Invincible little uncle

Chapter 234 6. Don't Seek Peace

That night, when Lao Huang came back, he obviously didn't get anything, but he seemed to have some clues, and then said that he would continue to go out tomorrow.

In the middle of the night, the stars are shining brightly, which seems to indicate that tomorrow will still be sunny.

Lao Huang checked Xia Guang's progress, obviously amazed, but at the same time relieved, he felt full of energy.

As a spy of the Wind Factory, he is vicious and cunning. He was a frequent visitor to killing in the Shura field, but for the sake of the royal family, he would rather pretend to be a low-key old servant and stay in Huangpu's house for ten years.

I would rather die with a long sword than live in peace.

Lao Huang saw that the young master had such great potential, so he redoubled his efforts to gather medicine. He asked the medicine boy in the mountains yesterday, and said that the blind red grass and the three rounds of white flowers on the maple leaves were all behind him. Shan has seen it before, but yesterday it was getting dark, in order to come back before the city gate was closed, he didn't go deep into the exploration.

Before dawn this morning, he boiled the water, opened the medicine bag, poured it into it, covered it with a thick wooden lid to keep it warm, and then left in a hurry.

Xia Guang changed into his practice clothes, and practiced the eight sets of exercises in one go, then took off his wet clothes and jumped into the medicinal soup.

At this moment, a scream came from the gray wall.

"You're a hooligan!" came the girl's voice.

Xia Guang just looked up and saw the girl with almond eyes, pink cheeks, snow-white neck, black hair tied into a braid hanging from her left shoulder, and a little butterfly pinned. Just as he was about to say something, the girl covered her eyes with her hands, barking With a slip, it shrank back like a frightened white rabbit.

It's from Tangmen.

Xia Guang made a judgment in the first instant, and coincidentally, this girl was somewhat familiar with her. She was Tang Rou, a famous beauty on the Hundred Flowers List, who helped him promote Jianghu Supervising Envoy in her previous life.

Tangmen is far away in Western Shu, what are you doing here in Jiangnan?
He didn't care what the girl said about "playing hooligans", because he was doing his own thing, walking according to his own steps, why should he care about external voices?
The young man let out a long sigh of relief and soaked himself in the wooden barrel, feeling the hot medicine soup invade every inch of his skin, his skin gradually turned red, and the ends of his hair were soaked in the water.

In the medicinal soup, he sat and stretched properly at the same time.

When he put on his exercise clothes again, the young man practiced for another day, perhaps because "sincerity is as good as gold and stone", his muscles wrapped in the stone blue exercise clothes have already bulged, and the whole body that sets off it is quite vigorous. feel.

But in the following time, the girl next door didn't show up, as if she had peeked at the man taking a bath, which made her unacceptable, so she could only slip away and run away.

That night, Lao Huang came back with a few flowers and plants whose roots were still wrapped in soil in a small cloth bag. His brows and eyes were obviously tired, but when he reached his mouth, he just said, "There are still two medicines left, and I will change a few tomorrow." store, try your luck."

After checking Xia Guang's progress, Lao Huang couldn't help being a little stunned. This unnamed body training technique was used by the selection of the Shadow Emperor. During the three days, did you practice well?
People can tell lies, but the body can't. The little boy's body was a bit flimsy, but now under the skin, there are faintly protruding muscles, and although he is tired, there is a spirit between his eyes.

"Old Huang, how is my practice progress?" The young man seemed a little worried. He seemed to have tried his best, but if he couldn't keep up with the progress, he could speed up tomorrow.

People live, which one is not to fight for breath?

In the two aristocratic families in the south of the Yangtze River, and even further away, everyone knows that the young son of the Huangpu family is a dissolute dude who spends his days and nights, indulges in fireworks and willow lanes, and clings to the genius of the Murong family, Murong Xue.

Don't say it in the open, but I don't know how many people thought of the phrase "It's really a toad wanting to eat swan meat".

But ask yourself, hasn't he worked hard?

Back then when he practiced martial arts to win the smiles of beauties, he sweated profusely, but which of those martial artists really taught him?

The reason, he knew and understood.

The Patriarch of the Huangpu family, Huangpu Nian, has four children, but the boy is only on Huangpu's side, and himself.

The Huang Pu side was born of the daughter of a powerful force that even the Huang Pu family needs to marry. As for himself, in name, he was born of a wild woman in the world. Fortunately, he met the experienced Huang Pu Nian. Only then has he.

To put it bluntly, the Huangpu side is the real heir of the Huangpu family, and he himself is just a lucky bastard.

Who, which idiot, would seriously teach him?

The martial artists of the family are very smart, and a fool cannot become a martial artist.

Later, another suitor of Murong Xue provoked him, irritated him, and then punched him flying, making him lie on the ground, looking up at the snow-white skirt and the contemptuous smile, only the old servant was bent over , obviously old-fashioned, went to help him up, and then sighed, "Master, let's stop practicing, ah".

At that time, I still remember that it was heavy rain.

Looking up, there are pairs of indifferent boots, and then there are sneering eyes, and upwards are Jiangnan umbrellas, like peach blossoms floating on Jiangnan ink.

All of them are decent people, except for the old dog-like servant, bent over and bent over, supporting the dying young man who was beaten, turning around, stepping on the muddy dirt road, trembling with each step, That's it, on the way back and forth, on the way back.

The words "overreaching one's own strength" came from behind, and the sound of sneering also came from behind the scenes, rubbing into the wind.

"Old Huang, what's wrong with you?"

Xia Guang asked again.

The old servant showed a gratified smile on his obviously tired face, he rubbed his eyes suddenly, shook his head and said: "It's nothing, young master, continue, the old servant is looking forward to the day when you can master this body training method, Go to bed early, eat some yellow beef before going to bed, and stop drinking."

"But Lao Huang, you haven't said how well I practiced?"

The old servant said: "You performed well, but you still need to work hard."

"Okay." Xia Guang nodded, then went back to his room to rest.

Although his face was soft and fierce, the servant who was hiding in that old state quietly walked out of the house and sat under the eaves of the courtyard.

The bright moon was in the sky, but it only cast a shadow.

"Perhaps thanks to the young master, the old servant will be able to hold the sword again in a short time. At that time, I will carry the halberd for you. Wherever you go, the old servant will accompany you." Ling Juehu looked up at the ice wheel in the sky, and his lips curled up. smiled.

"I would rather die with a long sword than live in peace."

He didn't have a good smile, but he carried a fierce and free and easy smile.

It is still short of seven herbs, white mulberry and mother grass. The place where the medicine grows is often guarded by long insects and poisons. Let's go to the mountain tomorrow to try our luck.

The next day.

Xia Guang's set of exercise skills has been practiced in a decent manner, and he has no longer the initial embarrassed appearance, but the girl next door is not climbing to the wall to watch and applaud.

It seems to have disappeared.

After the young man finished making the medicinal soup, he continued to practice hard until noon.

In the small charcoal stove was the spare rib soup that the old servant had simmered early in the morning, in the oil paper bag was the leftover yellow beef from last night, and in the small iron pot was cooked but somewhat cold brown rice.

These days, salt is very expensive, but the old servant is not stingy about putting in as much as you want. The soup that the young master is drinking will never be plain, just like the two of them, it is also destined not to be plain.

While Xia Guang was eating, there was the sound of chairs being dragged from the other side of the gray-white wall, and the girl with ram's horns lay down by the wall again, showing her pink face, and coughed lightly , "Hey, do you eat chili?"

(End of this chapter)