You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 19: Medicinal Bath without a Bucket
"Wu Suxiang has been distributed, let's go." Wu Shan waved his hand, his eyes fell on the figure who was bending over to pick up the gun head: "Xie Kuang, you stay first and clean up the slag, and then we can talk about paying the money to replace the gun barrel."

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As soon as he finished speaking, all the outstanding students in the venue scattered like birds and beasts. Wu Suxiang couldn't suppress her smile. Before she got the smile, she had said rude things to Jiang Qiu, but her face turned red and she left in embarrassment.

After the spear was put into the cabinet, Jiang Qiu looked down at the two Wusuxiang in his left hand. Suddenly, a figure blocked the light from his eyes: "Don't use both of them when you use Wusuxiang for the first time. It's better to use more water."

Before he could raise his head, Wang Guanjia had already clicked shut the weapons cabinet next door and turned to walk out.

"Don't you want to use two for the first time?"

Jiang Qiu murmured as he watched his back, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he turned his head silently to look at another weapon cabinet. Liu Zili just pushed the handle of the weapon cabinet, and ran over with his right hand to push away the strands of hair on his face: "Congratulations, you got Wu Suxiang in the first month, and two of them."

"Um"

Jiang Qiu was about to speak when his thoughts were suddenly torn apart by the pulling force from his left rib: "Just now, Xie Kuang's gun tip brushed past here, it must have injured the flesh and bones. Those prismatic gun tips have strong penetrating power."

There was a gap on Liu Zili's fair left arm that was still bright red. He pinched the left corner of his black shirt with his fingertips, and took out a roll of gauze from his trouser pocket with his right hand. He was stunned again: "Huh?"

The gap in the black shirt was like the mouth of a wolf, and the linear crack two inches below the armpit was like the back of a hand cut by straw, squeezing out two or three drops of scarlet blood.

The flesh was not as deep and bone-deep as I had imagined.

"Have you developed bronze skin?"

Liu Ziri blinked, and the corner of his clothes that he couldn't hold on to swung back again, and the gauze that was sticking out was slowly pushed back into his trouser pocket.

"Well, although Xie Kuang's spear tip was sharp, it didn't have much power left when it flew out, so the damage was not great." Jiang Qiu nodded and walked towards the door: "But if his spear shaft hadn't broken and he had forced the shot, I might have gone to the school hospital."

"Well, then he may need emergency treatment." Liu Zili followed him slowly, his face revealing white teeth and bright eyes like the tide receding sand: "With such high talent in spearmanship and body building, after you use Wu Suxiang for the first time, it will definitely be a big improvement. Maybe before the college entrance examination, you will have a chance to catch up with Li Juefeng."

"Will do."

The tall and short figures walked into the sunset as usual and left across the stone path of the campus.

crunch--

He pushed open the door of the small brick house, clenched two reagent bottles and quickly stepped into the entrance hall, then pushed open the bathroom door.

Looking around, I found a towel with a thread untied in the middle like a fishing net, a few deformed hangers, a chipped soap, a blue washbasin with a faded bottom, and a
There is no bathtub.

The hot blood that was overflowing to his head suddenly receded. Jiang Qiu took out the large basin for washing clothes, touched the edge with his fingers and was silent for a long time: "Can I sit in it?"

"Let's go out and buy a barrel. I have two thousand dollars in cash and four thousand dollars in balance, which should be enough."

crunch--

The door of the small brick house closed again, and Jiang Qiu walked out with his chest puffed out, clutching a roll of crumpled red banknotes, his eyes full of hope.

"Oh, you want a barrel that can hold a person? No, that thing is useless, who would sell it? If you want to buy one, go to the first few districts and look, maybe you can find it."

"What about the bathtub?"

"Oh, you still want to buy a bathtub? We have one in the big mall in District 8, but it will cost several thousand, not counting the installation fee. Few people install one in District 8. I don't even bother with that. You are so young, don't just think about enjoying yourself. Be considerate of your parents." "Sorry for the trouble."

Stepping out of a small supermarket, the cold wind from the setting sun blew up the torn corner of Jiang Qiu's black shirt on his left rib, revealing his brassy skin with a long blood scab clinging to it.

Clenching two Wusuxiang in his hands, his clear black eyes just reflected the two sides of the world, one high and one low.

Cutting across the main road in the ring area, the residential areas on the right are vying for height and beauty, and a few rays of dusk light leak out and splash onto the low brick houses on the left.

"There are nine districts in the outer city, and each district is more than ten miles away. There are so many supermarkets and stores along the way. I probably won't be able to walk all of them tonight."

Jiang Qiu shook his head, turned and walked into the eighth shantytown, threw himself back into the embrace of the shadows of the houses, and buried his head in the fluorescent light of his mobile phone screen.

[Smart bathtub]
[23999 yuan]
[Porcelain bathtub]
[6599 yuan]
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[Wooden bathtub]
[1888 yuan]
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[Portable plastic bathtub]
[999 yuan]
The thumb that had paused for a long time fell on the last item again. The order page popped up, and a line of small words was engraved deep in Jiang Qiu's pupils - [Sorry, due to inconvenient transportation, this product is not currently available for delivery to the shantytowns outside the city]
Da da da
The sound of heavy and powerful footsteps shattered Jiang Qiu's thoughts, and he suddenly raised his head to look.

In the distance, a girl with short hair falling on her shoulders just turned out from another narrow alley. The sleeves of her black shirt slipped down her arms, and her hands, as delicate as lotus roots, supported a large barrel made of wooden boards at an angle.

"Girl, this is such a big bucket, do you need help carrying it for a while?"

The owner of the steamed bun shop happened to catch a glimpse of this shockingly contrasting scene, and he wiped his pink and white hands on his dirty black skirt, and pretended to go out to help.

The little girl had thin arms and legs, and the wooden barrel looked like a large pottery jar used to collect rainwater in ancient times. I don’t know what her family needed to do that required her to carry such a heavy thing by herself.

"It's not heavy, it's not heavy, I won't bother you, uncle, do you know where Jiang Qiu lives?"

Liu Ziri had dimples on the corners of her mouth, and her white teeth were rosy and pale.

The boss of the bun shop curled his lips and said, "Jiang Qiu? He's behind you."

"Hmm?" Liu Zili turned around, his round almond-shaped eyes dotted with the radiance of sunset: "Jiang Qiu, do you need a bucket?"

The moment their eyes met, Jiang Qiu suddenly slowed down his pace and lightly raised his index finger.

Didn’t you go home?

那桶
Does her family sell barrels?

Jiang Qiu walked quickly forward, and the girl holding up the big wooden barrel happened to be standing in the gap of the setting sun, with one side of her smiling face bathed in the warm light.

Very good!
No need to wait until tomorrow to take a day off to look for it in the first few outer city areas!
He moved the heavy wooden barrel down to the concrete floor with a clatter. He happily took out a roll of cash from his pocket and said, "Thank you. How much does it cost?"

"Ah, it's free. Uh, no, this bucket is not for sale." Liu Ziri waved his little hands like a fan, and the words brewing in his heart finally came out from between his lips and teeth: "I only have this one bucket at home. It was given to me by my father from his workplace. I use it on a daily basis and I won't sell it.

I just thought that people living in our neighborhood rarely have such large barrels at home, and since you just received two portions of Wu Su Xiang, you might need them, so I brought them here.”

"Then consider it as my rent. These two hundred..." Jiang Qiu was pulling out two bills from a roll of red notes. He stepped on the ground with two clacking steps. When he looked up again, Liu Zili had already jumped away like a rabbit. He waved goodbye from behind: "No need. The bucket is worthless. Just return it to me after you use it!"

Jiang Qiu was left alone guarding the large wooden barrel that was as tall as his chest, silently putting the red banknotes back into his trouser pocket.

Not far away, watching the two people part, the bun shop owner put his hands on his hips, muttered and retreated into the shop, and couldn't help but sigh: "I'm getting old... Seeing young people send a bucket makes my scalp tingle."

(End of this chapter)