Prehistoric life

It’s just dirty, but he still bathes in such a way. Zhou Cheng doesn’t know what to say. He just lets him talk about it, but the sloppy old man just doesn’t want to take off his clothes, and he doesn’t even want to leave his belongings behind.

, as if he had guessed that Zhou Cheng would definitely steal it.

I had no choice but to give up, but in my heart I felt sorry for the five taels of gold I had spent. If I had known that I could just find a pond and throw him into it, why would I spend this wasted money.

Unable to succeed, Zhou Cheng was too lazy to wait and waited outside in boredom. After nearly half an hour, there was finally movement inside. It must have been washed.

Zhou Cheng was just about to go in, but someone was faster than him. The bathhouse owner and several waiters rushed in at lightning speed. The sloppy old man was so dirty. If the stench of bathing here was filled to the sky, there would be no one left.

If you dare to visit his bathhouse, you must clean it up immediately.

But when Zhou Cheng went in, he saw these people looking inside in a daze. After a while, the boss asked: "Have you not washed yet?"

Zhou Cheng looked over and saw that the water in the entire bathtub was as clear as a mirror, without a trace of dirt. The old man didn't know what method he used, and the clothes on his body were already dry.

No wonder the boss asked this question. If Zhou Cheng hadn't seen the old man get into the bath with his own eyes, he might have suspected that the old man hadn't started washing yet.

"It's done, it's done!" The old man over there responded repeatedly, and then asked Zhou Cheng: "Is it time to go eat."

His mind was full of doubts, and Zhou Cheng could only suppress it temporarily, and led the old man out of the bathhouse under the puzzled looks of those people.

I found an inn, rented a large room, and spent some gold and silver on it before finally getting the innkeeper to allow the old man to go in.

"Really, who are you? You actually dislike me. It's your blessing that I come to your store." The old man muttered in dissatisfaction.

Zhou Cheng remained silent, and finally breathed a sigh of relief after closing the door. With this cheap master wandering around, not only would there be unexpected changes at any time, but his own quality would also have deteriorated.

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"Okay, it's time to teach me that skill of yours!" Zhou Cheng urged.

The old man shook his head: "No, my stomach is not full and I can't remember. I have to eat first."

He really had the talent to be an ancestor, so Zhou Cheng had no choice but to urge the inn to bring delicious food and drinks to him as soon as possible.

Before the things were completely in place, the old man grabbed the vegetables with his hands and started eating them. Although the dishes on the table looked quite delicious, Zhou Cheng had not eaten for a while. Seeing the gluttonous appearance of the old man next to him, he suddenly felt like this

The food and wine on the table were all turned into shit, making it difficult to eat.

After the old man had almost eaten, Zhou Cheng urged him to start the exercises again.

After eating and drinking enough, the old man burped and then started talking slowly.

"This technique is called the Magic Technique of Last Stand. Once used, your strength can increase several times in a short period of time. However, you cannot use it again within a certain period of time after you use it. You need to wait for your body to recover."

"So don't use this technique unless it's critical. Because of this, this technique is called the magical skill of fighting in a last-ditch battle. Once you can't defeat it, you will most likely die."

Who chose the name of the magical skill of fighting with all one's strength? It's so ugly and vulgar. I'm afraid the full name of the Dog Killing Sword Technique can be more vulgar than it.

"In this technique, you must first gather the true energy... ah no, the internal energy is gathered in the lower Dantian, and then introduced into the kidney room..."

The old man wanted to talk about the method of luck, but was interrupted by Zhou Cheng.

"Don't talk about these mysterious things, just draw a picture, otherwise I won't understand."

"Oh, you are such a big man, how come you can't even understand what you are saying? It's so embarrassing. You should study more. Otherwise, don't say you are my apprentice when you go out. It will be too embarrassing for me.

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After hearing what the old man said, Zhou Cheng resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Only then did his grandson want to admit that he was your apprentice. It was so embarrassing.

The old man touched his hair a few times, dug around his armpits, and grabbed something that looked like mud and glass fragments. He then slapped it on the table, and immediately there was what could be called a human body.

Structural diagram of something appears on the table.

This trick is quite interesting, but after looking at it carefully, Zhou Cheng could only shake his head and sigh: "I think it's time for you to learn how to draw."

This picture is really too abstract. There are two arms, one is bigger than a thumb, the other is smaller than a toothpick, and the two feet are clearly two chicken feet. How can anyone in this world look like this, if not

Being extremely intelligent and well-versed in all kinds of painters, it’s really hard for me to figure out what this is.

"Then do you understand?" the old man asked.

"It's okay!" Zhou Cheng nodded.

Although this painting was outrageous, Zhou Cheng could still understand it. The human body was painted with silt, and the internal force was traced by fragments of glass, so it was quite clear.

"As long as you understand it, why are paintings so good? I'm not selling paintings." The old man didn't care and continued to eat the things on the table.

That's true, it's really troublesome to learn to draw when you have nothing to do. But as soon as this thought disappeared, Zhou Cheng's heart moved again, and he looked at the broken painting behind the old man.

"Master, what is the origin of that painting you memorize?"

"Of course, it was painted by a very powerful person." The old man nodded seriously.

After waiting for a while but showing no intention to continue, Zhou Cheng could only ask again: "That's it?"

"Of course, what else?"

When I didn't ask, Zhou Cheng smiled dryly, didn't ask any more questions, and started operating his internal force according to the diagram of the human body on the table.

I don't know whether I should say that I am a genius or that this technique is easy to understand. As soon as I activated it, I felt it. As the internal power circulated, I immediately felt like I was going to explode in my body. I didn't feel any discomfort at all, just a thought.

The pleasure of catharsis.

After the meridians from the limbs and bones are gathered together, it is about to enter the final step.

The sloppy old man suddenly placed a chicken bone on Zhou Cheng's body, which immediately caused his energy to drain away. The feeling of being about to explode disappeared without a trace, and he became quite uncomfortable.

"What do you want to do?" Zhou Cheng asked loudly.

The old man said nonchalantly: "I've reminded you, don't use it until the critical moment. Being able to run it to that point means you have learned it. If you use it now, I'm afraid you won't be able to go home. Just learn it, and when will you have to work hard?

Use it again."

So that’s it, it seems that I misunderstood.

Look at the sky outside, it's already sunset.

The eldest lady had asked herself not to stay out overnight. Zhou Cheng stood up quickly and said, "I have to go back. You can stay here for the night. I will come see you tomorrow."

The old man nodded while eating: "I'll have someone bring it to the table."

After learning the life-saving skills, Zhou Cheng was in a good mood, and Zhou Cheng didn't care about the small amount of money.

Just as he was about to go out, the old man reminded him again: "Remember to use this technique when there are few people, otherwise it will cause a lot of trouble."

When there are few people? That’s right. When it comes to life-saving exercises, the fewer people you see, the better.

Zhou Cheng thought he understood, nodded, and after instructing the innkeeper to serve him well, he went out and headed to the Marshal's Mansion.