than live peacefully. ”

He didn't smile nicely, but he had a fierce sense of ease.

There are still seven madhi flowers, white mulberry and motherwort two-flavor medicine, that medicine is born, there are often long insect poisons to guard, tomorrow I will go to the mountain to try my luck.

Next.

Xia Guang's set of body forging exercises has been practiced in a good way, and there is no initial embarrassment at all, but the girl next door is not climbing to the wall to watch and applaud.

It's like it's gone.

After the boy finished brewing the medicinal soup, he practiced hard until noon.

In the small charcoal stove there is pork rib soup that the old servant got up early in the morning to simmer, the yellow beef left over from last night in the oily paper packet, and the brown rice cooked in the small iron pot but is a little cold.

In these years, salt is very expensive, but the old servant is not stingy, how much should be put and how much to put it, the soup that the little boy drinks will never be bland, just like the two of them, it is destined not to be ordinary.

Just as Xia Guang was eating, on the other side of the gray and white wall, there was the sound of a chair dragging again, and the girl with the little horns was lying on the side of the wall again, revealing a pink little face, and coughed lightly, "Hey, do you eat chili peppers?"