Chapter 2, Broken Bull Fist

Ji Xin still woke up, because the whip was too hard, although he was lying on his side, he was still arched to the wound by the dishonest six sons who slept at night.

"Hiss~" Ji Xin endured the pain and leaned to the side slightly.

In a daze, Ji Xin seemed to see a figure in the darkness.

Ji Xin didn't dare to think about it, he still closed his eyes and reminded himself that he had made a mistake.

He read it right, there was indeed a man standing in the doorway, and that person looked at him as well, and then the man slipped out with the Winter Remnant Dagger Knife in his hand.

No one knew what he had done, and if it weren't for Ji Xin seeing this confused shadow, he wouldn't even know that someone knew that he had slipped out at night.

The next day the slaves began their usual miserable work, and at noon each slave was given a porridge soup that tasted like pig swill, and a large piece of black food.

They only know that this black food is called glutinous rice, and they have no way of knowing what it is made of. They only know that these things are not eaten by animals.

They were slaves, and of course the cheaper the food, the more economical the slave owners could be.

He didn't know what about the other slaves, anyway, at the beginning, Ji Xin spit out the so-called glutinous food.

Yao Ji Xin said that even the feed that the pigs ate when they were under the rule of Ying Tianfu in the Great Sect Dynasty was stronger than this.

Later, the stubborn stomach still surrendered, there was no way, how could these slaves stand such a large work intensity!

Seeing that it was time for dinner, the slaves were also like chicken blood, and their heads were finally raised after a long time.

Kuang Ping took half a bowl of porridge and a piece of black glutinous rice cake and gathered around Ji Xin.

"Eat some more, when you grow your body. Kuang Ping broke the glutinous rice in his hand in half and stuffed more than half of it to Ji Xin.

"I ate yours, how can you have the strength to work?" Ji Xin swallowed his saliva, but still dismissed Kuang Ping's kindness.

Kuang Ping stuffed the small piece of glutinous rice into his mouth, chewed it two or three times, and swallowed it with a grunt. He smiled, didn't say anything, and didn't take back the glutinous rice that Ji Xin didn't accept, but touched Ji Xin's head.

"You're a little guy with a bad brain, and you're going to suffer in the future. Tonight, follow me. Kuang Ping attached himself to Ji Xin's ear and whispered to Ji Xin.

With that, Kuang Ping stood up and stepped aside.

Ji Xin saw several slaves each breaking a small piece of glutinous rice cake for him, so he laughed at Kuang Ping's kindness.

Meal, there was also some time to rest, Ji Xin finished eating, wiped his mouth, and lazily lay on a stone to eliminate the food in his stomach.

"Hey, Ji Xin, what are Kuang Ping looking for you? Won't it be again?" The sixth son was a little worried, Kuang Ping's plan was to die nine times, and Ji Xin was still a child.

"It's nothing, he saw that I couldn't eat enough, and ripped his food and gave me a bite. Ji Xin said that he was still cold, but he was much better for the sixth son.

As for Kuang Ping's actions at night, Ji Xin didn't mention a word.

"I can't see it, this guy's ability to win people's hearts is still not small. Liuzi nodded.

"Hmph~"

A cold snort came from behind Liuzi.

Liuzi looked back and saw that it was Yan Tieyi. At this moment, Yan Tieyi was coldly smiling with a terrifying scar face and contemptuous smile.

"Uncle Yan, have you eaten well?" asked Liuzi perfunctorily.

"That's it. "Yan Tieyi doesn't want to take care of the sixth son.

Of course, the sixth son didn't want to deal with him.

"It's started, it's started, hurry up!!" Li Xianye took the whip again and spurred Ji Xin's coolies around.

Reluctantly, the slaves stood up, picked up their tools, and continued their work.

As soon as Ji Xin saw Li Xianye, he also stood up numbly, after all, the injury on his shoulder still hurts!

"Alas, this day, when is it a head!!" Liuzi muttered quietly.

"Hahaha~" Kuang Ping, who happened to pass by Liuzi and Ji Xin's side, laughed.

He had clearly heard something.

"You're still a person, so you're indispensable. Kuang Ping muttered.

As the sun sets, the sky gets darker and darker, and the night falls.

Nothing is to be seen, and the day's work is over.

When the slaves returned to the hut, they were still shrunk in the pile of firewood and grass, and after a hard day, they soon fell asleep, snoring and crackling.

Of course, Ji Xin didn't sleep, although he was tired now, he still remembered what Kuang Ping had told him during the day.

The eyelids were fighting, but Ji Xin kept holding on. He felt that he had eaten Kuang Ping's rations, and if he slept like this, he really couldn't stand him.

Several times, Ji Xin had already disarmed and surrendered, but after all, he was determined, and he twisted the flesh on his thighs and forced himself not to fall asleep.

Finally, late night came.

There were no signs, but Ji Xin felt that it was already very late. Moreover, only in the middle of the night will it be so cold and chilling, so cold.

Ji Xin saw the blurred figure from yesterday again.

This time he concluded that the figure was Kuang Ping's.

He sat up quietly, and he saw that Kuang Ping was waiting for him at the door.

Outside, a burst of moonlight shone on Kuang Ping's body, and also let Ji Xin know that Kuang Ping was waiting for him.

Ji Xin left the pile of firewood and straw and tiptoed over.

"Brother Kuang Ping. Ji Xin called out to him in a low voice.

"Shh~" Kuang Ping hurriedly covered Ji Xin's mouth.

The two took advantage of the moonlight to escape from the grass hut.

I didn't expect the moon at night to be so bright and bright. The idiom bright as day could not be more appropriate to describe this night.

The two men walked through the quarry and came to the quarry at the foot of the mine. Their footsteps also stopped here.

"Brother Kuang Ping, what are you bringing me here for?" Ji Xin asked suspiciously.

"Do you believe your big brother Kuang Ping?" Kuang Ping looked at him with a serious face.

Ji Xin looked at Kuang Ping with a serious face and felt that Kuang Ping must have something, but he still nodded.

"I believe in Brother Kuang Ping, Brother Kuang Ping is a good person. Ji Xin said.

"Okay, Ji Xin, I need your help now, are you willing to help your big brother Kuang Ping?" asked Kuang Ping.

"No problem, Brother Kuang Ping gave Ji Xin rations to eat, and Ji Xin helped Brother Kuang Ping, that's as it should be. Ji Xin nodded again, revealing a sincere face.

Kuang Ping didn't know why, but he felt that his nose and eyes were sour.

"I have something I need your custody of. Kuang Ping held back the pantothenic acid in his eyes and nose, and said that he needed Ji Xin's help.

"What is it? Brother Kuang Ping, you know, we can't put anything around us. Ji Xin said.

"Of course I do. ”

Kuang Ping nodded, and then said, "I want you to keep something, not a hammer, a crowbar or something like that." ”

As he spoke, he took out a piece of cloth from his clothes and handed it to Kuang Ping.

"Are you literate?" Kuang Ping asked.

"When my parents were still there, I went to private school for three years. Ji Xin nodded, revealing a sad expression.

"Keep this in your mind, whether my Kuang family's "Broken Bull Boxing" can become famous again in the world may depend on you. Kuang Ping said, two lines of turbid tears finally couldn't be held back, and welled up in his eyes.

Ji Xin took advantage of the moonlight to look at the cloth hastily, and saw that there were words and patterns on it. Looking at the pattern, Ji Xin couldn't tell that this was a set of boxing techniques.