The Book of Heaven

Chapter 171 Stockade
The bamboo building is a kind of stilted building with a very southern style. Although the area is not large, it is quite tastefully furnished by the village owner Wu Guduo'er.

A mere Yelang village cannot be extravagant, and Wuguduoer, the owner of the village, is even less likely to be extravagant. But when Ma Zheng saw a piece of satin cloth head picked up from nowhere and Wuguduoer embroidered eyebrows and regarded it as a doll, he decided to Leave this ghost place tomorrow morning.

He was afraid that because of a momentary soft-heartedness, he would give all the golden keys in the purse to Wu Guduo'er.

Although even that would not starve him to death, Ma Zheng really didn't want to rely on his martial arts to do things like big turbans.

"Wuguduo'er said that there are several big families near Jiazhou Mansion, maybe we should go for a walk tomorrow, if there is chalcedony, it will be harvested."

If you want to quickly increase your own skills, chalcedony is naturally the best choice, but Ma Zheng can't buy this thing, let alone Ma Zheng, even Liu Dezhu, so the only The best way is to grab.

Ma Zheng didn't have too much mental burden on this, his idea was to be courteous before fighting.

If the person holding chalcedony is an ordinary rich man, Ma Zheng doesn't mind everyone negotiating a price. If the other party is a martial arts family, Ma Zheng can take another way.

I believe that no one will mind that my family's martial arts are better, just like the "Jade Peeling Sword Technique" that Ma Zhao can't learn, it can be carried forward in Ma Zheng's hands in just a day or two. Confidence, as long as time is enough, he can perfect any kung fu.

Perfection does not mean being exactly the same as the person who created this skill, but making corresponding adjustments for different practitioners.

Teaching according to the person is the most sacred ability in every teacher's heart, but there are very few people who can really do this, and there are only a few of them throughout the ages.

Ma Zheng is definitely one of the outliers. It is definitely not possible to ask him to teach culture, but it is really not difficult for Ma Zheng just to improve the existing martial arts.

Lying on the black bone bed with a little fragrance, Ma Zheng looked at the dense bamboo ceiling, seemingly in a daze, but in fact his body had already started to function.

Diligence can make up for one's inadequacy, if a person who is not incompetent is still very hardworking, then success will not take him too far away, nor will he let him wait for too long.

Ma Zheng felt that he was such a person, so he was not worried at all that he would fail. Unless he was killed halfway, Ma Zheng felt that he would definitely reach the other side of success.

It's just that I didn't expect that a thief would come into the room in the middle of the night, and it was a fragrant female thief.

No matter how you look at it, Ma Zheng who was lying on the bed looked like a person who was already asleep, so when Wu Guduo'er squeezed onto the bed, he seemed very cautious.She didn't touch the bag beside the bed, which surprised Ma Zheng. Could it be that she really wasn't looking for money, and if she wasn't looking for money, what was she looking for?

Is it color?

When this idea came up in his mind, Ma Zheng felt an extra hand, a soft hand, under his lower abdomen.

The softness of the little hand is in stark contrast to the hardness of a certain part of the body.

In a sense, Ma Zheng is an adult, and it is always difficult for an adult man to control certain things, especially when a woman takes the initiative in this matter.

Although Wu Guduo'er is not a Han Chinese, this does not detract from her cuteness. Even though Ma Zheng doesn't know Wu Guduo'er's exact age, he already knew this Yelang woman when Wu Guduo'er held her arm in the afternoon Ripe.

If this kind of thing happened in his previous life, Ma Zheng would definitely not mind continuing to develop it, and he would even take the initiative to develop it, but it is different now. As a warrior, Ma Zheng is not sure that once he loses the so-called "Yuanyang" , Will my body change?

This weird concept came from the mouth of the third uncle. If it was just mentioned by the third uncle, Ma Zheng might not care about it. Xinxin, if he just wants to have fun for a while but ruins his progress in martial arts, then he really can't cry.

So it's fine to enjoy the excitement, when Wu Guduo'er's hand was about to reach into his belt, Ma Zheng finally didn't dare to pretend to be asleep.

"You'd better let me sleep by myself."

"Aren't I pretty?"

Under the candlelight, Wu Guduo'er blinked and blinked, her black eyeballs rolled and turned in her eye sockets, her long eyelashes kept brushing, and her eyes were extremely puzzled.

While talking, Wu Guduo'er pressed her limp body on Ma Zheng's body, wriggling a little bit.

"You're beautiful, the problem is with me."

Grabbing Wu Guduo'er's collar with his hands, he lifted the little girl off his body, with a wry smile on his face, and gently put her on the ground, "So you don't have to be surprised."

"Is there something wrong with your body? No, I felt normal just now." Wu Guduoer frowned, raised her hand to touch the tattoo on her face, "Could it be because of these divine lines on my face?" ?”

"It's really not because of this."

Ma Zheng didn't know how to explain to Wu Guduoer, so he could only pat Wuguduoer's butt lightly, and pushed him to the door under Wuguduoer's reluctant eyes.

"Actually, I just want a baby."

Wu Guduo'er's words made Ma Zheng twitch and twitch, and secretly scolded himself for being affectionate, thinking that he was taken for by others because of his good skin, and that he was regarded as a stallion by others for his feelings.

As a result, the originally agitated mood suddenly cooled down, and he lost the interest to continue talking to Wu Guduoer. After closing the door, he simply sat cross-legged on the bed, and practiced until dawn as soon as he closed his eyes.

"Sure enough, cultivation is like walking against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. After this night of hard work, even if you can't break through the realm, your true energy will be more condensed."

The morning light shines brightly and falls on Ma Zheng's face through the paper window, bringing him waves of warmth.

There was a knock on the door, and the person bringing in the water turned out to be Wu Guduo'er.

"Thanks a lot."

"It's okay, breakfast has been prepared for you. I believe the breakfast prepared for you today will be satisfactory." Wu Guduo'er smiled lightly, put down the basin and walked out of the room.

When Ma Zheng went out, he found steamed buns on the dining table. Although the color was not so pure white, it was already commendable to be able to appear in the village of Yelang people.

Porridge and steamed buns, this kind of typical Han people's food appeared in the village of Yelang people, it seems that they were indeed prepared for Ma Zheng, but Ma Zheng was really moved.

But being moved was moved, Ma Zheng would never agree to Wu Guduoer's request.

"I can't stay here."

"why?"

Wu Guduoer asked innocently.

"Because, I am a prisoner of the imperial court. Do you understand the imperial court? If I stay, officers and soldiers will kill me in a short time. If you are Han Chinese, you may be spared death, but you are from Yelang, and the imperial court I believe you understand what punishments will be imposed on foreigners who break the law."

"You turned out to be a prisoner, how is that possible?"

Ma Zheng laughed at himself, packed his bags, and led the horse.

"You, where are you going?"

"Since you are a prisoner, of course you have to do what a prisoner should do."

Ma Zheng rode on the short Yunnan horse, just waved his hands but didn't look back, and rushed out of Yelang village without stopping.

(End of this chapter)