I practiced with a cheat

Zhou Heng, who had been practicing martial arts in the martial arts hall for a day, didn't know what people had said about him.

It was almost dusk now.

Coming out of the martial arts hall, Zhou Heng was walking on his way home, and then he realized that the people around him looked at him differently.

The young man looked at him with envy.

The young woman looked at him with admiration.

The middle-aged men and women looked at him with admiration.

When old men and women passed by, they would also take a good look at him, and then sighed in a low voice that people were dying of comparison.

"What's going on?" Zhou Heng felt that something was wrong. He touched his face and thought to himself, "Am I getting more handsome again?"

Although he was already handsome, who would refuse to become more handsome?

After all, whether it is the earth or this world, many times you have to look at your face.

For example, when opening a lucky bag.

It was not until he bought two pounds of ribs from a pork shop that he realized that people were not only paying attention to him because he was handsome, but also because he was a 17-year-old ninth-grade.

How did Zhou Heng know?

Because when he went to buy ribs, the butcher was beating the child with the handle of a knife.

He was still muttering:

I told you not to practice martial arts well, and to be lazy. Look at Zhou Heng, who was already a ninth-rank at the age of seventeen. His mother is already thirteen, and he can't even stand in a horse stance. I'll ask your mother if she cheated on me. Why are you so lazy! ?

Zhou Heng still remembered that when he came out, the butcher's wife just came in. After hearing what the butcher said, she picked up the butcher knife next to her and walked over.

The butcher can only wish for good luck.

Carrying two pounds of ribs and a pound of lotus roots he just bought, he looked at the sunset in the distance and the red clouds in the sky.

On the way home.

Zhou Heng felt that this was life.

Today he planned to reward himself and stew lotus root and ribs soup.

Tomorrow he would go to the martial arts hall early.

The owner of the hall would personally grant him a new identity different from that of an apprentice, and at the same time allocate him an independent practice room.

The key is -

Tuition is free!

Lunch included!

This made Zhou Heng feel full of happiness.

Although there is no convenient Internet, no computer, no games, but such a leisurely and stable life where you can see your progress every day seems not bad.

The only flaw is that there is not enough money to spend.

In order to save money, he bought two pounds of ribs and specially selected the cheapest ones.

The taste of the stew on Earth is not good.

... It would be great if I could have a chance to go back to Earth to see if my parents on Earth are doing well.

Two and a half years.

Thinking of this, Zhou Heng couldn't help but have some emotions that he had deliberately suppressed for a long time. He shook his head and let the scenes of light and shadow that flashed in his mind dissipate.

"It's useless to think about these things now. Work hard to practice, practice martial arts, and practice Taoism!" In fact, he has become accustomed to this kind of psychological adjustment, and silently said to himself: "Become strong, and you will have everything!"

This is not a peaceful and peaceful world.

The scene he saw two years ago made Zhou Heng clearly know that "fighting between gods and immortals will bring disaster to mortals" is not an empty talk.

Suppose that when the two high-level warriors fought, they passed through his village, all the local people, including himself, would not survive.

Even the bones could not be preserved.

In addition to these "gods" who exist in the open, there are also ghosts and evil things growing in secret.

"Take it step by step, first get the quota of Changxing Sect's outer disciples.

"At least sixty taels of silver per year, and ten taels of silver to rent a middle-class room in Changxing Building for a year. Don't miss it.

"This is a bloody profit!"

...

Before leaving the city, Zhou Heng confirmed that someone was following him.

It was a young man wearing a white brocade robe, a white jade hair crown, a short stature, and even a little slender.

This made him feel a little puzzled.

He didn't seem to have offended anyone, so why would someone follow him?

And judging from the sound of this person's hidden footsteps and the agility of his movements, he was at least a ninth-grade warrior, or even an eighth-grade warrior.

So, when approaching the city gate, Zhou Heng stopped at a remote alley.

No one was around.

Only the figure following behind was hiding.

"Come out." Zhou Heng said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency is following me, what do you want to do?"

"..."

"..."

No one spoke.

No one came out.

As quiet as a chicken.

"Come out!" Zhou Heng shouted again, his voice was not small, and his hand was already on the knife.

Bang!

A sound like stepping on something came from a corner of the wall.

"Ah! Not good!"

Then, the young man in a white brocade robe, with a handsome and gentle appearance, walked out from the corner of the wall.

Compared with when she was in the teahouse, she had a folding fan in her hand.

"This young man..." She smiled and was about to say hello to Zhou Heng, and at the same time, she swung the folding fan in her hand.

Snap!

She must have wanted to imitate the storyteller and opened the folding fan in her hand in a casual manner, but who knew that she used too much force and the newly bought folding fan directly broke in the middle, and the fan surface was torn into two pieces.

The wind from the fan when it broke also blew the mustache on her lips crooked.

But she herself was unaware of this.

Zhou Heng was stunned. What is this guy doing? ?

Performance Art? ?

"This, this, accident, just an accident." The young master smiled awkwardly, hid the cracked folding fan behind his back, and his expression barely returned to normal, "This master, are you Zhou Heng?"

"No, I'm not Zhou Heng." Zhou Heng shook his head in denial. On the surface, he remained calm, but his inner alertness suddenly increased.

He heard Lin Cang talk about some things in the world.

If you are followed or robbed by someone and ask if you are a certain person, it means that you may have been assassinated.

The other party's goal is to take your life.

"Ah?" The young master scratched his head and wondered for a long time how could it not be the case. She asked with some confusion: "Aren't you the Zhou Heng who fought with Sun Zhengping to compete for Wang Qingqing's final favor?"

"What the hell??" Zhou Heng was confused.

What is this all about?

When did he have a fight with Sun Zhengping to compete for Wang Qingqing? ?

"It's the story told by the storyteller..." Seeing Zhou Heng's reaction, the young master was immediately puzzled and briefly told Zhou Heng what the storyteller told him.

It turns out that there is not only love and hatred between children, but also things like encounters with immortals in dreams and blessings, and the reincarnation of ancient gods and men.

Of course, the most ridiculous thing is to say that because Zhou Heng loves Wang Qingqing, he competes with Sun Zhengping.

Zhou Heng was dumbfounded.

Are all the storytellers in this world so awesome?

Fans should also talk about the basic laws!

That's outrageous!

"Do you want to know the follow-up plot?" Zhou Heng suppressed the desire to complain in his heart, took a deep breath, and said: "I have no comment on this, girl, please come back."

"You are the protagonist of the story, how can you have nothing to say?" The young master shook his head, and then she let out a light sigh. Then she was shocked, backed away, pointed at Zhou Heng, and said in shock: "No, you, how did you find out? ?”

I'm not blind... The corners of Zhou Heng's mouth twitched slightly and he pointed at his lips.

And anyone with a normal mind can tell that she is a girl when seeing this extremely handsome face.

"Ah! Why is it crooked?"

The girl touched the mustache on her lips, straightened herself quickly, and then looked at Zhou Heng, "Okay now, you really don't know what's going to happen next?"

"..." Zhou Heng was speechless and sighed: "Girl, you'd better go home early to avoid being cheated outside."

He reminded me from the heart.

After all, this girl's brain doesn't seem to be very useful.

"Hmm." The girl rolled her eyes, glanced at the ribs in Zhou Heng's hand, and said with a smile, "How about I pay you to tell me the story?"

Alas?

Did she judge that I was short of money based on the parts of the ribs I bought?

Zhou Heng was a little surprised, but still shook his head and said: "I'm not that kind of person... um... how much does it cost?"

"One hundred taels." The girl beamed.

"Deal!" Zhou Heng nodded immediately, so decisively that the girl was a little stunned.

…

The golden crow hung low, and the rays of the setting sun filtered through the leaves and fell on a path in the forest.

A luxuriously decorated carriage drove slowly.

In this carriage, there was a young man who looked to be in his twenties and was sitting quietly holding a sword. He had handsome features and slightly dark skin, as if he was often exposed to the sun.

He is the personal disciple of the law enforcement elder of the Changxing Sect, a young hero ranked ninety-nine on the list, and at the age of twenty-three, he is already the eighth-level martial arts "Luoxia Feijian" Kong Chengshun.

Bang bang.

At this time, there was a knocking sound outside the carriage, and someone asked: "Senior Brother Kong, just now there is a letter from Fei Ge, a letter to you."

Kong Chengshun slowly opened his eyes and said, "Whose is it?"

A voice from outside said: "It belongs to Huang Jingfu, the owner of Tongchang Martial Arts Hall. Do you want to see it, Senior Brother Kong?"

"Don't look at it." Kong Chengshun said calmly: "Burn it."

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