In the school, Mr. was holding a rattan stick and pointing to dozens of neatly arranged words on the wooden board, checking how well the students were doing their homework.

The student who was called up under the podium looked a little restrained, which is a common problem of most children in the mountains, his face was slightly red, and the gentleman pointed to which word, he read the pronunciation quietly, only occasionally stopping to think for a moment, of course, there were a few words that were particularly difficult for him, and in the end he still did not understand them all.

After this inspection, the next one is next, this gentleman is strict and serious by nature, and he will check every student, and will not be perfunctory in the slightest because this is a poor country.

Zhao Ziming sat in the last row, lying on the table a little bored, he sat here, not because of poor grades or bad performance, their seats were determined according to height, he was tall, so he was in the back.

It would be a while before it was his turn to be assessed, and it was still early for the end of school, and he knew all the words that his husband had taught, and he yawned a few times, and his eyes wandered aimlessly.

When he saw Mr., he was suddenly stunned, and his eyes burst into bright brilliance, "By the way, aren't those actions on the picture scroll just like the martial arts described in Mr.'s book "The Legend of Jianghu Heroes"?"

It turned out that due to his bright nature, Zhao Ziming learned everything very quickly, and Mr. was quite fond of him, and in his spare time, he would occasionally open a small stove for him alone, teach him some new words, or tell him some stories about the rivers and lakes, and over time, Zhao Ziming was ahead of other companions in learning.

According to Mr., the stories he told came from a book called "The Legend of the Heroes of the Rivers and Lakes", because Zhao Ziming was not knowledgeable enough, so Mr. only told him to listen to him, and did not lend him the book.

He clearly remembered that there was such a description in the book, some people through the cultivation of martial arts, gain internal strength, can have the power to open mountains and split stones, although he does not believe much in this, where can a person do this? But the description of martial arts in the book is too realistic, it sounds like people are thinking and boiling, so he is particularly impressed.

Think about it, what child doesn't have a heroic dream in his heart? Imagine that he is majestic and defeats his opponents.

However, it is also mentioned in the book that some people went mad because of improper practice, and finally died of madness, thinking of this, Zhao Ziming's excited mood suddenly calmed down.

He thought about it for a while, dispelling the idea of trying to practice the movements on the picture scroll when he went home, and decided to take a safe approach to slowly figure it out, after all, he cherished his life more than the ethereal martial arts.

After the gentleman had finished checking and teaching another poem, the children shook their heads and read it for a while, and when it was time for the end of school, he took a rattan and knocked on a broken tin can hanging beside him, and said, "Leave school." ”

Even though the children couldn't wait to get out of school, they still stood up, bowed respectfully to Mr., and shouted in unison, "Sir has worked hard!"

The gentleman smiled and waved his hand, and the children ran out of the school screaming.

Zhao Ziming said hello to Er Fat and asked him to go back first alone, without waiting for him. Although Er Fat was a little confused, he didn't ask too much, and went out of the school with a few children.

Mr.'s surname is Xu, and his single name is a Wen character, and the people in the village generally call him Mr. Xu, and the children also call him that.

All the children have left, and only Zhao Ziming is left in the school, Mr. Xu asked while cleaning up the things on the podium: "Ziming, why don't you leave?"

Zhao Ziming walked to the front of the stage, touched the back of his head, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Mr. Xu, I want to know more." ”

Mr. Xu was stunned, and then smiled, "Also, with your intelligence, you can indeed speed up the progress of learning, since you are so self-motivated, okay, then every day after school, you can study with me for half an hour." ”

Zhao Ziming hurriedly thanked him and sat down under the podium, while Mr. Xu picked up a piece of charcoal and began to write on the board.

In this way, every day after school, Zhao Ziming will stay alone to learn some new words or ancient poetry, of course, what Mr. Xu taught him must be something that will not be taught in the future class, and this is also to prevent Zhao Ziming from not taking class seriously.

In order to determine whether he can safely learn the actions on the picture scroll, Zhao Ziming also burst out with unprecedented energy, under extreme concentration, his learning ability is strong to a terrifying point, and he really does not forget, ten lines at a glance, which makes Mr. Xu surprised, and did not hesitate to increase Zhao Ziming's learning task.

When he returned home in the evening, Zhao Ziming reviewed his homework, took out the picture scroll, carefully figured out the nine movements, and after memorizing them, he tried to make those movements one by one, but he just put on a shelf, and only did one at a time, for fear that it would attract some bad results.

Because he remembered what a person said to him a long time ago, Zhao Ziming's actions at night were all secretly carried out after confirming that the old man was asleep.

Time flies, three months pass in the blink of an eye, and winter has arrived.

Although the mountains and forests around Sansheng Village do not shed their leaves, under the devastation of the cold wind, the leaves have changed from emerald green to dark green, making them feel a little haggard.

On the path, Zhao Ziming and Er Pang walked side by side, this was the first time they went home together in three months.

"Brother Ming, you study so hard, do you want to be a teacher in the future?"

Because of the winter, Zhao Ziming's face is paler than before, and he is a lot thinner, but he wears more clothes, which doesn't look obvious, but he is in good spirits, "What's wrong with being a teacher? You don't have to go to the mountains and forests to risk hunting, a few days ago, there were a few people in the village who went missing from hunting, and now they haven't been found. ”

Erfat's father also died from a hunt a few years ago, and he didn't even find the body, only the bow and arrow used before his death, speaking of this, his face turned gloomy, "The village chief has organized people to search in the mountains, hoping to find a whole corpse." ”

This sounds more like a comfort, there is an old saying in the hunting industry: eat meat all year round, and eat it all year round. It means that hunters hunt and eat meat all year round, and in the end they will inevitably end up buried in the belly of the beast and eaten by the beast.

Zhao Ziming realized that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly changed the subject, "Do you kid want me to give you tutoring, you have the worst homework among everyone, and Mr. Xu has said that you have been several times." ”

Er Fat suddenly made a bitter face, "I also want to study hard, but as soon as I see those who are so good, I can't keep my spirits, I can't remember anything, forget it, anyway, I don't expect to rely on this to eat in the future, if Mr. Xu wants to scold, just scold him." ”

When he got home, Zhao Ziming hurriedly had dinner, so he climbed upstairs and got into his room. Sun Laohan was not surprised by this, Zhao Ziming had already explained the reason to him, and he had secretly watched it a few times, confirming that Zhao Ziming was studying, so he didn't care.

In the room, Zhao Ziming opened his schoolbag, took out a book with three fingers thick from it, and put it on the table.

Turning the first page, there are several big words written on it: "The Legend of Jianghu Heroes".

After three months of hard work, Zhao Ziming has learned almost all the new words, and has memorized a lot of various poems and songs.

And the nine actions on the picture scroll, Zhao Ziming also remembered that the melons were ripe and could be done accurately, but he had never done them coherently.

He thought the time was ripe, so this afternoon he proposed to borrow the book "The Legend of Jianghu Heroes" to read. Mr. Xu happily gave him the book, and by the way gave him two more poetry books, and said: "I have nothing to teach in terms of literacy, you don't need to learn more than half an hour from me in the future, the master leads the door, the practice depends on the individual, the improvement of knowledge depends on yourself, I have a lot of books, if you want to read, come and get it at any time." ”

Zhao Ziming's original purpose was this "The Legend of Jianghu Heroes", so of course he won't read any poetry collections now. He flipped back, and the whole person began to immerse himself in the world of rivers and lakes in the book.

For three days in a row, Zhao Ziming threw himself on this book, and even the time in class was used by him to read. Mr. Xu naturally has no dissatisfaction with this, if others can read "The Legend of Jianghu Heroes" like Zhao Ziming, he will also let it go.

Three days later, Zhao Ziming, who was studying hard under the lamp, looked moved, and saw the last page with a bright eye. He has read dozens of stories told in the book, but this last page is not a story, but some words left by the author, which are as follows:

I Bao someone wandered the rivers and lakes for decades, smelling the chicken and dancing every day, diligent cultivation, but the talent is clumsy, the age is near, the internal force is cultivated to the third layer, the martial arts of this life has ended here, regretfully retreated, and recorded most of what he has seen and heard in this book, for the joy of tea and dinner for future generations, and it is not a waste of my life. Woohoo! The difficulty of martial arts, it is difficult to go to the sky!

"Whew. Zhao Ziming closed the book, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, and muttered: "If what is said in the book is not fantasy, but real, then what is drawn on the picture scroll should be the tempering method of internal breath, even if you cultivate, there will be no danger, but unfortunately there is no exercise, I don't know the running route, and I can't turn it into internal force with internal breath." ”

He suddenly smiled bitterly, "Whether this matter is true or not has yet to be verified, so why should I be so ambitious? After tempering the inner breath, it is not too late to think about the exercises." ”

Getting up, Zhao Ziming moved his muscles and bones, then pulled away from the posture and made the first action painted on the picture scroll, only to see his feet parted, his hands folded in front of his chest, and his body squatted slightly, like a sculpture in a big temple in the county seat.

The first action is done, followed by the second, the third, Zhao Ziming has repeated the nine movements I don't know how many times in the past few months, even if he doesn't look at the picture scroll, he can make it accurately, and now it's just a matter of connecting all the movements, and the difficulty is very small.

After the nine movements were completed, the dantian under his umbilicus suddenly became hot, and something seemed to beat for a while, and then disappeared again.