The swordsman who started from one man

Chapter 12 The Troubled Times Are Coming
"Master... Only after we went down the mountain this time did we learn that the people from the Wa country have started to move." Zhang Zhiwei said with a more serious face than before, with a slightly heavy expression.

"That's right, Black Province has fallen, but there is no sign of aliens making trouble for the time being." Zhang Huaiyi also put away his usual cynicism, and his face became rare serious.

"We can't control the affairs of the common world, but if the foreigner from the Wa country dares to make a move, then we have to weigh whether we have enough weight." Zhang Jingqing just listened quietly, and finally said.

"Okay, you two go back to rest and practice hard. The world is in chaos, and it will end one day." Zhang Jingqing waved his hand, turned around and looked at the portrait of the patriarch hanging in the hall, and remained silent.

"Yes, Master." The two saluted at the same time, and then retreated respectfully.

It wasn't until they reached the door that the two of them closed the door, and then walked towards their house.

"Senior brother, do you think there will be strangers making trouble in Wa country?"

"With the virtues of those beasts, don't even think about it. What we can do now is to refine our practice, otherwise, if we die in the hands of a foreigner from the Japanese country, our ancestors will be pissed off." Zhang Zhiwei's rare I made a joke, but the heavy atmosphere did not ease in the slightest, as if the clouds in the sky were getting thicker and thicker, preventing the sun from shining in.

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"Ha!" A crisp shout came from the other side of the forest, causing Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Huaiyi, who had been silent all the way, to look up at the same time.

Immediately, the two looked at each other: "Junior brother is still practicing?"

The two quickened their pace, and the trees and branches in the forest began to gradually become scattered and sparse, and the field of vision gradually widened. It was not until they saw the houses they were familiar with that their pace gradually changed from fast to slow, and finally stopped gradually. down.

The two of them froze in place, looking at the small figure in front of the house, their eyes trembling slightly at the same time.

I saw Li Zhe's small figure waving the wooden stick not far from the house.

He rolled up the sleeves of his hands, and obvious signs of trembling could be seen on the seemingly thin arms, and even the place where his hands were holding the wooden stick had been coated with a dull varnish of blood.

But he didn't make a sound, just waved the wooden stick again and again with bright eyes, and the strength of each swing was not much different, even if he was exhausted, he never slacked off once.

"Junior Brother Jinzhong, Junior Brother..." Zhang Zhiwei walked up to Tian Jinzhong who was standing in front of the door and looked at Li Zhe with concern, his words were a little anxious.

"Senior Brother Zhiwei, Senior Brother Huaiyi, Junior Brother, he waved [-] in the morning and [-] at noon. This is the [-] in the afternoon. After practicing for a whole day." Tian Jinzhong looked at Li Zhe fixedly, with a touch of exclamation in his tone and distressed.

Following Tian Jinzhong's words, the three of them looked at each other silently, but stood there in tacit understanding, waiting for the junior brother to finish practicing.

Li Zhe is very tired now, even to the point where his vision gradually blurs, breathing becomes more and more difficult every time, and now he can continue to wave, relying entirely on his own perseverance to hold on.

He felt that his arm was not only extremely sore, but even slightly swollen, as if all the blood vessels in his arm had exploded.

"490 eight, 490 nine, five hundred!"

Li Zhe silently memorized this number in his heart, and after the last waving ended, he finally couldn't hold on anymore, his body staggered, and he fell forward.

But he didn't fall, he just supported the wooden stick with his hands, letting himself breathe there.

Seeing that Li Zhe had finished practicing, the three of Zhang Zhiwei hurried forward, supported Li Zhe, and asked with some concern: "Little brother, how are you...you..."

"Senior brother, you are back." Li Zhe raised his head, looked at the three Zhang Zhiwei who surrounded him, and after showing a rather tired smile, he passed out directly.

"Junior Brother, Junior Brother." Seeing this, Zhang Huaiyi hurried up and called a few times tentatively, but Li Zhe didn't respond at all.

"This is after breaking your own limit. The burden on your body is too great, and you fainted. Huaiyi, you carry your junior brother into the house, Jinzhong, you go to boil some hot water, and I will get some medicinal materials." After a trace of Qi probed Li Zhe's body, he quickly said to the two of them.

"Okay." The two of them didn't talk nonsense, and directly carried Li Zhe back to the room, and Zhang Zhiwei didn't waste time, and ran towards Zhang Jingqing's direction again.

It wasn't until Tian Jinzhong's water boiled that Zhang Zhiwei came back with a big package.

Tian Jinzhong was taken aback when he saw the package Zhang Zhiwei was holding: "Brother, this is..."

"Master gave this to me. He said it was his own collection, and outsiders can't gossip about it." Zhang Zhiwei just opened the package silently, and found that it was dozens of packages of medicinal materials.

This made the two of them stunned at the same time.

After reacting, I quickly opened a bag and put it in the water.

Not long after entering the water, the medicinal materials melted in the water, and the water also turned a thick dark brown.

"Go and bring my junior brother here." Zhang Zhiwei said to Tian Jinzhong while looking at the fire.

Tian Jinzhong didn't talk too much nonsense, and went directly to Zhang Huaiyi.

Not long after, I saw Zhang Huaiyi walking in with his younger brother on his back.

"Take off all the clothes of my junior brother..."

Zhang Huaiyi nodded, put Li Zhe down, glanced at Li Zhe's clothes, and stripped them off.

"Huo." Zhang Huaiyi sighed. "It's like this at the age of eight, and I will go to heaven in the future."

When Tian Jinzhong and Zhang Zhiwei heard about it, they both had black lines on their faces, and at the same time looked at Zhang Huaiyi with a murderous look.

Zhang Huaiyi seemed to feel the murderous intent of the two, shrank his neck, and said with a smile: "Just kidding, just kidding."

"Put the little brother in, I've already controlled the temperature, it won't be hot."

Zhang Huaiyi hugged Li Zhe, and carefully put him into the big wooden barrel containing the medicinal soup.

Afterwards, Tian Jinzhong was asked to keep Li Zhe from falling down, while Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Huaiyi, one controlled the size of the fire in the barrel, and the other circulated Qi, stimulating the acupuncture points all over Li Zhe's body, so that Li Zhe could go faster of drug absorption.

It was under such recuperation that Li Zhe's complexion gradually became extremely rosy.

By the end, steam started to come out of the head.

After nearly two hours, Zhang Huaiyi felt that his qi was almost gone, and the color of the medicinal soup became as pale as clear water, so he slowly withdrew his qi.

"Huh, after this lap, I feel more tired than practicing." Zhang Huaiyi's face turned pale, and he quickly sat aside and adjusted his breath.

"Okay, it's good for you to let you move your qi like this, don't get cheap and act like a good boy." Zhang Zhiwei said a little angrily.

In order to keep the wooden barrel in a gentle state, he burned his face to black, leaving only a mouthful of big white teeth still eye-catching...

"Well, it's so hot..."

(End of this chapter)