Han Qinhu was in a state of dismay when he watched Ji Ying leave the Black Tiger Hall in a daze, and his mood suddenly became much more Su Chang.

This is how people are, don’t worry about being weak but not being uneven.

He was unlucky and angry, and he was very reproachful, but when he found that there were people who were even more unlucky than him, his mood was not that bad.

Even he himself did not realize that he was unconsciously passing his anger towards Zhang Chu onto someone who was unlucky than him...

Only when facing strong people whom they cannot compete with can people who are not good enough to pass on bad emotions to people who are weaker than themselves.

...

Shortly after Han Qinhu left, Big Bear returned, "Master Chu, I've bought a new carriage!"

Zhang Chu looked at him with a slanted eye, "I won't let me down again?"

This big bear is good at everything, but he doesn't use his brains very much in doing things.

Need to be trained!

Big Bear's head drooped lower, "Please guarantee that you won't disappoint you anymore!"

Zhang Chu stood up happily: "Let's take a look!"

A black carriage parked in the yard.

The carriage is square and simple, with no unnecessary patterns on it, but the wood is very thick, and the bottom plate of the car is thick, giving people the feeling of a black rhino, lying quietly in the grass

.

Zhang Chu walked forward and gently tapped the side panel with his fingers.

The sound was dull, as if it was true.

Zhang Chu took a step back with satisfaction and looked at the entire carriage: "Is this made of iron wood?"

Big Bear: "Yes, Mr. Chu!"

"How much money did it cost?"

"One Hundred and Twenty Taw!"

Zhang Chu pondered for a moment and said, "It's not cheap, but it's worth the money... I'll take the horse and go to our cattle and sheep market!"

"Yes, Mr. Chu!"

...

The carriage is spacious enough for one person to lie flat.

The mat is also very soft and does not slap the buttocks.

But sitting up is not comfortable.

A small stone as big as a palm can make the entire carriage jump up, and sitting inside is like a roller coaster.

Extremely poor experience!

The carriage passed through the cattle and sheep market and reached Liang's house.

Zhang Chu got off the carriage with his waist and cursed in his heart: "Damn it, I have to find a way to get a shock absorber, otherwise this thing will really not be able to sit!"

"Smack it."

Big Bear had already stepped up and knocked on the door.

Uncle Fu, who had a stern face, opened the door and saw that it was Zhang Chu, and his old-fashioned face immediately smiled, "Young Master Chu."

"Uncle Fu."

Zhang Chu bowed to him politely, "Is the master on lunch break?"

"I haven't written in the study!"

"Okay, then I'll go find him... a mule, bring a deer antler from the carriage over!"

The mule came over with a fresh blood-stained antler and handed it to Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu took the antlers and handed them to Uncle Fu, "On the way here, I saw a hunter selling deer, so I bought this pair of antlers, one for the master of filial piety and the other for my mother, Uncle Fu, this is a good thing, the master's body

Weak, when you cook for him in the future, cut a little bit, steam eggs, and make soup, which are all excellent... But remember not to put too much, just put a little bit at a time!"

"I know."

Uncle Fu looked at the antler in his hand, nodded with a smile, "Young Master Chu is still in charge, unlike some people who are perfunctory and have other pictures."

"oh?"

Zhang Chu stopped and was about to walk into the house, and asked with great interest: "Has anyone else come to see the master?"

In Zhang Chu's impression, the old man was so lonely that he never left the door and never walked out of the door. A pair of children were not around. Zhang Chu knew him for so long and had never seen anyone visit him.

Uncle Fu: "In the past few days, Zhao Changhui has come every day, and the master is so upset about him."

"ha!"

Zhang Chu laughed, "He is not stupid!"

"It's not stupid!"

Uncle Fu sneered, "It's just too smart!"

Zhang Chu smiled and waved his hand, and went straight to the study.

After entering the study room, Zhang Chu saw Liang Wufeng standing behind the desk, holding a large wolf brush in his hand, and writing with concentration.

He walked to the side with his hands and stretched his neck to watch him write.

He didn't understand calligraphy and couldn't tell how Liang Wufeng's big handwriting was written. He just felt that the old man's hand was extremely stable.

The old man's hands had thick bones, but he had long been thin enough to be skinny and boneless, like chicken claws. However, when he held the big wolf's brush as thick as his thumb, he was as calm as iron cast. Zhang Chu stared at his hand

After watching for a while, there was no tremor at all!

"This is real kung fu!"

Zhang Chu thought to himself, "When the little old man was young, he must be a good weapon to use weapons!"

Catching a pen is like catching a knife!

He has practiced the horizontal knife for so long, and his hands will still shake when he stands quietly with the knife!

Liang Wufeng lifted his pen and looked up at him and said, "Come here to see how these words are!"

Zhang Chu leaned over and took a look, and said honestly: "I can't see it."

He knew all the words "harmony between man and nature", but he really couldn't tell whether it was good or bad.

Liang Wufeng looked stern and scolded him bluntly: "I don't have any ink in my chest. I know how great it will be to slash people with a knife all day long!"

“Yes, yes, yes…”

Zhang Chu nodded like pounding garlic, but he thought to himself, why do he always feel something wrong?

By the way, isn’t this the tone of scolding Li Gouzi?

Sure enough, your uncle is still your uncle!

What kind of Black Tiger Lord is not worth mentioning when it comes to the old man!

Liang Wufeng enjoyed his masterpiece, spread his hands and said, "Tea!"

Zhang Chu quickly poured a bowl of hot tea and delivered it to his old man.

"Suck."

The old man took a few sips, put down the tea bowl, and turned around and walked around the book case.

Zhang Chu hurriedly came up again and helped him sit down like a little eunuch.

"Tell me, what's the reason for me to come here today?"

Zhang Chu said in a sarcastic manner: "Look at what you said. If you have nothing to do, can't you come and see you?"

Liang Wufeng glanced at him with contempt, "When have you ever come to see him as your teacher?"

When Zhang Chu scratched his head and recalled the memories, he couldn't help but pretend to be stupid and smiled "hehe".

The little old man disliked him, "I have something to say and I have farts. Get out after asking!"

Very good, very simple, very rough, very Liang Wufeng!

Zhang Chu: "Actually, there is nothing big about it. I just think that my basic knife skills have been stagnant and I can't practice it anymore. I want to ask you if there are any new tricks?"

"oh?"

Liang Wufeng thought for a moment and soon understood Zhang Chu's current situation. He nodded and said, "You are already a ninth grade, and it doesn't work much to split the stakes... Let's do this, change the stakes to split in the future!"

"Living stake?"

Zhang Chu frowned and thought, "What do you mean is... let the disciples kill people?"

In the blink of an eye, he had already started to think about who to cut down.

Han Qinhu, Bu Feng, Ba Gang, Axe Gang... A series of names flashed through his mind.

He lacks everything, so he is not a person who can be cut down.

"What do you think?"

Liang Wufeng looked at him with contempt again and scolded: "You are so stupid that you are so stupid!"

"If all the sword-making warriors in the world practice swords by killing people, will there be living people in this world?"

After hearing this, Zhang Chu felt that there was nothing wrong with it, and that's the reason.

"Then you mean..."

"The wooden stake that remains motionless is called a dead stake!"

"The wooden stakes that are constantly moving are called living stakes!"
Chapter completed!