Lu Zhi has always been a serious person. He never tells lies or lies.
He always said that he was handsome, and he was indeed handsome. He said that it was because the county magistrate's concubine asked him to go see her change her clothes. This was true. He said that he could understand astronomy and geography, which was also true. There are hundreds of volumes of books in his chest, which can be easily distinguished.
He said he had a photographic memory, and it was true. Yang Wu took out a book and read it to Lu Zhi, and he was able to recite it completely.
This kind of ability is really not something that everyone can possess.
"You are as evil as my brother!" Yang Wu looked at Lu Zhi and said.
"Your brother? Does he also have photographic memory?" Lu Zhi asked in surprise.
Yang Wu nodded and said with a nostalgic look: "That boy has been God's favorite since he was born. As soon as he was born, visions came to us, as if a star fell into our home, and there were thousands of books. In Wufengzi, a series of inexplicable chanting sounds resounded in my house. When he grows up, his brain will be better than that of adults, his ideas will be weird, he will learn everything quickly, and he will even have better luck than others. , one time, he and I were climbing a tree together, and we both fell down at the same time. I hit the ground directly, which hurt me to death. But for him, a crane flew over and caught him in its mouth, and put him down safely. This is simply unreasonable. Before I was imprisoned, he was only fifteen years old, one and a half years younger than me. He was admitted as the top scholar in liberal arts with full marks and became famous in the royal city. If it weren't for me, he would be in the imperial court now. The storm is rising, alas!"
Among the family, he feels the most guilty for his younger brother. If his younger brother had not sacrificed his own future, it would not have saved the lives of their entire family.
What's more, he was framed when he was imprisoned. The person who framed him not only wanted his life, but also wanted the lives of their whole family. He had to get this justice back no matter what.
"Your brother is indeed a monster just like you!" Lu Zhi agreed with deep approval.
"Let's not talk about him. Let's talk about you first. There are some medicinal liquids here. You can use them to soak them to improve your physique. There are three bottles here. Each bottle has a different amount. You start with the smaller ones and soak them every half. Taking another bath after a few months will not cure your disease, but at least it will make your body bones stronger than ordinary people." Yang Wu got to the point.
The medicinal solution he prepared for Lu Zhi was different. Lu Zhi was in poor health and could not just take the medicinal solution internally. Instead, he used external medicinal solution to strengthen his constitution. This method could at least extend his life for several years.
Lu Zhi was quite moved and said: "My lord, how could I be so virtuous and capable to receive such care from you?"
"Don't say any more words of gratitude, and work hard for me from now on!" Yang Wu said.
Lu Zhi bowed deeply to Yang Wu and said nothing else. Everything will depend on his future performance.
Yang Wu asked again: "Have you ever thought about becoming an excellent formation master?"
"I have some interest in formations, and I should have some talent, but I don't know if I can become a master of formations." Lu Zhi responded.
Lu Zhi knew what it meant to be a master of formations. Once he could lay out various formations, he would have an identity that was no less than that of an alchemist and would be respected by the world.
The formation can kill people and save people, which he yearns for in his heart.
"That's enough. I can help you become a formation master."
"Really?"
"Have I ever lied to you?"
"have."
"What did I lie to you about?"
"You lied to me and said that no one in the prison would be interested in me, but in the end, both the guards and the slaves came over and touched my breasts and butt."
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Yang Wu left Lu Zhi's room as if fleeing, with an uncontrollable laugh on his face.
When he first arrived at the prison, Yang Wu did say this to Lu Zhi. However, when Yang Wu and Shou Hou fell into the deep pit and he returned to find Zhang Xiong alone, he encountered many evil hands along the way. Hou Huating was almost blown away by someone.
Until now, Lu Zhi's heart was still filled with resentment.
Yang Wu had to arrange his personal bodyguard Zhou Yong to Lu Zhi's side to ensure Lu Zhi's safety.
After Yang Wu and Lu Zhi separated, they approached Zhang Xiong.
"Greetings to General Yang!" Zhang Xiong bowed and greeted Yang Wu after seeing him.
He no longer dared to treat Yang Wu as the prison slave boy he was half a year ago, and his attitude still had to be correct.
"Warden Zhang, don't be too polite. I'm here to give you a gift." Yang Wu said straight to the point.
"This is impossible." Zhang Xiong quickly waved his hand.
What a joke, he is lower in rank than Yang Wu and has not officially taken up the post of warden yet. It would be rude not to give gifts to Yang Wu. How dare he accept gifts from Yang Wu.
"Really don't want it? This is the elixir that will allow you to break through to the top general realm." Yang Wu shook the acupuncture pill in his hand and said.
Zhang Xiong looked at it and suppressed his excitement and said: "This...are you really going to give this to me?"
"As long as you dare to take it, it's yours." Yang Wu nodded.
Zhang Xiong struggled for a while, then knelt down to Yang Wu and said, "Zhang Xiong is willing to do his best for General Yang."
Previously, when he and Wan Lanxin were reminiscing about old times, Wan Lanxin had revealed Yang Wu's identity as the Medicine King intentionally or unintentionally, which had already shocked him. Now that Yang Wu was trying to recruit him, how could he refuse? Woolen cloth.
Yang Wu helped Zhang Xiong up and said, "Warden Zhang, you are very good. This pill is yours."
Zhang Xiong is already considered a figure. When Yang Wu bribes him, he does not necessarily need to do a lot of things, but he may be useful in the future.
The Acupoint Breaking Pill is very precious to others, but it is nothing to him.
Zhang Xiong happily took the hole-breaking pill. With this pill, he went one step further and could secure his position as warden.
"Don't worry about the warden's matter. When I go back and ask the marshal to nod, basically everything will be fine." Yang Wu added.
"Thank you, General Yang." Zhang Xiong felt completely at ease.
Yang Wu didn't stay with Zhang Xiong for long, he just chatted for a while and then left.
Yang Wu flew to the top of a mountain and whispered, "Bingxue, please come out."
After his voice fell, a ghost-like figure quietly appeared in front of him. Wasn't it Meng Bingxue who had been hiding in the dark to protect him? Who else could it be
Meng Bingxue was still dressed in white clothes, with her hair loose, covering her breathtakingly beautiful face. If you saw her like this at night, you would definitely think of her as a female ghost.
Meng Bingxue has undergone some different changes from the small world. There is more blood on her face, her whole body is not so cold, she has a little more normal body temperature, and she can control her breath, otherwise With the power she unleashed, not even the king could bear it.
General Yang gently pushed Meng Bingxue's hair away and asked softly: "Is it hard to follow?"
Meng Bingxue shook her head slightly and succinctly said three words: "It's not hard."
"With you here, I really feel at ease, but I don't know if you will continue to protect me like this after your soul has completely recovered." Yang Wu sighed lightly.
During these days, Meng Bingxue had been guarding him day and night. Even when he was sleeping and meditating, he could vaguely sense her presence.
She was like his shadow, everywhere, which moved him very much.
"Protect!" Meng Bingxue replied a little stiffly.
"With your words, I feel relieved. No matter whether you will really protect me after you recover, I will do my best to repair the damage to your soul." Yang Wu said solemnly.
She is a poor woman, and he is a lonely man. They both have one thing in common, that is, they have a home that they cannot return to, and they have relatives that they cannot see each other. They are so sympathetic to each other.
Yang Wu stretched out his hand and said to Meng Bingxue: "Let's practice sparring."
Meng Bingxue didn't say anything, and Yi Xiu took the lead in hitting Yang Wu.
There is no profound energy in this move of hers, but it is still quite sharp.
Yang Wu took a simple stance, stepped on his horse, and punched calmly.
This punch also has no profound energy and is not fast. In the eyes of others, it seems to be an extremely ordinary straight punch. However, in the eyes of a powerful warrior, you can feel an inexplicable artistic conception. The speed of the punch strikes first and strikes first. , hitting Meng Bingxue’s sleeve.
After his fist came into contact with his sleeve, Yang Wu's body felt like he was being shocked by electricity, and he retreated continuously.
Yang Wu stepped forward again, his figure was like a dragon tortoise, he stepped out with his feet one after another, and stepped out of the deep pit in the mountainous area, and then punched out again.
Meng Bingxue took action again, still waving her sleeves very casually. The sleeves were like her weapons, drawing graceful arcs in the air and skillfully landing on Yang Wu's fist.
boom!
Yang Wu was set back again, but this time he didn't retreat as far as before and quickly stabilized.
"Again!" Yang Wu shouted loudly and punched again.
He only used his physical strength, but his fist power was so domineering that even the strong wind caused the sand and rocks on the ground to tumble.
One punch, two punches, three punches... one punch after another, without stopping at all. The speed of the punches is getting faster and faster, so fast that people can't see the trajectory clearly.
Every punch of Yang Wu contains the intention of the fist, the punch reaches the intention, the intention reaches the heart, and the heart and fist are united.
Meng Bingxue, on the other hand, relied on instinct to strike continuously, blocking all of Yang Wu's fists that contained punching intent, preventing Yang Wu from getting even the slightest bit of his clothes.
If it were another king, how could he deal with Yang Wu's attack so easily.
At this time, some scattered memory fragments appeared inexplicably in her mind.
She was also sparring with another man. The two of them had a strong affection. While proving their martial arts skills, they also released their love affectionately. They hit each other from the sky to the ground, and from the ground to the sky. In the end, they fell in love with each other. Hugging each other, watching the sunset and the moonrise, it is so beautiful.
Suddenly, she flashed through that scene again, the scene where she was suddenly attacked and seriously injured by the man. She screamed uncontrollably: "Ah! Why are you doing this, Akiko?"
"Don't be afraid, Bingxue, I'm not that Mingzi, I'm Yang Wu!"
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