I can see the book of life and death

"Why did you carry half of the pig back?"

"How long have you been here?"

Wang Yulan was shocked when she saw Zhang Mingtu returning with most of the wild boar packed in a sack.

After hearing Zhang Mingtu explain the whole story, Wang Yulan hurriedly took back half the pig fan.

On the contrary, it was Zhang Mingtu who took the initiative to hold her back.

"Mom, Uncle Jili gave it to me on his own initiative, and you sent it back. What's going on? Doesn't this mean you look down on others?"

"But it's nothing to accept so much from others. I usually eat a little. Fortunately, this time they gave us most of the prey for one person. I just get a few cents for myself. What does that count for?"

"Of course it's hard to send meat, but we can send some other things."

Although the time he spent with Zhang Jili was short, only one morning, Zhang Mingtu had already touched upon that Jili's temperament.

He was a kind-hearted master who was usually willing to help Zhang Mingtu and his son, but he learned that Zhang Mingtu needed meat to practice martial arts.

Although he didn't say much along the way, his guidance was very dedicated, and in the end he gave a lot of prey to the Tibetans. His character was beyond words, and his temperament was somewhat heroic.

If you try to give him back what he gave away, he won't accept it at all.

But if you turn around and offer a few jugs of wine, that person will gladly accept them.

This can also make Wang Yulan feel at ease. After all, Wang Yulan is not the type to accept favors from others casually, which would make her uneasy.

"This...but our wine is so cheap."

Wang Yulan was a little confused. If he hadn't been like this in the past, he would have been sent back.

But Zhang Mingtu's food intake during martial arts training is really scary. She also knows that this stage is very important, especially the supplement of meat.

After struggling on the spot for a moment, Wang Yulan stamped her feet.

"Then give me a few more bottles of wine, your Uncle Kili. If you are going to make a career in the future, you must not forget this kindness."

"I'll remember that."

…

The black and red soup in the pot kept rolling, and red bubbles rose and burst one after another, bringing with them the meat that was cut into mahjong-sized pieces.

The white mist rises, carrying a strong aroma of meat. One sip of it makes your mouth water, and you can't help but swallow several mouthfuls of saliva.

Taking a chopstick and inserting it into the pot, the wild boar meat, which even a bow and arrow could not easily penetrate when alive, was gently rubbed through.

"It's done, let's eat!"

Following Wang Yulan's order, Zhang Mingtu's eyes lit up.

He had been so greedy for this meat for a long time that he couldn't bear it after hearing this.

A big bowl full of it was immediately filled.

Her mother, Wang Yulan, was not in a hurry and filled a bowl slowly, smiling as she watched Zhang Mingtu enjoy the meal.

Hawthorn is specially added to the wild boar meat to make it easier to stew the wild boar meat.

The braised wild boar meat is not as light as the braised sauerkraut, the taste is richer, and the fishy smell is completely removed.

Mixed with the aroma created by the sauce, one bite will leave you with endless aftertaste.

Zhang Mingtu huffed and puffed, and finished three large bowls of rice, plus three large bowls of wild boar meat, which made Wang Yulan, who was looking at her with a smile on her face, a little uneasy, and refused to give Zhang Mingtu another bowl.

I was afraid that Zhang Mingtu would push himself to the limit.

Zhang Mingtu feels pretty good.

But I do feel a full feeling in my stomach.

He wasn't in a hurry to eat more, since he could still eat later and wouldn't run away.

After eating and drinking, he went directly into the room, got into position, and once again visualized the intentions of the Bull God.

His intestines and stomach suddenly writhed crazily, the four stomachs of the wild cow in his mind shone slightly, and a wave of heat rose up in his body.

This time, gentle heat slowly spread throughout the body, especially the bones and tendons where Zhang Mingtu felt slightly uncomfortable, receiving the most heat.

After two treatments, the discomfort in my hands and feet has been greatly relieved.

And I felt hungry again in my abdomen, as if I hadn't eaten all day and night.

Zhang Mingtu's expression turned bitter, he was simply a loser in the world.

He looked up at the sky outside and saw that it had only been half an hour since he had his last meal.

However, I touched my arms and legs, and although they still looked thin, they felt a little more fleshy.

"Oh, keep eating!"

He went to the kitchen again and took a big gulp of rice while taking the cooked wild boar meat out of the pot.

The wild boar meat is just in the pot, and so is the rice, which is still warm.

His mother, Wang Yulan, was not at home at the moment, and Zhang Mingtu was chattering away, finishing four large bowls of rice and four large bowls of pork, eating all the vegetables and rice.

Then it was time to practice boxing again.

He has already felt the beauty of practicing boxing. He can feel himself getting stronger every moment. This feeling is simply addictive.

"I really don't understand, why would you open a restaurant if you have this kind of skills? Isn't it good to practice boxing?"

In fact, this was Zhang Mingtu making sarcastic remarks. It took him ten years in his previous life to reach the realm of boxing and spirituality.

Only in this way can his boxing skills improve by leaps and bounds throughout his life, and his physical fitness also improve crazily.

If he interchanges his script with that of his previous life, he will be able to feel how life is like a year in practice.

It seems like I can't see any progress no matter how hard I practice.

"Oh, I really hope this kind of life can last forever!"

He took out a piece of wild boar meat from the brine pot without cutting it into pieces. He just stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it. Zhang Mingtu sighed in his heart.

The only thing that bothered Zhang Mingtu was the ancient book in his mind.

Since the last time Zhang Mingtu read a brief introduction to his life, the writing on the top of the ancient book has gradually faded away. After two days and two nights of waiting, only the last two lines of "The Whispering Language" remain.

According to Zhang Mingtu's estimation, about tonight, those two lines of characters will disappear completely.

And at that time, perhaps brand new handwriting will appear above.

Zhang Mingtu was looking forward to it. After practicing boxing in the afternoon, he ate less than normal. He only ate more than two kilograms of wild boar, added a small half bottle of honey, and ate dozens of red dates as snacks.

As for the rice, he didn't remember how much he ate, but he just kept eating it anyway.

The wait is always long, until the moon reaches the zenith, everything is quiet, all the lights in the houses have been extinguished, and there is only the sound of insects in the grass.

Zhang Mingtu finally saw that the last period above "The Whispering Language" disappeared.

At the same time, the ancient book in my mind shook slightly.

The title of the book was changed to another one.

Zhang Mingtu rubbed his hands expectantly.

"I wonder if I will create a martial arts legend this time and become a martial arts wonder like Zhang Sanfeng."

I watched it with great expectation, and then Zhang Mingtu was stunned.

Zhang Mingtu was born in the year 806 of the Daxia calendar and died in the year 828 of the Daxia calendar.

Zhang Mingtu: "?"

I am obviously stronger and more low-key than before. The formula was given to my family, but I died earlier?

Are you really playing me?

"This is unreasonable!"

This is the first thought in Zhang Mingtu's mind. According to his current martial arts progress, he will be able to cleanse his marrow in three years.

Just remain anonymous and die like this?

He stared wide-eyed and looked at the book cover.

The cover flashed twice, and then a line of writing appeared.

"Nine-grade Sesame Official"