The two of them bowed three more times in front of the grave, said something like swearing to kill Honglian, and then went back to the thatched house.
Walking into the yard, it was a mess. It had obviously been ruined by someone. The two of them were heartbroken. After all, they had lived here for several months. Zhang Yujie was even more angry. He was so angry that he wanted to cut Honglian's body into pieces.
Thousands of sections.
But after scolding, the two of them still cleaned up. Although they had been busy all night, the martial arts practitioners were very energetic. They each took a big broom to clean up, and spent some time cleaning up the inside of the house and the yard.
Clean.
Thousands of rays of rays of light shone into the yard. Both of them were panting from exhaustion and lay in the yard looking at the sky.
"Master is a very nice person." Zhang Yujie choked and said, "Although he has a bit of a weird temper, he is really good to both of us." [
"Yes." Zhou Ming clenched his fists. The strange old man just left their lives.
"He taught me the Black Tiger Ten Shape Boxing and also taught me how to drink... although I don't know why I drink." Zhang Yujie took off the gourd from his waist and took a sip, and said, "Other than the increased drinking capacity, there seems to be nothing special about it.
It’s functional.”
Zhou Mingdao smiled: "Yes, at least you won't fall down immediately after drinking."
"What's the use?" Zhang Yujie asked.
Zhou Ming was speechless.
Zhang Yujie lifted the gourd again, drank it all in one gulp, then walked to the well and picked up a barrel of wine.
"Drink, get drunk, maybe this is a dream, master will be back when you wake up." Zhang Yujie filled the gourd with wine, and drank it in another gulp, his eyes filled with tears, and said: "Except for my sister, master
He is the second relative to leave me."
Zhou Ming felt sad when he heard this. He knew that what Zhang Yujie cared about most was feelings.
"These moves are all taught to me by my master." Zhang Yujie said, and started playing the Black Tiger Ten-Shaped Fist. However, he was already drunk at this time. Although he had not fallen down, his steps were shaky and he started to fight.
His fists were also crooked and disorganized.
"Why can't I fight well? Why can't I fight well?" Zhang Yujie said to himself, still throwing messy punches, which looked very funny.
"I have failed Master, I have failed Master!" Zhang Yujie ran around the yard, beating and smashing things like crazy. He pushed down stone benches, overturned fences, dropped peach branches, and howled to the sky.