The fire in July is flowing. In the blink of an eye, there is only one tail left in midsummer. The autumn wind is gradually rising and the leaves are yellow.

Nearly four months have passed since the earthquake that almost overturned Gualing Cross.

It has been four months since Meng Shuai crawled out of the ruins.

After a thrill, Meng Shuai woke up from the meditation, dizzy, as if he had just woken up. The sunset shone slanted down from the window, and the ground in front of him was covered with golden red.

It's over school!

Meng Shuai jumped up all of a sudden, jumping a little higher, shaking the thatched hut, and a few straws fell down.

"Okay?" An old voice rang behind him.

Meng Shuai turned around and saw an old man with white hair standing behind him, looking at him with his eyes straight, tugging at the corner of his mouth, and saying, "Teacher, I'm going home."

"Yes." The old man raised his head slightly and asked slowly: "Are you coming tomorrow?" Although his voice was dull, his tone was a little nervous.

Here comes again, here comes again!

Meng Shuai complained inwardly and replied firmly: "Teacher, I promise I will come tomorrow. And I will come every day."

The old man relaxed his expression, said "um", stopped talking, and slowly turned his back.

Meng Shuai breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his water cup from the ground, bowed to the old man, and walked out of the thatched hut facing the sunset. Before leaving, he poured the remaining water from the water cup into the flower pot outside the house.

A gust of autumn wind blew, and Meng Shuai shivered. The half-sleeping and half-awake just now completely dissipated. He hit his head in depression and said, "I'll come tomorrow."

As a modern white-collar worker, it was already very unhappy to come through it unexpectedly. After finally coming to the prosperous world of martial arts, he wasted a day during the day for four months and listened to the old man repeating a sentence, practicing the ghost kung fu that went to bed as soon as he started and got off get out of class when he woke up. It made people vomit blood when he thought about it.

I really don’t know how his ex got through the five years. Anyway, he had been with four months and couldn’t stand it. In four months, he was hiding out at night, and he would do whatever he did on the night owl.

Meng Shuai also wanted to leave the courtyard and practice boxing with his classmates in the square, strengthening his muscles and bones, and sweating profusely, that would make him feel happy!

However, he also has reasons that he cannot give up.

One of the reasons was that Meng Shuai turned his head and looked at the thatched hut behind him. Four months ago, this was still a tile house - this old man was so pitiful.

As the teacher of the school, the boy possessed by Meng Shuai is already his only apprentice. If Meng Shuai also left, the old man who had long been regarded as a liar would definitely be driven out and left to the streets and died of starvation.

It is very easy for Meng Shuai to leave, but for the old man, it is a life. Although the old man named Shui Lao is not sure how old he is, he seems to have some signs of dementia, but Meng Shuai could feel that he is also worried about this.

So when Mr. Shui repeated the question every night, he kept asking, "Are you coming tomorrow?" he could only answer: "I must come."

Of course, this is not the only reason he decided to stay.

Another and the most important reason for him to stick to the thatched hut for four months and practice martial arts is here.

Slowly closing his eyes, the soul seemed to have been summoned, and gradually floated up until a piece of black soil appeared in front of him.

It was a strange land, which was not big from his bird's eye view. It was about half the size of a basketball court, surrounded by a thick fog, shaped like an isolated island.

In the middle of the black soil, there is only a huge tree, reaching the sky and the earth, supporting the whole world like Buzhou Mountain. But its appearance is still as green as a sapling, with only a small canopy on its stem, but there are two clips like Venus flytrap in the center.

The two leaves firmly clamped an object, fell downwards, and a few green fruits grew on the crown.

Next to the tree, there is an ugly gray thing. At first glance, it looks like a rock. When you look closely, you can see two big eyes bulging out, which is clearly a toad like a sculpture.

I don’t know where this land comes from, but after Meng Shuai traveled through time, he could always wander around in his dreams. Although he could not enter the door and never stepped onto the soil in any form, he knew it.

This land, this tree, and this toad are all their own.

He has also watched novels and TV for so many years. How could he not know that this might be a little bit of benefits he received after living for a lifetime?

In this unknowable alien world, no matter what its use is, it can make people feel at ease. But since Meng Shuai discovered this place, he has no feelings of peace, but only felt bad.

The reason is that although the thing caught in the leaves of this huge plant like Venus flytrap, it still reveals a pair of shoes from the middle of the leaves.

A pair of sneakers and jeans.

This is his feet.

Although he changed his body, he had used the body in his previous life for more than 20 years, so how could he not recognize it?

In his memory, he was traveling far away and stepped on the air from the cliff and fell down. He didn't find the old man under the cliff, but instead traveled to another world.

Well, since it is soul piercing, it turns out that the body is useless. That's fine, but what happened to let him see his body in his previous life being caught by Venus Flytrap and digested it a little bit?

In the past four months, he has seen his jeans hold down little by little, and this little flesh must have been fed to the seedlings.

The most annoying thing is that the fly-trapping tree was able to eat him thanks to Meng Shuai.

His eyes moved upwards, and above the black fog, there was a sun hanging.

It is said that it is the sun, which is far worse than the big fireball outside. At most, it is a light bulb that is a bit brighter.

But even such a light bulb is not easy to make.

Originally, the world was pitch black, with only a hazy mist. Whenever he practiced the ghost kung fu, a ray of light would surge into the sky. Over time, the small light bulb was formed.

This small light bulb is not only small, but it will dissipate a little if it is not charged in one day. Every time there is less light, the mist will close together. Although Meng Shuai cannot monitor the behavior of Venus Flytrap, he expected that it will not absorb nutrients without sunlight.

Logically speaking, in order to preserve his residual body, he should not provide energy, but Meng Shuai also sacrificed his life, and his dead body could be a souvenir. Moreover, he was half eaten now. He insisted on seeing what else could he do after eating the food of the Flytrap.

If it doesn't spit out bones after eating, it's just fine if it wipes its mouth. Meng Shuai must burn the bird tree with fire.

Judging from the appearance of these days, it has eaten almost the same food.

A sneaker fell off the black soil.

That means that the bones holding the sneakers have completely melted, and it loses its strength and falls off.

Thinking of this, Meng Shuai wanted to vomit from the bottom of his heart.

But from the bottom of his heart, he also felt a ray of relaxation - the last ray of concern with the previous life finally disappeared completely.

However, the Venus Flytrap has not shown any useful signs yet. Those things that may seem to be fruit are still green on the skin. Even if they are ripe, they seem to be unable to eat them...

I will give you another three days and not show your value. Don’t expect me to provide you with any energy and starve to kill you, a bird.

Thinking fiercely, Meng Shuai opened his eyes.

The small courtyard of Shui Lao is at the very bottom of the school. Meng Shuai has to go out of the gate and pass through two floors of yards and a playground. He is late after school, and the children outside have long since dispersed. After all, most of the children in the town are from ordinary families, and when they are a little older, they have to share the work at home. They practice for four or five hours a day, and parents will not be happy. Usually, they will be over in the afternoon.

Every day when Meng Shuai walked through the playground, he saw empty yellow land.

Today is different.

There are actually people on the playground.

On the yellow earth, a thin figure was dancing in a ball with a large iron spear.

The body was as light as flying, and the big gun circled like a dragon, dancing into a blurry black shadow under the darkness of the evening.

Someone is practicing guns!

Meng Shuai suddenly became interested. There were many people practicing boxing in this school, but few people practicing guns, and even fewer people practicing guns so late, at least he had never seen them. This time, he saw the rare scene and couldn't help but take a few steps.

As he got closer, Meng Shuai could feel the strong wind brought by the iron spear rushing towards him, which affected several feet, forcing him to get close for a while.

The man who danced the gun was a boy about the same age as Meng Shuai. He was dressed in short white clothes and was clean and neat. Compared with the 10,08-inch iron spear, his body was too short, but his figure was agile and not heavy at all.

This kid is...

Meng Shuai remembered that it seemed to be a student in the school, named Fang Qingyan.

Is it called this name?

Meng Shuai slept in the backyard at sunrise and returned at sunset. He couldn't hide and had no intersection with other children of the same age. It was not easy to call Fang Qingyan's name in the face. It was because the name was very martial arts protagonist, and he was impressed by it. As for the child's personality, he was completely unaware of it.

He only knows that guns are really good.

But Fang Qingyan saw a big gun brushing in the air, like a poisonous dragon drilling holes, and a spear flower shaking, and even piercing out five gun heads.

The spear head is a manifestation after the Five Tigers' Broken Gate Spear is skillfully practiced and flowed. The head teacher of the school, Hou Lin, who was famous for the "iron arm spear", could only stab out five spear heads.

Could it be that this child has the same attainments as Teacher Hou who has been practicing guns for decades?

After playing with a set of guns, Fang Qingyan pulled away and stood up, breathing out in one breath, his chest was a little ups and downs, and he was obviously feeling tired.

Slap!

Applause rang out.

Fang Qingyan frowned and turned around and saw a boy with a round face smirking and applauding him. His face suddenly darkened and he glared at him.

Out of politeness, Meng Shuai applauded Fang Qingyan and expressed his admiration. However, seeing that he was not very happy, he put it down embarrassedly, coughed, and praised: "Good Kung Fu."

Fang Qingyan looked him from top to bottom and said, "So it's you."

Meng Shuai smiled and nodded again - although he didn't know anyone else, he was already quite famous because of his behavior of sticking to Shui Lao for five years. He was also a celebrity among children, so of course he had a bad reputation. He cleared his throat and said, "Your gun is good, and you are no longer under coach Hou."

Fang Qingyan snorted softly, and Meng Shuai continued, "But, isn't it too early?"

Fang Qingyan was stunned, and Meng Shuai continued: "Actually, there is no need to practice heavy weapons so urgently. We martial arts practitioners, from the beginning of driving piles, accumulating strength, loosening muscles and bones, accumulating strength, and learning boxing, then they have entered the state of "moving boxing". By practicing boxing, combining hands, eyes, body, techniques, and steps, they can go out to fight with people, and this is the state of "piloting horse". Break through further, the qi flows into the inner palace, the five internal organs are strong, and reaching the state of "weightlifting", and a few times more powerful than ordinary people can be considered as entering the threshold of a good martial arts master. I see that if you have combined hands and eyes and move your body at will, you should have reached the peak of the realm of "piloting horses". One step away from the realm of weightlifting, wouldn't it be more convenient to choose heavy weapons based on your own strength?"

After thinking about it, Meng Shuai added: "Don't learn from them. Many people will not break through the weightlifting realm in their lifetime, so they practice without caring about their efforts in pursuit of temporary force. In fact, practicing heavy weapons at such a young age is a way to hurt their muscles and bones, which will have a bad impact on the future. Second, when you reach the weightlifting realm, you still have to practice again. That's not trouble? Why should you be anxious for a moment or three moments?"

Fang Qingyan remained silent when he heard this. After a while, he suddenly said coldly: "You know nothing."

Meng Shuai suddenly felt a hot face, and at the same time, it was red and red until his neck, and said, "What did you say?"

Fang Qingyan said: "I said you heard a misunderstanding from somewhere and wanted to show off in front of me. You are not worthy." As he said that, he shook his sleeves, turned around and left.

Meng Shuai was so angry that his fingers were cold and shouted: "Stop it! You... don't be too rude. I kindly advised you, you are really bitten by a dog. Why did you hurt someone?"

Fang Qingyan said, "Because I look down on you." A trace of contempt appeared in his expression without any concealment. "All the children in this yard, I look down on you - the beggars on the street are better than you. Those who practice boxing in this yard are qualified, and naturally some are stupid who can't even beat a set of boxing techniques. Some are rich at home and some are poor at eating a free lunch here. But they all know how to be motivated. You are the only one who knows how to eat and wait for death."

Meng Shuai repeated: "I'm going to eat and wait for death?"

Fang Qingyan said: "Isn't it? So many people can see that the old man is a liar. I see that the one on your shoulder is also a head. Can't you tell it? Why do you have to practice there for several years? It's obvious that you are hiding in the house and slacking off, afraid of suffering, blowing wind, and sweating like others! At such an old age, you eat, drink and sleep at home, and eat, drink and sleep in school, saying that you are just eating and waiting to die, it's cheaper for you. You just steam a hundred kilograms of white flour into a paste-a waste snack."
Chapter completed!