Late at night, Tianchi Town.
In the Zhao family's mansion, the sound of punching sandbags could be heard. Zhao Jin was dressed in a strong suit, and his fists fell on the sandbags like raindrops. Next to him was a middle-aged man with his hands behind his back.
With a strong fisting intention flowing all over his body, and a slight arrogance between his brows, he said calmly: "The fist must be heavy, and every punch should be made with all your strength. If a warrior dare not even punch with all his strength, for fear of hurting himself, you
How can we climb higher step by step?”
"Yes, Master!"
Zhao Jin's punches became more powerful.
On the side, Zhao Jin's father frowned and said, "Master Immortal, can my Jin son really enter the palace and become a first-level martial artist?"
The middle-aged man sneered: "What's wrong, Zhao Tai, since you invited me to teach your son boxing, but you don't believe in my boxing? If that's the case, you can find another skill!"
Zhao Tai hurriedly clasped his fists and apologized, saying: "That's not what I meant, it's just... my Jin'er is quite dull in martial arts. He's sixteen years old and still hasn't entered the realm of martial arts. I'm a little worried."
"Unfounded worries!"
The middle-aged man sneered: "Your son is dull, but my boxing skills are not dull. As long as he practices boxing diligently, let alone a first-level martial artist, what if he breaks through and becomes a second-level martial artist in a short period of time? However, you must be prepared.
He needs a batch of high-quality wound medicine, otherwise his muscles and bones will be damaged due to training, leaving hidden injuries and sequelae that may affect his lifelong martial arts practice."
"Yes, obey!"
Not far away, Zhao Jin's punches were more powerful than the others. This set of tiger fists was as powerful as thunder. When he punched out, his mind was filled with images of himself being defeated by Lin Zhao's punch, so he punched more and more.
Faster and fiercer, finally there was a soft sound in the midst of sweating profusely, and the young man's heart suddenly became enlightened, and the sea of qi continued to expand.
The realm has been broken, a martial artist in the first realm!
"father!"
Zhao Jin was overjoyed and turned to look at his father: "I...I am a first-level martial artist? Master, am I a first-level martial artist?"
"Um."
The middle-aged man smiled and nodded: "It's just the first step. Is it worthy of your joy? Immediately take a medicinal bath to remove impurities from the body, and continue practicing boxing after an hour. You want to break through and become a living blood within ten days.
Jingwufu."
"Yes, Master!"
Zhao Jin was overjoyed. On the way to the bathroom, he clenched his fists and raised his lips: "Lin Zhao, I won't call you Zhao Jin until I kill you. Just wait and see!"
…
Three days later.
Lin Zhao returned to Tianchiling from Fengsui, and after surrendering his orders at the military camp, he was given a month's leave. The reserve force of the Tianchi Army has always been like this, allowing the teenagers to cultivate themselves, and the army will not interfere.
When Lin Zhao returned to his ancestral home, the dried venison that had been dried outside had almost been dried. Fortunately, it had not rained in the past few days, so he moved them back to the house and stored them. Then he carried the fishing rods and fishing baskets and flew all the way.
I ran towards White Fish Creek, and sure enough, after three days of not coming back, I harvested more than a dozen fish in the V-shaped trap, including three big fish, enough to dry out a lot of dried fish, and even sell them in the hotel to exchange for some.
money.
But recently, Lin Zhao has been diligently practicing boxing, which consumes a lot of physical strength and food. Just as Chu Huaixi said, if a martial artist wants to climb higher step by step, he must eat meat. A vegetarian diet alone is not enough. A vegetarian diet simply provides
You don't have the physical strength to practice boxing, so it's best to process these fish into dried fish and eat them slowly later.
He thought about it in his mind, sat on the stone bridge and continued fishing.
Until the evening, when the school was over, Zhang Liucheng came and danced wildly with a wooden sword. He was not in a hurry to go home, and squatted next to Lin Zhao and watched him fishing.
"Lin Zhao."
Zhang Liucheng spoke freely and asked: "What does it feel like to be poor?"
Lin Zhao thought for a while and said: "I had the last meal but not the next one. What's even worse is that I didn't even have the last meal. When my stomach growled with hunger, I wished I could chew the mud on the ground."
"That's really miserable..."
Zhang Liucheng said: "When you were the poorest, how poor were you?"
"There's nothing we can't eat..."
Lin Zhao pursed his lips and said: "When I was six years old, my family was already in a state of bankruptcy. I was so hungry that I couldn't bear it, so I secretly dug up other people's winter potatoes on the ridge in the back mountain to eat. You can't eat them raw."
A lot. I was too hungry that day and ate too much. I was poisoned by winter potatoes. I still remember the sound of my mother crying..."
Zhang Liucheng was stunned and murmured: "Do you miss her?"
"Yes I do……"
Lin Zhao looked at the water and remembered the scene of his mother hugging him and crying heartbrokenly after he was poisoned by eating winter potatoes. His eyes suddenly turned red and he said, "If it weren't for me, my mother wouldn't have suffered so much."
."
Zhang Liucheng seemed to understand, but said: "But without you, she will not see any hope and will suffer even more."
Lin Zhao's nose felt sore and he almost cried, "Why don't you go home and do your homework left by your husband? Are you looking for a beating?"
"oops!"
Zhang Liucheng slapped his thigh, filled with annoyance, and said: "Things in the world are unsatisfactory. Nine times out of ten, I am very unsatisfied right now. Why is there such a thing as homework in the world?"
Lin Zhao glanced at this little brat. He was so blessed that he never knew how to be blessed. He thought to himself that after his mother passed away, he never went to school again. Although he knew a lot of words now, after all... he was not a person.
student.
…
As soon as Zhang Liucheng left, Lin Zhao immediately collected his fishing rods and fishing baskets, and went home with his catch. The sun was setting at night, and the sky and the earth were breathing in. After eating and drinking, it was the best time to practice boxing, so he hurried to
Rush back.
But when he walked past the school, he couldn't help but glance inside.
Lin Zhao knew that he was not exactly the same young Lin Zhao, but his memories had been fused. He had completely empathized with all the experiences he had when he was a young boy, and he also lost his parents when he was seven years old. How similar, in fact, to a certain extent,
I am Xiao Lin Zhao, and Xiao Lin Zhao is myself.
After taking another look at the school, Lin Zhao felt bitter.
When I was six years old, my father had been gone for more than a year, my mother was seriously ill, and life at home became more and more difficult. The teacher at the school asked every student to write down notes. There was no money in the family, so my mother cut them out of white paper.
, bound a book with needle and thread, and Lin Zhao also wrote very carefully. When he took it to hand in his homework the next day, Mr. Shu Shu threw Lin Zhao's book away and said, "What the hell are you talking about?"
Can’t you buy a decent notebook?”
That day, Lin Zhao cried extremely sadly.
It was on that day that the owner of the bookstore, a middle-aged scholar with a bookish spirit, became anxious for the first time. In the evening, he stood in front of the bookstore and yelled, such as, "Can a fly or a dog be a teacher?", "It is an insult to elegance.
"You are a rat" and so on, which is really ugly.
Lin Zhao didn't quite understand what he was scolding, but he knew that the owner of the bookstore was a good person, a top-notch good person.
…
When he looked up, he saw Qin Suihan, the owner of the bookstore, standing not far away in a gray-white Confucian shirt, smiling gently at him, like an elder.
"Boss Qin!"
Lin Zhao ran a few steps to Qin Suihan and said, "Hello, how is the book store business today?"
"not so good."
Qin Suihan smiled and said: "I can barely make ends meet."
"oh?"
Lin Zhao quickly walked into the courtyard of the bookstore and stretched his head to look at the large water tank under the white tree in the bookstore. There were two fish, one white and one black. They seemed to be ornamental fish and could not be eaten, so he immediately removed them from the fish basket.
He took out a few fresh fish and threw them into the water tank, then turned around and ran out in a hurry.
"Why!"
Boss Qin laughed: "Brother Lin, what are you doing?"
Lin Zhao waved his hand while running and said: "You're welcome to cook and drink for Boss Qin!"
Qin Suihan stroked his beard and smiled softly, his smile becoming gentler.
"Such a young man, so at ease~~~"
…
night.
After Lin Zhao had eaten and drank enough, he started practicing boxing again. He was full of boxing spirit and vigorously practiced in the yard until late at night. He took a cold shower and prepared to go to bed.
Just before going to bed, a flash of white light flew out of the ancient sword and transformed into the white dragon goddess again.
"Sister Bai?"
Lin Zhao was also shocked.
"Why, are you afraid of me?" the goddess asked.
"I'm afraid, but I'm not afraid. The main reason is that I'm timid."
"Hmph~~~"
The White Dragon Goddess glanced at the young man and said, "When you met the Snow Girl and was almost killed, did you blame me for not taking action?"
Lin Zhao frowned: "No, after all, you have no obligation to save me, but I am also very strange. Since you and I have an agreement to carry a sword, why doesn't Sister Bai save me? After all, after I die,
No one will carry the sword for Sister Bai anymore."
"Is it?"
The White Dragon Goddess came closer, looked at the young man's face, and said with a smile: "Idiot, if you die, I can find someone to carry the sword again. There are not many true immortals in the fifteenth realm in the world, and there are not many two-legged idiots everywhere.
Is it?"
Lin Zhao hugged his knees: "That's right..."
Then, he fell silent.
"Why, are you angry?" the White Dragon Goddess said with a smile.
"No."
Lin Zhao stood up and began to rub medicinal wine on his fists that were bruised from driving the stakes.
"What's the use of practicing boxing?"
The White Dragon Goddess leaned in front of the window, the moonlight reflected on her fragrant shoulders, which was beautiful. She looked at Lin Zhao, smiled playfully, and said: "Why don't I teach you how to practice swordsmanship, and you will become a swordsman in the sky, a martial artist?"
What’s so good, even if you are a top martial artist in the Thirteenth Realm, you will be hacked to death by a top swordsman’s sword?”
Lin Zhao was stunned and remained silent.
"Don't want to?"
The White Dragon Goddess smiled slightly and asked gently: "Do you want to die?"
Lin Zhao looked up at her and said: "Back then, my father said two things to me before he came down the mountain. The first sentence was for me to learn boxing from Uncle Long, because I am not very talented, so I would be pretty good if I could learn boxing well.
, don’t bite off more than you can chew. The second sentence is to ask me to take good care of my mother. Now that I haven’t taken good care of my mother, I have to practice boxing well. So Sister Bai, it’s not that I don’t want to learn the sword from you.
I just promised to do what dad did, and I will do it."
The woman in white was startled for a moment, then reached out and rubbed his head, and said with a smile: "Then practice your boxing well, but you rejected my sister once, so if you dare to open your mouth to learn swordsmanship from me in the future, I will slap you to death.
you."
…
Lin Zhao's heart trembled slightly, she was serious, there was no need to doubt it.
The White Dragon Goddess was about to return to the ancient sword, but before leaving, she suddenly looked back and asked: "Tell me, who is more beautiful, me or the Snow Lady? Don't lie, otherwise you will die. I have already seen it.
When you look at the snow girl's chest and butt, your eyes will go straight."
"..."
Lin Zhao was greatly shocked. After a few seconds of pause, he said: "You are just as beautiful, but you have much more temperament than her. You are like a fairy in the sky."
"Hmph~~~"
The goddess smiled lightly, turning into a ray of white light that penetrated the sword body.
Lin Zhao broke into a cold sweat, as if he had escaped death.
This chapter has been completed!