Xiao Yi looked gloomy, Wen Jiubai pulled the red vine boredly, and Wen Shisan stood in front of the string puppet, frowning: "Why aren't you awake yet?"
Wen Jiu stuck his head out and looked at Xiao Yi: "Little girl, did you remember the wrong date? I calculated that it was only more than twenty days. www,QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO,Com"
Wen Shisan didn't wait for Xiao Yi to answer, and shook his head: "It's impossible, it's going to snow, and it will take at least half a year. If you don't believe it, you can tell me, little Taiyang was unconscious on the first day, and we picked it up on the second day. Fujiko, tie the puppets, the third day... Ouch!" As he was talking, he suddenly let out a scream, and his tall body fell straight backwards. After falling to the ground, one hand was still pointing firmly at Wen Leyang: " Open your eyes...open your eyes!"
Wen Leyang opened his eyes and was trying hard to bring the blur in front of him back into focus.
The little girl immediately rushed to Wen Leyang's side, staring at him with her big eyes unblinking, her lips moving, wanting to speak but not knowing what to say.
Two crisp sounds.
Wen Leyang suddenly reached out and slapped himself twice, and shouted angrily: "Who hit me?"
Wen Jiu threw away Fujiko, jumped on his feet and laughed, and pulled up his silly brother: "Little Sun is awake! Wake up!!"
The long vine lost its traction, and Wen Leyang felt that his body was weak, and he staggered and was about to fall. However, he soon regained his balance with strength on his waist and abdomen. He shook his head vigorously, and finally saw Xiao Yi clearly in front of him, grinning. A smile appeared on her mouth: "Little girl... Ouch!" Suddenly her legs tightened, her hands covered her vitals, and she jumped and hid behind a big tree.
The two silly uncles jumped over happily, their hands and feet were quick and skillful, and they quickly cleared away the numerous vines on Wen Leyang's body.
Xiao Yi stared blankly at Wen Leyang, his big eyes gradually turned red, and tears welled up in his eyes: "Why... you just woke up now."
Wen Leyang didn't understand that she was referring to the few extra days of sleep he had. He frowned and murmured, "I occasionally regained consciousness a few days ago, but my mind was in chaos and I kept falling asleep."
Uncharacteristically, Wen Jiuyi suddenly smiled tolerantly and said seriously: "You have to thank me properly, little girl! In the past twenty days..."
Wen Shisan objected: "Most of the year!"
"...The little girl wipes your body every day and helps you massage your muscles."
Xiao Yi let out a cry and burst into tears. He stretched out his little hands and ran behind the tree, hugged Wen Leyang, and refused to let go. The lantern bug climbed onto Wen Leyang's shoulder at some point, stretching its body hard and rolling around, wishing that every inch of its body could be pressed against his body.
Wen Leyang has gradually recalled what happened before he fell into coma. Although he still doesn't know what happened after that, he can imagine that the little girl must have suffered a lot during this period. He quickly reached out to hold Xiao Yi and comforted her softly. : "Look, can you give me some clothes so we can cry again?"
Xiao Yi let out a burst of tears and laughed: "Isn't it amazing? There are two black spots on your chest, it's so ugly!" After saying that, he let go of him, picked up two pieces of clothes from the red leaf forest from the shed, and threw them to Wen Leyang
"Ride a bicycle in the county town..." Wen Leyang replied feebly, and quickly put on his pants. When he put on his belt, he put some force on it, and with a snap, a fine cowhide belt broke into more than a dozen pieces.
Xiao Yi chuckled: "You should be a little more energetic. What about your body? Is there anything wrong with you now?"
Wen Leyang moved his body, shook his head with a strange look and said nothing. His body seemed to be heavier than before. Specifically, it was not that he had gained weight, but more like the gravity of the earth's center on him had increased.
Wen Leyang prepared for a while, then suddenly kicked off his feet and ran for a few steps. Xiao Yi screamed next to him, and felt a black shadow passing in front of his eyes. Then he let out an ouch, and Wen Leyang had hit the mountain wall hard. A piece of stone is falling rustlingly.
This is a very strange feeling. Every movement of your hands and feet becomes heavy, but once you move, there will be strong inertia. Swinging your arms is like wearing an iron fist glove weighing dozens of kilograms. When running, It's like carrying a big stone mill on your back, but you can completely control your own strength.
"Xiao Yi, tell me what's going on?" Wen Leyang said as he struck out like lightning, punching a bowl of thick and tall trees next to him with all his strength. Before he was injured, if he punched with all his strength, even if a tree like this would not be broken, sawdust would fly and sway. If he hit it with the wrong fist, most of the trees of this thickness would wither and die soon after adding the poison. die.
There was a dull bang, like a broken leather, and the trees did not move at all. However, Wen Leyang jumped up in surprise and stared at his fist with surprise and joy. His exquisite eyes flickered. He first looked at the vines on the ground and then looked at Xiao Yi: "The ancestor of Wen Lazi... refined poison into the body?" There was hesitation and surprise in his tone, and his tone was indescribably weird.
Xiao Yi nodded and looked at the tree with some doubts. It was quite a challenge to hit the tree until it was still and still be surprised like this.
Wen Leyang laughed loudly, pointed at the tree and said to the little girl: "Xiao Yi, listen to me, go up and punch it!"
Xiao Yi didn't ask any more questions, and simply agreed, hitting the tree hard with his little fist.
puff!
Smoke and dust are everywhere!
As soon as Xiao Yi's fist touched the tree, a cloud of powder suddenly burst out. All the good trees turned into powder and flew all over the sky!
The four of them coughed together.
Xiao Yi screamed and grabbed Wen Leyang's hand: "Wen Leyang, why are you... doing tricks?!"
Wen Leyang felt extremely happy, and his hearty laughter rippled far away through the mountains and forests. There were wolves in the distant mountains, so he shouted.
It turns out that with a wrong punch, the poison accumulated in the body explodes, but the strength is strength, the poison is poison, and they are clearly distinct from each other. But now with a casual punch, the poison in the body and the strength in the fist merge into one. Here, the poison turned into force, and a small tree was beaten into flour.
Xiao Yi took out a carrot with a smile and recounted from beginning to end what happened after Wen Leyang fell into coma on a rainy night, sometimes giggling and sometimes bursting into tears. The two silly uncles each took out the puppets they carried with them. Following Xiao Yi's description, various scenes were staged from time to time, making Wen Leyang dumbfounded.
Finally, they summarized the matter. The two silly uncles let out a long sigh of relief and were very tired. If the puppets in their hands wanted to keep up with the conversation, it would be difficult for them without some professional skills.
"We have solved all the problems that Wen Lazi's ancestors couldn't solve back then. Even if he can find the Guiyi Fruit to hang on to his life, he can only fall into a hundred-day sleep without being able to move. Where can he find two people who know how to play? A puppet, a great hero who is proficient in wrong punches!" The little girl saw that Wen Leyang was not only safe, but also a blessing in disguise. She also changed the names of the two uncles in joy. In her little heart, there was no one else in the world except grandpa. Besides, as long as Wen Leyang was the best person to her, the person who saved Wen Leyang's life would not be an exaggeration to call him a savior, but she didn't know the word.
The two heroes danced with great pride. Suddenly Wen Jiu frowned and asked his silly brother: "Little Sun has practiced poison into his body, so hasn't he become Poison Sun now?"
Without saying anything, Wen Shisan took Wen Leyang's hand, licked it, and tasted it: "It's salty, not poisonous!"
Wen Jiu put her mouth next to Wen Shisan's ear: "Then let's cut off our own meridians. From now on..."
Wen Shisan looked confused: "Where are the meridians?"
Wen Xiaoyi quickly interrupted the random thoughts of the two silly uncles: "No, Gui Yi Guo is a spiritual grass. It is harder to find than the thousand-year-old ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum. Without Gui Yi Guo, self-cutting the meridians is the only way to death."
The Wen brothers had firm expressions and were unmoved.
Wen Leyang chuckled: "No, if you also learn this skill, if you hit a game in the future, it will turn into powder and you won't be able to eat it."
The two fools suddenly realized, looked at each other, and shouted in unison: "It's so dangerous!"
Wen Leyang smiled for a while, feeling his body. The thirty-six thousand pores all over his body were slowly opening, closing, and contracting, breathing in the surrounding air in an orderly manner.
When the pores shrink, the whole body will feel slightly heavy. Especially when Wen Leyang exerts force, the feeling of sudden tightening of the skin is particularly strong. As the pores close, every inch of the skin on the body becomes hard and heavy.
When his pores open and close, his body will suddenly become lighter, and the surrounding scenes will become clear and bright. The red leaves rolling in the wind in the distance, the sleeping insects hiding under the rocks... everything is within his perception, but Everything has nothing to do with him. It was as if he was outside the world, nature was nature, he was him, nature was beside him, but they were two completely incompatible individuals with him.
The heaven-cultivating techniques in the world, regardless of whether they are genuine or fake, sold in genuine or pirated versions, all start from the inside out, building the foundation and practicing Qi, dissolving oneself into nature and the environment, and pursuing the so-called unity of heaven and man.
But Wen Leyang now, from the outside in, felt carefully, and found that not only did he not integrate into nature, but he was completely separated from the surrounding scenery. Even he himself didn’t know whether the cultivation method left by Wen Lazi would work, let alone how to continue practicing after success. Wen Leyang was now standing on a road that no one had ever walked before. It seemed that the way of heaven was Looking at it, the reality is that his eyesight is completely dark.
Wen Leyang couldn't care about this at the moment. After understanding what happened, he immediately took Xiao Yi back to the red leaf forest. Everything in the forest was as before. Except for the dead font, there was no one there. The other three fonts were still cold and cold. When he came back, there were no surprises or surprises. Only two men who had been raised by wild beasts jumped out happily and made out with him.
All in all, the fourth master has been away from Hongye Forest for three and a half months. At that time, he made it clear that if he did not return for three months, Wen Leyang would return to Wenjia Village with the ruby box.
Now that the ruby box was broken and the beans were used by him, Wen Leyang still took some medicine that he had cooked and left the mountain immediately to return to Wenjia Village. Xiao Yi was a little hesitant, but later he heard that the fourth master might be in the village. Here, he also left the place of life, old age, illness and death with him.
Before leaving, Wen Shulin limped after him and handed Xiao Yi a long bundle. The little girl opened it and cheered loudly. The old man had repaired the big speaker in the past few months.
The two silly uncles were also clamoring to go home to see their boss, so they followed Wen Leyang on the same road.
Two days later, the four of Wen Leyang, who were tired from work, each holding a carrot in his mouth, bravely set foot on the path of Jiuding Mountain.
Wen Leyang took a few steps and suddenly stopped with a frown on his face. After he woke up, he was much more sensitive to the things around him than before.
Two handsome young men slowly walked out from the side of the road and stopped in front of them with a smile. Their eyes were shining brightly, their faces were rosy and healthy, and their skin was as tender and fair as a baby. Although they were not baby-faced, they were also behind them. He was not carrying a long sword, but the look on his eyes and brows was very similar to that of the young man who stormed the House of Life, Aging, Sickness and Death on a rainy night and was eventually stung to death by 'I've taken it'.
Two young men stopped them and asked with a polite smile: "Your Excellency, are you warm-tempered?"
Wen Shisan glanced at his stupid brother in confusion: "Are they robbing the Tao?"
Wen Leyang raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile: "What's wrong? You can't leave here?" He has a strong body and a simple appearance with bright eyes. He is just an ordinary mountain village youth, but the dark red scar on his face dilutes it. A bit pure, with a touch of roughness added.
There was a flash of arrogance laced with contempt in the eyes of the two young men. An arrogant look that Wen Leyang was all too familiar with.
Among the four people, two are silly, one is a little girl, and the other is strong and looks silly.
The young man on the left is still smiling: "This is Wenjia Village. Only people named Wen can go up there."
Wen Leyang held down the two silly uncles, and his tone was no longer polite: "When will the Wen family ask someone to come to the door! Who are you?"
The two young men looked at each other, smiled, and actually stepped aside to get out of the way. The person who spoke before spoke again: "There are more than one or two people who have said this like you in the past few days. You must also be named Wen. , hurry up and go up the mountain, don't be like them, you have to beat yourself to a bloody head before going up in embarrassment."
The tone was gentle and sincere, but the trace of contempt could not be erased no matter what.
Wen Leyang knew something happened on the mountain and didn't want to get entangled with these two people. He grunted and walked away. Unexpectedly, the two stupid uncles suddenly shouted: "Hit!"
The two silly uncles rushed out like lightning. Before the smiles on their faces could even fade away, the two young men were wrapped in the dark shadows drawn by Wen Jiu and Wen Shisan!
Bang bang bang bang!
The dull sound of fist-to-flesh fights sounded like a barrage of cannons. In an instant, the two stupid uncles used the Wen family's wrong punches to the extreme. They punched elbows, shoulders, arms, heads, feet, knees, and even the back, for an unknown number of times. A heavy blow was struck like mercury on the ground. In a moment, the two young men screamed and fell heavily seven or eight meters away. Blood was flowing from their mouths. Each of them spat out a few teeth. Their originally handsome faces were missing their front teeth. As a foil, it suddenly became ridiculous.
Wen Jiu spat: "It's not the robbery!" He pulled his brother up and strode up the mountain with his chest held high. I don't know how he came to this conclusion.
Wen Leyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. If he were ranked purely based on boxing skills, excluding himself, it would naturally be the four old men of the Wen family, followed by his uncle Wen Tunhai, and then the two silly uncles. The other elders in the village and these two When compared with each other, the boxing skills are not on the same level at all.
When he first entered the mountain, he was severely beaten by the two bosses because of the barbecue incident. With his attainments at that time, he could only be beaten.
The two young men were ordered to seal the mountain. In the past few days, they had met all the little characters of the Wen family. Now when they faced Wen Jiu and Wen Shisan, they had no room for resistance, and they were knocked out of the house with their mouths and eyes crooked. Far. But after taking so many heavy blows and not being beaten to death, he was quite capable.
The two young men fell to the ground and screamed in anger. They struggled a few times and couldn't get up. They simply lay on the ground and yelled: "How dare you, a thief!" As they spoke, their wrists faced each other, their index fingers facing each other. Press your middle finger firmly together to form a sword technique!
The dragon roared in the blue, and two bright smooth lines were drawn from their waists!
Wen Leyang roared angrily, and he pounced out with all his strength. When the whole body gathered strength, all the skin suddenly tightened, firmly holding the muscles and bones, and the heavy body exerted huge inertia, and the whole person became weak. Like a furious storm!
The short flying sword that had just come out of its shell staggered to the ground. The two young men jumped on the ground in pain. They only felt that their eyes were blurred, and a violent momentum seemed to be coming towards them. Then the iron-like hands firmly grasped the four fingers of the two brothers holding the sword technique.
The dark red scar on Wen Leyang's cheek shone with a coquettish and arrogant light in the sunlight.
The two silly uncles cheered and ran away. They picked up the unresponsive flying swords and looked at them carefully facing the sun. Wen Jiu looked puzzled: "How do you think they fly?"
Wen Shisan shook his head and rolled his eyes.
Wen Jiu rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "There is probably something inside, let's break it open and take a look!" As he said that, he leaned over and picked up the stone. Wen Shisan followed suit and lifted a bigger stone.
When the two young men heard this, their eyes were so angry that they were about to burst out with fire, but they could not break free from the iron hands like steel pliers.
Wen Leyang felt moved when he saw their expressions.
The flying sword is sharp enough to split gold and crack rocks, but no matter how good the sword is, it can't help but be hit hard from the front. After a few hits, cracks appear on the sword. The flying sword seems to know that its fate is critical, and it starts to shake uneasily. The two of them When the silly uncle saw the reaction, he became more energetic and put a little more strength on the raised stone. Finally, there was a series of jingling sounds, and the shining little sword turned into dozens of fragments.
Each fragment reflects the disappointed and fresh expressions of the two silly uncles. At first glance, it looks like a mosaic.
The flying swords of the monks will be connected with the master's mind, and the master will be seriously injured and his skill will be greatly reduced. Compared with skin injuries such as broken fingers, it is much more serious.
The faces of the two young men turned pale quickly, and their bodies trembled violently like chaff. Wen Leyang let go of his hands with a groan, and the fingers twisted together unnaturally, and the phalanges were broken into pieces.
Like the baby-faced one who attacked Hongyelin, these two people can guide flying swords and know some spells, but their physiques are almost the same as ordinary people. If flying swords are ignored, they are not much better than those martial arts masters. Not to mention anything else, if it were uncle Wen Tunhai, he would be able to avoid the sneak attack of the lantern bugs no matter what the circumstances.
Wen Leyang rummaged through someone's pocket again, pulled out a mobile phone from inside, and dialed a number skillfully.
There is no signal deep in the mountains, and there is no place to charge. Wen Leyang did not bring his mobile phone when he went into the mountains this time.
The uncle's slightly weak voice rang from the other end of the phone. Hearing Wen Leyang's voice, he just said: "Just stay in the red leaf forest!" and hung up. Wen Tunhai, who had always been rough on the outside but thin on the inside, unexpectedly When he didn't react, he asked Wen Leyang where he got his cell phone from and how could he get a signal.
Wen Leyang's face was ashen, he stretched out his hands to pick Xiao Yi up on his back, and walked up the mountain quickly.
Wen Jiu and Wen Shisan followed behind him, still holding stones in their hands. They stared at Wen Leyang's pocket where his mobile phone was kept with a stern eye. It seemed that they were willing to smash it open and take a look. (Quanben Novel Website www.QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO.com)