The Road to Slaying God

Zhang Yang was doing those weird moves.

Those movements were a little sluggish at first, but as time went by, they became more and more smooth, flowing, flowing, and unconstrained. Slowly... the movements began to become more and more coherent, and later on, they seemed to be natural!

After the connection, Zhang Yang's movements became faster and faster. Under the bright moonlight, the figure with a milky white halo slowly became insubstantial, as if the figure had melted into the moonlight.

Now, Zhang Yang really walked into a mysterious door.

Of course, Zhang Yang's progress in martial arts is still minimal, but he has found a direction for development. At least, he understands what real martial arts is and how to find clues to obtain martial arts.

Isn't that how life is?

When a person walks into a door that was once unfamiliar to you, you will find that what you once thought was mysterious is actually very simple, just like doing business, with every line as separate as a mountain. But when you really enter, you will find that things The simplicity is far beyond your expectation.

This night was the night of Zhang Yang's true transformation, just like a silkworm chrysalis transforming into a butterfly. He no longer had to look for clues about martial arts all over the world like a blind man riding a blind horse. In fact, he was even sure that there was that "Great Qin" in his memory. The martial arts memory of the principal of the Mainland District of the "Martial Arts School", otherwise, he would not be able to understand this.

This was the first time that Zhang Yang identified a person who originally had those memories, and his identity and status.

Zhang Yang is very curious about what is in his memory, but curiosity is curiosity. Zhang Yang now does not dare to use external media to stimulate the recovery of memory. After the lesson of split personality last time, Zhang Yang now has no knowledge of his own memory. It can be said that he is walking on thin ice. In fact, Zhang Yang has not been idle recently. He is using some psychological knowledge to treat himself every day to fuse the memories in his head. This is a very complex and long-term job. A character, It takes a long time for a personality, a thought and memory to be integrated into another thought, and it cannot be achieved overnight.

Now, Zhang Yang's main scope of study is still limited to mathematical calculations and martial arts knowledge, of course, including the application of psychology. Only when these memory thoughts reach the peak of complete integration with his own thinking can Zhang Yang dare to use other methods. Stimulates the resuscitation of memory thoughts.

This is a period of time that Zhang Yang remembers deeply.

During this time in Xianyuan Village, Zhang Yang not only practiced martial arts, but also thought about many principles of life, including what path to take in the future.

Now, the most important thing is how to avoid Maimaiti's pursuit.

The hatred between Maimaiti and Maimaiti has reached the point where it will never end. If you want to live a peaceful life in your next life, you must kill Maimaiti. Of course, there is another option, just as Aunt Yan said, attack Maimaiti. All the forces make him a polished commander. However, this difficulty is even more difficult than killing Maimaiti. Maimaiti's forces are spread all over China. It may be easier to kill him than eradicate his forces.

Of course, Zhang Yang's brain, which was comparable to a computer, had already come to this conclusion. In any case, killing Maimaiti was the top priority.

As long as Maimaiti is killed, his power will naturally be torn apart. Even if someone wants to avenge him, it will not be possible.

During this period, Zhang Yang lived a fulfilling life. During the day, he wrote portraits and couplets for nearby villagers, chatted about the mountains with Liu Biao when he had nothing to do, and went to the mountains and forests to practice at night. There was no pursuit, no pressure, no temptation of the city, everything was as ordinary as water. Yet relaxed and at ease.

Liu Biao has become more diligent recently. He kicks and punches randomly when he has nothing to do. When he is idle, he even holds the stone wheel that is used for drying the sun and spins it outside. His aunt was so frightened that she shouted when she saw it, for fear that he would hit her foot.

Seeing Liu Biao practicing indiscriminately, Zhang Yang was helpless. He didn't have any moves at all in his kung fu, and he couldn't teach Liu Biao.

At this time, Zhang Yang also understood the words of the mysterious master he met in the park. He said that he could only rely on himself. Perhaps, his own skills could only be understood but not expressed in words.

"Liu Biao, are your legs okay?" Zhang Yang was a little depressed when he saw Liu Biao walking around in the drying yard holding a pot. This guy's strength was amazing, but asking him to carry a few buckets of water for his aunt would make him exhausted. , which made Zhang Yang confused.

Although Zhang Yang comes from the countryside, he cannot understand the reason for Liu Biao's strength. It is like many strong men who can lift hundreds of kilograms, but they are not as good as an ordinary farmer when they are asked to do farm work.

"Okay, didn't I tell you earlier? Auntie's bone soup nourishes people. I've been cured a long time ago. You still don't believe it when I tell you. Look, I'm not tired at all carrying this wheel... Hehe..." Liu Biao proudly hugged her and rolled around. In recent days, Auntie had been beaten badly by Liu Biao in the drying yard. There were holes all over the place.

"Well, okay, let's leave tomorrow!"

"Hmm... It's best to leave now. There's no smoke, no wine, no women. There's no words left in my mouth. Damn..." There was a loud noise, and Liu Biao smashed the three-hundred-kilogram wheel. A deep hole was made on the ground, which made Zhang Yang feel heartbroken. It seemed that Auntie was coming back and wanted to knock Liu Biao on the head again.

Even though Liu Biao was a arrogant person, his aunt did not take him at ease. She would knock him whenever she wanted. Liu Biao was very depressed, very depressed. In the more than ten days he had been here, he had been hit on the head at least hundreds of times, leaving a hole in his head. You will definitely be raped. You will definitely be raped if you don’t wash your hands while eating. Even Liu Biao will be raped if he secretly grabs vegetables while his aunt is cooking...

Thinking of Auntie, Auntie is here.

"Liu Biao, did you smash it again?" The aunt held the hammer in her hand. When she came back, she saw that the windlass had been moved. When she walked in, she saw that the windlass had been sunk in part.

"Ah...ahem...don't knock, don't knock..."

Seeing Liu Biao being chased by his aunt, Zhang Yang couldn't help laughing. However, his laughter stopped immediately because Liu Biao ran behind him to avoid it, and the aunt couldn't catch up with Liu Biao, so she hit her hard. He was hit several times on the head...

"Auntie, why are you knocking me?"

"You failed to keep an eye on him and you are jointly and severally responsible."

"..."

…

This is a painful and happy period.

Early the next morning, the two of them suddenly felt a sense of reluctance as they watched the aunt seeing each other off in the morning light.

"Let's go, there will be opportunities in the future." Zhang Yang pulled Liu Biao, Liu Biao's eyes were red, despite the rough look on his face, he was quite sentimental, these days the aunt was doing all kinds of things for him Make food, otherwise, his legs would not heal so quickly.

"Hmm, when I get rich, I will definitely come." Liu Biao took one last look at the aunt, waved his hand, then turned to Zhang Yang.

"Haha, it will be quick." Zhang Yang is full of confidence in getting rich. Now, it is not difficult for him to make a sum of money. The key is the amount of money. How much is considered to be rich?

Obviously, the amount of wealth in Liu Biao's head now is at least one hundred and eighty thousand, and Zhang Yang has a much bigger appetite than Liu Biao after being influenced by the luxury goods in the noble city. The concept of getting rich requires at least several million. Bar……

"By the way, Zhang Yang, don't we still have a lot of money? Why don't you give Auntie some money?" Liu Biao asked.

"Why give it?"

"..." Liu Biao opened his mouth and was speechless.

"My income from painting and writing couplets is more than enough for our recent expenses. Why should we give money? Of course, we can give it, but don't you think that if money is involved on one end, you will still have the money you just left? Did you feel that way when you were here? This is a pure land. Although aunt’s life is not rich, she lives well. We give her a little money and it doesn’t help her much. However, if we give too much, she doesn’t. I would ask for it, but it would destroy that feeling. I think that the aunt did not let us live in her house for money. She was just lonely. She hoped that there would be someone at home, and she hoped that she would not have a pair of chopsticks when eating... If we gave us money, She accepted it, which not only broke our feelings, but also broke hers. Do you think, is the feeling or the money more important?"

"Feeling important..." Liu Biao said weakly.

"Yes, don't be sad. Meet your parents as soon as you get home."

"Well, by the way, Zhang Yang, what will we do after we kill those two people?" Liu Biao asked.

"Chase Maimaiti!"

Zhang Yang's eyes suddenly became sharp. Only by killing Maimaiti could he control the source of the pursuit.

After walking out of the mountain road and riding for several hours, the two of them returned to the bustling city. This time they were different from the last time. They were in high spirits, especially Liu Biao, who walked like a crab and wanted to kill anyone he didn't like. He ran up and punched him a few times. Recently, he had been holding back too much. Now, his uncle Biao's legs are healed, and his uncle Biao is back...

(To be continued)