Chapter five hundred and eighty second only dream idlers do not dream
In the early morning mist, it was another day of Lin Zhao practicing boxing tirelessly.
Soon after, the morning light dispersed the clouds and mist, reflecting on Lin Zhao's figure. There was an indescribable sense of elegance. Although he was practicing boxing, it gave people the feeling of flowing clouds and flowing water, like a landscape painting. This feeling was indescribable.
It is impossible to exist in a martial artist like Chen Wanli and Long Dongjun, who have developed a domineering and murderous spirit in the rebirth state, but Lin Zhao's boxing intention has a Confucian artistic conception, which is not to say that he
The fist is not strong enough, it is just more measured and more pleasing to the eye.
It's a pity that I just can't become a martial artist.
He tried his best to suppress the anxiety in his heart. No matter what, it was definitely right to keep practicing boxing. As for why he couldn't return to martial arts, the reason probably didn't lie with him.
"Son."
Behind her, Dong Zang's voice came, and she came over with a basket. Lin Zhao didn't go back to Tianju for lunch these days, so Dong Zang would bring some food over.
"Dongzang, here we come!" Lin Zhao said with a smile.
"Um."
Dongzang didn't say much. He just placed a plate of dry-cut spiced beef, a roast chicken, a large bowl of white fish soup, and two pots of wine on the flat stone behind Lin Zhao.
The sword was sharply cut, and it was very smooth. Immediately, Dongzang went down the mountain, and did not disturb Lin Zhao's boxing practice too much. Lin Zhao was not hungry yet, so he continued to fight the Farmer's Nine Fists again. The boxing intention was strong, but there was no trace of it.
It's true energy, so it only has posture, but not much real power.
It was as if the meridians through which the true energy circulated were blocked.
"Chirp~~~"
Not long after, screams came from the cliff ahead. Lin Zhao was stunned for a moment, and saw the leaves on the cliff swaying. A white ape was hanging on the tree, screaming at Lin Zhao, as if he was talking.
Laughing at his poor boxing skills.
He frowned, didn't ask any questions, and continued to practice boxing.
But at this moment, a sound of "Ouch, ouch, ouch" came from the cliff, and an old man with gray hair and beard grabbed the rock and climbed up the cliff. His face was red, he was panting, and he placed the basket with herbs behind him on the top of the mountain.
He went up and sat down, panting like an ox, and glanced at Lin Zhao.
"..."
Lin Zhao was a little surprised. On the other side of the top of the mountain is a cliff. This old man must be a herb collector. How did he get up here? It's amazing! Moreover, the white ape on the tree seems to know this person.
The old pharmacist picked a fruit from the tree and threw it over. The old pharmacist raised his hand to catch it and took a bite. His teeth were almost sore.
The next moment, the old pharmacist sniffed his nose desperately and smelled the aroma of spiced beef, roast chicken and white fish soup on the stone. There was also a rich aroma of wine, which was also quite good.
The wine given by Dong Zang was brewed by herself. The peach blossom demon Han Yurou brewed peach blossom wine at Tongjing Lake. Dong Zang, as an apricot girl, also collected wild fruits in the mountains and brewed a jar of apricot flower wine with apricot flowers.
, the smell is naturally extraordinary, but Dong Zang is busy up and down every day. She cleans Lin Zhao's natural residence, Zhi Zhi, Chu Yu, and Tong Yu's room. It's already very hard to go in and out every day.
, so Lin Zhao was unwilling to ask for too much apricot flower wine, lest winter storage would be too hard.
"Young man..."
The old pharmacist looked a little nervous, as if he had never seen the world, and said: "I heard from people in the village that people living on the east side of this mountain are all gods on the mountain. Could it be that you...are also the legendary mountain
The gods in Dianbie Garden?"
"ah?"
Lin Zhao was a little embarrassed and scratched his head: "Old sir, what kind of god am I? You just saw me practicing boxing, not even getting started. Isn't that white ape of yours always laughing at me?"
The white ape chirped loudly, clapped his hands at Lin Zhao, jumped, and then patted his butt, looking like he was playing monkey.
"..."
The air was a little solid, and Lin Zhao really wanted to draw his sword and hit it.
"Ahem..."
The old pharmacist said: "Young man, don't be angry. When I went to the mountain to collect medicine more than ten years ago, I saw a white-haired monkey falling from a tree and breaking its leg bone. I took it home for medical treatment. Old man, I
He was alone and had no family, so he was left alone. Who would have thought that this stinky monkey was ignorant and made trouble in the village every day, making everyone hate him. He must have not only broken his legs when he was young, but also his brain.
It was also broken."
"I think so too!"
Lin Zhaoshen thought so.
The old pharmacist looked at the delicious food again and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. This was so unabashed!
"Old sir."
Lin Zhao pretended not to see it and said with a smile: "Are you a pharmacist who collects medicine?"
"Um."
The old pharmacist smiled and said: "It has been passed down from our ancestors that if people in the village have headaches, fever, or pain, I will help treat them. We mountain people don't have much money, and the monsters and ghosts from the north often come into the mountains to harm people."
, I have no choice but to go out and collect herbs by myself. Some rare medicinal materials grow in the dangerous peaks. Isn’t that... I have climbed higher and higher these days, and I accidentally climbed to the place where the gods live on the mountain. Young man, you should
He's an outer disciple of the Mountain Villa. Don't blame me, and don't tell the mountain master, otherwise my head will be in danger. I heard that the sword fairy on the mountain can make his head fly with just one sword.
Already..."
Lin Zhao couldn't laugh or cry: "I know, old gentleman."
The old pharmacist looked at the roasted chicken again, swallowed another sip of saliva, and said with a somewhat embarrassed expression: "I have been in the mountains for several days to collect medicine, and I haven't eaten anything properly. I also ate all the pancakes I brought.
It’s over…”
"knew."
Lin Zhao smiled, walked to the side of the stone, slowly pushed all the food forward, and said: "Old sir, just go ahead and eat. I'm not hungry yet. If you are, you can go down the mountain and go home to eat."
"Then...then the old man is not polite?!"
"Um!"
The next moment, Lin Zhao saw what it meant to be rude. The old pharmacist was like a starving ghost reincarnated. He grabbed the roast chicken in one hand and bit off the butt of the chicken. He turned around and stuffed a handful of spiced beef into his mouth, and then held up the white chicken.
He took a big sip from the fish soup bowl, then picked up a bottle of apricot flower wine and dropped it to his mouth. His mouth was kept open, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and he drank half the bottle of wine in one breath.
Bai Yuan sat down opposite the old pharmacist, grabbed a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Get out!"
The old pharmacist had quick eyesight and quick hands. He snatched the chicken leg back and stuffed it into his mouth. While chewing it, he said vaguely: "Just eat some wild fruits and some leaves as a monkey. How can a monkey eat meat?"
reason!"
The white ape was so angry that he jumped up and slapped the old pharmacist on the head. The old pharmacist didn't care so much. He lowered his head and ate hard, monopolizing two dishes and one soup. The white ape was furious and picked up a pot of apricot flower wine.
Just pour it into your mouth.
"..."
Lin Zhao had lost his sight. Is he really a mountain person who has never eaten good food?
He didn't want to worry about it anymore and continued to practice boxing on his own.
…
Soon after, the old pharmacist had eaten and drank enough. He sat on a stone and picked his teeth with a bamboo branch while watching Lin Zhao practice boxing. He couldn't help but give a thumbs up and said with a smile: "Brother, it's really nice to practice boxing. With this punch,
I'm afraid I could kill a tiger!"
The white ape laughed chirpingly, clapped his hands, then stood on his head and clapped his hands with his feet.
Lin Zhao wished he could punch it to death. As expected, this monkey's brain was broken when he was a child, and he looked very ill.
After watching for a while, the old pharmacist got tired and gathered the precious herbs in his bamboo basket. Then he lay on the stone and slept for a while. When it was almost dusk, he stood up and said, "No, no, no, God is coming soon."
It’s dark, little brother, I’m going down the mountain to go back to the village. If I’m a little later, I’m afraid I’ll be picked up by the wolves in the mountains.”
"okay."
Lin Zhao walked to the edge of the cliff and watched the old pharmacist carefully leave. The annoying white ape had already started swinging among the rocks.
In the evening, Dongzang came again. Looking at the empty plate, he was surprised: "Master, did you eat so cleanly today?"
Lin Zhao couldn't say much. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Martial arts practitioners practice boxing. It's normal to eat more."
"Okay, then I'll give you more next time."
"Well, thank you for your hard work, Dongzang."
"Unkind."
When Dong Zang came down the mountain, Lin Zhaoze was tired from practicing boxing. He sat on a stone, took out a piece of bread bought in the system mall and ate it with a bottle of wine. Then he sat on the stone to warm up his sword spirit and sharpen his sword skills.
In terms of cultivation, you cannot abandon sword practice just because you practice boxing. If you want to practice both, the two must be complementary to each other.
…
late at night.
Furong Prefecture, Wangxin Lake, Lingyan Sword Sect.
In an elegant courtyard, the moonlight shines in from the window, reflecting on a beautiful face. In her sleep, she purses her red lips, sometimes frowns, sometimes bites her silver teeth.
In the dream, she was being chased by a great demon of the Twelve Realms. No matter how hard she tried, she used all three of her flying swords, but she still couldn't gain the upper hand. Instead, the demon punched her and blew her up.
With his two natal flying swords, he kicked her off the cliff with a fierce kick, and laughed loudly: "Chen Mengjun, you are such a waste, you can't save yourself, and you can't save others!"
During the fall, Chen Mengjun suddenly fell into a large swamp. He saw a sword cultivator wearing a bamboo hat while boating on the lake. He gently lifted the bamboo hat forward, revealing an extremely handsome face and a hint of what he thought was handsome.
Smiling, he said: "Fairy Chen, do you still remember the dashing swordsman of Chun'an City? My name is Linfeng!!"
"ah?!"
Chen Mengjun was stunned.
The next moment, the wind blew up and blew away the swordsman's hat, revealing the swordsman's bare head, which reflected a strange light in the moonlight.
The swordsman covered his face and ran away.
Chen Mengjun woke up suddenly. She stood up and sat on the bedside, frowning slightly. The bald sword cultivator in the dream just now... I had actually seen him once outside Chun'an City. At that time, I asked him for directions. He was like a fool. He seemed to have something.
What do you want to say to yourself, but it’s hard to say it, but it’s strange, how could such a person appear in your dream?
She couldn't sleep anymore, so she got up, put on her blouse, walked out of the small building with her sword in hand, looked at the moonlight in the north, and felt empty in her heart. He was the only person she was thinking about, so why couldn't she dream of him?
, is it true that in response to his name, he only dreams of idle people but not of the king?
I'm thinking about him, will he also think about me?
Chen Mengjun pursed her red lips, and a nice blush appeared on her pretty face.
