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July is a fire, and in the blink of an eye, there is only a tail left in midsummer, and the autumn wind is gradually rising, blowing yellow leaves.

It's been nearly four months since the earthquake that nearly turned Gualingdu over.

It's been four months since Meng Shuai crawled out of the rubble.

With a sigh, Meng Shuai woke up from his meditation, dizzy, as if he had just gotten up. The setting sun shone obliquely through the window, and the ground in front of him was golden red.

It's out of school!

Meng Shuai jumped up all of a sudden, jumped a little higher, and the thatched shed creaked, and a few straws fell down in a flicker.

"Alright?" an old voice sounded behind him.

Meng Shuai turned around and saw an old man with a white beard standing behind him, looking straight at him, pulling the corners of his mouth, and said, "Teacher, I'm going home." ”

"Hmm. The old man raised his head slightly and asked slowly, "Are you coming back tomorrow?" Although his voice was hoarse, there was a little nervousness in his tone.

Here we go again, here we go again!

Meng Shuai scolded and replied categorically: "Teacher, I promise to come tomorrow." And it will come every day. ”

The old man relaxed, said "um", stopped talking, and slowly turned his back.

Meng Shuai breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his water cup from the ground, bowed to the old man, and walked out of the thatched hut facing the sunset. Before leaving, he poured the remaining water from the water cup into the flower pot outside the house.

A gust of autumn wind blew, Meng Shuai shivered, the half-asleep state just now completely dissipated, and he hit his head depressedly, and said, "I'm going to come tomorrow." ”

As a modern white-collar worker, it was already very unpleasant to pass through accidentally, and it was easy to come to the world where martial arts are thriving, and for a full four months, I wasted a day listening to the old man repeat a sentence every day, practicing the ghost kung fu that sleeps as soon as I get started, and gets out of class when I wake up, which makes people vomit blood just thinking about it.

I really don't know how my predecessor survived five years. Anyway, he stayed up for four months, and he really couldn't stand it - for four months, he went out day and night, and he did whatever he did as a night owl.

Meng Shuai didn't want to leave the small courtyard and practice boxing with his classmates in the square, strengthen his muscles and bones, and sweat like rain, then he was happy!

However, he also has reasons why he can't give up.

One of the reasons was that Meng Shuai turned his head and glanced at the thatched hut behind him, which four months ago was a tiled house - this old man was too pitiful.

As the head of the school, the kid possessed by Meng Shuai is already his only apprentice, if Meng Shuai also leaves, this old man who has long been regarded as a liar will definitely be kicked out and live on the streets, freezing and starving to death.

For Meng Shuai, it was easy to leave, but for the old man, it was a life. Although this old man named Shui Lao didn't know how old he was and seemed to have some signs of dementia, Meng Shuai could feel that he was also worried about this matter.

So when Shui Lao repeated the question every night and tirelessly asked, "Will you come again tomorrow?" he could only reply: "I will definitely come." ”

Of course, that wasn't the only reason he decided to stay.

Let him stick to the thatched hut for four months and practice constantly, another and most important reason is here.

Slowly closing his eyes, his soul seemed to have been summoned by something, and gradually drifted away, until a piece of black earth appeared in front of him.

It was a strange land, not big from his bird's-eye view, about the size of half a basketball court, surrounded by a thick fog, shaped like an island.

In the middle of the black soil, there is only one huge tree, which reaches through the sky and the earth, as if it is not a mountain, supporting the whole world. But its appearance is as green as a sapling, with only a small crown on the stem, but in the center there are two clips like a flytrap.

The two leaf clips clamped one thing firmly, and it fell crookedly, and a few green fruits grew on the canopy.

And next to the tree, there was an ugly gray protrusion. At first glance, it looks like a rock, but when you look closely, you can see two large eyes bulging out, clearly a sculpture-like toad.

I don't know where this land came from, but after Meng Shuai crossed over, every time he dreamed, he could wander again. Although he was not allowed to enter, he was never able to step on the soil in any form, but he knew it.

This land, this tree, this toad, are all their own.

He is also a person who has watched novels and TV for so many years, how can he not know that this may be a little benefit that he has received for his life again?

In this unknowable world, having a golden finger by your side, no matter what its use, can make people feel at ease. But since Meng Shuai appeared in this place, he didn't feel at ease, he only felt bad.

The reason for this is that the thing caught in the leaves of this huge flytrap-like plant, although it is not clear to see, still peeks out of the middle of the leaves, a pair of shoes.

A pair of sneakers, and a pair of corner jeans.

This is his foot.

Although he changed his body, he used that body in his previous life for more than 20 years, how could he not recognize it?

In his memory, when he was traveling far away, he stepped on the cliff and fell, and he didn't find the old man under the cliff, but crossed into the other world.

Well, since it's a soul piercing, it turns out that the body designation is invalid, and that's fine, but what happened to let him see that his body in his previous life was caught by fly grass and digested a little bit?

In the past four months, he has seen his jeans suffocate little by little, and this bit of flesh and blood must have been fed to the saplings.

The most infuriating thing is that this flytrap tree was able to eat him, thanks to Meng Shuai.

Moving his gaze upwards, above the black mist, a round of sun hangs.

Saying that it is the sun, it is too far away from the big fireball outside, at most it is a brighter light bulb.

But it's such a light bulb, and it's not easy to make.

Originally, the world was pitch black, only a hazy mist. Every time he practiced that ghost kung fu, a glimmer of light burst into the sky, and over time, the current little light bulb was formed.

This small bulb is not only small, but also if it is not charged for a day, it will dissipate a little, and every time there is a little less light, the fog will close a point, although Meng Shuai can not monitor the behavior of the flytrap, but it is expected that it will not be able to absorb nutrients without sunlight.

It stands to reason that in order to keep the remnant body, he should not provide energy, but Meng Shuai also let it out, and the dead body can be used as a memorial, not to mention that he has eaten half of it when he drags it out now. He had to see what the flytrap could do after it had eaten.

If it doesn't spit out the bones after eating, just wipe its mouth, and Meng Shuai will definitely burn the bird tree.

Looking at the way it has been these days, it has eaten almost.

On the black earth, a sneaker fell.

That means that the bones holding the sneakers have completely melted away, and it has lost its strength and falls.

Thinking of this, Meng Shuai sincerely wanted to vomit.

But from the bottom of his heart, he also felt a ray of lightness - and the last trace of concern in his previous life, finally completely disappeared.

It's just that the flytrap hasn't shown any useful signs so far, and the few things that look like they might be fruits are still green, even if they are ripe, and they can't seem to be eaten......

Give you another three days, don't show your value, don't expect me to provide you with any more energy, starve you alive and kill this thing.

Thinking viciously, Meng Shuai opened his eyes.

Shui Lao's small courtyard, in the innermost part of the school, Meng Shuai has to go out of the gate, and he has to pass through a two-story courtyard and a playground. He was late for school, and the children outside had long since dispersed. After all, most of the children in the town come from ordinary families, and when they are a little older, they have to share the work of the family, and their parents will not be happy to practice for four or five hours a day. School is usually out in the afternoon.

Every day when Meng Shuai walked through the playground, all he saw was empty yellow earth.

Today is different.

There were people on the playground.

On the yellow earth, a thin figure is dancing with a big iron spear in his hand.

The body was as light as flying, and the big spear swirled and flew like a dragon, dancing into a blurred black shadow in the darkness of the evening.

Someone is practicing guns!

Meng Shuai suddenly became interested, there are many people who practice boxing in this school, but few people practice guns, and even fewer people practice guns so late, at least he hasn't seen it yet. Seeing a rare scene this time, I couldn't help but take a few steps.

As he got closer, Meng Shuai could feel the strong wind brought by the iron spear blowing towards his face, affecting several feet, forcing him to not get close for a while.

The man who danced the gun was a boy about the same age as Meng Shuai, dressed in white clothes, clean and neat, compared to the big iron gun of one foot and eight inches, his body was too short, but his posture was vigorous, and he was not heavy at all.

This kid is ......

Meng Shuai remembered, it seemed to be a student in the academy, named Fang Qingyan.

That's the name, right?

Meng Shuai sleeps in the backyard at sunrise these days, returns at sunset, can't shrink out, and basically has no intersection with other children of the same age, it is not easy to call his name in Fang Qingyan's face, or because this name is very martial arts protagonist style He is impressed, as for the character of this child, it is completely unknown.

All he knew was that the gun was really good.

But seeing Fang Qingyan's big spear brushing in the air, like a poisonous dragon drilling into a hole, he shook the spear flower, and actually pierced the shadow of five spear heads.

The head of the gun is divided, that is the table after the five tigers have practiced skillfully and flowing, the head of the school, the famous "iron arm gun" Hou Lin, can only pierce five gun heads.

Could it be that this kid has the same attainments as Hou Jiaotou, who has been practicing guns for decades?

After playing with a set of guns, Fang Qingyan put away the gun and stood up, exhaling a long breath, his chest was a little undulating, and he obviously felt tired.

Smack!

Applause rang out.

Fang Qingyan frowned, and when he turned around, he saw a round-faced boy smirking and applauding himself, and his face sank and he glared at him.

Out of politeness, Meng Shuai applauded Fang Qingyan to express his admiration, but seeing that he was not very happy, he put it down, coughed, and praised: "Good kung fu." ”

Fang Qingyan looked at him from top to bottom and said, "It turned out to be you." ”

Meng Shuai smiled again and nodded--although he didn't know anyone else, because of his behavior of sticking to Shui Lao for five years, he was already quite famous, and he was also a celebrity among children, of course, his reputation was not very good. He cleared his throat and said, "Your gun is good, and you are no longer under the head of the Hou sect." ”

Fang Qingyan snorted softly, and Meng Shuai continued: "However, isn't it too early?"

Fang Qingyan was stunned, and Meng Shuai continued: "Actually, you don't need to be in such a hurry to practice heavy weapons. Those of us who practice martial arts, from the beginning of piling, accumulating strength, practicing loose muscles and bones, accumulating strength, and learning boxing, have entered the realm of 'practicing boxing'. Tong guò practice boxing, with hands, eyes, body, law, step, all in one, you can go out and fight with people, this is the realm of 'walking horses'. Break through again, the qi is poured into the inner house, the five organs are strong, and when it reaches the realm of 'weightlifting', it gives birth to several times the strength of ordinary people out of thin air, and it is considered to have entered the threshold of martial arts masters. I see that your hands and eyes are one, and your body moves at will, you should have reached the peak of the realm of walking horses, one step away from the realm of weightlifting, and then choose heavy weapons according to your own strength, wouldn't it be more convenient?"

After thinking about it, Meng Shuai added: "Don't learn from them, many people can't break through the realm of weightlifting in their lifetime, so they practice regardless of it in order to pursue temporary force." In fact, refining heavy weapons at such a young age, first, it hurts the muscles and bones, which will have a bad impact on the future, and second, when you come to the weightlifting realm, the blade will not be stopped, and you have to practice again, so isn't it troublesome? Why are you in a hurry?"

Fang Qingyan was silent when he heard this, and after a while, he suddenly said coldly: "You know a fart." ”

Meng Shuai suddenly felt a heat on his face, and at the same time, he was flushed with red tides, all the way to his neck, and said, "What did you say?"

Fang Qingyan said: "I said that you don't know where you heard a crooked reasoning, and you want to show off in front of me, you are not worthy." As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.

Meng Shuai was so angry that his fingers were cold, and he shouted: "You stop me......! Don't be too ignorant, I kindly persuade you, it's really kind to be bitten by a dog. How do you hurt people?"

Fang Qingyan said: "Because I look down on you." There was finally an undisguised trace of contempt in his expression, "All the children in this courtyard, I look down on you only - the beggars on the street are better than you." There are people who practice boxing in this courtyard, some have good qualifications, and naturally there are also stupid people who can't even beat a set of boxing techniques. There are rich people in the family, and there are poor people who just want to eat a free lunch here. But they all know how to be motivated, and you alone know how to eat and wait for death. ”

Meng Shuai repeated: "I'm going to eat and wait for death?"

Fang Qingyan said: "Isn't it? So many people can see that the old man is a liar, and I see that the one on your shoulder is also a head, can't you see it? Why do you still have to practice there for several years? It is obvious that you are hiding in the house and being lazy, afraid of hardship, afraid of wind, afraid of sweating in the sun like others! At such an old age, you eat, drink, and sleep at home, and in the school, saying that you are eating and waiting for death, it is cheaper for you. You are a hundred pounds of white flour steamed out of a paste cake - a waste snack. ”

He scolded meanly, Meng Shuai was violent at first, and then slowly calmed down, after listening, he nodded calmly and said, "Okay, you come out with me." ”