It rained heavily all night, and early the next morning, the whole hurdle changed.

The mountain road was continuously washed away by the rain, and it was no longer visible. The trees and weeds were tilted, and the tender leaves were filled with water droplets, shy and shy.

Pick.

Pick.

Wearing rubber shoes, Chibashi Song came to the field to check the situation of a thin acre of fields.

"Fortunately, the lentil racks were not overturned." After the inspection, he felt relieved. The protection of a thin acre of fields was still very complete, and the drainage ditches were dug very deeply.

He inserted every rack into the ground at least fifteen centimeters to ensure stability.

The lentil seedlings were fine, but there was a problem with the field. A stone tiles on the roof of the bricks and tiles cracked, causing water leakage in the house and wet all the old newspapers.

There are many old newspapers, and Ikehashi Matsu have never read them.

He had to take out the old newspaper and hang it on the bamboo fence to dry it. The small stove for boiling medicine was also dipped in water and had to take it out and dry it. Then some animal skins also needed to hang it out and dry it.

No big things were hunted.

The animal skin is just yellow wolf skin and grass rabbit skin. It is very small. It takes a long time to get a fur coat - it was prepared for Chi's mother. In my memory, the winter in Jiangyou Province was wet and cold, and Chi's mother was most afraid of winter.

Because of the rain, neither Ikehashi Takeshi nor Wen Moshan came to practice boxing.

Chibashi Song cleaned up the fields and replaced the broken stone tiles. Then he started practicing boxing and feet. If he didn't practice every day, his whole body would itch. Moreover, martial arts should be maintained for a long time, otherwise the body's qi and blood would slowly decline.

A martial arts master will lose his qi and blood if he doesn't exercise for a year.

However, if you are diligent every day, even if you live to the age of seventy or eighty, or even to the age of one hundred, you can still maintain your martial arts realm and strength, and at most you will endure worse.

also.

What makes Ikehashimatsu most regret is that martial arts cannot prolong life. Even the invincible master of external skills and the great master of internal skills can still not escape the ending of the dry bones in the tomb a hundred years later.

But there is also good news. Among the treasures of heaven and earth, some can prolong life.

The mountain drum is not listed here - the saying that eating the meat of the mountain drum can prolong life for one year is just a joke about the old hunter, which exaggerates the power of the mountain drum.

If it really can prolong life, it is not enough to stop it for three yuan per pound.

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Time passes like a flash of time, a week passes in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Ikehashimatsu was dressed up again, carrying a snakeskin bag, and rode a donkey in the city. Riding a donkey in the back is the tricycle that was fighting in front of it. The speed was slow, but the victory was stability.

A train costs only 50 cents.

But not many people take it. Rich people like to take chartered cars or rickshaws; poor people are reluctant to take the car.

In the past, Ikehashi Matsu would definitely not be willing to sit down and ride a donkey. Now the 900 yuan in his pocket is the confidence - the consumption concept before traveling through time, mainly enjoyment.

Walk through the crowded and chaotic streets and come to the martial arts lecture hall next to the train station.

Sure enough, the door was already open, and some students who knew were already rushing over with their luggage.

"Ikehashimatsu!"

I heard someone calling me from afar.

Ikehashimatsu got out of the car with his snakeskin pocket and walked over with the sound. He was a boy of the same age, with meticulous two-part heads and acne on his face shining.

"Why did you come? I came yesterday." The young man named Li Weiwei, who runs a rice shop at home.

"Are all the teachers back?"

"I came back yesterday, there was no shortage of one. I had a dinner at the Mokan Hotel last night. I heard that the teachers followed the general to the battlefield and didn't fight much, so they occupied three counties!"

Li Weiwei's martial arts qualifications are comparable to those of his predecessors, but he is lively and well-informed: "Oh by the way, our chief lecturer has not come back."

"Hmm?" Ikehashimatsu was surprised, "What's wrong with Chief Luo?"

"I have been transferred to the Municipal National Museum and promoted to professor. I heard that I have made a breakthrough in the last battle and advanced to the master. Good, there is another master under the command of the Grand Marshal."

The third level of the corporal, the warrior, the warrior; the third level of the guru, the grandmaster, the grandmaster.

From a warrior to a master, although there is only one level gap, it is a natural gap. Looking at the martial arts path, countless people are stuck in the warrior realm.

Only a few people can break through the clues and find the qualifications of "teacher".

"Who is the chief now?"

"Teacher Zhou, Teacher Zhou is an old samurai. Before, Chief Luo was in charge of daily life, Teacher Zhou was in charge of it." Li Weiwei shrugged, "But who is the chief lecturer has nothing to do with us... I suspect that the next round of students who will be persuaded to withdraw will be me... Fortunately, you will be with me."

The martial arts lecture hall is not a place to live, and it is not possible to be able to survive for a long time by paying the tuition fee.

Only by learning can you continue to learn.

Of course, Matsu Ikehashi would not be persuaded to retreat again. He shook his head: "I'll go to the dormitory first."

"Well, go, I'll wait for someone, hehe." Li Weiwei showed a lewd smile. He had been pursuing a female student in the martial arts hall, thinking about martial arts, and love always gains one thing.

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In the dormitory, Matsu Ikehashi was not the first to come.

Two people in the four people came first. They were chatting laughing and laughing. When they saw Matsu Ikehashimatsu, they didn't say hello, assuming that there was no Matsu Ikehashimatsu.

Ikehashi Matsu didn't care either.

Both of them are children from rich families in the county town. They are very arrogant and only play with people with family backgrounds.

So he put his greetings and went to the reading room in the martial arts hall. The reading room usually subscribes to newspapers and magazines. His predecessor didn't like reading books, but he loved them very much.

I flipped through books and read newspapers, and it was noon before I knew it.

When I returned to the dormitory, my third roommate also came back, wearing wrinkled patched clothes, and was sweeping the floor with a broom: "Ikehashi Matsu, where have you been? I didn't find you."

He is tall and tall, but his voice is soft, and he is honest and loyal, even weak, just like his name - Wang Minzhong.

"I'll go to the reading room to read the newspaper. Have you eaten? Let's go together?"

"Okay, wait until I finish sweeping the floor."

The other two roommates directly ordered: "Wang Minzhong, before getting the meal, sweep our floor and clean it up. The teacher will check the dormitory in the afternoon."

Be domineering.

Wang Minzhong nodded submissively and agreed: "Oh OK."

Chihashimatsu frowned slightly and snatched the broom from Wang Minzhong's hand. He first swept off the floor beside his bed, and then threw the broom at the feet of the two of them: "Sweep your own territory by yourself, or arrange a duty schedule, and clean it in turns every day."

"The fuck, Matsu Ikehashi, what do you mean!" The square faces among the two got up from the bed and stared at Matsu Ikehashi.

Another round face also stood up and stared at Ikehashi Matsu together.

In the past, although Matsu Ikehashi was not cowardly, he did not dare to speak loudly.

Ikehashimatsu looked over calmly: "Chen Hai, Mao Sanjian, don't you understand what I said?"

The square-faced one is called Chen Hai, and the round-faced one is called Mao Sanjian.

Wang Minzhong carefully pulled Chi Qiaosong's arm: "It's okay, I'll sweep it."

Ikehashimatsu ignored it and said to himself: "The state has its own laws and family rules. Since you live in this dormitory, you have to make a charter. I was too lazy to say it in the past, so I will follow the rules I set in the future."

"Haha, you took the wrong medicine, it's funny!"

"You are a gobang again, and you will make the rules!"

Chen Hai and Mao Sanjian sneered.

But the next moment, they couldn't laugh.

Matsu Ikehashi didn't say much, but just picked up the enamel teapot on Chen Hai's table, pinched it with his hand and couldn't even be damaged, and it immediately faded.

Then, Ikehashimatsu pulled out with his hands and broke back the deflated enamel teapot.

Put it on the table with a click.

The tea jar is not rotten, leaving only two creases, which means that this enamel tea jar has just been pulled.

The scene became quiet.

Ikehashimatsu patted Wang Minzhong on the shoulder and shouted, "Let's go and get some food."
Chapter completed!