Finally sitting in the warm study, Zhuang You exhaled and opened the book, but the eyes of the people around him were not quite right, curious, and smiling.

Who made him have a big black blue eye, blinking his eyes, the muscles in the corners of his eyes kept twitching, and even a body like Zhuang You felt pain, good guy, it was so ruthless!

After wasting some effort to calm down, Zhuang You was gradually sucked into the eyes by the stories in the book.

The book in his hand is not a Taoist classic, nor is it a book by everyone, and it has nothing to do with cultivation.

The swordsman's name is not said, nor is it mentioned who he studied with, and he doesn't even explain what he wants to do, but the whole book talks about one thing he did - drinking.

The swordsman likes to drink, and the wine he likes to drink is not a good wine, two copper plates and a bowl of rice wine, from east to north, all the way to drink, along the way, he has seen weak women being bullied by ruffians and hooligans, the dart convoy was ransacked, and even the shopkeeper who had just poured him old rice wine turned his head and was blackmailed by the cha in the yamen.

In the beautiful green building, the Oiran was forced to jump into the river, the swordsman drank wine, and was indifferent to the helpless eyes of the Oiran, and he did not say a word in the face of the slaughter of the robbers on the mountain who kindly stayed with him. A lonely beggar once asked him, "Are you a swordsman, why don't you use a sword?"

is just such a swordsman with a sword box on his back, I don't know how far he has walked, how long he has walked, he has never said a word, the world is suffering, the world is full of things, he just drinks and watches, he can't talk about it coldly, because he doesn't care at all. Finally, he came to a high cliff, and there was a mountain villa on the cliff, and there was a swordsman in the mountain villa, and he was the best in the world.

The swordsman who drank rice wine finally took out his sword, and took off the head of the world's first with a sword, and since then, the book has been gone.

He has been walking in the rivers and lakes, but the rivers and lakes have never been him.

Covering the volume, Zhuang You's face was expressionless, and there was indeed blood and qi surging in his body, yes, he didn't understand the book, but he didn't care what the story wanted to say, because the teenager disdained.

Why do you want to practice swords, Zhuang You has always said that the master asked me to practice swords, is this really the case? Of course not, the young man practiced swords, not for the sake of being the first in the world, nor for the sake of any emperor's hegemony, just so that the three-foot Qingfeng could protect the people in front of him and be able to eliminate injustices.

If he were to be replaced, he would definitely save the desperate Oiran, kill all the bandits on the mountain, and let the little beggar live, not only to survive, but also to study, and to be a reasonable person who knows the sages. Learning swords is not for reason, but for reasoning, reasoning with those who don't reason with you, if not, don't give Zhuang You the first place in the world, don't become an immortal!

Put the book in the highest corner, Zhuang You hopes that it will not be seen again, and it is best to put it on the shelf to collect dust.

Out of the study, the bruises in his eyes had subsided, Zhuang You pulled out the ruins, practiced swordsmanship, and felt a lot of depression in his heart.

Back at the schoolhouse, looking at Tuoba Hao in the shadows, Zhuang You blurted out: "Tuoba Hao, let's have a discussion." ”

He still wanted to fight, and the rules didn't say that he couldn't fight.

Tuoba Hao didn't speak, but stood up and walked to the yard, Zhuang You jumped, his breath was shocking, and the snow on the ground was empty.

The fist started, Tuoba Hao was unconscious, Zhuang You didn't care, a punch came, the mountain was short, but Tuoba Hao didn't.

Tuoba Hao's speed is very fast, and the fast Zhuang You will definitely not be able to touch the edge, but he is not so fast, but he has a hard fight with Zhuang You, fist to fist, how domineering Zhuang You's punch is, the people who got off the stage know, but this mighty fist will all go into the mud and the sea, all of which will be borne by Tuoba Hao, and then doubled back.

"Bang bang bang" was a muffled sound, all of which were the sound of fists hitting the flesh, and most of them were Zhuang You being beaten. In the dense fists, Zhuang You's heart was full of happiness, and his mouth was full of blood, and he couldn't hide his smile. How hard to find such a pleasant pour, Zhuang You punched more than a dozen punches, and saw that the empty punch hit Tuoba Hao's arm, Tuoba Hao only stopped for a moment, and then there was a storm attack, and Zhuang You's body was incomplete.

The sound of the fist was surging and crippling, and when Zhuang You was about to lose it, he always gritted his teeth, and the true qi in his body turned sparse from the surging at the beginning to sparse, and gradually exhausted, but he still continued to squeeze out every trace of true qi from the meridians.

Zhuang You, who has been beaten, will always punch back, arms, thighs, and shoulders, although they will be counterattacked by more punches, but Tuoba Hao's intact clothes will gradually shatter into strips of cloth and debris in the air. The eyes of the two people are red, if the senior brother who enforces the rules of the hospital sees this, I am afraid that he will have to punish the two of them.

Zhuang You couldn't fight back, he almost held his head and was beaten, he didn't care about any boxing techniques, his fists could only be waved in a blurred vision, his sore arm was numb, and he couldn't hold on, Zhuang You said in his mind, just in the blank space, he felt as if a string was broken in his body, and he could clearly feel the tension of the restraints, the whole person was fluttering, and in the roar, he punched against the attack, and suddenly concentrated on Tuoba Hao's chest.

The chest, under the ribs, these places are the key points of cultivators, and before, Zhuang You couldn't touch these places at all.

The battle stopped, the wind stopped and the snow stopped, and the moon crescent moon in the sky.

"Tuoba, are you alright?"

Tuoba Hao leaned over, rubbed his chest, and looked at Zhuang You, only to find that the young man was covered with wounds all over his body, and his washed white clean clothes could only barely cover his shame.

Coughing loudly, blood was also spit out, Zhuang You lay on the snow, looking at Tuoba Hao's broken clothes, and suddenly laughed out loud, even the corners of Tuoba Hao's mouth were upturned, and then disappeared.

Lying quietly on the ground, feeling the severe pain all over his body, Zhuang You found that the true qi in his body had become less, to be precise, it had become half fog and half liquid, and he remembered what Senior Brother Tang Jing said in class:

"From the Pulse Realm to the Body, the True Qi will turn into a liquid and flow all over the body......"

Right now, he has already become a second realm. The battle for many days was a kind of tempering for him, like a piece of iron that had been removed from impurities, leaving something more tenacious. In addition, after reading that book, my mood was extremely unpeaceful, and the Taoist saying came that the opportunity had come. And Tuoba Hao's beating is the final tempering of a sword, and after the cold water, Zhuang You's sword is completed.

The small wounds on his body had scabbed, Zhuang swam up, fetched water to wash, and when he took the bucket, his muscles were sore and he grinned. There was only one of them around, and the others were miles away, and it was said that they were built after Tuoba entered the academy.

When I lay down on the bed, it was already the second watch.

After breakfast, Zhuang walked on the mountain path, today he wants to practice swords, the Changliu mountain range is very large, and there are many places where he can be alone.

After walking for a long time, I came to an unknown mountain stream, a boundary broke through the green mountains, and countless white foams were shot on the secluded blue pool.

Taking out the ruins, Zhuang You frowned, and there was still some pain in his body, but he still kept his hand, and when he was about to move, the white waterfall was bloody, and one person fell.

Flying lightly, grabbing the fallen body, to the shore, only to find that it was a senior brother of the Chongzi family, with several dangerous wounds on his back, Zhuang You couldn't tell what was injured, and before that, the senior brother opened his eyes.

"You're Zhuang You, I know you. ”

It seems that he is a guy who has eaten in the canteen, everyone is full of peaches and plums, and Zhuang You is full of diners and white deer.

"Senior brother, are you alright?"

It stands to reason that the students who took the antler test had a husband secretly watching over them, how could this be?

"Quick, go tell the dean that someone has destroyed the antler test, and many people have died. ”

At this moment, according to those nasty storytellers, people who are dying always have a word at a critical moment and don't have a chance to say, what is this called, in the words of the little sixth brother in the town before, what is it called burping, that is, there is a fart and suffocation.

However, there is an even more headache, and that is the next scene.

A black shadow fell from the mountain stream, dusty, and splashed Zhuang You with mud.

"Well, the man's voice didn't fall, and he said that it was fast at that time, and a person came from afar, with a cruel smile on his face, and a scar from the root of his ear to his chin, what a fierce man......"

The words in the storyteller's mouth became a reality, and Zhuang You helped the half-awake senior brother against the tree. Holding the ruins, Zhuang You stared at the man in front of him with the smell of yellow earth, and said nothing.

The man is like a farmer who has just finished his farm work from the field, his clothes are dusty and patched, his face is wrinkled and ravines, the cropper is old, the lines at the corners of his eyes are like a dry field, the straw sandals under his feet are still dripping with water, and the honest smile on his face and his slightly bent waist make people feel good.

If it weren't for the fact that the scythe in his hand was still dripping with blood, those who saw him would have believed in his simplicity.

"Little brother, don't think about running away, I won't let you. ”

Looking at the honest smile in front of him, Zhuang You's heart seemed to have been hammered hard, his palms were sweaty, and the hilt of the sword was slippery, pulling the corners of his mouth, Zhuang You said with a smile: "Uncle, it's not good to always shout and kill." ”

The man scratched his withered grass hair, and the smile on his face turned into a bitter gourd face, like an old farmer who had no harvest after a year of farming, "Little brother, let you go, my mother-in-law will not let me go to the kang." ”

The man raised a sickle that looked like cutting weeds, smiled at Zhuang You, and waved the sickle, and in an instant, a blood line appeared on Zhuang You's chest, which moistened his clothes at once, and Zhuang You didn't even know how he was injured, took a step back, and in front of the horizontal sword, Zhuang You didn't say a word.

The snow was heavy, and in addition to the sound of mountain streams and waterfalls, Zhuang You suddenly said: "You are not a farmer!"

"Oh?"

"On such a cold day, just wear a gown, and you will burn firewood when you are on the kang. ”

The man was stunned for a moment and laughed, unlike his honest smile, his laughter was intermittent, like a ghost crying mourning.

"It makes sense, but I'm really a farmer, but my mother-in-law has something to do, so I don't worry, so I followed. ”

Zhuang You learned from Yuan Yuanyuan and tried to delay time, but he didn't know what to say at the moment, and he didn't understand until he saw the ruins in his hand.

Swordsman, what are you doing with so much nonsense?

The fourth potential of the long stay swordsmanship, the leopard's head potential, like Mount Tai pressing the top of the thunderbolt to pick the thorn, is a rare sword out of the long stay without regrets of the killing move, Zhuang You has no qualifications to keep his hand, come up to the lion to fight the rabbit, to fight with his life!

The man laughed, the sickle in his hand slid and made a "ten" slash, and the blood and flesh on Zhuang You's body flew sideways, the young man gritted his teeth and did not stop, kicked three feet high, raised his right hand, and the qi machine was firmly locked below.

Then, he was kicked away.

I looked at the straw sandals distressedly, if I broke my mother-in-law, I would not be scolded to death, and then I would have to be barefoot, maybe I wouldn't be able to get on the kang, thinking about it, the bitter gourd face became more and more sad.

Only Zhuang You on the ground, coughing up blood and bowing into a shrimp, eager to cough out his heart, liver and lungs.

With just one kick, Zhuang You couldn't even grasp the sword.

Coming over casually, the man raised his sickle and muttered: "Melon baby, turn into fertilizer, and the crops will grow well in the coming year." "Humming in his mouth, moving in his hands.

Zhuang You stuck his fingers into the soil and struggled desperately, but he just couldn't get up, and his mouth roared unwillingly, like a broken bellows.

Since the storyteller is accurate, then everything is a coincidence, no, the cold light flashed in the air, broke the snowflakes and cold wind, broke the life and death, until, broke the black sickle.

Staring wide-eyed at the little cold light in the air, Zhuang You muttered:

"Mother, storytellers can't say such things!"