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Those movements were a little sluggish at first, but as time went by, they became smoother and smoother, flowing freely and freely. Slowly... the movements began to become more and more coherent, and later on, they seemed to be natural!
After the connection, Zhang Yang's movements became faster and faster. Under the bright moonlight, the figure with a milky white halo slowly became insubstantial, as if the figure had melted into the moonlight.
Now, Zhang Yang really walked into a mysterious door.
Of course, Zhang Yang's current progress in martial arts is still minimal, but he has found a direction for development. At least, he understands what real martial arts is and how to find clues to obtain martial arts.
Isn't that how life is
When a person walks into a door that was unfamiliar to you, you will find that what you once thought was mysterious is actually very simple, just like doing business, and every line is like a mountain. But when you really enter, you will find that things The simplicity is far beyond your expectation.
This night was the night of Zhang Yang's true transformation, just like a silkworm chrysalis transforming into a butterfly. He no longer had to look for clues about martial arts all over the world like a blind man riding a blind horse. In fact, he was even sure that there was that "Great Qin" in his memory. Martial Arts School" Dalu District Principal's martial arts memory, otherwise, he would not be able to understand this.
This was the first time that Zhang Yang identified a person who originally had those memories, and his identity and status.
Zhang Yang is very curious about what is in his memory, but curiosity is curiosity. Zhang Yang now does not dare to use external media to stimulate the recovery of memory. After the lesson of split personality last time, Zhang Yang now has no knowledge of his own memory. It can be said that it is walking on thin ice. In fact, Zhang Yang has not been idle recently. He is using some psychological knowledge to treat himself every day and let the memories in his head merge. This is a very complex and long-term work. It takes a long time to integrate a character, a personality, and a thought and memory into another thought, and it cannot be accomplished overnight.
Now, Zhang Yang's main scope of study is still limited to mathematical calculations and martial arts knowledge. Of course, including the application of psychology, only by allowing these kinds of memory thinking to reach the peak of complete integration with one's own thinking. Only then did Zhang Yang dare to use some other means to stimulate the idea of reviving memory.
This is a period of time that Zhang Yang remembers deeply.
During this time in Xianyuan Village, Zhang Yang not only practiced martial arts, but also thought about many principles of life, including what path to take in the future.
Now, the most important thing is how to avoid Maimaiti's pursuit.
The hatred between Maimaiti and Maimaiti has reached an unending level. If he wants to live a peaceful life in his next life, he must kill Maimaiti. Of course, there is another option. Just like Aunt Yan said, attack all the forces in Maimaiti and make him a polished commander. However, this difficulty is even more difficult than killing Maimaiti. Maimaiti's influence is spread throughout China, and it may be easier to kill him than eradicate his influence.
Of course, Zhang Yang's brain, which is comparable to a computer, has already come to this conclusion. In any case, killing Maimaiti is the top priority.
Just kill Maimaiti. His power is naturally divided. At that time, even if someone wants to avenge him, it won't be a big deal.
During this period, Zhang Yang's life was lived to the fullest. During the day, I would write couplets on the portraits of nearby villagers, and chat about the mountains with Liu Biao when I had nothing to do. At night, I would go to the mountains and forests to practice. There was no pursuit, no pressure, and no temptation of the city. Everything was as plain as water but relaxed and comfortable.
Liu Biao has become more diligent recently. He kicks and punches randomly when he has nothing to do. When he is idle, he even holds the stone wheel that is used to dry the sun and spins it outside. His aunt was so frightened that she shouted when she saw it, for fear that he would hit her foot.
Seeing Liu Biao practicing haphazardly, Zhang Yang was helpless. He didn't have any moves at all in Kung Fu, and he couldn't teach Liu Biao.
At this time, Zhang Yang also understood the words of the mysterious master he met in the park. He said that he could only rely on himself. Perhaps, his own skills could only be understood but not expressed in words.
"Liu Biao, are your legs okay?" Zhang Yang was a little depressed when he saw Liu Biao walking around in the drying yard holding a pot. This guy's strength was amazing, but asking him to carry buckets of water for his aunt would make him exhausted. , which made Zhang Yang confused.
Although Zhang Yang comes from the countryside, he cannot understand the reason for Liu Biao's strength. It is like many strong men who can lift hundreds of kilograms, but they are not as good as an ordinary farmer when they are asked to do farm work.
"Okay, didn't I tell you earlier? Auntie's bone soup can nourish people. I've been cured a long time ago. You still don't believe it when I tell you. Look, I'm not tired at all carrying this wheel... Hehe..." Liu Biao was proud. In the past few days, the aunt was beaten badly by Liu Biao in the drying yard, and there were holes everywhere.
"Well, okay, let's leave tomorrow!"
"Hmm... It's best to leave now. No cigarettes, no wine, no women. My mouth is filled with tears. Holy shit..." There was a loud noise, and Liu Biao slammed the three hundred kilograms of wheel to the ground. , smashed a deep hole, which made Zhang Yang feel heartbroken. It seemed that the aunt came back and wanted to knock Liu Biao on the head again.
Even though Liu Biao was a arrogant person, his aunt did not take him at ease. She would knock him whenever she wanted. Liu Biao was very depressed, very depressed. In the more than ten days he had been here, he had been hit on the head at least hundreds of times, leaving a hole in his head. You will definitely be raped. You will definitely be raped if you don’t wash your hands while eating. Even Liu Biao will be raped if he secretly grabs vegetables while his aunt is cooking...
Thinking of Auntie, Auntie is here.
"Liu Biao, did you smash it again?" The aunt held the hammer in her hand. When she came back, she saw that the windlass had been moved. When she walked in, she saw that the windlass had been sunk in part.
"Ah... ahem... Auntie, don't knock, don't knock..."
Seeing Liu Biao being chased by his aunt, Zhang Yang couldn't help laughing. However, his laughter stopped immediately because Liu Biao ran behind him to avoid it, and the aunt couldn't catch up with Liu Biao, so she hit her hard. He was hit several times on the head...
"Auntie, why are you knocking me?"
"You failed to keep an eye on him and you are jointly and severally responsible."
This is a painful and happy time.
Early the next morning, the two of them suddenly felt a sense of reluctance as they watched the aunt seeing each other off in the morning light.
"Let's go, there will be opportunities in the future." Zhang Yang pulled Liu Biao, Liu Biao's eyes were red, despite the rough look on his face, he was quite sentimental, these days the aunt was doing all kinds of things for him Make food, otherwise, his legs would not heal so quickly.
"Yeah, I'll definitely come when I get rich." Liu Biao glanced at the aunt one last time, waved his hand, then turned to Zhang Yang.
"Haha, soon." Zhang Yang is full of confidence in wealth. Now, it is not difficult for him to make a sum of money. The key is the amount of money. How much is considered wealth
Obviously, the wealth in Liu Biao's head now is only one hundred and eighty thousand at best, and Zhang Yang has a much bigger appetite than Liu Biao after being influenced by the luxury goods in the noble city. The concept of wealth requires at least several million. Bar…
"By the way, Zhang Yang, don't we still have a lot of money? Why don't you give Auntie some money?" Liu Biao asked.
"Why give it?"
"..." Liu Biao opened his mouth and was speechless.
"My income from painting and writing couplets is more than enough for our recent expenses. Why should we give money? Of course, we can give it, but don't you think that if money is involved on one end, you will still have the money you just left? Did you feel that way when you were here? This is a pure land. Although aunt’s life is not rich, she lives well. We give her a little money and it doesn’t help her much. However, if we give too much, she doesn’t. I would ask for it, but it would destroy that feeling. I think that the aunt did not let us live in her house for money. She was just lonely. She hoped that there would be someone at home, and she hoped that she would not have a pair of chopsticks when eating... If we gave us money, she would Accepting it not only broke our feelings, but also broke her feelings. Do you think it is the feeling or the money that is more important?"
"Feeling important..." Liu Biao said weakly.
"Yes, don't be sad. Meet your parents as soon as you get home."
"Well, by the way, Zhang Yang, what will we do after we kill those two people?" Liu Biao asked.
"Chase Maimaiti!"
Zhang Yang's eyes suddenly became sharp. Only by killing Maimaiti could he control the source of the pursuit.
After walking out of the mountain road and riding for several hours, the two of them returned to the bustling city. This time they were different from the last time. They were in high spirits, especially Liu Biao, who walked like a crab and wanted to kill anyone he didn't like. He ran up and punched him a few times. Recently, he had been holding back too much. Now, his uncle Biao's legs are healed, and his uncle Biao is back... (Quanben Novel Network www.QUAbEn-XIAoShUo.com)