Regarding that night, Murong Yiqing and Ergouzi both chose to forget, one in the name of life and the other in the name of ending as soon as possible. Anyway, no one took the initiative to mention it after that day, and it felt like he had never given it.

Murong Yiqing gradually became familiar with Zhang. There were not many people talking in the wilderness. The two of them said some intimate words, like sisters, and the two of them had a good personality. If Ergouzi had not taken the lead, Zhang would definitely match her with her younger brother Zhang Hu.

Sometimes I was too busy to get busy. Murong Yiqing, the red shirt who used to teach the right guardian, started to learn housework, and even helped Zhang stir-fry a few side dishes, occasionally doing needlework. When Zhang asked her why she wanted to learn these, she answered calmly: "Don't a woman learn these things at home? And I am almost like an ordinary woman now, so I should change something for her future men."

A man and a woman can't always squeeze in such a small earth hole. Later, the three of them worked hard for a while and dug the earth hole deeper into two compartments, one mile and one outside. Ergouzi learned some architectural knowledge from the craftsmen in Hongshanzhai, and set up several pillars in several weak positions. He also used yellow mud to apply the entire earth hole neatly and smoothly, looking like a home-like appearance.

Ergouzi still slept in his original position, and the newly created inner room was given to Murong Yiqing. There was a layer of earthen wall in the middle, and a bamboo door was simply made. The sound insulation effect of this earthen wall is better than that of the wooden wall of the wooden house. Sometimes when the two were lying on the bed one inside and one outside chatting, Ergouzi often couldn't hear it until the end, and often made jokes that they didn't say the last words.

On this day, Ergouzi threw a small thing to Murong Yiqing, two bamboo tubes connected by a twine in the middle, and there was nothing else.

"What's this thing called?" Murong Yiqing asked curiously.

"You can call it a voice transmitter or a Shunfeng ear." Ergouzi explained.

"You are lying to others. Where does the best in this world come from? Those are all used in books to bluff people. Do you believe it?"

Ergouzi didn't expect Murong Yiqing to have some knowledge, so he didn't explain to him, and said confidently: "You go to the inner room, let's try it. You must face the entrance of the bamboo tube."

Murong Yiqing took the bamboo tube suspiciously and waited for a long time after entering. There was no sound Ergouzi said in the bamboo tube at all. In the end, she lost her patience and threw the simplicity of the thing to Ergouzi.

Ergouzi finally figured out for a long time and finally knew where the problem was. It turned out that the line in the middle of the sound transmission cartridge was not straightened and the sound could not be transmitted at all.

As night fell, the stars were dotted, the moon was like a silver hook. Before he knew it, Ergouzi had been here for almost half a month. Through the gap in the bamboo door, he remembered Xiao Hongling, who was uncertain about his life and death, Yue Linger, who was now traveling far away, and Song Ningxue, who might be worried about him now. He had more or less affair with these three women, and had not yet broken through that level, which made him feel at ease now.

Just as he was thinking about it, a familiar voice came from the bamboo tube beside the bed: "Little bamboo tube, do you know? This Ergou is both annoying and likable. Today, Mrs. Zhang asked me whom I knitted that scarf for. It goes without saying that of course it was for that annoying Ergou. People are like him, why do he pretend to be okay?"

"My beauty, what am I doing to you?" Zhutu suddenly spoke. Murong Yiqing was shocked and ran away as if she had seen a ghost. She pushed open the bamboo door in the middle and rushed out. When she saw Ergouzi, who was confused and full of teasing, raised another bamboo tube towards her.

Murong Yi's face was flushed with shame. She went back to the room and took out the other half of the bamboo tube, threw it to him, and glared at him with a angrily look. Her happy and angry look made Ergouzi laugh out loud.

After a while, she came out of the inner room and took away the bamboo tube that originally belonged to her, leaving behind a back that made Ergouzi salivate.

After that, the two of them made jokes through these two small bamboo tubes, which saved them from the inconvenience of communication with each other in the past. Murong Yiqing has always regarded these two bamboo tubes as treasures. Every time she sees them, she will think randomly and be shy for a while. The originally free and easy female Murong, in front of the literal love, is no different from other little women, and she is still just a little bit, and her love is so simple and unpretentious.

Zhang Hu has been dejected in recent days. The method Ergouzi taught him does not seem to be very effective. He has been calling him for five consecutive days, but there is still no sign of a beauty, even if it is a woman (he has lowered his own grade).

On this day, Zhang Hu looked at Ergouzi's busy figure in the earthen cave, and Murong Yiqing's bird was beside him, handing him the food. His envy, jealousy and hatred came up. Others' affection, but I was alone, so it was better to take off my clothes and go to the evil fire. He seemed to have realized Ergouzi's intention, but his heart was not very clear. Finally, he blurted out habitually: "God, please give me a beautiful lady."

"There is no beautiful girl, your grandfather has one, do you want it?" A 15 or 16-year-old boy fell from the sky, carrying a shiny Liquan spear, as if he had descended to earth as a god, which scared Zhang Hu.

Zhang Hu looked at the boy, then looked at the many shallow and deep footprints left in the snow behind him, and then came to his senses. Maybe he was too sincere and too focused just now, and there was no one behind him standing behind him.

"Young-mouthed child, you are so arrogant. You dare to ask for a bargain in your grandfather. Look at your butt that I won't hit you today." After Zhang Hu said that, he was already bare-handed, lifted his three-pointer, and rushed towards the young man with a wind.

The young man was not panicked. When Zhang Hu rushed over, he inserted his gun to the ground, and with the force of the spear, he soared into the air, and came in the air in the air. He picked up the Liquan spear and let Zhang Hu fly over from his crotch.

Zhang Hu was even more angry. How could he be humiliated by this crotch? After provoking a squirt of snow foam on the ground and swung it towards the boy, he had already been babbling and screaming and came over again. The boy did the same thing, causing him to suffer a loss. At the same time, he said provocatively: "Hey, you can't even catch a hair of me. Why don't you take me as your teacher and let me teach you kung fu."

This sentence seemed to touch Zhang Hu's pain point. He grabbed the hundred-step bow next to him and took out three goose-feather arrows from the quiver, took a step, pulled the bow, and three "swoosh, swish, swish," and three arrows shot towards the boy's face, chest, and right arm like a star chasing the moon.

"No." Zhang Long in the distance shouted heart-wrenchingly, while the old man standing next to him was calm and even smiled.

Ergouzi and Murong Yiqing who were driven out after hearing the news also sweated for the young man. Unexpectedly, Zhang Hu was usually so crazy that he could shoot three arrows at the same time. It seemed that he usually underestimated him.

Just in the flash, the boy used a Liquan gun to fly the arrow that shot at his gun, and then his body kept tumbling and spinning. When he stopped to stand still, another arrow was tightly held on his left hand. At this time, the boy turned his back to Zhang Hu. From behind, the arrow seemed to penetrate through his cheeks. Zhang Hu smiled proudly at this time, and he had never missed his unique skills.

Murong Yiqing and Zhang Long were eager to run towards the young man who was shot at the arrow, but were stopped by Ergouzi and the old man respectively. Before the three of them could react, the young man climbed up the Liquan spear that had just been inserted into the ground with a beautiful inverted gold hook. He mischievously grimaced at Zhang Hu like a monkey. The so-called cheek-piercing arrow just now was just held in his mouth, and he did not hurt him at all.

Zhang Hu was really helpless now. His skills were not as good as others. He was about to lower his head and wanted to perform the ritual of a master and apprentice to the young man. This man who could bend and stretched made the young man standing up at a loss.

"You must not perform this etiquette for disciples. If you take him as your teacher, wouldn't it be a mess?" The old man had already walked over in a leisurely manner.

"Master, Hu'er finally sees you again. Brother Long and I miss you very much." Zhang Hu was so excited that he had long forgotten the humiliation that he had been teased by the boy just now.

"Fei'er hasn't come down yet, have you been making enough trouble? I'm not here to pay my respects to your fourth senior brother." This person is Zhou Tong, the 'Shaanxi hero' who broke into the Western Yi barracks not long ago and took the 'Gentleman Sword' Hu Lianyong', and the young man just now was Yue Fei.

Why did Zhou Tong ask Yue Fei to call his fourth senior brother? Zhou Tong was originally the youngest apprentice of Tan Zhengfang in Shaolin Temple. Because of his talent, he was not only proficient in swords, guns, arrows and sticks, but also was appreciated by Bao Zheng, who was of outstanding status at the time when he became an adult. He entered the army as an officer and later served as a teacher at the Imperial Boxing Center in the capital. During this period, he accepted two apprentices, one was Yu Qilin Lu Junyi, and the other was Lin Chong, who was "800,000 Imperial Guards' instructor". One of them taught sticks and the other was steel gun. Later, the old man was very old and returned home and recommended the position of the Imperial Guards' instructor to Lin Chong. He also ended up being free and traveling around.

Later, Zhang Long and Zhang Hu were successively accepted in Zhangjiazhuang and taught archery to them, which also made them feel free today.

As for Yue Fei, Mr. Zhou met by chance on his way home to visit his relatives. He saw that this kid was the most talented among these disciples and had a great literary talent. He was simply the pillar of the country in the future. Mr. Zhou began to teach him martial arts without hesitation. During this border disaster, Mr. Zhou happened to take him out for training.

"I should call Brother Fei the senior brother, but I don't know what the full name of the senior brother is?"

"Your senior brother, 'Little White Dragon' Yue Fei, is like that." After Yue Fei said this, his expression was serious and he looked into the distance, and he had a look of famous generals. Zhang Hu had long been envious of him, and he would have a great future with this person in the future.

"You are Yue Fei, you have been admired for a long time, and it is as thunderous as the ears." Ergouzi, who was next to him, had already shamelessly approached and grabbed Yue Fei's hand and kept shaking, making the people next to him inexplicably. Yue Fei looked at him indescribable.

"Do we know each other?"

"You don't need to know me, because we will soon become a family." Ergouzi finished speaking, and had already knelt on the snow with a 'pitch' and began to kowtow to Zhou Tong: "Xiaoke begged Senior Zhou to accept me as his disciple, so that he could drive away the foreign thieves in the future, protect my country and mountains, and do his best to do his best."

Zhou Tong stubbornly insisted on him, but unexpectedly, this person was full of great ambitions. He was really a good man from Wei Chao. He hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, disciple, let me get up. Today, I broke the precepts and accepted you as a closed disciple and taught you all my skills. I don't know which school you have ever been to, so I can tell you how to teach you according to your aptitude."

"The disciple once learned several real people from the Wudang Sect and learned a few years of fist work. Later, he learned some Qi training and sword skills from the 'Fairy Lanling' in Hongshanzhai. Later, he asked a few tricks for Lunshi Wuxu Living Buddha in the Reclining Buddha Temple in Fanbang."

It would be fine if I didn't say it. The more Zhou Tong heard him continue, the more shocked he was. The few people he casually proposed were almost all the top masters of the world. If he fought with them, the outcome was still unknown. Why did this person actually think about coming to worship me as his teacher?

"What is your real name?"

"Wu Yonglin."

"Ah." Murong Yiqing's face next to him had already turned red and white. The shopkeeper Wu whom he had always wanted to meet was actually the Ergouzi in front of him who made him love deeply. Thinking about Yue Ling'er who had been thinking about him day and night, a feeling of shame burned her cheeks. She suddenly felt at a loss and was still there.

Zhou Tong has also heard of Wu Yonglin's deeds over the past year. He never thought that such a young talent was right in front of him. He was already happy and said a few good things when he helped Wu Yonglin up.

The apprenticeship tea, knock three times, and the entry incense. All etiquettes were carried out step by step according to Zhou Tong's enrollment ceremony. After the ceremony was completed, Wu Yonglin became Zhou Tong's closed disciple, and Zhang Hu was glad that he finally had a bottom. Don't you know that he was always the bottom later? In the end, everyone left one after another, leaving only the master and disciple talking there one after another.

"Master, please help me see what's wrong with my meridians. Since I was shot by Tuoba Wuzong in a foreign country, I can't feel that my strength can't be used, which makes me feel very frustrated."

When Zhou Tong was touching Wu Yonglin's pulse, he felt his messy meridians all over his body, and an indescribable worry appeared on his eyebrows. This expression had already been seen by Wu Yonglin.

"Master, why not just say, is my body still saved? How long will I have to live at most?" Wu Yonglin worriedly threw out his random guessing words.

"The master still can't figure out what your body is like now. Let me think about it first, and I will help you solve this stubborn disease when I sort out my mind." Zhou Tong's brows were deeply locked. This vague statement had already scared Wu Yonglin, who was sweating in a cold sweat.

Along the way, Wu Yonglin stumbled and felt even more anxious: I didn't think something was wrong, why did there be a few good days? Oh my God, you are here to torture me, since I have escaped the disaster, why did I still worry? Master, I know your hard work. Everyone is adults. I understand your difficulties, I really understand. Damn, at worst, you will be a hero again in 18 years.
Chapter completed!