Zhang Ji Martial Arts Hall can be regarded as famous in Qingluo Town. Since its opening more than ten years ago, it has taught many good players. The dart master of the dart bureau and the head catcher in the yamen have learned boxing in the Zhang Ji Martial Arts Hall.

Moreover, the son of the hall owner, who is the current eldest disciple Zhang Ziwei, a few days ago, accompanied by more than 20 senior brothers, went to sign up to participate in the selection of disciples of the Imperial Spirit Sect, and even said cruelly that the identity of the disciple of the Royal Spirit Sect was as simple as searching for things for him, and he got it with his hook hand.

This scene was naturally seen by many aunts in the neighborhood of Qingluo Town who love to watch the excitement, and they twittered one to ten, ten to hundred, talking about painting sound and color, and even adding oil and vinegar, saying that this Zhang Ziwei is a martial arts wizard who is unique in ten thousand. Within a morning tea, nearly half of the town's residents knew about it.

It's just that the thunder is loud and the rain is small. No, a few days ago, Zhang Ziwei took advantage of the dark and windy night to return to Zhang Ji Martial Arts Hall. After returning to the martial arts hall, many disciples told him that most of the town's residents were waiting to see him as a disciple of the Imperial Spirit Sect. Suddenly, Zhang Ziwei's face was not good-looking, he could already guess that as soon as he ran out on the street, the troubled neighborhood aunt must have opened his mouth and asked him if he had become a disciple of the Imperial Spirit Sect, if he told the truth, within a day, half of the town's residents would know that his cowhide had been blown out. If you lie, sooner or later you will be exposed, and it will only be more embarrassing when the time comes. So, Zhang Ziwei planned to stay closed for the next few days to avoid this limelight. After all, there are a lot of new things that happen every day in Qingluo Town, and after a few days, those neighborhood aunts will find new topics, and they will naturally forget about their own stubble.

Zhang Ziwei was a little glad that he had played a clever trick at the beginning, and secretly waited at the foot of the mountain until it was dark and the pedestrians were sparse before touching back to the martial arts hall, so that the good neighbors did not find out that he had lost his qualifications and sneaked back to the martial arts hall. Therefore, in the past two days, although Zhang Ziwei was a little bored in the martial arts hall, he was still relatively relieved. To this day, this somewhat swarthy teenager took the initiative to find the door.

Before the martial arts arena, Zhang Ziwei took the jade slip thrown by Mo Shiping, stared at the young man with a puzzled expression, and said tentatively: "Just for this?"

Mo Shiping smiled, in fact, he originally planned to talk to Zhang Ziwei about his experience in using the trick of hunting the tiger and breaking the fist. After the two of them also used this trick, although Mo Shiping had retained most of his strength, Zhang Ziwei still fell to the ground and cried very unwillingly afterwards, this embarrassing scene made Mo Shiping feel a little unhappy. So since he could see the inadequacy of the other party's moves, he didn't mind saying something about it as compensation.

It's just that there are still twenty or thirty disciples on the martial arts arena now, and listening to the previous disciple's name to Zhang Ziwei, this Zhang Ziwei is still the senior brother of Zhang Ji Martial Arts Hall, if he says so in public, it will make Zhang Ziwei unable to come to the stage, which is not in line with his original intention.

So Mo Shiping dispelled this thought, just nodded slightly, hugged his fists and said goodbye, and then turned around and left.

When Mo Shiping walked to the main entrance of the Zhang Ji Martial Arts Hall, there was a rush of footsteps behind him.

"Wait!

Mo Shiping turned his head to see that Zhang Ziwei, who was wearing a black practice uniform, was trotting quickly to him.

Mo Shiping stopped and looked at him with some doubts.

Zhang Ziwei scratched his head, his face was blue and red for a while, and he was a little hesitant, as if he was difficult to speak.

Mo Shiping raised his eyebrows, guessed his intention, and took the initiative to speak: "Let's discuss and discuss Tiger Hunting Fist?"

"Okay, good!" Zhang Ziwei suddenly looked delighted, and nodded again and again in agreement.

So, Mo Shiping stood at the door and carefully discussed with Zhang Ziwei the key points and experiences of the first style of Xingyi Boxing's Tiger Hunting Boxing. said that it was a discussion, but in fact, most of it was Mo Shiping who was talking, and Zhang Ziwei listened. During this period, Mo Shiping was afraid that he would not speak clearly enough, so he deliberately slowed down his body and played a set of Tiger Hunting Fists, explaining the power characteristics of each joint one by one.

After a small half-pillar of incense, Mo Shiping stopped his somewhat dry tongue, basically everything that should be said was almost done, and the rest depended on Zhang Ziwei's own training in the future.

Zhang Ziwei looked at the swarthy young man in front of him who was oozing a little sweat from his forehead, his eyes were a little moist. During the previous discussion, the boy had been talking so much that he didn't even have time to raise his hand to wipe a bead of sweat.

Zhang Ziwei clenched his fists lightly and said in a deep voice: "I have benefited a lot, thank you for your advice." ”

This fist hug is a sincere move.

Mo Shiping scratched his head, his face was a little red, and he said shyly: "It's okay, it's all..."

Suddenly, a sharp voice came, interrupting Mo Shiping's words.

"Yo! Isn't this Zhang Xiaowushi? You're already back, why don't you tell us something! What's the matter, you must have been elected as a disciple of that sect, right? I made a bet with those aunts in advance, and bet that you would be able to do it." ”

At this time, a neighborhood aunt carrying a vegetable basket passed by at the entrance of the martial arts hall, staring at Zhang Ziwei with great energy, shouting happily in her voice.

Zhang Ziwei's expression suddenly changed, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to look at the neighborhood aunt, and he hugged Mo Shiping again and again to say goodbye, turned around and hid in the martial arts hall.

"It's weird, this little martial artist is not like this on weekdays. However, the neighborhood aunt with the vegetable basket didn't think much about it, and left directly, since she had something to talk about, she was a little itchy, thinking about going to meet those neighbors and have a good chat.

Seeing this, Mo Shiping couldn't help but chuckle, shook his head helplessly, and pinched a cold sweat for Zhang Ziwei, who was hiding in the martial arts hall.

Mo Shiping narrowed his eyes and looked up at the direction of the sun, it was almost noon, which was about the same as his budget. After completing these two things, Mo Shiping had nothing to worry about in Qingluo Town, and strode towards the agreed city.

It didn't take long for Mo Shiping to arrive at the bustling city, where all kinds of pedestrians and traders came and went.

"This!" At the foot of the city, a thin figure waved his hands and shouted at Mo Shiping.

Mo Shiping looked at it and saw that it was Wang Fugui, who was hot and sweaty, and walked over quickly.

"Hey, you're done?" Wang Fugui asked as he reached out and handed over a water bladder.

Mo Shiping took the water bladder, pulled out the plug, poured two large mouthfuls, and suddenly felt that his hot throat was much more comfortable.

"Well, we're done, we can go. How are you over there, have you sold the jade slip?" Mo Shiping wiped a handful of the remaining water droplets from the corner of his mouth and handed the water bladder back to Wang Fugui.

"Hey, hey. Wang Fugui squinted his eyes and smiled, but did not answer, stretched out his right hand and pointed to the side.

Mo Shiping took a look and found that a fat and strong jujube horse was tied to an old tree, with a long mane scattered and shiny all over his body.

"You bought it?" Mo Shiping asked in disbelief with a puzzled expression. The price of horses is very expensive, generally speaking, it is sold for 20 to 30 taels of silver, and ordinary people have to save for a year or two to buy a horse, and they dare not expect it at all.

Wang Fugui paused for a moment, immediately shook his head, and explained: "How can you buy it." It was rented in the horse market next door. The price was three days and a tael of silver, and I thought that if the two of us went on foot, it would take a day, and the price was fair, so I rented it. ”

Mo Shiping nodded, indeed, having a horse on the way back and forth can not only save a lot of time, but also save a lot of effort. However, Mo Shiping still had some doubts in his heart, generally speaking, the lease of horses would only be given to local dignitaries and nobles, and it would not be rented to ordinary people.

Wang Fugui seemed to see the doubts in Mo Shiping's heart, his expression was quite proud, and he continued smugly: "I won't tell you anything, now I'm a little famous in Qingluo Town." When I went to rent a horse just now, as soon as the shopkeeper heard that my name was Wang Fugui, he immediately asked me if I was the number one among the disciples selected by the Imperial Spirit Sect. Of course, I could only admit it, but as a result, the shopkeeper picked a good horse, saying that he would rent it to me and not charge it, so how could I agree, or pay him according to the market price. ”

Mo Shiping was stunned, thinking that this was probably the credit of those neighborhood aunts who like to break their mouths, and it came out so quickly. But that's not a bad thing.

Thinking of this, Mo Shiping smiled and teased: "Hahaha, it seems that after this third round of trials, you are the final big winner." ”

Wang Fugui's expression was not shy, but he deliberately said at the top of his throat: "Is this called a snipe and a clam competing for fishermen's profits?"

Mo Shiping smiled and lightly hammered Wang Fugui's shoulder, this innocuous joke between the two, he naturally wouldn't take it seriously.

The two led the horses, successfully passed the inspection of the guards at the city gate, went out of the city, and headed for the big turtle town.

However, at first, the speed of the two riding horses was not fast, because Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui had no experience in riding horses, so they discussed it at the moment, so they had to learn and sell it in front of Mo Shiping, and Wang Fugui sat in the back and took care of it a little.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Mo Shiping, who was holding the reins, to gradually grasp the essentials, and the speed of the two of them riding horses gradually increased

On horseback, Mo Shiping felt a breeze blowing in his ears, and the scenery along the way changed rapidly, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional, just a few days ago, he was alone carrying a shriveled burden. Although he is now walking on the same official road, his heart is very different.

At that time, he could be described as poor and white, and his future was uncertain, so he could only hold the determination to enter the sect of cultivating immortals, and he was alone, all the way to the end.

And now, he is riding a fat and strong horse, and he is carrying a friend he has just made recently, such a contrast makes Mo Shiping feel a little in a trance, but the back and forth bumps on the back of the horse remind him all the time that all this is true.

Mo Shiping suddenly thought of such a sentence, wealth does not return to the hometown, just like a brocade at night. He couldn't help but think that now that he was riding a horse, he had become an inner disciple of the Imperial Spirit Sect, compared to the original down-and-out departure from the town, was it also a kind of wealth and return to his hometown? However, Mo Shiping did not intend to make everyone known, on the contrary, he only wanted one person to know that the shopkeeper Li Fa was rich.

The sky was getting dark, and the two of them finally arrived at the big turtle town before sunset.

Mo Shiping took the lead in turning over and dismounting, and then helped Wang Fugui on horseback, he knew that Wang Fugui's left wrist injury was not completely healed, so he still kept an eye, afraid of an accident.

Mo Shiping looked at the smoke rising from every household in the town, and suddenly the corners of his eyes were slightly moist, and he was a little emotional, he had only been away from home for a few days, how could he be hypocritical as if he had been away for a few years?

Mo Shiping breathed a long sigh of relief, calmed down his slightly turbulent heart, turned his head and asked, "Wang Fugui, we have rented a horse, how much spare money do we have left?"

Wang Fugui neatly took out a bulging money bag from his arms, gently checked it, and suddenly made a crisp collision sound of silver, jingling bells.

"Don't worry, it's enough!"

Mo Shiping smiled and gave Wang Fugui a thumbs up, sincerely admiring Wang Fugui's ability to do business.

"Then let's go buy some drinks and serve them with some side dishes?"

"Let's go!"

The two hit it off, and Mo Shiping led the horse in front.

...

In Lao Wang's Tavern, it is now meal time, and naturally there are many visitors, which is the busiest time of the day. Lao Wang, who is also the shopkeeper and the shopkeeper, is busy greeting him, and his sweat is quietly soaking through Mai.

"Lao Wang, hurry up and serve the food. ”

"Where's the wine?"

Lao Wang didn't care about raising his hand to wipe the sweat on his face, and he responded again and again, speeding up the pace of his feet.

"Uncle Wang. ”

Suddenly, a familiar young man's voice came from outside the store, and Lao Wang suddenly stopped when he heard the sound, turned around a little stunned, and saw two teenagers leading a horse, standing at the door of the store and waiting.

One of them, a somewhat swarthy teenager, was looking at him with a smile.

"Hey..." Lao Wang's voice trembled a little, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist, I don't know if sweat rubbed into his eyes.

...

At the foot of the turtle mountain, at the door of an inn located in the depths of the alley, a young man dressed in coarse linen clothes and a clean rag on his shoulder walked to the door of the store, but when his right foot stepped out of the threshold, he was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then retracted his right foot in a daze.

Li Facai shook his head and laughed self-deprecatingly, obviously Mo Shiping had been gone for a few days, but every day at this point, he would habitually go to the door and wait, always feeling that there would be a young man with a basket on his back to knock on the door gently.

Li Facai walked back to the inn, ripped off the rag on his shoulder and carefully packed up the tables and chairs, although the inn still had no business, he would still clean the inn inside and out every day.

"Knock knock. ”

At this moment, there was a slight knock at the door, followed by a voice that Li Facai was particularly familiar with.

"Calling it a day so early, won't you wait for me?"

Li Facai's body trembled for a moment, and he suddenly stopped what he was doing, his eyes turned red in an instant, and he turned his head suddenly, and saw a familiar figure standing at the door, carrying two pots of wine and a large bag of wine and side dishes in his hand.

The tip of Li Facai's nose was sour, and he choked up: "Stinky boy, it's too late." ”