The Road to Slaying God

People in the entire dormitory felt the change of Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang, who hadn't talked much, became more and more silent. He didn't say a word all day, except to read a book to eat, and occasionally took a thick book to record something ...

Of course, Zhang Yang's changes did not cause too much attention to his roommates. Although they all felt his changes, they didn't care about Zhang Yang. They were used to Zhang Yang's dumb surname.

The most important thing is that the roommates who lived with Zhang Yang rarely came to the dormitory. Most of them rented a house with their girlfriend outside, and some of them did not appear in the dormitory a few times a month.

Zhang Yang's life is bland and regular.

Every morning in the morning, I ran to the Hutong entrance to "stand guard". I rushed back to lunch at noon and went to the library. I brought bread and water every time. I kept reading until the library closed at night. The dormitory organizes the household register.

For more than a week, Zhang Yang encountered Du Xue in the library almost every day, and most of the time, Du Xue would occupy a seat for Zhang Yang. However, they hardly said a word, intentionally or unintentionally, Zhang Yang was avoiding Du Xue, but what made Zhang Yang strange was that he never met Du Xue ’s high school classmate in the library ...

The old virgin in the library still sorted out the books, and cleaned up the traces left by Zhang Yang very carefully. Occasionally, the old professor also came to the library to take a look, but he was disappointed that Zhang Yang always He never touched math books anymore, and even if he put a few private collections in the library, he didn't attract publicity.

There is a metamorphosis from a silkworm pupae to a butterfly hidden under the dull yinzi. The gorgeous flapping wings need an evolutionary process.

Zhang Yang felt that some changes had taken place in his body, but he couldn't be sure that there had been changes, because he was just reading a book and hadn't learned any fighting techniques at all. Besides, there were very few books in this area in the school.

Today is the seventh day of Zhang Yang's "stop guard" at the hutong entrance. For the past seven days, he spent most of his time in the hutongs, and spent the rest of the day at the bookstore. Occasionally looking at the hutong mouth, it is almost transparent.

"From today, you can't read the information in the alley."

"Oh……"

The bookstore owner didn't bother to talk to Zhang Yanghun if he didn't keep his house. It wasn't important that he could take out the information, because Zhang Yang never looked at the information after the third day.

At this time, Zhang Yang was wandering. He was thinking about starting from there, because in his world, there is no one who knows the real martial arts at all, and there is obviously a true master of national art in the incomplete memory in his head.

Martial arts!

Is a familiar and unfamiliar word.

In China, any ordinary person can say a few words about martial arts. However, the lack of real understanding of martial arts has made Zhang Yang grow up through martial arts novels. He has a deep passion for martial arts in his bones, but He knew that it was the fictional martial arts world of Jin Yong Gulong. In the world, there would be no "Jiuyin Zhenjing", nor would there be "Eight Palms of the Dragon".

"Lao Li, do you say that the martial arts in those books are real?"

Zhang Yang suddenly pointed at the books on the bookshelf and asked Lao Li without any thought.

"Why do you ask?" Li looked up and glared.

"It's nothing, I just think that since many books are written like this, there should be some real ingredients in it." Zhang Yang scratched his head fiercely, and seemed to be anxious to let his head suddenly understand the advanced martial arts.

"Are you interested in martial arts?"

"Do you know martial arts?"

Zhang Yang's eyes were so bright that Zhang Yang, who had seen more of the adventures in martial arts novels, had very rich association power. Perhaps the owner of this bookstore was a master hidden in the crowd. Suddenly, Zhang Yang was a little excited.

Didn't you say that Xiaoyin hides in the wild and Dayin hides in the city? The identity of this old man seems a bit detached in Xiao Yuanxing ’s underground forces. Zhang Yang ’s recent time has not been in vain, because often people who seem to have a little identity come here to visit Lao Li, and show it from the eyes of those people It can be seen that those people respect Lao Li very much.

"I don't understand." Old Li was excited when he saw Zhang Yang, and he shook his head with a smile.

"Don't understand?" Zhang Yang looked disappointed.

"I don't understand!" Lao Li nodded surely.

"Ah ..." Zhang Yang could not help but sigh.

"You want to learn martial arts?" Old Li couldn't help but be interested in Zhang Yang's expression.

"miss you."

"why?"

"This ... you don't understand ..."

"..." The old man's expression was stagnant and he smiled: "Although I don't know martial arts, I still know a little about martial arts."

"Know! Really know?" Zhang Yang's eyes brightened again.

"Well, what do you want to know? I see if I can answer you." The old man was very interested today.

"Is the martial arts in those martial arts novels so powerful?"

"Hehe, for sure, even the real kung fu is far beyond the world in those books. However, there are only a handful of people who can truly understand martial arts in this world, so you should not expect anything to learn real martial arts. "The old man laughed.

"Oh ... can you tell me how great?"

"This, I haven't seen it with my own eyes, haha, it is said that martial arts has reached a certain level, and bullets can be avoided, and this is not the most powerful."

"So powerful?" Zhang Yang stared at the old man with an unbelievable look, able to avoid bullet martial arts. What kind of concept was that? Can a person be faster than a bullet?

"Oh, yes, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes, well, this topic is over, have you been familiar with the people in this alley for more than a week?"

"Oh ... familiar ..."

Zhang Yang, who was full of spirits, saw that the old man would not talk about this topic, and immediately the whole person was like frosted cucumber: Hey!

"Tell me." The old man seemed dissatisfied with Zhang Yang's lazy attitude.

"What to say, there are 130 permanent residents in Hutong, and 31 rented ones. The elderly and children make up the majority. There are 96 elderly people, 85 children, and young couples. Thirteen pairs, there are 27 single men and women. In addition, there are twenty-nine couples in the foreign renters. Most of them are doing small businesses around this area. Twelve people often come to sell vegetables at this alley. Among them, there are two pairs of husband and wife, those who polish shoes, croquettes, and others who mess up and do other businesses. However, their mobile surnames are very large, but they stop here sooner or later ... "

"..."

The old man opened his mouth and stared blankly at Zhang Yang, speechless.

"In addition, your information needs to be changed. In fact, the number of renters has been changed by six. The number of occupants in the entire hutong has increased by three, but the number of permanent residents has been reduced by two. This is my recent collation. Yes, I can't stay here for a few days. You can show them to Liu Biao in the future and it will be easy to remember. "

Zhang Yang said, took out his collated information from the black plastic bag and put it on the table.

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ps: ***, let's not make people live, hovering between 15 and 16 for a day, up and down for a while, shit, brothers, can you go up and depend on you, today has been updated three Chapter, if you can widen the distance greatly, you still have to update a chapter if you are domineering and do not sleep. Lao Tzu has also cut out, embarrassed, but not killed by Tu Shen, but slaughtered by several Mao gods, killed ... killed Out of a blood path ...