Some people's love is like the flower cake and oil cake in the alley, sweet and salty; some people's love is like melons and fruits in the mountains, sweet but not far away; some people's love is just a wild tree on the road, waiting for the day when it will blossom and bear fruit.

Zhou Bulong found that he actually began to envy himself, not just from the perspective of a bystander. He envied Wang Jie's desire to change his mind for love, which made him yearn for it.

However, he was already a monk and a foot monk, and he really didn't want to break the vows again, and this thought was also worth hiding deep in his heart, until he heard that Alan also had a beautiful love affair with a half-elf woman, and his mind became active again.

In the popular saying of the streets and alleys of the market, he is sour. The sour smell of love made him feel so fragrant, so fragrant that he also wanted to experience love, but fortunately, his Buddha heart was still there, and he didn't go crazy to find a woman to confess, otherwise it would be a big joke.

The four of them discussed for a while, and they didn't want to leave just like that, so they decided to stay longer, and they only started the temple once, and to be honest, the four of them felt that they were still unsatisfied.

And Wang Jie's matter also made several people a little worried, although the words were good, but it still depends on the usual kung fu. I will visit Wang Jie a lot these days, Tu Fengnian doesn't have anything else, but he reads a lot, and it's quite easy to deal with Wang Jie, a new talent.

At this time, it was the coldest time of winter, and every household didn't go out much, but Wang Jie braved the cold wind and liked to read silently in the Temple of Qi. Sometimes a cold stomping doesn't work at all.

Fortunately, Tu Fengnian often came to see him, and he didn't speak, just read quietly, and told him that if he had any doubts, he could ask himself. What puzzled Wang Jie was that every time Tu Fengnian was followed by a handsome monk, every time he came, he didn't say a word, and Wang Jie even asked Tu Fengnian if he was dumb......

The people of Zhongzhou didn't know that a big event was about to happen in the capital.

The old man in the lily robe slowly walked into Mojing, he came by boat from the Dawen Canal, and he didn't even bother to change his robe.

Walking slowly on the street, slowly, the pedestrians on the street began to decrease, Zhang Wu's steps looked slow, and it could even be said that he was staggering, like a drunk old man.

But all the black shadows were left behind, until Zhang Wu stopped, there were no pedestrians around, only the black shadows in the eaves and deep alleys.

Zhang Wu raised his hand and pushed the hat, looking at the Zhehu Bridge not far away. This is the boundary between the outer city and the inner city of the capital, and there is more than one Zhehu Bridge. But at this time, Zhang Wu faced only one bridge, and he was about to cross it.

The man in black on the bridge finally couldn't help but speak: "Mr. Zhang, why do you have to do this? You know that we don't want to be your enemy. ”

Zhang Wu said with a smile: "Hehehe, a group of boys, all have hard wings, right? However, since you have chosen to be the emperor's dog, it naturally has nothing to do with me, and there is no need to tie your hands, I am going to break through today, if you dare to stop it, don't be afraid of being beaten." ”

The man in black wore a veil and couldn't see his face clearly, but he also knew that his face must not be good-looking at this time.

Because, Zhang Wu is his master, and he is also the master of several brothers under him. Zhang Wu has lived in Dali for many years and opened a martial arts gym, but it was only a few decades ago. At that time, he was still a baby who didn't have any hair, and he wandered around the streets and alleys with a few good friends. Until I met the man who couldn't remember his face and took him into the door of the martial arts hall, this entry was twenty years.

During this period, the man's appearance gradually became clear, and he gradually became a crazy old man, and there were many people like himself around the old man. In the year he left the school, the master said the rules, and when he entered the rivers and lakes, he was still his apprentice of the old man Zhang, even if he joined the army, he recognized it, but he said that if he wanted to be the emperor's lackey, then don't blame Lao Tzu for not recognizing people.

I still remember the last time I called him Master, it was more than ten years ago...... The man in black came back to his senses and remained silent, but he didn't take a step back.

There were several people on the opposite side of the Zhehu Bridge, one was a woman in palace clothes with an oil-paper umbrella, a shabby scholar with an abacus, and three people dressed luxuriously, their clothes were embroidered with four-clawed square pythons, there were a few old gentlemen with scrolls, and there was a middle-aged man in a green shirt who didn't take anything, but this middle-aged man had a Dao crown on his head and three white feathers stuck in the crown. All of them looked heavy.

Because, the person in front of him is named Zhang Wu, a three-in-three perfect martial artist, and he calls himself a martial idiot.

Zhang Wu didn't care about a few people who were on the verge of a great enemy, but just looked at the streets and alleys where the night was getting thicker, his expression became more and more calm, and even in a trance, he seemed to see the low earthen wall a long, long time ago. There was a door on the earthen wall, and outside the door there was a man and woman carrying hoes, slowly bending down, as if looking for treasure, but Zhang Wu didn't know what to do, he would only wave around with a stick.

Later, the two men and women who faced the loess with their backs to the sky did not return one night, because they were sent back by wild objects, they were already dying, and finally lay in the coffin, and did not leave him a word, or maybe they left, but Zhang Wu forgot.

Later, when he grew up, he learned to steal and he learned to fight. Because, every time he was caught, he would be beaten, and gradually he knew how to fight back.

It didn't take long for such a day to come, a boxer came to his side, the reason why he knew that he was a boxer, was because of his robe, in the southern country, people who went out, saw those wearing robes, most of them were boxers, these people like to call each other brothers, other people listened, and also learned to call the boxer brother robe.

But at that time, Zhang Wu was even more unruly than a tiger in the wild, and he didn't want to call a man a brother, but the boxer said that he had something to eat with him, so Zhang Wu followed him.

The man taught him a lot, and Zhang Wu told him his real name - Zhang Shi, perfect and complete. Zhang Wu named himself Zhang Wu because he felt that people who practiced martial arts were very hard, at least they were not bullied.

The boxer taught him for a few years and then let him go out on his own, because the boxer had nothing left to teach him. He said: "Wu'er, you are a great talent, you may be able to break through that wall with one punch, I have nothing to teach you, you go find your own way, remember not to fight anymore, and you have to save people's lives...... Zhang Wu didn't say anything, just kowtowed a few times and went to the rivers and lakes.

This time, it was a vast expanse.

Because, Zhang Wu discovered the weakness of the entire martial arts. In another sentence: there are few of you who can fight. Within a few years, he far surpassed the achievements of the boxer, and he surpassed all the masters of the southern martial arts, including those so-called martial arts masters.

Looking back, he found that he had reached the level of three-in-one consummation and entered the three-like level. Nanguo can no longer support his growth.

As a result, there was one more Zhang Wu in the big lance.