After rebirth, I became a great writer

Chapter 202 Even if there are thousands of people, I will go

Life is bitter and worrying, and happiness is only about dry rice. One person’s lunch is not enough, and two people’s lunches should be sweet.

As noon approached, the fireworks in the kitchen were rising. A middle-aged woman dressed in a housewife was holding a spatula and stir-frying the food. The soup was also stewed on the small stove next to her. It could smell it from its fragrance, which was a great nourishing black chicken soup.

However, Wen Congwu had no interest in this fragrant Dapu Tang, and he was not even interested in the wolfberry tea on the coffee table.

The black chicken stewed in the kitchen was just bought by him. He bought it together with angelica, astragalus and other nourishing Chinese medicines. Of course, the latest issue of martial arts novels are also indispensable.

"What kind of black chicken soup is needed? It smells fragrant, it tastes soft and has no water. It's boring! You can't even eat a piece of meat. It's so good to have a portion of mung bean porridge on this hot day to relieve the heat and calm the air."

Wen Congwu complained in a low voice that every time he drank black chicken soup, the soup was all his and the meat belonged to his wife. In his wife's words, the essence was all in the soup. If you don't eat meat, it will not nourish your body.

However, Wen Congwu only dared to complain in secret. If it were ten years ago, he could show off his power at home because he was strong and confident.

Now, he can only find a sense of existence in books or literary forums, who makes him lose his competing power!

Opening the latest issue of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", Wen Congwu read the latest chapter.

After more than ten minutes.

My wife, who was cooking in the kitchen, heard a wail from the living room, and she was so scared that she quickly threw the spatula and ran out. As a result, she saw Wen Congwu holding a martial arts magazine, her face looked extremely ugly, as if she had just experienced something terrifying.

"Lao Wen, what's wrong with you? What's wrong?"

When Wen Congwu heard his wife ask him, he forced a smile.

"Wife, I remember what we said last time was a week!"

"What week? Oh, you mean to pay the food! That's right, it's a week. No, it was a week at the beginning, but then you didn't add it, but now it's a month. Are you losing?"

Seeing the magazine in Wen Congwu's hands and a smile that was even worse than crying, and thinking of the wailing sound just now, my wife instantly understood that she won.

"I want to have a month too! But I'm worried that my body can't bear it. If it's less than half a month?"

Wen Congwu touched his waist and carefully discussed with his wife.

"You think this is a business! I promised to be a month, just one month! You don't have to worry about your health, I have it! Black chicken soup will be ready soon, and you can drink a few more bowls today."

My wife glared at her eyes and flatly refused Wen Congwu's request. Then she happily twisted her waist to go to the kitchen to clean up the soup. She vaguely saw her throwing a few handfuls of wolfberry into the black chicken soup.

Wen Congwu looked at the magazine in his hand and had no interest in continuing to read it down for a moment.

He knew that this matter could not be blamed on the author Hongwen. He wrote Duan Yu from the beginning, and never hinted that Murong Fu was the protagonist. He could only say that everything was taken for granted by himself, but he was unhappy!

"Can! Hongwen! I will believe in your foreshadowing in the future, I am a dog!"

After complaining fiercely, he picked up another magazine, which was Mr. Sima's martial arts novel "Tiansha Lonely Star".

Because of his age, the number of words serialized in each issue of "Tiansha Lonely Star" is not many, about half of that of "Tianlong Bazi", so it only takes seven or eight minutes to finish reading the literature and martial arts.

So, hesitated and hesitated, and finally hesitated.

People! Why compete with yourself?

However, after Qiao Feng took Azhu away, he found a secluded guest room and invited a doctor to check her injuries. However, Shaolin's unique skills, the powerful Vajra Palm, was so domineering. The doctor shook his head repeatedly and said that there was no help.

Fortunately, Azhu brought her own medicine to treat her wounds, and Qiao Feng used his internal strength to treat her, which temporarily relieved her injuries. However, this is also a treatment of symptoms but not the root cause, so she can only last for a while.

During the conversation, Qiao Feng and Azhu talked about their own life experiences.

The world is not a pure land, each has its own suffering. At the same time, the sad guest in the world is sad. Don’t laugh at who is a poor person in trouble. The world is falling, and the two hearts are gradually approaching.

Qiao Feng, who had delivered his true energy to Azhu, suddenly heard two light sounds from the high place in the northwest corner during his meditation recovery. He immediately learned that there were people in the martial arts world walking on the roof. He thought it was a pursuer coming, so he quietly went out.

As a result, it was not the pursuers, but the three martial arts people were communicating and exploring. During the interview, Qiao Feng learned about a news that the people in the martial arts world said that "the enemy of the King of Hell" Doctor Xue posted a heroic post and held a hero conference in Juxianzhuang. This conference was discussed to deal with him.

What is a true hero?

Those who do not seek easy things will succeed, and those who do not seek refuge will enter!

Even though he knew that he would die for a lifetime, in order to save Azhu, Qiao Feng resolutely decided to risk his life to take Azhu to the Heroes Conference.

As the saying goes, even though you know that there is a tiger in the mountain, you tend to walk towards the tiger mountain. Only the great hero can subdue the tiger. This is a true hero who subdues the dragon!

"So that's it, so that's it. Hongwen, you guy, are waiting for that from here! I'll say that the previous plot has foreshadowing, is the two protagonists! It's really. But Te Meow didn't expect that the second protagonist is not Murong Fu, but Qiao Feng!"

After watching this plot, Wen Congwu suddenly realized that he was both the foreshadowing and the unwillingness to guess half of himself.

However, he was in a much better mood because the subsequent plot should be a small climax. It would be a thrilling battle for Qiao Feng to go to Juxianzhuang.

With a sense of expectation, Wen Zhi continued to look down from the martial arts.

When Qiao Feng brought Azhu, who was already dying, to Juxianzhuang, there were already hundreds of people gathered here, including hundreds of people in Juxianzhuang.

Just as they were quarreling endlessly over how to deal with Qiao Feng, four words came from outside the village gate, and in an instant, the noisy and noisy hall was silent.

These four words are: "Qiao Feng worships the village!"

Before a person appears, the heroes have already shocked the powerful just by the sound!

The rich men immediately saw a big man walking across the threshold with a mule cart hanging down with a low curtain. The big man had a long body, wide chest and thick arms, and was powerful without anger between his eyebrows and eyes. It was Qiao Feng.

The heroes were shocked and couldn't help but hold the weapons in their hands tightly and wait for the battle, but no one dared to make a sound first.

At this time, Qiao Feng had a strong momentum of [I don’t speak first when I come spring, which insect dares to make a sound?].

"Wow, so domineering! Judging from this description, Bei Qiaofeng is much more famous by Nan Murong. What is the martial arts myth? This is the martial arts myth. It has nothing to do with the level of martial arts. It is unattainable by anyone with his momentum."

Just the description before the war made the blood of Wen Congwu ignited.

After reading so many martial arts novels, this is the first time he has seen such a great man like Qiao Feng. Even Mr. Zhao’s "Kunlun" has never had such a character.

Qiao Feng looked around and looked around the heroes in the village. He saw that there were many martial arts masters, most of whom were acquainted with each other. The elders of the Beggars' Sect and the monks from Shaolin Temple were also there, and the rest were all skilled.

If he rushed forward, no matter how high his martial arts were, he would be dead and lifeless.

But since Qiao Feng dared to come, he was naturally not afraid. However, there is still an important thing to do now, that is, to ask Dr. Xue to help Azhu.

So he greeted the heroes politely and bowed deeply to Dr. Xue, with a very respectful expression.

However, some people just don’t know what they are doing. When they see Qiao Feng being polite, they become more powerful and insulted Qiao Feng as a Khitan bastard.

Doctor Xue also said that because Azhu was brought by Qiao Feng, he would never be able to treat him.

The former "old friends" were even more righteous, saying, "If you are not my race, your heart will be punished."

The heroes of the Beggars' Sect who were rescued by him also said, "For the sake of the nation, we should give up small righteousness and achieve great justice." Only Wu Changfeng said justice to Qiao Feng.

Such a scene makes people sigh that the world is as cool as frost, and people's hearts are as thin as paper, and only you know the warmth and coldness.

Wen and Wu also sighed and felt sad. Isn’t this the same in real society!

He has worked hard in the workplace for many years, and has experienced many similar scenes and helped many people. However, everyone has good skins, but not necessarily good intentions. How many people really remember your kindness?

Perhaps in the end you can only sigh that the tea is cold and cold when people leave, and the song ends and people are dispersed at night.

Seeing the heroes surrounding Qiao Feng, Azhu was both worried and scared, and cried and told Qiao Feng to ignore her and escape on his own.

However, if a real man saves people completely, how can Qiao Feng be a greedy person who is afraid of death? How can he leave a weak woman and leave it, even if blood splatters Juxianzhuang and dismembers people from scratch, what is that?

How can a real man be happy when he is born, and why should he be afraid when he is dead?

For a moment, the heroic spirit surged into his chest, Qiao Feng burst into laughter and asked the owner of the manor for good wine.

He wanted to drink the merciless wine with his former good brothers and old subordinates, and from then on, his friendship was written off.

As the saying goes, the cup is filled with merciless wine, and never talk about kindness!

So Qiao Feng drank one bowl after another of strong wine, just like cutting off his robe and breaking his meaning. From now on, he never forgot to "entrust his orphan" when drinking the broken-up wine with Bai Shijing, and begged him to help take care of Azhu Zhouquan.

The heroes sighed in their hearts and couldn't help but be moved by his generous and chivalrous spirit. Everyone understood that even if they were killed by Qiao Feng a few times in the end, they would definitely not be able to escape death.

"Okay! What a first-class hero. Hongwen, I forgive you. Qiao Feng is well deserved to be the second protagonist. No, he is the first protagonist, and his heroism is much stronger than Duan Yu! However, if you dare to write him to death, I will organize netizens to denounce you on the literary forum!"

Wen Congwu shouted good to Qiao Feng for his courage to drink, and at the same time he was also worried that under the siege of hundreds of martial arts masters, could Qiao Feng survive?

With the author Hongwen's beating nature, it is not ruled out that he might have written Qiao Feng to death, so Wen Congwu turned the next page with excitement and worry.

After drinking, Qiao Feng jumped into the yard and shouted loudly: "Who will fight to the death first!"

Seeing that the heroes were so majestic that no one dared to come forward for a moment.

There are words to prove it:

Where is righteousness? Drink three hundred cups of me and I will die of gratitude and righteousness!

Wherever my heart goes, even if I go thousands of people, why don’t the heroes be afraid?

The so-called heroes are just a fallen dog, but they don’t even have the courage to fight. Even if there are thousands of people like this, how can they do anything to me with one blow?

Qiao Feng let out a long roar, Kang Long turned into no regrets, and he slashed the two of them with two palms. If the mountain did not come to him, he walked towards the mountain, and Qiao Feng took the lead in taking action.

A thrilling battle appeared before the eyes of Wen Congwu.

The heroes thought that Qiao Feng had drunk a lot of wine and his martial arts would definitely be greatly affected, but they didn't know that he had a little more alcoholic spirit and increased his mental strength.

The various martial arts skills in the village are overwhelming. A hero uses [Riding Thousand Miles], and Qiao Feng uses [Roading the Formation and Killing the General] to resist.

Qiao Feng used [Heshuo to establish his authority], and the heroes used [The universe in the sleeve] to resist.

There are also the [Tianzhu Buddha Finger] of the Shaolin monk, the [Hundred-Steel Shield] of the You family, and Qiao Feng’s [Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing].

Whether it was a fight scene or his martial arts moves, Wen Congwu shouted loudly, which attracted his wife in the kitchen to come out to see him several times.

Although Qiao Feng was in danger during the initial battle, he shouted mercilessly, but in fact he was still caring about his old love in his heart.

Therefore, the moves look fierce, but in fact they all hold back their hands. They don’t even touch their former friends and old gang members.

But during the battle between hundreds of people, accidents always happened, and some unlucky guys died. They took all this account on Qiao Feng's head, not only insulted him, but also called Qiao Feng's vital parts when they took action.

The clay man was still angry, not to mention that Qiao Feng was so angry that he was drunk. He no longer held back and let go of his killing.

He took action like crazy, flying with one sword, fist and palm in his right hand, and slashed with steel knife in his left hand, with a straight and powerful force. The white walls in the village were already splattered with blood, and there were countless corpses lying down in the hall.

There is a poem to prove it:

A man should kill someone, but he will be merciless. If he kills someone, he will kill someone, and his body is lighter than a feather.

Killing in the world, the tragic shock of Yin Court. Killing one person in three steps will stop your mind.

There are also:

The heroes in the village split the chests, and the blood of the dragon-subduing palm technique is still bloody!

He counted all the heroes in the book, but Qiao Feng left his name behind!

(Neither song belongs to Mr. Jin Yong, one is a murder song, and one is composed by yourself! Don’t criticize if you don’t like it)

However, the world is dangerous and hidden arrows are hard to defend against.

Although Qiao Feng is a hero and unrivaled person, there are always some unethical people who can't beat Qiao Feng, and they actually want to attack Azhu.

In order to save Azhu, Qiao Feng could not look around and several wounds were stabbed one after another. Because of the severe pain in the wound, he had already woken up.

When he saw corpses everywhere in the village, even the You brothers in Juxian Village who were lying to drink with him also committed suicide after shouting "The shield is there, and the shield is destroyed, and the shield is destroyed and the old friend Elder Xi of the Beggar Gang was killed by him.

Qiao Feng felt sad in his heart. For a moment, his mind was fascinated and he couldn't bear to see casualties again, so he died. He said that he was a severance of kindness, but in fact he was still thinking about his old love.

Unfortunately, even if the tiger is not hurt, no one hurts the tiger's heart. A hero thrusts his sword and stabs his chest straight into his chest.

This page ends.

"I'm going to be out of context at this time!"

When Wen and Wu looked at it, he suddenly realized that the number of pages had been completed. The "Tianlong Bazi" was only updated in one issue, and only one chapter was added, and what he was watching was already the third chapter.

His trembling hands continued to turn a page, but fortunately there was still half a page.

The number of words is not large, only a few hundred words. Qiao Feng was not dead and was rescued by a mysterious man in black with a long rope. At this point, the Juxianzhuang battle was declared over.

"It's okay! Fortunately! Hongwen didn't do such an asshole-free thing, no chapters."

Wen Congwu felt relieved when he saw Qiao Feng being rescued.

In fact, what he didn't know was that in the original chapter, it was not until the next chapter that Qiao Feng was rescued. Chen Tianhong considered that book fans could read a few chapters in a week, so he added a little more.

Otherwise, Wen Congwu will definitely be furious now.

After reading the book, he was still a little unsatisfied, and was even inspired by Qiao Feng's heroic spirit in the book. Wen Congwu always felt a heat surging around his waist and a lot of strength on his body.

"Lao Wen, the black chicken soup is ready! I'll serve you a bowl first, and the dishes will need to be waited for a while."

At this time, my wife's voice came from the kitchen.

The voice is not beautiful, but with the unique charm of a woman, Wen Wu's heart swells, and the heat surges up

"What black chicken soup is drinking! My body is so good! I need these things! My wife, don't you owe you a month's food and grass! I'll make up for it for one day today."

Wen Congwu suddenly became brave and strode towards the kitchen

There was still a sentence in my heart that didn't say it: "Hmph, don't say that you can be a woman now. Even if there are thousands of women now, I am not afraid of my martial arts. Even if there are thousands of people, I will go."

Kyoto University Cafeteria.

Chen Tianhong, with a tired face, looked at the food on his plate, but his appetite was not good. Even his favorite braised pork, he could not be interested now.

It’s not that he is not hungry, but that he is so tired that he doesn’t want to eat. I don’t know what’s wrong. Since he answered Liu Yifei’s call, instructor Zhou Shangxing has taken special care of him.

During the queue training, he turned his direction wrong once. Usually, this small mistake was nothing, but this time he was caught by the instructor and punished him with fifty push-ups.

It's okay to let it go. Every time I make mistakes, I either have fifty push-ups or fifty squats, which is really because Chen Tianhong was exhausted.

The most terrifying thing is that at the end of the training, Zhou Shangxing came over and said to him, "Continue in the afternoon!"

"Tianhong, why don't you eat? The food is not tasty?"

Yu Zhijie asked.

"I'm not too tired! Zhijie, do you think, did I offend the instructor somewhere?"

Yu Zhijie thought about it seriously, glanced at Gao Wanfeng beside him, and then said.

"I don't know why, but the instructor changed his attitude towards you after confiscating Gao Wanfeng's martial arts magazine."

"Martial arts magazine confiscated? Is it because of novels? It shouldn't be! I didn't write any poison plots in this issue, and the instructor likes Qiao Feng very much! He should be happy after reading this issue."

Chen Tianhong became even more confused when Yu Zhijie said this.

He didn't know that Zhou Shangxing had only read one chapter, but he didn't read the one behind at all.

Chen Tianhong's thoughts were quickly interrupted because Yu Zhijie spoke again, but his target this time was Gao Wanfeng.

Because this person was also staring at the food, his eyes were blank and he had no intention of moving chopsticks.

Gao Wanfeng was having a fierce struggle in his mind, that is, whether to fulfill the bet or not.

If he fulfills his performance, his "little brother" will never be guaranteed. If he fails to perform, his conscience will not be overcome. If a man spits and makes a nail, how can he speak without trust?

"Lao Gao, don't worry! Hurry up and have a meal! I have a way to do your business!"

Chen Tianhong said to Gao Wanfeng that he had already thought of a solution when he was on the playground, but he was just push-ups and was very tired of squatting, so he hadn't even bothered to say anything.

"What method? You won't think about changing the plot, are you? Brother! Really brother! Tianhong, I'll thank you for your future son."

Gao Wanfeng was shocked when he heard this, and his eyes looked at Chen Tianhong differently, brightly.

"Of course not. I am a moral author. How can I change the plot at will! You have a meal first! I will tell you after the meal."

Chen Tianhong gave Gao Wanfeng a angrily and ignored him.

At this moment, he thought to himself that if he couldn't take leave in the afternoon, otherwise he would be punished according to the rhythm of noon and would be unable to bear it.

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