The Omnipresent Martial Arts Sage

　　 The sky is just bright.

　　 Wei He turned over and sat up from the bed.

　　 His face is tired, his forehead is full of sweat, and the nerves and blood vessels in his temples are jumping.

　　 "I haven't dreamed for a long time...I never thought I would dream about the past."

　　 He recalled many things in his previous life, and now he always feels that there is a layer of fuzzy glass, like flowers in the mist, unable to see clearly.

　　 Instead, it is the scenes of life in this life, like a video tape, vividly remembered at any time.

　　 He doesn't know if this is caused by the current vigor and blood, the more details that can be remembered, or other reasons.

　　 lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He quickly fetched water from the water tank and rubbed his body with cold water. Then change into a suit.

　　 Wei Ying is already cooking breakfast in the kitchen.

　　 Now at the strong request of Wei He, the two have fixed their daily breakfast life.

　　 You need to know that the average family doesn't have much money to eat breakfast. In this world, if most people can eat enough, it's not bad.

　　 Two meals a day are more common, let alone three breakfasts.

　　 Fortunately, now that Wei He can hunt some prey from time to time, this mountain forest is also weird. Obviously, the mountain forest is still half dead, and the yellow-green grass and woods are still standing.

Inside 　　 there are sometimes animal prey scattered and hidden.

　　Wei He doesn't know the reason, but because of this, he can occasionally get some prey, so he is too lazy to think.

　　 "Today I said it was a sermon by You Mingxian. Many people are planning to go and see it. I want to go to Xiaohe too, okay?" Wei Ying held the coarse grain buns she made in her hand, looking at Wei He with some expectations.

　　 "Did you preach the last time? The one with a lot of people?" Wei He asked, lowered his head and grabbed a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

　　 "Well, but...there was a lot of people last time, but now, maybe not much." Wei Ying replied with some emotion.

　　 "Can you understand? I don't understand what the Taoist said." Wei He asked.

　　 "I don't understand, but I have something to eat." Wei Ying answered with wide eyes.

　　 "...Then don't join in the fun for something like that. Our family doesn't lack that now." Wei He refused.

　　 "Well...also."

　　 The two had eaten breakfast, and Wei Ying talked about one thing when she cleaned up the dishes.

　　 "By the way, Xiaohe, I heard from Master Zheng yesterday that someone seems to have done a strange thing in Hongshi Town recently."

　　 "Weird thing?"

"Well, it is said that the man pressed a large piece of iron ore onto a pile of jerky meat, saying that as long as someone can lift the stone, he can take the meat away by himself." Wei Ying said in a chatty tone, as if She still feels interesting.

　　 Wei He was taken aback.

"and then?"

　　 "Then, many people tried to go up and couldn't move away.

　　 The last person named Xu Ran stepped forward and lifted his hands, unexpectedly relaxed, he lifted the stone that no one could do, and then took the meat away. "

Wei Ying exclaimed, and then said: "The person who put the meat invited Xu Ran to be a guest at home and had a big meal. Then the next day, he began to put stones to press the meat again. This time heavier than before, as long as who can Lift it up and you can take away the meat. Xiaohe, would you like to try it?"

　　 In Wei Ying's mind, his brother got up to practice martial arts step by step. Anyway, he is also a very powerful person. Lifting a rock should be fine, right?

　　Wei He does feel different.

　　 He is different from the average person, and his vision is different. He understood this as soon as he heard it.

　　 This is someone who is making a name for themselves!

　　What is the purpose of becoming famous? It is nothing more than eye-catching.

　　 Who is paying attention?

　　 Qijiameng, Hongjiabao. And more attention from ordinary people.

　　 Only when you have a reputation, can you have a chance to make a name for yourself. There are many followers. Only then have the opportunity to show their talents and be valued by the superiors.

　　 This method is called self-recommendation.

　　Of course, there is also a possibility, which is a method used by the big forces to screen private talents.

　　 But if the big forces do it, it should not be so rough.

　　 Wei He suddenly had an impulse. He practiced martial arts every day, then went home and hunted and killed people. There is almost no other entertainment.

　　 Now hearing what the second sister said, he suddenly wanted to see how the second sister spent time on weekdays.

　　 Although there is a nearby Huishan Boxing Academy to take care of it. But it is better to carefully investigate possible hidden dangers.

　　 Thinking of this, he got up and quickly went back to the room, carefully brought all of his equipment, and then asked his second sister Wei Ying carefully about her usual route.

　　 finally opened the door and left.

　　 After leaving the house, he didn't go in the direction of Huishan Quanyuan, but walked towards the town in the opposite direction.

　　 Ishibashi’s market is only open one hour in the morning. If you don’t go early, things will be robbed soon.

　　 Wei He rushed along the street to the market.

　　 You can see it all the way along the road. The closer you get to the market, the more you can see many men and women in different clothes, carrying all kinds of stuff, and rushing towards the market.

　　 Some of these people have ragged clothes, and some are fairly clean and tidy, but they have in common that they are not dressed up.

　　 The best thing is that it is neat and slightly patched.

　　 Wei He's clean and tidy outfit is a bit eye-catching among the crowd.

　　 But he didn't care. Along the way, he had never noticed that there were so many living people walking out of these quiet houses that had always looked dilapidated by the roadside.

　　 He almost thought that there was no one in the outer city.

　　 But the thin and malnourished people who have come out now make him feel the unique bleakness of this era.

　　 Soon, I passed a small piece of gray bungalows. In front of them stood some stone tablets. On the tablets were written two large characters of vegetable market in black.

　　 The stone steles were piece by piece, connected into a piece, blocking the large open space behind.

　　 only has a small entrance, reserved for people to come in and out.

At the entrance of 　　, a group of brawny men in black are guarding, holding short knives in their hands, which is quite deterrent.

　　 "Line up, go in one by one, don't squeeze!" There were constant shouts.

　　Wei He approached the past, stood on the periphery of the stone monument, watching the crowd enter a little bit, and then started trading in front of the vegetable and meat stalls on the open space.

　　 "Who are these people in black clothes?" He grabbed a thin young man and asked.

　　 The man glanced at Wei He and wanted to get angry, but seeing his stature, he had to suppress his anger and whispered.

　　 "It's a good guy in Tongcheng Gang. You don't need any money when you go in. When you come out, you must pay them a tenth no matter what you buy. This is the rule of this vegetable market."

　　 "Tenth?" Wei He was clear.

　　 Let go of the man, he didn't go in, but turned around and hurried towards the next place.

　　 Every day, Wei Ying would first come here to buy food, then go to the oil shop to get some oil, occasionally go to the cloth shop to stroll around, and finally go home to filter water, cook, wash clothes and clean.

　　 Wei He walked along the street, left the vegetable market, and soon arrived at the oil shop.

　　 There are only two oil shops, there are many people in line at the door, and the shop only opens a small door less than one meter, which can only be used by one person.

　　The clothes and spirit of the people who buy oil here are much better than those at the vegetable market.

　　 There are also fewer patches on people’s clothes.

　　 Wei He turned around, wherever he went, people would bow their heads and dare not look at him.

　　 He is actually 1.85 meters tall, full of muscles, and killed many people and prey. It is not a good thing at first sight.

　　 So people don't even dare to look at him more.

　　 Wei He turned around and walked towards the cloth shop.

　　 Leaving the short street where the oil shop was located, the houses on both sides of the road slowly became clean.

　　 is obviously often cleaned.

　　Occasionally, I can see some burnt incense sticks stuck in the soil.

　　 Pictures of new door gods and blessings are still posted on some doors, and some people even posted couplets written by themselves.

　　 From the oil shop to the cloth shop, the street is not long, but there are quite a few shops.

　　 At this time, when the market opened, all shops opened their doors one after another.

　　 It was the first time that Wei He saw such a lively appearance. At this time, he usually practiced dermabrasion hard in the Huishan Boxing Academy. Where can he see such a lively scene.

　　 The last time I saw this lively scene, it was not before martial arts practice.

　　 Under the current novelty, Wei He looked around and looked at the shops that were still open.

　　Although I counted carefully, only a dozen shops were open, but they seemed to be sparse.

　　 But there are so many people who can't stand the influx.

　　 When there are more people, it seems to be lively. From jewelry to bamboo weaving, to chairs, medicinal materials, to farm tools, etc., everything is available.

　　 Only Wei He turned around and found that the shops here were selling sundries.

　　 seems to be something received at a low price from various people.

　　 There are traces of life on many things.

　　 His heart moved, and he also turned around.

　　 There are people setting up a street stall next to the shop, and they seem to be selling things from home.

　　 one by one on the ground, spread with large straw mats, UU reading www. There are pots and pans on uukanshu.com, chairs, stools, pillows, quilts, combs and hairpins.

　　 Wei He walked to a stall, stood still, squatted down, and reached out and gently picked up a small wine glass.

　　The wine glass is made of white porcelain and looks very clean, with a red plum painted on the outside.

　　 "A set of twelve wine glasses, take away a catty of miscellaneous grains and noodles." The stall owner said weakly.

　　 Wei He put down his wine glass and scanned the stall.

　　 Soon, he focused his attention on a mess of books.

　　 The book seems to be rotten by a mouse or something, it's not decent.

　　 He picked up one and looked through it. It was all about the rules and materials for martial arts examinations.

　　 "These books are from my father's collection. There are 15 books in a pile. Although they are missing, how about ten kilograms of miscellaneous grains and noodles?" The stall owner looked at Wei He and touched the book, and suddenly seemed hopeful.

　　He is the most valuable book on this stall. If it weren't for it, he wouldn't want to sell it.

　　 But now the wife and children in the family are still waiting for rice to be cooked, and then hiding and twisting, I am afraid that when people starve to death, these things belong to other people.

　　 Wei He flipped through it. Although there was no teaching of martial arts techniques in the book, it did mention some relevant knowledge.

　　 He also bargained with him, using the four small dried meats he carried in exchange for such a bag of books.

　　 Four small jerky is the ration he took with him for a day to supplement his nutrition. Not a staple food. Not half a catty at all.

　　 After all, the world is difficult, so he has to save some food. But that's what makes the stall owner quite satisfied.

　　 Take these dried meat jerky back, use a knife to cut a little at a time and mix it into the porridge, which can last a lot of time.

　　 Eating whole grains is not enough to be hungry.