The leisurely time in the small town is so idle that it is almost impossible to feel the existence of time.

Xiao Yan would still ask Qi Zehui some questions about boxing techniques until he couldn't even answer Mo Q.

The two children get together to learn from each other whenever they are free, the set of beggar boxing is very mysterious, although Qi Zehui only comprehended a few points, but it is enough to deal with Xiao Yan, every few moves after knocking him to the ground, even if he uses bench boxing, it is difficult to turn the tables, which makes Xiao Yan very annoyed, and it also motivates him to study hard and practice hard.

The two of them were tired, so they sat together under the big tree and chatted in the shade. Qi Zehui would tell Xiao Cheng about the beggars' struggle for territory, how the thieves took the money bags, who the prostitutes in the Qinglou picked up every night, and tried to teach Xiao Xiao to roll dice and gamble - but it didn't seem to work.

Xiao Yan also kept the agreement and told Qi Zehui some unheard of novelties: wine made with snake venom will be exciting for a whole day after a sip; the tail of some scorpions can be cut off and stung into a temporary unconscious, and the skin and flesh can be cut without feeling; centipedes cut off the venom glands, and fried and eaten bitter and crunchy...... In addition, there are all kinds of strange flowers, poisonous plants, rare birds and beasts, which make Qi Zehui admire his insight.

However, regarding chatting, the two children also have a little tacit understanding with each other - even though Qi Zehui is addicted to talking, he never says anything about his master; Xiao Ding also deliberately conceals the inhumane experiments he suffered in the past, and chooses to bury the horrific past. On these two points, even though the two of them were curious, they were very curious and did not ask any of them.

Mo Wen also slowly discovered the clues, but he didn't stop it. In his opinion, Xiao Yan was a passerby after all, and sooner or later he would have to leave the martial arts hall to complete his own affairs. As long as he doesn't violate the king's law and doesn't betray morality, he doesn't care who he makes friends with or what he does, and he doesn't want to care about it from the bottom of his heart.

Mo Wen believes in his own vision, Xiao Yan is a good boy.

Because since Xiao Yan stepped into the door of the martial arts hall, he had never caused Mo Wen a little trouble. Even if the average child is no longer his opponent, he still chooses to walk away with his head down when he is bullied, without even a little angry expression.

Even his own group of apprentices who had already grown up were not as stable as him, and from time to time they fought with other martial arts halls, which brought Mo Wen a lot of "surprises".

After decades of breaking around, Mo Wen has also seen children whose whole families have been destroyed by wicked people, either becoming crazy, stupid, or extremely violent and extreme, it is really the first time to see a child like Xiao Yan with such a calm heart.

He didn't doubt the truth of what Xiao Yan told him that day, so he wondered if this kid would vent his emotions elsewhere?

But when Mo Wen saw Xiao Yan crying with the corpse of the little white rabbit he had stolen, he was relieved and confused.

Mo Wen once asked Xiao Yan coldly on a breezy summer night: "When those people bullied you, you could obviously fight back, why didn't you fight back?"

Xiao Yan was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Master and Master are so good to me, for me to eat and wear, if I cause trouble, wouldn't I be too sorry for Master and Master? ”

Mo Wen nodded approvingly, and said no more.

Besides, on weekdays, Xiao Yan is in the martial arts hall, although he always learns a lot slower than others-the moves that others can learn in three days, he may have to practice for half a month-but once he learns it, he is much more solid than others, and he can quickly use it in actual combat. And Xiao Yan's boxing is not as old-fashioned and stiff as others when he first learned, he can be like an experienced old martial artist, and combine the learned moves on the spot to form a set of very practical combos, which is basically impossible for beginners to do, but Xiao Yan did it. This made Mo Wen not know how to evaluate his little apprentice, whether he was stupid and dull, or talented?

Therefore, Xiao Yan's image in Mo Wen's heart is resolute, honest and quite potential, and he suddenly feels that something earth-shattering may happen to this child in the future.

It is difficult to stay in the year, the time is fragile, and in a flash, three years have passed, and three years have passed, and now Xiao Yan is sixteen years old, and he is no longer the thin and stammering little man he was at the beginning.

His delicate appearance has been formed, his body has become stronger and stronger, and he is also familiar with the moves taught by Mo Wen - it is worth mentioning that due to Xiao Yan's slow learning, he only learned nine moves and eleven styles in one of the eighteen moves of Mo Jiaquan, and he learned all the thirty-six styles of bench boxing, which made Mo Wen feel a little guilty, after all, in the eyes of people in the rivers and lakes, bench boxing is too commonplace, and it is completely impossible to meet the conditions of profound martial arts. And Xiao Yan was obsessed with it because of what he said to fool people at the beginning, but the matter has come to this point, and Mo Wen has no choice but to let the situation develop on its own.

But this does not affect Xiao Xiao's current strength. Now the brothers in the martial arts hall have found that if they find this little junior brother again, not only can they no longer throw him around, but they will have to suffer a set of flesh and skin.

Mo Wen also slowly discovered that something was wrong, although the young man in front of him was only fourteen years old, he had an extremely majestic "qi" in his body, commonly known as internal force. It seemed to have been lurking in the dantian before, but since Xiao Yan's accumulated external cultivation and internal qi, this internal force slowly began to operate with the operation of his own muscles and veins.

Mo Wen had tried it with his own hands, the strength in Xiao Yandi's body was different from the internal strength in the ordinary human body, but it was extremely vicious and domineering, not to mention forty years of skill, but it was extremely chaotic, as if it was just parasitic on him, and it could not be completely used by him.

Xiao Yan also vigorously denied that he had studied any internal skills, nor had he received any inheritance from a master, and he himself was at a loss for this matter, so he had no choice but to give up.

At the beginning of the year, the town is beating gongs and drums and putting up lanterns to prepare for this annual Spring Festival.

The Mojia Martial Arts Hall also hung lanterns and pasted peach charms, and Xiao Yan wore a brand-new red cotton coat sewn by his sister, protecting the little sister in his arms and setting off fireworks in the courtyard. "Xiao Yan, come here!" "Okay Master!" Xiao Yan coughed, waved his hand to disperse the smell of sulfur in front of him, and led the little junior sister to trot to Mo Wen.

"Daddy!" the little junior sister let go of Xiao Yan's hand and ran over to hug her with a milky voice.

"Hey, baby girl, come, let Daddy kiss her!" Mo Wen picked up his daughter and spun around in the air a few times, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were very obvious because of the smile. "Na, this is for you!" Mo Wen took out a small string of copper coins braided with red rope from his waist, "Don't spend it first, take it to your mother, and put it under the pillow when you sleep at night." "Thank you, Daddy!" the little sister giggled and ran into the house with a puff of smoke.

Xiao Yan looked at the father and daughter with a smile, with an indescribably complicated look in his eyes.

Mo Wen turned around and looked at Xiao Yan with a smile: "What's the matter, jealous?" Xiao Yan hurriedly said: "Master, where are you, how can I ......" "Okay, okay, okay, you're such an adult, you still don't have a long brain, you can't tell what a joke is!" Mo Wen patted Xiao Yan's shoulder and said with a smile. Xiao Yan scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed, and suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing, he subconsciously dodged to catch it, but found that the copper coin in his hand was also a string of copper coins braided with red rope. "Good skills!" Mo Wen said approvingly.

"Master, you... What are you?" Xiao Yan looked at the copper coin in his hand, a little stunned. "What's this, give you the money, a good omen for the New Year!" Mo asked with a smile. "I... Do I have it too?" "Why can't I have it?" Mo Wen touched Xiao Yan's head with a warm palm, "When the disciples of the Mo Family Martial Arts Hall reach the age of sixteen, they will all send this string of money to the master, and this is true for my father, grandfather, grandfather's grandfather." You are also my apprentice, why can't you have it?"

Xiao Yan's eyes moistened, since he was kidnapped by the old devil when he was eight years old, he never dared to think about such a thing as pressing money. After all, with Gu worm poison as a companion all day long, it is already very good to be alive.

"Okay, okay, I'll go back to the house first, you can go play!" Mo Wen said with a smile.

"Yes, Master!" Xiao Yan took a step back respectfully, kowtowed, and then turned and ran away.

The streets are full of bustling people, with stalls and vendors selling candy gourds, masks, roasted goods, New Year's goods, fireworks, and toys, as well as craftsmen performing juggling puppets and shadow puppets.

In the distance, a few people on stilts, while doing funny and difficult movements, waved the long banner in their hands, on which the words "Congratulations to a certain boss on returning to the Crane Tower to open a good fortune" and "I wish a certain boss a prosperous business in his new store" are written with a brush.

The shops on both sides of the street are full of greased and powdered women, who look at the bustling street scene outside and bargain with the boss with their favorite goods crossed over their waists.

The sugar cake and pork chefs, who are always silent on weekdays, are now noble, and people are rushing to say good things and give gifts, and make reservations for a few places.

The town is full of joy, and the only deserted place is the fireworks that were overcrowded a few days ago. The fairies who took off their heavy makeup showed their fatigue, and looked at the busy figures of every household on the street by the railing, their eyes full of loneliness and confusion.

It's the same New Year, some people are welcoming the New Year, and some people are just repeating last year's days.