Chapter 23

Ziyan and Xin'er took Zifeng to the training ground early the next morning. After Wu Feiming learned that Zifeng had recovered from his injury last night, she asked Ziyan to take Zifeng to the training ground. It was said that the hunting meeting was about to begin. Ziyan wanted Zifeng to strengthen her morale and urge the family's children's training. Ziyan also wanted Zifeng to teach her two moves, so early in the morning, He ran to Zifeng's house and dragged Zifeng to the training ground.

After simple treatment, Wu Haoran had no serious problem. He was supposed to rest at home for two more days, but when he thought that it would be a hunting meeting in a few days, he came to the training ground early in the morning as usual to urge the more than 30 boys in front of him.

Suddenly, the group of guys stopped and looked straight away. Wu Haoran couldn't help getting angry. Just about to get angry, he heard: "look, it's brother Zifeng. Look!"

"It's him. Wow, look, he's not hurt at all."

"Well, who is brother Zifeng? He's a hero. Unlike that guy, he's still lying in the firewood room."

A burst of cheering noise was making noise on the training ground, and Wu Haoran was surprisingly unstoppable. Looking at Wu Zifeng walking slowly in the distance, his eyes were also unspeakable joy, but he was muttering in his heart. Boy, how can I be better and faster than me? Am I old? No, the old man still leaves me alone.

It's true that after the fight that day, the old man, who is Wu Haoran's father, threw himself aside and went to see Zifeng's injury with the people. Finally, the owner took himself home. What do you think is this.

Zifeng came to Wu Haoran and respectfully called "Uncle Wu". Before Wu Haoran responded, Zifeng was surrounded by a group of children of Wu family villa. For a time, he was full of gossip. Most of them focused on a topic, that is, how did Zifeng practice so well in a short month? What was the flying thing used in Zifeng's fight before? Zifeng didn't have any excuses. He answered them one by one. Suddenly, he saw Ziming coming, the discussion stopped, and the crowd also made way.

Ziming has been practicing on the field, but he is just a corner of the field. Looking at Zifeng, they are talking enthusiastically and hesitate to get together for a long time. In fact, Ziming still has no bottom in his heart. He didn't have a good intention at the beginning. Now Zifeng is safe and strong, and destroys his self righteousness in one fell swoop.

But on that day, when their practice was over, many people competed on the practice field, and Ziming often bullied other children with his high achievements, so no one was willing to practice with him. Ziming was going to find someone to practice his hand, but the people around him scattered away and didn't want to touch this eyebrow. Ziming was arrogant, unaware, but proud: "you, just you, come here, let me show you two moves."

The designated youth, with a thin face and plain clothes, frowned and said, "brother Ziming is good at martial arts. I'm ashamed. I still don't bother brother Ziming."

"Stop talking nonsense. It's your honor for me to guide you." Then, before the young man could speak, Ziming waved his fist. The young man had no choice but to take the move.

After all, there was a great disparity in strength. The young man was defeated. After a few rounds, he was panting, his arms were swollen, and the quilt was clearly pressed under his body: "how can you accept it?" Ziming said complacently.

"If you don't accept it, what's the ability of a martial artist to bully a martial artist at the initial level of martial arts?" the young man was angry, and the onlookers also laughed.

Ziming was very angry and said, "are you satisfied? Say! "

The young man also has backbone: "I am not satisfied, Zifeng is not afraid of you, I am not satisfied."

At the beginning, Ziming bullied Zifeng who came to the practice field to watch in the same way. At that time, Zifeng's teeth were tightly clenched. Even if he was beaten and bruised all over his body, he was stunned and didn't make a sound, so that Ziming was a little afraid. What should I do if the goods are killed? It's nothing since then. Since then, Ziming hasn't been in trouble with Zifeng again. At that time, there was also a storm, but the storm pointed to Wu Ziming, saying that he was bullying.

Now the old story is brought up again. Ziming is particularly jealous“ I told you not to accept, I told you not to accept. " There was no weight to start, and the young people shouted less and less.

"Stop!" There was an angry reprimand in everyone's ears. Wu Haoran, a martial arts teacher not far away, walked quickly. Wu Haoran was tall, with a tiger back and a bear waist. His skin was shiny in the sun and full of strength tension.

The crowd hurried out of the way. Zifeng hurriedly stood aside. Before Wu Haoran asked a question, he answered first: "master, it's the disciple's fault that I didn't control my competition with my younger martial brother just now."

Then he stared coldly at the informer behind Wu Haoran. "“ Out of control? Beat Wu Lei like this. Don't talk nonsense. Go to the punishment hall immediately and accept the staff 50. You can't use your strength to resist. "

When Zi Ming came back from the punishment hall, he felt resentment because of Zi Feng. Otherwise, who would disagree with himself? No, I must let him beg me for mercy. Ziming couldn't wait to find Wu Zimo and asked Zimo to give him advice and let Zifeng obey him.

Ziming is usually brave and resourceless, but his second brother is resourceful and talented, so he also takes care of them. Zimo often goes out with his brother to show off his strength. Moreover, Zimo also has some shackles on Zifeng. Obviously, he is not a cultivator. Why does the family continue to waste the panacea on this waste, and he has failed to seek it several times. Then they hit it off and began to calculate.

"Second brother, what do you think we should do to that waste, but we can't fight. Goods are hard bones. " Ziming waved his fist and clenched his teeth.

"Brother, don't you think the boy is poisoned by fire? What will happen if he gets sick?" Zi Mo nodded and looked thoughtful.

"Yes, Fazheng is not me, but will it kill him?" Ziming said carefully, lest something unexpected should happen.

"No, how many times has he been ill, and which time is not lively? OK, just do it, but what method should he use?" They thought quietly. Another thought came to Zimo: "I don't know if big brother still remembers, Hongyan mountain, the cave they found by Wu Lei."

"Yes, I didn't expect that the temperature in the cave was so high. It would be wonderful if we cheated the boy there."

"Zifeng, I'm sorry. I planned the previous thing. If you want to blame me, blame me. How to punish you is up to you. I have nothing to say." Wu Ziming bowed his head and preached loudly. Zimo was pushed aside by Ziming.

"I won't blame you. After all, there are things I need. I just hope you don't do such things again in the future, otherwise I won't spare you lightly." Zifeng has some resentment. His complexion is complex. He looks at Wu Ziming. From small to large, he can't practice because of physical reasons. Quilt Ziming has laughed at him countless times. Zifeng has hated, resented and had no choice, but he has never succumbed. Even if quilt Ming has been beaten secretly, he hasn't taken soft clothes once.

Zifeng had thought about the last thing long ago. The whole process and Ziming's motivation. He also knew that Ziming must have been ungrateful, but he was too excited and didn't take precautions. Fortunately, the auspicious man had his own heaven and saved himself from danger.

Zifeng has long wanted to go back and teach wuziming a lesson to vent his anger, but once he returns to Wujiazhuang, Zifeng's heart will never harden in the face of so many relatives. If he does so, his family will be very sad.

"Let's have a duel. I want you to do your best." Zifeng looked at Ziming, paused and spoke.

Ziming understands the meaning of Zifeng and can let go of himself, but some things always have to pay something. Ziming didn't say anything. He took a deep breath and was ready to fight. The young girls around him also stepped aside excitedly. Suddenly there were only two people left on the field.

Wu Haoran didn't say anything to stop him. First of all, he highly praised cultivation. He should not blindly build cars behind closed doors. He should learn more from people of the same level in order to gain a deeper understanding; Moreover, Ziming's appearance of being a loser when Wujiazhuang was in danger really annoyed Wu Haoran. He just took this opportunity to let Zifeng teach Wu Ziming a lesson.

In the field, Zifeng's hands hang naturally on both sides of his body, his hair is light, and his face is plain, which is unspeakable. Ziming looks like a great enemy, but in the middle of the martial arts division, he is one level worse than Zifeng. Moreover, Zifeng can compete with the generals. In the face of such a gap, it is impossible for Ziming not to be nervous.

He gave a loud shout of "thunder fist". Ziming took the lead in fighting. When he was breathing, there was a faint sound of thunder. His fist seemed to be wrapped in a light ray of thunder, whistling and hitting Zifeng's chest. Zifeng's eyes locked Ziming's fist, his steps were motionless, and his hands still kept their original posture, ten meters, seven meters and four meters. The onlookers began to scream, and Wu Xin'er also grasped his clothes tightly.

There are only two meters left. Ziming's vitality fluctuation has made Zifeng's clothes flick. When the fist shadow just entered the range of arm exhibition, Zifeng's eyes suddenly burst out a pure light, clenched his fist, coagulated and punched. A set of movements, as fast as lightning, fiercely collided with Ziming's fist. Just listen to the sound of "bang", there was a burst of smoke and dust in the field. Ziming staggered back and stopped a few steps. The tiger's mouth was aching, while Zifeng was motionless.

"Wow, brother Zifeng is so handsome. See? Just one punch. If I were so powerful." Cried a thin girl.

"You? I think we'd better forget it. " The man next to him glanced and said with a smile. Zifeng saw Ziming's pale eyes and said to Wu Ziming, "if you can't defeat yourself, you'll never surpass others." With that, Zifeng turned and left with Ziyan. Wu Ziming was alone in a daze.

"Brother, where are we going? Don't you have to practice? " Xin'er said with a smile.

"I'm going to the library to have a look. I want to find a knife technique and see if it's suitable." Zifeng touched Xin'er's head and looked spoiled.

"OK, OK, Xin'er, you don't know. It's fun in the library. Let's play hide and seek in it?" Zifeng looked speechless as soon as she heard Ziyan's words. The wild girl in Wujiazhuang could play hide and seek in the library Pavilion. It was difficult for others to enter once, but Ziyan entered as soon as she wanted. The second grandpa also had no way to take her. As long as she didn't move the things inside, she simply didn't care. Zifeng looked at Ziyan dancing and smiled.

From a distance, you can see the library Pavilion. The library Pavilion is behind the ancestral temple. It has a total of three floors. It has an ancient and simple appearance. It is the best building in Wujiazhuang. The first floor has two parts, half of which are used to place medicinal materials, and the other half is used to place excellent weapons made by Wujiazhuang, most of which are swords.

The second level is the skill and some mental skills. The levels are yellow; The third floor should be the place to place advanced skill methods. In addition, at the entrance of the second and third floors, there are also some cultivation experiences to guide the cultivation of the younger generation. Zifeng had already asked Ziyan about all this before he came. Since he came, of course he couldn't return empty handed.

As soon as Wu Zifeng and his party entered the library, there was a flower in front of them. It was like a gust of wind blowing in front of them. They saw Wu Hai smiling at themselves. Zi Feng and Xin'er respectfully called "second grandpa", while Zi Yan shouted to go in and play quickly, regardless of Wu Hai's reaction.

"What skill do you want to choose?" Wu Hai asked Zifeng kindly, without paying any attention to Ziyan's meaning.

"Second Grandpa, I want to find a set of skills about Sabre technique. Do you know if there is any?" Zifeng spoke out his thoughts directly.

"How about the knife? It's not without. It's just not a good skill. You can decide after reading it. " Wu Hai said it like a family treasure, and then let Zifeng go and see it by himself. Pick whatever you like. But no one in Wujia village has the privilege. In the past, Wu Feihong wanted to get a set of skills for Ziming. Wu Hai was grinding for a long time and was unwilling to take them out. For a while, that didn't work, and for a while, it didn't matter. For the first time.

Of course, Zifeng didn't know, so he slowly looked up from the first floor. He just looked at the herbs and weapons and jumped over quickly. Zifeng wasn't very interested in them. In the twinkling of an eye, he came to the second floor. There were three rows of bookshelves with dozens of scrolls. Zifeng was not in a hurry to see what was inside, but carefully looked at several cultivation experiences on a small shelf at the entrance. Most of them were from the realm of martial arts.

Zifeng carefully took out a book to watch. It doesn't matter. After a closer look, he knew that a small martial arts teacher is also extremely important. It says that a martial arts teacher is a process of refining vitality. The depth of refining vitality determines the realm of martial arts in the future. A solid foundation will make the future advancement more smooth. Cutting corners and accumulating drugs will one day make you suffer for yourself in the years to come.

Seeing this, Chu Zifeng's eyes are sincere. The upgrade is really important, but he can't dig his own grave. The book also mentioned some wonderful uses of vitality, how to produce the greatest power when the consumption of vitality is the least, and Zifeng benefited a lot. After a brief browse of several other books, the contents are similar, except that there are different signs during promotion.

When Zifeng looked at the scrolls on the bookshelf, some light suddenly appeared in front of him. Each scroll seemed to be emitting light, strong and weak. Zifeng noticed that most of the high-level skills of the Yellow level were the ones with strong light, while those with dim or even no light were the low-level skills of the Yellow level. Zifeng was surprised. Is this the function of the scroll itself? Zifeng didn't know how to understand this situation, and even his own hidden meaning was telling himself which was more suitable for him.

Zifeng looked at more than a dozen volumes of yellow level advanced skills in front of him. He was not in a hurry to choose and practice. He clearly remembered what Fu Lao said. There are not many skills in essence. No matter how many skills, he didn't dig deeply. In the end, he was just bluffing. His eyes flashed over these skills, including mianshui palm, big crack mountain fist, galloping thunder fist, gravel fist and so on. Zifeng was not moved by them at all.

After looking at it, Zifeng shook his head and came to the third floor. On the third floor, the whole line of sight was empty. There was only one bookshelf in the middle of the floor, and Wu Hai sat on the ground in a corner of the room. When he saw Zifeng coming, he nodded and didn't intervene. Zifeng came directly to the bookshelf. Zifeng didn't want to know about the cultivation experience above the martial arts teacher too early. He should explore his own way.

There are not many scrolls on the bookshelf, but in Zifeng's eyes, the light emitted is much more dazzling than those on the second floor. "Eh" Zifeng sighed. He found a set of scrolls lying quietly in an unobtrusive place in the lower right corner of the bookshelf. The scrolls are bright and dark. When they are dark, there is no light, But when it was bright, it covered all the scrolls on the bookshelf, as dazzling as the light stone.

Zifeng couldn't help but wonder and opened the scroll. The scroll had no name. A smell of vicissitudes came to his face. It seemed that there were only half of the skills in it, which were incomplete. He couldn't help but be dumbfounded. He wanted to put it down, but he suddenly felt so sad in his heart. His hand was hanging in the air, but he was reluctant to put it down. After a long stalemate, Zifeng hesitated and came to Wuhai.