Zhou Heng, who had been concentrating on martial arts in the martial arts hall for a day, didn't know what he had become outside.

It's almost dusk.

Coming out of the martial arts hall, Zhou Heng walked on the way home, only to realize that the people around him looked at him a little differently.

The young man looked at himself with envy.

The young woman looked at her with admiration.

The middle-aged men and women looked at themselves with admiration.

When the old man and lady pass by, they will also take a good look at themselves, and then sigh in a low voice that people are more popular than people.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Heng felt that something was wrong, he touched his face, and said secretly: "Am I handsome again?"

Although he is already quite handsome, who would refuse to become more handsome?

After all, whether it is the earth or the world, many times it is about looking at the face.

For example, when opening a lucky bag.

It wasn't until he bought two catties of pork ribs from a pork shop that he knew that people paid attention to him not only because he was handsome, but also because he was a seventeen-year-old Jiupin.

How did Zhou Heng know?

Because when he went to buy ribs, the butcher was beating the child with a knife.

He was still muttering:

Let you not practice martial arts well, let you be lazy, look at Zhou Heng, seventeen years old is nine grades, his mother is thirteen, and he can't even take a horse step, I have to ask your mother when I turn around, are you cuckolding Lao Tzu, why are you so lazy!?

Zhou Hengchu still remembered that when he came out, the butcher's wife happened to enter the door, and after hearing the butcher's words, he directly picked up the pig-killing knife next to him and walked over.

The butcher had to be blessed with himself.

Carrying two catties of pork ribs and a catty of freshly bought lotus roots, I looked at the sunset in the distance, and the sky was full of red clouds.

Walk on the way home.

Zhou Heng only felt that this was life.

Today he plans to treat himself and stew a lotus root pork rib soup to drink.

Tomorrow he has to go to the martial arts hall early.

The owner will personally grant him a new status that is different from that of an apprentice, and at the same time assign him a separate practice room.

The point is –

Tuition is free!

Lunch Package!

This made Zhou Heng feel full of happiness.

Although there is no convenient Internet, no computers, and no games, it seems that it is not bad to be so leisurely and stable, and to see your progress every day.

The only fly in the ointment is that there is not enough money to spend.

In order to save, the two catties of pork ribs he bought were specially selected as leftovers, the cheapest kind.

The stew does not taste like it when it is drunk on earth.

...... It would be nice if I could have the opportunity to go back to Earth to see, and I don't know if the parents on Earth are doing well.

It's been two and a half years.

Thinking of this, Zhou Heng's heart couldn't help but have some emotions that he had deliberately suppressed for a long time, and he shook his head, letting the lights and shadows that flashed in his mind disperse.

"It's useless to think about these things now, practice hard, practice martial arts, and practice the Dao Fa!" In fact, he was used to this kind of psychological adjustment, and said to himself silently: "Only when you are strong can you have everything!"

This is not a calm and peaceful world.

The scene he saw two years ago made Zhou Heng clearly know that "immortals fight, and mortals are harmed" is not an empty sentence.

Suppose that when the two high-grade warriors were fighting, they passed through his village, and none of the local people, including himself, would survive.

It is impossible to preserve even the bones.

In addition to these "immortals" that exist on the surface, there are also ghosts and evil things that breed secretly.

"Step by step, let's get the quota of the outer disciples of the Changxing Sect first.

"At least sixty taels a year, and ten taels of silver, the opportunity to rent a medium house in Changxing Building for a year cannot be missed.

"It's a bloody thing!"

......

Before he could get out of the city, Zhou Heng confirmed that someone was following him.

It was a young man wearing a white brocade robe, wearing a crown of white jade hair, not tall, and even a little slender.

It made him feel a little baffled.

I don't seem to have offended anyone, why would someone follow me?

And judging from the sound of this person's hidden footsteps, as well as the agility of his actions, he is at least a ninth-rank martial artist, or maybe even an eighth-rank martial artist.

So, when approaching the city gate, Zhou Heng stopped at a remote alley.

There is no one left or right.

Only the figure following behind was hiding.

"Come out. Zhou Heng said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency is following me, what do you want?"

“......”

“......”

No one spoke.

No one came out either.

Quiet as a chicken.

"Come out!" Zhou Heng said in a low voice, his voice was not small, and at the same time, his hand was already on the knife.

Bang Dang!

The sound of stepping on something came from a corner.

"Oh!

Immediately, I saw the handsome and soft-looking young man wearing a white brocade robe walking out of the corner.

Compared to when she was in the teahouse, she had an extra folding fan in her hand.

"This boy ......" she smiled, and was about to say hello to Zhou Heng when she flicked the fan in her hand.

Syllable!

She should have thought about the appearance of Mr. Storyteller, and opened the folding fan in her hand in a dashing manner, but who knew that this time the force was too strong, and the folding fan she just bought was split directly from the middle, and the fan surface was torn into two pieces.

The wind that blew when the fan cracked also blew the mustache on her lips crookedly.

It's just that she herself is unaware of this.

Zhou Heng looked stupid, what is this guy doing??

Performance art??

"This, this, accident, just accident. The young man smiled awkwardly, hid the cracked folding fan behind him, and his expression barely returned to normal, "This son, may I ask if you are Zhou Heng?"

"No, I'm not Zhou Heng. Zhou Heng shook his head in denial, but his vigilance in his heart increased sharply.

He had heard Lin Cang talk about some things on the rivers and lakes.

If someone is following or robbing you and asks if you are someone, it means that you may have been assassinated.

The other party's goal is to take your life.

"Huh?" The young man scratched his head, he inquired for a long time, how could it not be, she was a little puzzled: "Aren't you the Zhou Heng who fought with Sun Zhengping and competed for Wang Qingqing's final favor?"

"What's that??" Zhou Heng was stunned.

What is this?

When will I have a big battle with Sun Zhengping and compete for Wang Qingqing? ?

"It's the story told by Mr. Storyteller......" When the young man saw that Zhou Heng actually reacted like this, he was immediately puzzled, and briefly told Zhou Heng what Mr. Storyteller said.

It turns out that there are not only children's love and hatred in it, but even things such as dreams and immortals, and the reincarnation of ancient gods and men have come out.

Of course, the most nonsense is that because Zhou Heng admires Wang Qingqing, he will compete with Sun Zhengping.

Zhou Heng was dumbfounded when he heard this.

Are all the storytellers in this world so?

Doujin also has to talk about the Basic Law!

It's outrageous!

"Do you want to know the follow-up plot?" Zhou Hengqiang endured the desire to complain in his heart, took a deep breath, and said, "I have nothing to say about this, the girl should please go back." ”

"You are the protagonist of the story, how can you have nothing to say?" The young man shook his head, and then she sighed lightly, and then was shocked, retreated again and again, pointed at Zhou Heng, and said in shock: "No, you, how did you find out??"

I'm not blind...... The corners of Zhou Heng's mouth twitched slightly, and he pointed to his lips.

And as long as the brain is normal, when you see this unusually handsome face, you can see that it is a girl.

"Ahh

The girl touched the mustache on her lips, hurriedly straightened up, and then looked at Zhou Heng, "It's okay now, you really don't know the follow-up plot?"

"......" Zhou Heng was speechless and sighed: "Girl, you better go home early, so as not to be deceived outside." ”

He was reminded from the heart.

After all, this girl's brain doesn't seem to be very useful.

"Hmm. The girl's eyes rolled, glanced at the ribs Zhou Heng was holding in her hand, and said with a smile: "Then I'll pay you to tell me, how about it?"

Belch?

She judged from the ribs I bought that I was short of money?

Zhou Heng was a little surprised, but still shook his head and said, "I'm not that kind of person...... Well...... How much does it cost?"

"One hundred taels. The girl smiled.

"Deal!" Zhou Heng nodded immediately, very decisively, making the girl a little stunned.

......

The golden crow hung low, and the rays of the setting sun fell through the leaves on a path in the woods.

An richly decorated carriage drove slowly.

In this carriage was a young man who looked to be in his twenties, holding a sword and sitting quietly, with handsome features and slightly dark skin, like a complexion that was often exposed to the sun.

It is the personal disciple of the law enforcement elder of the Changxing faction, a young handsome man who ranks ninety-nine on the list, and Kong Chengshun, who is already the "Luoxia Flying Sword" of the eighth grade of martial arts at the age of twenty-three.

Bang bang.

At this moment, there was a knocking sound outside the carriage, and someone asked, "Senior Brother Kong, there is a letter from the flying pigeon to you." ”

Kong Chengshun slowly opened his eyes and said, "Who's?"

The voice outside said: "It's Huang Jingfu, the owner of the Tongchang Martial Arts Pavilion, does Senior Brother Kong want to see it?"

"Don't look. Kong Chengshun said lightly: "It's burned." ”