When Bello awoke, the tower-like man was gone, and the stocky sheriff stood by him.

"How do you feel when you wake up?" said the chief, after waking up, it is best to move first. "Sheriff Humpty Dumpty has always been very upright, and he will say everything he wants.

Hands and feet don't seem to be their own, they're numb and sore, and they don't have any strength at all. This is a consequence of physical exhaustion.

"What do you think? This technique of fighting is not something you can learn casually! This thing is terrible! It's better to hide as far as you want!" said Bonet to Belo with a serious look, and with his turned nose and dark round face, he looked very funny.

"If you say so, I'm going to die?" Bello asked through gritted teeth, the training room was empty, only he and Humpty Dumpty Sheriff had some echo when they spoke. He tried to get up from the floor with his hands as he spoke, but he didn't expect that his hands were so weak that he didn't even feel sensitive, and he almost fell down several times, and after several attempts, Bello finally sat up.

Looking at the fat sheriff staring at him, he asked, "What time is it?"

Humpty Dumpty Sheriff raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "Ten o'clock, ten o'clock in the morning." It was two hours after fainting. Well. That's two hours. ”

Muttering, Bonet brought a bowl of water to Bello, "Are you thirsty?" ”

Bello felt that his throat was very dry, took the water, and without saying a word, poured it into his stomach. At this time, I felt a little better in my mental state.

He suffered a great deal from this lesson, and he was uncomfortable! Can he not be uncomfortable? He was beaten! He punched himself one after another. Every punch is a struggle between life and death, and when I see a punch coming down, I feel like I will be cut in two. That feeling is completely desperate.

His "keen intuition" told him that the other party was really here at all, and that he really wanted to kill him with one punch! In this hour, he was almost on the verge of collapse, and every time he blocked a punch, the bones that shook all over his body were scattered, and he didn't even have time to turn his thoughts, so he had to block a punch. An hour is all this kind of high-intensity attack, who can stand it?

This is not only physically, but also mentally suppressed in all aspects.

Bello finished his drink and handed the bowl forward

"One more bowl!"

Uncle Humpty Dumpty Sheriff had a good temper, and he took the bowl and gave it to Bello, scooping another bowl.

Bello picked it up, and drank it again.

As soon as he put the bowl down, he raised his eyebrows and exhaled, and a stream of air arrows shot out of his mouth. This time, all the hesitation, decadence, and depression in my heart were spit out.

"Happy"

Sitting up, Belo asked, "Can I go?" and he spoke with undoubted confidence!

"It's okay, it's okay!" replied the short and fat sheriff repeatedly, "The chief said that he could go by himself!" He wished that the whole plague god would leave sooner, and he didn't want to be involved in such a vicious case at all.

"Then I won't bother you, I'll go, I'll see you when I'm free!" Bello also simply said goodbye to Sheriff Humpty Dumpty. He knew that he was afraid that there would be people around him who were secretly spying on him.

Bello didn't go home for the first time, he went around three times and came to Jasmine's house.

Cui Jasmine's house is a small western-style building, and there are small gardens in front and back of the western-style building. The midday sun was unusually bright, and the small white buildings glistened in the sunlight.

This is a rich area, if you want to buy a house here, you can't do it without a bit of identity, your wealth has not reached a certain stage, and no one will sell you if you want to buy it.

Belo went straight to the door of Jasmine's house. There were two carriages parked in front of his house, and I don't know who came to visit.

The bungalows here, behind the gate, have a small guard's room. The doorman lived inside.

Bello walked to the door of the small janitor's room, and someone inside saw him and walked out. Seeing Bello's outfit, the doorman's face suddenly turned dark: "Get out, ask for food and go somewhere else!" Be careful that I let the dog bite you." ”

Bello's clothes were shabby. At the police station, after a sweat. Her hair was a little stranded, and it was a little sticky with dust and debris, and it looked very depressed.

"I'm Cui Jasmine's classmate, the teacher has something for me to tell her, please help call her!" The doorman's attitude, Bello was not angry. After all, your current image is worse than that, and you can't blame others for being hostile to you.

Besides, Bello felt that he came here to borrow some money. This thing is actually no different from calling Hanako. Look down on it. As a human being in two lives, this cheekiness is still there.

Bello also has a bit of a brain, and now this image, if he wants to say that he has something to find someone, the doorman will definitely not listen. He didn't say that he had something to do, but pulled up the teacher's banner and told the doorman: The teacher asked me to tell me, you weigh it yourself, do you want to call people out?

After saying that, the old god Belo stood next to him, found a place that did not interfere with others' walking, and stood there waiting.

The doorman was a middle-aged man, and after listening to Bello's words, he weighed it himself, but was frightened by Bello's momentum, spoke from afar, and asked directly: "What's the matter! Tell me, I'll convey it to you!"

Don't call someone out?

Bello frowned slightly, and then smiled and said: "That's okay, I'll leave it to you, I said, the teacher asked you to remember the original words of the telling: 'Yuzhang Ancient County, Hongdu Xinfu, Xingfen Wing, the ground is connected to Henglu, the three rivers and the five lakes, the control of the barbarian Jing and the introduction of Ouyue, Wuhua Tianbao, the ruins of the dragon light shooting bull fight, the outstanding people, Xu Ru under Chen Pan's couch. Xiongzhou fog column, Juncai Xingchi ......'" Before he finished speaking, he saw the doorman shouting blankly, "Stop, stop, stop!" Stop!", it seems that there is no longer a north to be found.

Bello immediately stopped, looked at the doorman with a puzzled expression, and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

The doorman said angrily: "Just talk about the key points, talk about people!

Bello replied innocently: "That's what the teacher asked me to tell me, I took a long time to write it down, you asked me to say the point, then I have to know what the point is, right? I don't understand, just pass a word, where do you let me go to say the point!"

The doorman was a little speechless, although he felt that something was not quite right, but thinking about it, it was also very likely that those who had read the book would love to make a fool of themselves, and they would make a simple thing that others could not understand. It seems to be eighty percent credible. He thought about it again, and felt that a person like Belo who opened his mouth and said a set of "words" was definitely not called Hanako, and it shouldn't be a big problem to convey it.

"You wait, I'll take a look for you!" said the doorman, and walked inside.

Bello stood in the doorway and waited, trying to feel the heat in his body as he waited. When the sword pose is not used, there is no heat flow in the body. Bello couldn't feel it. What kind of energy substance is this thing called "Dihe"? How can I train it? Can't I exercise it except for the sword pose?

Red Moon Swordsmanship was an enlightenment manual for Bello, and this book opened a gap in his path to martial arts cultivation. This seam, after which the road is very rough. There is no teacher to guide him, and no one to tell him what to do. For example, how to start cultivating Dihe, how to use Dihe, and what targeted training should be done in the future?

No!

Not at all, you need to find out on your own!

It is quite difficult to practice martial arts by yourself, which is roughly equivalent to letting first-grade elementary school students learn mathematics on their own to the same difficulty as advanced mathematics. And the danger is far greater than self-taught mathematics.

If you learn math on your own, you can do it all over again, reorganize concepts, learn definitions, and straighten out your thinking. If you are groping for martial arts by yourself, if you don't practice it in the right place, it may directly lead to physical disability, and there is no chance to start over at all.

While Bello was cautiously pondering what he was going to do next. Out of the western-style building came a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in brand new clothes, without a trace of wrinkles, and the doorman was following the young man.

The young man walked to the gate and saw Bello's outfit, he couldn't help frowning, and asked impatiently, "Are you my sister's classmate?" ”

Not at home? Bello was a little surprised, he was still in class yesterday, and he was not at home today? He first reacted to whether the teenager was lying to himself. You know, every older brother will feel like his sister will have a bunch of flies of the opposite sex around him. Maybe I was also conflicted because of this gender relationship at this time.

"Then has she asked the teacher for leave, today our teacher met me and asked me to tell the classmates in the class that he has something to do, and he will be suspended for two days in the past two days, and there is no need to go to class. "Belo is talking nonsense, Cui Jasmine is not here, so just find a reason to leave. Just follow the other party's words and tell a lie.

"Well, you school, I don't know what's good!Okay, I know about this!" the young man said impatiently to Bello, ignoring him, turning his head and leaving.

"Get out!"

A loud roar sounded behind him like spring thunder. When he turned his head to look, the doorman had walked behind him at an unknown time, and looked at Bello with a sad and angry expression.

Hearing the conversation between Bello and the boy, no matter how stupid the doorman was, he knew that he had been deceived by Bello. This sense of intellectual injury is especially hurtful to self-esteem.

Bello looked at the doorman apologetically, knowing that he didn't say anything now, bowed slightly, smiled helplessly, and turned around to leave this rich area full of luxury.

In the warm afternoon of Belparo, Bello began his second leg of his journey with great sorrow, and Uncle Otto did not know whether he would return home or not, and at this moment, he had to try all the methods he could get his hands on.

Unfortunately, Otto still hasn't returned home, the door of the house is locked, and a layer of dust has fallen on it, and it seems that it has been difficult to find it in recent times.

After thinking about it, Bello came to the temple again, this temple that had existed for many years, it was still the same as before, as if it was old enough and didn't care about getting older.

The deaf and dumb old servant was sweeping the courtyard, and the head of the wanted man was still on the notice board.

Seeing Bello's arrival, the old servant only glanced sideways. Then keep your head down and continue sweeping the floor.

Bello went directly into the courtyard of the temple and found the old god stick lying on a wooden stool, with his eyes closed, motionless, basking in the sun.

I don't know if I heard Bello's footsteps, or if I quietly opened my eyes to see Bello, and when Belo walked up, the old god said: "Yo!

"I haven't borrowed any money! I don't have any money at home!" Belo replied truthfully as he stood next to the old god stick, "How much is my house worth, can I mortgage it to you, and remove the curse for me first?"

"Your house?" the old god servant snorted fiercely with his nostrils, "Just your broken house, how much is it worth? Aren't you crazy? Besides, I'm a god servant, what do you want your house for? Sin, sin! It's a crime to think about it!"

"Then can you owe it first, get rid of the curse first, and I'll pay you back later!" Bello asked in a low voice.

"That's not going to work!" the old man refused, looking arrogant, and Bello hated him so much that he wanted to punch him directly.

"Then how do you say you can get rid of the curse for me!" Belo asked in a pleading tone.

"That can't! That's the money for the temple! I don't count!" the old god swore that this thing was a fee for the gods, and he didn't dare to reduce it.

"Please help me lift the curse, I beg you!" Bello knelt directly in front of the old god stick. When you should be cruel to yourself, you still have to be cruel to yourself, compared to your life, this little face is nothing.

"Yo, you're threatening me!" the old god opened his eyes, stared at Belo viciously, and said, "Okay! I'm your elder at my age, and you should talk to me on your knees." In ancient times, etiquette was like this, when the younger generation saw the elders, they knelt down and replied, why did this good custom disappear. Who are the people now...... Alas!" he patted the handle of his chair and sighed, looking lonely.

Bello stopped talking, kneeling there and not moving.