Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1089

Bo Zhihong chuckled on the beam, trying to hide his embarrassment.

I thought to myself that something was wrong. I had eaten too much and my body felt heavy. When I “landed”, I lost my balance and shook the soil off.

Of course, the beams haven't been cleaned for a long time, so there's a lot of dirt on them.

The little kids below didn’t know that Bo Zhihong had made a mistake.

They were rubbing the dirt off their hair, still shouting, "Awesome!"

Bo Zhihong was feeling happy, but then he heard someone shouting, "Almost catching up with Ma Xiaoguai."

Upon hearing this, Bo Zhihong's ears perked up and he shouted over their heads, "Who is Ma Xiaohuai?"

He heard it wrongly and thought it was a person's name.

The answer was: "It's a monkey living in the mountain behind us."

Someone else added, "Big monkey."

Bo Zhihong was immediately discouraged and couldn't help rolling his eyes. Monkey? ? ? How can a human compare to a monkey? Even a big monkey can't.

At this time Luo Qingcai spoke up, "Brother, come down. Can you come down? Do you need me to bring you a ladder?"

Move the ladder?
Who are you kidding?

Bo Zhihong rolled over and fell directly from the beam.

"Holy shit!" Everyone exclaimed in unison and gathered around to reach out to take it.

But it turned out that Bo Zhihong did not really fall down.

He hooked his right hand on the beam and hung himself in the air with one arm.

Then he kicked his legs in the air, shook his body, and swung it.

As he shook, his right hand loosened and his whole body floated forward. He really floated, as if the force of gravity on him was weakened.

Bo Zhihong floated over the heads of the crowd and landed lightly on an empty space in the aisle. He turned around on the spot to release the force, and he was as light as a feather, not even a speck of dust was raised.

This is actually a skill. Stretch your body as much as possible before landing, and keep your head, torso, and limbs in a straight line. This posture can prolong the landing time and facilitate the adjustment of the landing center.

After landing, the toes touch the ground first, and the impact force is gradually dispersed through muscle control.

There are similar techniques in parkour and diving.

In traditional martial arts, this is called "dragonfly skimming the water."

The performance was very good this time and Bo Zhihong was very satisfied.

The kids who were watching the scene gathered around him, shouting "Fuck!" and "Awesome!", and slapped Bo Zhihong's chest, back and shoulders wildly.

Bo Zhihong was like a small boat in the crowd, unable to keep his balance, but his face was filled with a happy smile.

He knew, he liked this, liked people cheering for him, howling for him, liked standing in the web of everyone's eyes...

But it ended before Bo Zhihong could enjoy it to his heart's content.

Luo Qingcai parted the crowd, walked up to Bo Zhihong, and praised him, "Brother, your hands are really beautiful, what kind of kung fu is that?"

Bo Zhihong clasped his hands and answered solemnly: "Wudang, Tiyunzong."

"So you are a Wudang disciple." Luo Qingcai also imitated Bo Zhihong and clasped his hands together. He felt weird speaking and posing like this, so he hesitated for a long time.

The little kids around exclaimed "Wow" again.

Wudang!
Famous, very famous.

Tiyunzong!

It has appeared many times in martial arts movies and novels. So this is what it is like. It’s like flying, so awesome!

Amid the noise, someone shouted, "Our boss also practices martial arts. Do you know who is better than him?"

Bo Zhihong's smile froze and he did not answer.

I had just been beaten in the afternoon. Before I could even take a single blow, my sword flew away.

Fortunately, Luo Qingcai's next words rescued him, "Brother, you are also a guest today, right?"

Bo Zhihong nodded.

Luo Qingcai patted his shoulder with a smile, "Okay, then you are one of us. Our boss will arrange for you to stay with us for a while."

He said, raising his wrist.

He also had a smartwatch like Qian Xiaoqi's, with a notification on it. Then he pointed at himself and said, "My name is Luo Qingcai, I'm the production manager here, responsible for arranging and managing your work. You will follow Qian Xiaoqi first. Tomorrow's work is to open the waterway. It doesn't matter if you don't know how to do it, just follow along and learn. If you don't understand something, ask more."

After saying that, he nodded to Bo Zhihong, turned around and waved to the kids around him, "Don't gather around, it's time to eat, it's time to rest, we have to get up early to go to work tomorrow."

When Brother Cai speaks, no one dares to disobey.

The crowd dispersed in a flash.

Bo Zhihong scratched his head. Was this what was arranged for him?

It was accepted...
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night.

Two figures appeared outside the dormitory building.

Without entering the house, he peeked through the window for a while.

Activity hall on the first floor of the dormitory building.

The situation has become chaotic.

All the kids in the company are crowded in there today.

Shouting, laughing, and roaring, the noise made people's heads buzz.

In the middle of the crowd, Bo Zhihong stood alone against the entire Qingyin Agriculture in an arm wrestling competition.

The loser drinks a big bottle of Coke in one breath.

Qian Xiaoqi and a few other weaklings had already been defeated and were lying on the sofa, burping, rolling their eyes and blowing bubbles.

Those who don't believe in evil are still rushing up one by one...

"Don't worry, I told you it's okay. We are all of the same age, so we will definitely get along well with each other." Luo Yihang said with a smile as he leaned against the window.

He waved to the other Yin Hao and told him to leave after he had finished looking.

Yin Hao smiled bitterly and nodded.

He thought that it was okay to get along with others in this way, but he was afraid of the other kind of getting along with others. He was still worried.

The two of them came to take a look because Taoist Master Cheng was worried about his young disciple.

However, Master Cheng himself had been knocked down.

At the family dinner in the evening, he practiced eating techniques with chopsticks with Grandpa Gou Gou, and they had such a great time communicating that he couldn't help but drink two more glasses of wine.

Having underestimated the strength of Luo Yihang's alcohol, he was unable to get up from the bed and was still muttering about Hong Yazi in a daze.

Yin Hao had no choice but to go with Luo Yihang to take a look. He felt relieved and had an explanation when he returned.

on the way back.

Luo Yihang asked curiously: "Junior Brother Bo has a big appetite. Is he always like this, or is he really hungry today?"

In the company group, Luo Qingcai and Bo Zhihong were competing in eating and posted hundreds of messages. How could Luo Yihang not know about it?

Hearing this, Yin Hao smiled and shook his head, "Alas, my junior brother has always had a big appetite since he was young. He is also a poor child..."

Once the conversation started, Yin Hao told Luo Yihang about Bo Zhihong's background.

That was more than ten years ago, when Yin Hao was still running a martial arts school.

Suddenly one day, a little boy came to the door, knelt down for a long time and refused to get up, insisting on becoming a disciple and learning skills.

The child is dirty, and you can tell at first glance that he is a wanderer. He is alone, and maybe he ran away from home.

Yin Hao quickly took the child in, gave him a bath, changed his clothes, and then gave him a meal.

My goodness, the kid was really hungry and had a big appetite. He ate the food of three people by himself, and he was only twelve at that time.

After eating three servings of rice, he still wanted to eat more, but Yin Hao didn't dare to give him any.

You can't eat like this even if you're very hungry, or you'll get sick from overeating.

Then ask him what his name is, how old he is, where he is from, and who else is in his family.

As a result, the child knelt down again and said that his name was Bo Zhihong, he was twelve years old, and he wanted to learn martial arts from a master and become a hero to fight against evil and protect the good.

If you don't collect it, it won't rise.

He also relied on...

(End of this chapter)