The night is dark, the crescent moon is like a hook, and a silver star hangs alone in the west.

Zhang Huan is a member of the Zhang family in Hedong. The Zhang family in Hedong ranks fifth among the seven major families in the world. The patriarch Zhang Ruohao is his uncle and is now the Minister of Rites in the court. His father Zhang Ruojun is Zhang Ruohao's sixth brother and serves as the chief minister in Fenyang County.

Zhang Ruojun had a large number of wives and concubines, and gave birth to a total of twenty-five sons for him. Eighteen survived. Zhang Huan ranked 18, so his nickname was Shibalang.

Although he was a noble family, he started living alone since he was ten years old. He was a concubine and the most unrestrained concubine in the family. His mother had unknown origins. As early as when he was ten years old, he had become a monk and left an old servant to take care of him. The old servant was a mute, and Zhang Huan always called him uncle mute.

At this moment, there was movement in Uncle Ya's room. He would kowtow before dawn every day before dawn. He had never stopped for twelve years, like an extremely devout religious.

The door was knocked lightly twice, and it was Uncle Ya who was reminding him that it was time for the night swimming.

Zhang Huan turned over and got off his bed. He took off his underwear and walked slowly into the yard. The night was as cold as water. The September wind had already brought a hint of coolness. After leaving the yard, he walked twenty steps to the river. This was the guardian river of Zhang's mansion, which was only five meters wide, but three meters deep. The dark river water slightly reflected the waves, as if a jade belt meandered for several miles, winding south from an exit.

Zhang Huan tied four heavy iron sand bags to his ankles and wrists. He took a deep breath and jumped into the river. The cold river water quickly passed over his head. The huge impact force forced him to close his eyes. He fell rapidly in the water, and all the sounds disappeared. He seemed to fall into an endless dark world. But at this moment, all kinds of joys, anger, sorrow and joy suddenly surged into his heart. Zhang Huan was ecstatic, and the inspiration for a long time came again.

This is a piece of past event that can only be triggered by accident. The arrow fifteen years ago not only cut off his shoulder bone, not only cut off his meridians, but also cut off his memory.

Who is he? His childhood life that he should have remembered before he was seven years old was replaced by some fragments because of that arrow. Those fragments seemed to be his previous life: brilliant gems, beautiful women, lonely nights.

But these fragments were so broken that he could not put them into a complete picture, just like a drop of water hanging on his eyelashes, vaguely, as if he had seen something, but he could not see anything clearly.

Zhang Huan opened his eyes anxiously. In front of him was the dark bottom of the river. The inspiration suddenly disappeared, as if a kite with a broken string suddenly turned into a black dot, and then disappeared without a trace.

A deep sense of loss once again permeated his heart. How many times have they passed away, making him unable to grasp it. Moreover, as time goes by, he can remember fewer and fewer fragments. Some pictures of his past lives that had appeared clearly in his youth have been slowly destroyed in the long years of fifteen years.

What cannot be erased is only the vicissitudes and loneliness of the previous life engraved deep in his heart.

‘Wow!’ He rushed out of the water, with a deep blue sky above his head. He returned to reality from the boundless dark world. His name was Zhang Huan, whose courtesy name was Qubing, and he was from the Zhang clan in Hedong.

Zhang Huan opened his arms and swam rapidly in the smooth and cold river water. From the age of ten, no matter how cold and heat, he had to swim like this every night in the middle of the night. Even in the mid-winter where everything was bleak and the river water was frozen, he would not interrupt the day.

At first, he only had to travel around the river one day, but as he grew older, he began to tie iron sand bags on his body, and he traveled around more and more times. Now the iron sand bags on his hands and feet have reached 30 kilograms. Within an hour, he had to travel around Hanoi for five circles. This is undoubtedly an extreme challenge to his endurance and physical strength.

The broad arms hit the water forcefully, splashing a bright white water splash.

‘Only by stimulating your meridians to the greatest extent, the arrow wounds in childhood will not make you a waste.’

This is a sentence that the master never tires of talking. The master is the boss of Linzhitang in Taiyuan. He has excellent medical skills, is a soldier and has good martial arts skills. Zhang Huan is his only disciple. Although he is a master, he has never taught Zhang Huan any medical treatment. Wu Yi only taught him the most practical battlefield fighting knife technique.

‘Practicing medical treatment is a skill that is not suitable for you. As for a martial artist, he can only be at the bottom of others!’

It was not until Zhang Huan was twenty years old that his master's true intention was to temper his most tenacious will.

Having swam for five times, the deep night began to become thinner and thin, and a hint of blue appeared faintly in the sky. Zhang Huan felt exhausted and exhausted. The iron sandbag on his legs seemed to be a heavy mountain, dragging him to the depths of the river.

"Try it! Challenge to the sixth lap."

A thought suddenly came into his mind. He wanted to challenge the sixth circle ten days ago and try to break through the limit of physical fitness again, but he had failed three times. But today, his thought was particularly strong. He needed to vent his heart happily and completely expel the depression in his chest. His fighting spirit then turned into a fire everywhere, igniting raging in his heart.

He took a deep breath, slowly relaxed, allowing his body to sink into the bottom of the river, and the power in his body began to condense bit by bit again, dark and silent around him, a pillar of incense passed, his patience had reached its limit, the grim smile of the god of death was extremely clear at this time, and if he was weak, he would be overwhelmed with tenaciousness, and he would defeat himself again.

"One, two, three" he counted silently, and the gathered power began to spread rapidly to his limbs, as if a small flint exploded violently in his body. Finally, his fist could be squeezed tight again, and Zhang Huan jumped up with all his strength. In an instant, every pore in his body felt a refreshing pleasure, as if an electric current penetrated his whole body, and the extreme fatigue disappeared without a trace in this moment.

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It was already dark, and the fish belly was white in the east. There was already movement on the other side of the river. A carriage drove by quickly. Several early farmers were rushing to the road, carrying vegetables with dewdrops on their shoulders.

Zhang Huan jumped ashore from the water, his whole body was refreshed, as if every muscle in his body was jumping happily. He stretched his body and took big steps towards the courtyard.

The yard was quiet, and Uncle Ya was already out. A clean dress and long gown were stacked on the Hu bench next to the yard. Zhang Huan pulled off the shorts on his lower body and walked two steps. He seemed to have thought of something, turned around and inserted the door bolt, then quickly walked to the well, and drew a bucket of water from his head to his feet.

Suddenly, with a loud bang, the yard door was knocked open, and a clear morning breeze mixed with a red figure rushed into the yard, "Zhang Shiba, your breakfast is here!"

The voice was urgent and fast, as if it was fried beans. Then, the woman in red almost threw away the food box in her hand, and then her face turned redder than her clothes, and she ran out like a gust of wind, "You are so ugly that you are so dead, you don't wear clothes!"

Zhang Huan smiled helplessly. If others were to suspect that Lin Pingping did it on purpose and wanted to peek at Zhang Huan's naked body. Otherwise, this would be the first time that she wouldn't remember it?

But Zhang Huan knew that she really couldn't remember it. She was forgetful and often absent-minded. For a while, she was responsible for delivering lunch to her grandfather. As a result, during that time, the old man developed the habit of eating lunch and supper together.

But what is strange is that she has never forgotten how Zhang Huan bullied her since she was a child, and even remembers the details of pulling her on the left or on the right.

Lin Pingping is the youngest daughter of his master Lin Delong. She is eighteen years old this year and four years old. She is a family of medical skills. Her father is called Doctor Lin by the people and has excellent martial arts skills. Although her mother is over 40 years old, she is still beautiful and dignified. With such superior innate conditions, she seems to have become recessive hereditary when she reaches Lin Pingping.

She looks average and has been often invited by other girls to attend various parties since she was a child. She acted as a green leaf for red flowers, but she insisted that this was the reason for her good popularity;

She was mediocre in martial arts and often rushed forward to save her bullied companion, but in the end her companion saved her;

Her medical skills were mediocre. Once, my father went out for medical treatment. An old patient with constipation for several years came from the capital to seek medical treatment. He thought that his father had no dog daughter, so he asked her to use a wonderful hand to save the person. Lin Pingping waved his pen and added half a tael of crotons to his father's test, but he almost lost his reputation as a miracle doctor.

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"This is your breakfast!"

Lin Pingping angrily put the food box in his hand on the table, "Porridge and fried..." She suddenly remembered something, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Didn't you say you're tired of eating fried eggs? I'll change you a new flavor today."

Zhang Huan glanced at a small frying pan made of sterling silver hanging around her waist, and smiled slightly and said, "Would you like to change to fried goose eggs or fried duck eggs?"

Lin Pingping was stunned, "How do you know?"

Lin Pingping likes to eat the most since she was a child. After eating it for more than ten years, she was not tired of it, but the chef at home was tired of it, so she did it herself. After a while, she had a unique love for the pan used to fry eggs. When other girls fell in love with accessories such as Phoenix Chai, Ruyi Knot, Pearl Strings, and Pink Sharo, she carried a pan as a weapon all day long, fighting among the swords, guns, swords and halberds of a group of wild boys.

When she was fifteen years old, her third uncle specially gave him a small pan ornament made of sterling silver, and she hung it around her waist. Over time, the "pan" became Lin Pingping's nickname.

"So what about fried duck eggs!" Lin Pingping's eyebrows gradually stood up, and she raised her hips and said, "Do you want to eat fish and meat early in the morning? Isn't it good to be lighter?"

"I'll eat! I'll eat it." Zhang Huan quickly raised his hands, and a hint of warmth appeared in his eyes. Although he ate the fried eggs she made every morning, sending breakfast to himself was the only thing she had not forgotten.

With this alone, he should be grateful.

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Chapter completed!