Zhao Yousong, who had just returned from a private school in the rain, saw that the door was locked. He did not open the door with the key tied around his neck. Instead, he looked around sneakily and found that there was no one. He climbed up the yard wall like a monkey, and jumped easily into the middle of the yard.

Who doesn’t have a dream of a hero who can fly over the eaves and walls? The little boy practiced according to the martial arts he passed down in his mind. He has never been lazy for more than three years.

Last month, he quietly went up the mountain to chop firewood alone without telling it. Before he could cut the firewood, he met three wild wolves.

Since he practiced martial arts, he could feel that his strength had become much stronger. When he wrestled his wrists with the children in the village, he could easily beat their hands with one hand, and he also became faster when running. However, he always remembered what his master said and tried not to show his kung fu in front of others. In addition, no rogue in the past three years has dared to harass his mother, so he has not used his kung fu in fighting once.

He had never used kung fu, so he just thought he was an ordinary person, not to mention that he was only seven or eight years old. Seeing the evil wolf, his eyes were green, and after screaming, he fled among the mountains.

Strangely, the wild wolf who usually dominates the mountains failed to catch up with the little boy for half an hour. After another stick of incense, it was probably because the little boy was in a panic and ran to a cliff before being blocked by the three wolves to catch up.

There was a cliff in front and a wolf behind. In despair, Zhao Yousong clenched his fists and said in his heart, "The child is unfilial, the disciple is unfilial." He closed his eyes and waited for death.

The smell of fishy smell came to his nose. He thought that there was no one in the mountains anyway, so he started crying. But when things were about to come, who would have thought that he would be eaten by the wolf. He cried and fisted randomly, which would have to make the evil wolf feel uncomfortable.

But he closed his eyes and didn't know, and his mind was frightened. This subconscious punching secretly matched the way he used to practice boxing and swords. Not only did he avoid a wild wolf, he also punched him on the nose.

He had almost no impression of what happened afterwards. In short, after opening his eyes, he held his fist that was faintly painful, and saw three wild wolves lying on the ground, wiped off their tears and ran away.

When he got home, Xu Zhiniang saw that his face was wrong and asked him what happened. He didn't say anything until he finally fell asleep, and dreamed that he had become a hero in the middle of the night. After waking up happily, he realized that maybe he was a hero now.

He is a hero. Not to mention the kindness of killing people like his master, he must have to fly over the eaves and walls. After that, he avoided others' eyes and ears and ears for a while, and he achieved some success.

After wiping the rain on his face, Zhao Yousong sat on the threshold in front of the main house and poured rain on Maguan. The fresh earth smelled better than the smell of alcohol. The little boy took a deep breath and held up his cheek and looked intoxicated.

The rain was not heavy, and the mountains outside the village looked foggy, and I didn’t know what was there on the other side of the mountain. The master seemed to have said that there were many people as powerful as him.

"Oh, Master, have you forgotten that you have another disciple who hasn't come back to see it for more than three years. You won't really forget it, right?"

As he said that, the little boy ran into the inner room and found a peach branch that had been dry until his skin was lost. He was about to take it and practice sword in the yard for a while. Suddenly he saw a paper umbrella on the foot of the bed. He slapped his head. Two years ago, his mother was attracted by the city Weaving Bureau and was invited to the Weaving Bureau to be an embroiderer who could earn money every day. The weather was still sunny before my mother left home. How could she know that it was going to rain before she knew it was going to rain?

Zhao Yousong inserted Taozhi between his clothes and his coat, held a paper umbrella and then jumped out of the courtyard wall with his eaves and trotted to Guancheng with his umbrella.

When he was not in school, Xu Zhiniang would often take him to the weaving bureau, but he was familiar with it.

After trotting for two cups of tea, Guancheng was vaguely visible in the fog. Zhao Yousong slowed down. There was a stone platform in front of the city gate, which was specially used for duels for people to compete and duels. He often saw people when it was windy and rainy. It should have been that after killing the Three Wolves that day, he was like a teacher in a private school who often said to be enlightened.

Yesterday I came to see someone to compete with Wang Xiaopang. I heard a stuntman watching at that time say that a swordsman on the top had to have a fifth-level realm of breaking the Sixth Century. As a result, when he started, he saw that he had a normal move and had a lot of loopholes. I don’t know if the swordsman’s opponent was too weak or what, so he was chopped to the ground with two swords.

There was no one on the ring, and Zhao Yousong couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. It seemed that he could not see the duel today. He was about to walk towards the city. A man's cry came from the woods beside the ring. The little boy's eyes lit up. The forest was not a Feng Shui treasure land. I heard that the city was strictly controlled, and most of the fights of the gangsters were solved inside.

It is not like the duel of the Jianghu people on the arena. It is also interesting to see the fighting between the evil gangsters in the forest. If he had not thought about this anyway before killing the three evil wolves in the mountains, he would not have had this idea. Now it would be different. In the words of the men who defended the city, those gangsters are just guys who dare to bully the weak and fear the strong. Isn’t Zhang Shun in the village like this? No matter how powerful he is, he will not be as powerful as the wolf in the mountains.

After walking into the woods, the screams gradually became louder. Zhao Yousong hid behind a big tree and watched it.

It turned out that it wasn't the gangsters fighting, two familiar gangsters in the city were beating a gray-clothed Taoist priest who was huddled with his head in his arms.

"You bull's nose, you dare to lie to our Li Dali's wife. I really don't know how many eyes Mr. Ma has." As the gangster named Li Dali said, the speed of his fists and feet with his companions who were hitting others became much faster.

The Taoist priest's cry was so miserable that it was hard to describe the pain. He whined: "The two heroes are so ignorant of Mount Tai. I don't want the money anymore, so please stop."

Another gangster said: "If you want grandpa to stop, how can you say the strength and money you have to hit you?"

Zhao Yousong, who was hiding behind the tree, probably understood that the Taoist priest was a fortune teller. He went to Li Dali's house when he was traveling around the house. Li Dali guessed that he was not at home. After the Taoist priest told his wife about his fortune, he got some money and left. When Li Dali came home and found out about this, he called a brother to chase the Taoist priest.
Chapter completed!