On the twenty-seventh day of the lunar month, light snow.

Last night's snow had not yet melted, and the dim sky light was scattered through the lead clouds, and the reflection of the snow was dazzlingly white.

There are still three days to go before the 30th anniversary of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and more and more businesses in AllBright are closed, and there are not many pedestrians on the streets, which is frighteningly deserted.

Other places are deserted, but because the merchants are closed, the poor ghosts have no way to go down and return home, which is a little more lively than usual.

Every household is busy removing snow, scrubbing doors and windows, carrying New Year's goods and firewood to their homes, and the sound of contented laughter echoes throughout the sycamore.

Heavy snowfall occurs every year, but abundant years are not common.

Zhang Chu brought a good year to Wutongli.

Of course, in the huge sycamore, there are always some people who have nothing to do with the taste of the New Year.

Yum Dao people are one of them.

The gate of the courtyard where he is hiding is close, and the cold pots and stoves in the courtyard are incompatible with the sycamore immersed in the smell of the New Year.

But the people of Yum Dao don't care about that.

After noon, after lunch, the Yum Taoist stepped out of the house with an elegant ancient silver hand stove in his hand and stood in the courtyard to breathe.

Only a sharp "whoosh" sound was heard, and a feathered arrow shot in from outside the courtyard.

Yum Daoist was startled, and was about to turn around and rush into the house, when out of the corner of his eye, he found that the feather arrow was wrapped in a strip of cloth.

After a closer look, I found that the feather arrow had no arrow.

When the Nine Wolf Mountain bandits in the house heard the movement, they quickly picked up their swords and axes and rushed out, and saw that the Baisheng Daoist in the courtyard was bending down to pick up a feather arrow.

Someone asked, "Strategist, what's the matter?"

Yum Dao waved his hand without looking back, "It's okay, put away your blade!"

"Yes!"

The bandits respectfully turned around and went back to the house, putting away the swords and axes in hand.

The Yum Daoist removed the strip of cloth and looked at it a few times, and his face became a little gloomy.

On the day the mule was abducted by this group, the swarthy passer-by Jia who Zhang Chu had seen came out, saw the face of the Baisheng Daoist, and asked in a curious whisper: "Strategist, what happened?"

The Yum Dao man casually threw the strip of cloth to him, "Look at it yourself!"

Passer-by A man opened the strip of cloth and saw two lines of words written on it.

The first line is "Dachai Hutong, red flowers in front of the door, 50,000 catties." ”

He was stunned for a moment and asked, "What is this?"

The Yum Taoist stomped in the courtyard and said without looking back, "Grain!"

The passer-by A man appeared with joy on his face, and said, "It's all done so quickly, this blood cat is really capable!"

"You know what?"

Yum Dao reprimanded him impatiently, "The so-called cat has a cat road, a mouse has a mouse road, he Zhang Chu is the head snake in the west of the city, don't say 100,000 catties, it is a million catties, give him some time and he can make it up!"

Passerby A asked inexplicably: "This grain has been received, why are you still ......?"

Baisheng Daoist didn't answer, he stopped by himself, looked at the sky and sighed: "What a Zhang Chu, what a black tiger hall white paper fan, acting is really leaky, and I can't catch half a handle!"

The passer-by A man was stunned, and suddenly his mouth suddenly opened and asked, "Do you mean, Zhang Chu picked himself very clean in this matter?"

Baisheng Daoist glanced at him, and there was a faint light of disdain in the depths of his eyes like a secluded pool: "Do you believe it or not, even if these 100,000 catties of grain go out of the water, the government can't trace him Zhang Chu's head?"

The passer-by A man said in a lost voice: "How is this possible? This 100,000 catties of grain was purchased by him!"

Yum Daoren sneered and said lightly: "The erector is not enough and conspiracy!"

......

Inside the Black Tiger Hall.

Da Xiong and Li Gouzi stood side by side on the plum blossom pile to practice pile gong.

I saw Li Gouzi sweating like pulp, breathing long like a cow drinking, and the wisps of heat gathered in the Baihui acupoint above his head, like an incense burner, the wind could not disperse, and the snow could not fall.

The big bear was not good, he was panting like a tuberculosis, his clothes were soaked with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water, and his two thick thighs were shaking like chaff, and he could not hold on.

Zhang Chu, who was standing under the pile and observing the two, saw this, and easily jumped on the plum blossom pile with a slight tap of his toes on the ground, stretched out his arms, and put his hands against the vests of the two with his palms.

In the next second, the edges of his ten fingers were glowing with a faint blood light.

With the support of his blood qi, the heat on Li Gouzi's body became even stronger, and the whole person seemed to be in a steamer.

The bear's trembling legs suddenly steadied, and his eager breathing gradually became longer.

Zhang Chu maintained the output of blood and qi, and while ensuring that the blood and qi pouring into the two of them could keep up with their consumption, he also ensured that his own blood and qi would not dominate and completely suppress the operation of the two of them.

It's a technical job, but unfortunately no one appreciates it.

After a while, a guard on duty walked quickly to the plum blossom pile and said in a low voice: "Hall Master, Baisheng Daoist asks to see." ”

Zhang Chu, who closed his eyes and quietly adjusted the output of blood and qi, heard this, his eyelids jumped, and he replied lightly: "I don't see!"

"Yes!"

The guards bowed down and returned to the gate, and after a short time, they came back with a book-sized sandalwood box, standing under the plum blossom pile, waiting quietly.

After more than half an hour, Zhang Chu finally withdrew his hands, took out the silver box from his arms with a pale face, took out a few pieces of ginseng and deer antler velvet and threw them into his mouth.

Even though his blood qi was already three to four times that of ordinary people, it was still a little difficult to maintain the pile skill consumption of two martial arts apprentices at the same time.

"Wake up!"

He whispered.

The two of them, immersed in visualization, heard his voice, their eyelids twitched a few times, and they opened their eyes at the same time.

Li Gouzi exhaled a long breath heartily and shouted, "Refreshing!"

But the big bear staggered, if it wasn't for Zhang Chu reaching out to support him in time, he almost fell headlong.

The surface of their skin was covered with a layer of dirt that exuded a fishy smell.

The difference is that the dirt on the surface of Li Gouzi's skin is dark yellow in color.

The dirt on the surface of the bear's skin is dark brown.

This kind of pile gong effect that is infinitely close to washing the tendons and cutting the marrow is something that ordinary martial arts apprentices can't achieve.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that the two of them have been practicing pile gong for a short time.

Like Zhang Chu, he almost doesn't sweat when he practices pile gong now, but when he breaks down every morning, the color will be a little darker than usual.

"How does it feel?"

Zhang Chu asked.

"It's a little sore. ”

This is the answer of the big bear.

"It's very cool!"

This is Li Gouzi's answer.

Zhang Chu couldn't help but glance at Li Gouzi, and secretly said that there is really a ruthlessness in this guy's bones, and in time, it will become a big climate!

The feeling of the end of the martial arts apprentice stage of piling exercises, he knows very well that his back hurts and his legs cramps, which is worse than scoring seven degrees, how can he be connected with the word "cool"?

He didn't say much, stroked the two of them and jumped off the plum blossom pile, and shouted: "Come on, help the two eldest brothers to wash!"

As soon as the words fell, four people rushed in the courtyard, helping them to walk slowly into the hall.

Zhang Chu picked up a sweat towel from the plum blossom stake and wiped his hands, and beckoned to the guards on the side.

The guards respectfully presented the sandalwood box in their hands to Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu opened the sandalwood box and saw a white-skinned thread-bound book lying inside, with the three big characters "Tianshuang Knife" written on the cover.

He took out the cheats and looked at them a few times, and saw that there were sketch-like villains drawn inside, and on the side of each villain, there were tips on the knife technique written in small letters.

He muttered for a few breaths and said in a long voice, "Prepare the car!"