"Fourth brother."

"What kind of tree is this? The leaves are all gone."

Haitang Mountain.

Not far from his residence, Chen Shaohe looked left and right, watching his fourth brother planting trees, and he was enjoying it.

Stayed in Haitang Mountain for a month.

Chen Shaohe eats and drinks every day, practices extraordinary skills during the day, and exercises his body. When he sleeps at night, he poses the "Yuzhizhu stretching" posture taught to him by Chen Jichuan to correct his bent and hunchback.

These days.

Although the waist and back have not been completely corrected, their demeanor and mental outlook are completely different from those in the black prison.

The weather in August and September.

The sun shines brightly.

I also tanned my originally pale skin a lot, and it looked much more pleasing and no longer so ugly. Standing with Chen Jichuan, I finally had a bit of brotherhood.

Looks like this.

In another month or two, you can completely replenish your previously deficient body and start practicing.

Chen Jichuan digs a hole hard and plants the spiritual jujube tree that he has worked hard to carry back seventy or eighty miles away. Hearing Chen Shaohe's question, he replied without raising his head, "Japan Tree."

"The fourth brother wants to eat dates?"

"Then I'll go to the mountains to look for it tomorrow, and I don't know if I can find it at this time of season."

Chen Shaohe was stunned, looked at the bare jujube tree, then looked at the serious and busy fourth brother, smacked his lips, recalling in his mind what the jujube tasted, and thinking about what month he could eat jujubes.

But the last time he ate dates was six or seven years ago.

At that time, I was less than ten years old and I could not remember the taste and the season.

“It should be sweet.”

“It’s about a hot day.”

Thinking of this.

The greed in Chen Shaohe's belly was also hooked up, thinking about going to find a jujube tree to pick jujubes tomorrow.

“The dates are not delicious.”

"Eating too much will make you feel hearty."

Chen Jichuan didn't like eating dates in his past and present lives.

I was busy working hard, but my mind didn't move, and I replied a few words.

After saying that, he realized that Chen Shaohe had taken a deviant position, so he explained to him: "I'm not an ordinary jujube tree."

He said and looked up.

Hearing Chen Shaohe muttered himself, smashing his mouth, recalling the smell of dates, he couldn't help but smile: "There are four or five kilograms of dates in the bag over there. Can you tell me if you go and try it?"

Chen Jichuan pointed to the side and smiled at Chen Shaohe.

"There are dates?"

"Then I want to try it."

Chen Shaohe's eyes lit up and he hurriedly turned over.

Before I could see the date, I saw four bright steel knives and two iron swords that had their edges opened.

He was blinded at once.

"Good!"

"Where did the knife come from?!"

Chen Shaohe instantly forgot about the dates in his mind, picked up a steel knife, waved it left and right, and looked excited.

When he was a child.

During the Black Prison.

No idea about weapons.

But since he killed a black armor with a knife outside the Wusheng Gate, he has a special liking for the sword.

A month ago, in order to get into the territory of Yangshuo County, Chen Shaohe was reluctant to leave and threw the geese-winged sword early. He kept thinking about it all these days.

Now I suddenly saw a few steel knives and burst into laughter on the spot.

Have played two tricks.

A tiger carries a wind.

It's different from the Goose Wing Knife.

These steel knives are all "ghost head knives". The body is heavy and there is a ghost head carved at the hilt of the knife. It is quite sharp and can cut gold and cut jade. The ghost head knives are square, with a thick back and wide surface, and are bulky. They are suitable for chopping and slashing, so they are best suited for beheading.

Even if you don't need it, just put it there, it will look murderous.

"Good knife!"

Chen Shaohe pretended to praise him, carefully polishing the four-mouthed ghost-headed knife, and couldn't let go of it.

Just as I was about to ask where the knife was bought, I suddenly stopped and saw the blade of one of the ghost-headed swords appearing charred black, like burnt blood.

Chen Shaohe's heart thumped. Looking at the fourth brother who was still working hard, he couldn't help asking: "Fourth brother, didn't this knife be bought?"

"no."

"I killed a few Lishui Gang's messes today and picked them up."

Chen Jichuan didn't think about hiding Chen Shaohe and replied casually.

The big hole has been dug.

He buried the roots of the spiritual jujube tree in neatly, looked around from left to right, and nodded constantly.

As the saying goes: People move to live, trees move to die.

But this jujube tree is easy to feed.

Chen Jichuan carried it back and found a gentle slope with deep soil and fertile soil at the place where he practiced normally. This soil is most suitable for the growth of jujube trees. He took water to water it in the first few days, and then didn't have to worry about it later.

By this time next year, you will have sweet and delicious spiritual dates to eat.

but.

One year is too long.

What Chen Jichuan really values ​​is the characteristic of the spiritual jujube tree gathering spiritual energy. He is planning to take Chen Shaohe to practice under the tree and personally test whether it is really effective for cultivation.

"Fourth Brother"

Chen Shaohe was not interested in jujube trees. When he heard the fourth brother say that he had killed someone today, he was still from the Lishui Gang. He was both afraid and curious.

"Take the package up and tell you on the way."

Chen Jichuan looked at the sky and it was still early.

It just so happened that today's events are going to be discussed with Chen Shaohe.

One person has a shorter plan and two people have a long plan.

He never thought that a person could think about everything carefully.

...

“That’s how it is.”

"Ten days later."

"If Sheng Dayang goes to Luanshi Forest, I will teach him how to practice martial arts. If he doesn't go, then forget it."

On the way.

Chen Jichuan told Chen Shaohe about what happened today and his plans.

When I arrived at my residence, I said it was almost the same.

"Sheng Dayang has a nine-year-old son to raise, and he may not go there."

Chen Shaohe frowned after hearing this.

Chen Jichuan nodded too.

If it were him, he would not trust anyone with Chen Shaohe, nor would he want to put himself in danger.

But this is because he has the "Dao Fruit" and is confident that he can improve himself without relying on anyone and gain the strength to protect himself or even take revenge.

And what about Shandayang?

"Maybe I'll go."

"Maybe I won't go."
To be continued...