Zhou Heng, who had been practicing martial arts for a day in the martial arts hall, did not know what he had become like outside.

It's almost dusk now.

Coming out of the martial arts gym, Zhou Heng was walking on the way home, only to realize that the people around him looked a little different.

The young man saw his eyes full of envy.

The young woman looked at her with admiration.

The middle-aged men and women looked at their eyes full of admiration.

The old man and the old lady will take a good look at herself when passing by, and then sigh in a low voice that people are more popular than others.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Heng felt that something was wrong. He touched his face and said in secret, "Am I becoming handsome again?"

Although he is handsome, who would refuse to become more handsome?

After all, whether it is the earth or this world, many times it depends on the face.

For example, when opening a lucky bag.

It wasn't until he bought two catties of ribs from a pork shop that he knew that people were paying attention to him not only because he was handsome, but also because he was a seventeen-year-old nine-pin.

How did Zhou Heng know?

Because when he went to buy ribs, the butcher was hitting the child with a knife.

Still muttering:

Let you not practice martial arts well, let you be lazy, look at Zhou Heng, who is a ninth grade at the age of seventeen, and his mother's is 13 and he can't even stabilize a horse step. I have to ask your mother when I look back. I'm not cuckolding Laozi, why are you so lazy! ?

Zhou Hengchu still remembered that when he came out, the butcher's wife happened to enter the door. After hearing the butcher's words, she took the pig knife beside her and walked over.

The butcher can only ask for more blessings.

Carrying two catties of spare ribs and a catty of lotus root just bought, looking at the sunset in the distance, the sky is full of red clouds.

Walking on the way home.

Zhou Heng only felt that this was life.

Today he intends to treat himself to a stew with lotus root ribs soup.

Tomorrow he will go to the martial arts gym earlier.

The owner of the museum will personally grant him a new identity different from that of the apprentice, and at the same time allocate an independent practice room to him.

The key is--

Tuition is free!

Pack lunch!

All of a sudden, Zhou Heng felt full of happiness.

Although there is no convenient Internet, no computers, no games, it is so leisurely and stable, and I can see my progress in life every day, which seems not bad.

The only fly in the ointment is that the money is not enough to spend.

In order to save money, he bought these two kilograms of spare ribs specially selected leftovers, the cheapest kind.

Can't stew the taste of drinking while on earth.

…It would be nice to have a chance to go back to the earth, and I don’t know if the parents of the earth are doing well.

It's been two and a half years.

Thinking of this, Zhou Heng couldn't help but feel some emotions that he had deliberately suppressed for a long time. He shook his head to disperse the scenes of light and shadow that flashed in his mind.

"I think these are useless right now, practice hard, practice martial arts hard, practice Taoism hard!" In fact, he has become accustomed to this kind of psychological adjustment, and muttered to himself: "Being stronger, there will be everything!"

This is not a peaceful and peaceful world.

The scene I saw two years ago made Zhou Heng clear that "the gods fight and hurt mortals" is not just empty talk.

Suppose that when the two high-grade warriors were fighting, they passed through the village where he was located. Everyone in the area, including himself, could not survive.

Even the bones cannot be preserved.

In addition to these "fairies" that exist on the bright side, there are also ghosts and evil creatures that breed in secret.

"Step by step, let's get the quota of Changxing School's outer disciple first.

"At least sixty taels a year, and ten taels a year to rent a medium-sized house in Changxing Building should not be missed.

"This is a matter of blood earning!"

...

Before leaving the city, Zhou Heng confirmed that someone was following him.

He was wearing a white brocade robe, with a white jade hair crown, not tall, and even a slender young man.

This makes him feel a little inexplicable.

I don’t seem to offend anyone, why would anyone follow me?

Moreover, judging from the person's hidden footsteps and the agility of his actions, he was at least a 9th-rank martial artist, or even an 8th rank.

So, as he approached the city gate, Zhou Heng stopped in a remote alley.

No one left.

Only the figure behind was hiding.

"Come out." Zhou Heng said solemnly: "Your Excellency follows me, what do you intend to do?"

"..."

"..."

No one said anything.

No one came out.

Quiet as a chicken.

"Come out!" Zhou Heng shouted again in a low voice, and at the same time he was already holding the knife.

Damn it!

The sound of stepping on something came from a corner.

"Ah! Not good!"

Immediately, I saw the handsome and gentle young boy wearing a white brocade gown walking out from the corner of the wall.

Compared to when she was in the teahouse, she had an extra folding fan in her hand.

"This son..." She smiled, and was about to say hello to Zhou Heng, while shaking the folding fan in her hand.

Snapped!

She should be thinking about the appearance of Mr. Xueshu, and she opened the folding fan in her hand coolly, but she used too much force this time, the folding fan just bought split directly from the middle, and the fan was torn into two pieces.

The wind blowing when the fan split also twisted the moustache on her lips.

It's just that she is unaware of this.

Zhou Heng looks silly, what is this guy doing? ?

Performance Art? ?

"This, this, accident, it's just an accident." The young son smiled awkwardly, hiding the split folding fan behind him, and his expression barely returned to normal. "This son, are you Zhou Heng?"

"No, I am not Zhou Heng." Zhou Heng shook his head and denied.

He heard Lin Cang talk about some affairs on the rivers and lakes.

If you encounter someone stalking or robbing you, and you are asked if you are someone, it means you may have been assassinated.

The other party's goal is to kill you.

"Ah?" The young son scratched his head, and after asking for a long time, how could it not be? She was a little puzzled: "Aren't you the Zhou Heng who fought against Sun Zhengping and competed for Wang Qingqing's final favor?"

"What the hell?" Zhou Heng was stunned.

What's this all about?

When did he fight Sun Zhengping and compete for Wang Qingqing? ?

"It's the story told by Mr. Storyteller..." Seeing Zhou Heng's reaction, the young man was immediately puzzled, and briefly told Zhou Heng what Mr. Storyteller had said.

It turns out that there are not only children's feuds in it, but even dreams of encountering immortals to give the law, the reincarnation of ancient gods and men, and so on.

Of course, the most nonsense is that because Zhou Heng admires Wang Qingqing, he will compete with Sun Zhengping.

Zhou Heng was dumbfounded.

Are the storytellers in this world so critical?

Fans must also teach the Basic Law!

It's too ridiculous!

"Do you want to know the story of the follow-up?" Zhou Hengqiang endured the desire to complain in his heart, took a deep breath, and said, "I have nothing to say about this, please come back, girl."

"You are the protagonist of the story, how can you have nothing to say?" The young son shook her head, and then she gave a faint sigh, and then went back in shock, stepped back, pointed at Zhou Heng, and said in shock: "No, you, how did you find out? !??"

I'm not blind... Zhou Heng's mouth twitched slightly, and pointed to his lips.

And as long as your brain is normal, you can tell that you are a girl when you see this unusually beautiful face.

"Ahhh! Why is it crooked!"

The girl touched her moustache on her lips, straightened it up quickly, and then looked at Zhou Heng again, "Now it's all right, you really don't know the subsequent plot?"

"..." Zhou Heng was speechless and sighed: "Girl, you should go home early to avoid being cheated outside."

He reminded from the heart.

After all, the girl's brain doesn't seem to be a very useful Yazi.

"Hmm." The girl rolled her eyes, glanced at the spare ribs in Zhou Heng's hand, and smiled: "Then I will pay for you to tell me, how about it?"

Alas?

She judged that I was short of money from the part of the ribs I bought?

Zhou Heng was a little surprised, but still shook his head and said, "I'm not that kind of person...Um...how much?"

"One hundred taels." The girl smiled cheerfully.

"Deal!" Zhou Heng nodded immediately, very decisive, making the girl a little dazed.

...

The golden crow hangs down, and the light of the setting sun shines through the leaves and falls on a path in the forest.

A luxuriously decorated carriage was moving slowly.

In this carriage, a young man in his twenties who looked like he was sitting still holding a sword. His features were handsome and his skin was dark, like a complexion often exposed to the sun.

It is the personal disciple of the law enforcement elder of the Changxing School, the ninety-nine young junjie, who is already the eighth martial arts "Luoxia Feijian" Kong Chengshun at the age of 23.

Bang bang.

At this moment, there was a knocking sound from the outside of the carriage, and someone asked again: "Brother Kong, just now there is a letter from the flying pigeon to you."

Kong Chengshun slowly opened his eyes and said, "Whose is it?"

The outside voice said: "It's Huang Jingfu, the master of Tongchang Martial Arts Hall, do you want to see it?

"Don't look." Kong Chengshun said lightly: "It's burned."

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