The Road to Slaying God

Zhang Yang is doing those weird moves.

Those movements were still a little blocked at the beginning. As time passed, the movements became smoother and smoother, slowly and steadily ... Slowly, the movements began to become more and more coherent, and to the back, it was natural!

After coherence, Zhang Yang's movement speed became faster and faster. Under the bright moonlight, the figure exuding a milky halo slowly became emptied, as if the figure had melted into the moonlight.

Now, Zhang Yang really walks into a mysterious door.

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

Isn't life like this?

When a person walks into a door you were once unfamiliar with, you will find that the mystery you once thought is actually very simple, just like doing business, interlaced like a mountain, but when you really enter, you will find that things The degree of simplicity is far beyond your expectations.

This night was a night of Zhang Yang ’s true metamorphosis, just like a silkworm pupa turned into a butterfly. He no longer had to ride a blind horse to find clues to martial arts. He was even sure that there was a “Daqin” in his memory. The martial arts memory of the principal of the "School of Martial Arts" mainland, otherwise, he would not be able to understand these.

This is Zhang Yang's first determination of a person who originally had those memories, and his identity and status.

Zhang Yang was curious about what was in her memory, but she was curious and curious. Now Zhang dare not use external media to stimulate the recovery of memory. With the last lesson of personality split, Zhang Yang now knows her own memory It can be said that it is like walking on thin ice. Actually, 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 complicated and long-term job. A surname, It takes a long time to integrate a personality, a thought and memory into another mind, and it cannot be done overnight.

At present, Zhang Yang ’s main scope of study is still controlled by mathematical calculations and martial arts knowledge. Of course, including the application of psychology, only to allow these memory thinking to reach the peak of complete integration with his own thinking, Zhang Yang dare to use some other means Stimulate resuscitation memory thoughts.

This is a time when Zhang Yang has a deep memory.

During this time in Xianyuan Village, Zhang Yang not only practiced martial arts, but also thought about many truths in life, including how to go in the future.

Now, the main thing is how to avoid the hunting of Maimaiti.

The hatred with Maimaiti is endless. If you want to make your next life quiet, you must kill Maimaiti. Of course, there is another option, like Aunt Yan said, to combat Maimaiti All the forces made him a commander of the bare pole. However, this difficulty is even more difficult than killing Maimati, which is spread all over China. It may be easier to kill him than to eliminate him.

Of course, Zhang Yang's computer-like brain has come to the conclusion that in any case, killing Maimaiti is the highest priority.

As long as he killed Maimaiti, his power was naturally divided, and when someone wanted to avenge him, it would not be a big climate.

During this time, Zhang Yang's life was fulfilling. During the day, couplets were written to portraits of nearby villagers. When she was okay, she went to the mountains with Liu Biaokan. At night, she went to the mountains to practice. There was no hunting, no pressure, no temptation of the city. But relaxed and comfortable.

Liu Biao has also become more diligent recently. He kicked and punched indiscriminately when he was okay. When he was too worried, he actually held the stone urn out of the sunbath and turned it outside. He was so scared that the aunt saw him, and was afraid he might hit his foot.

Seeing Liu Biao's random practice, Zhang Yang was very helpless. His kung fu didn't have any moves at all, and he couldn't point Liu Biao.

At this time, Zhang Yang also understood the words of the mysterious master who met in the park. He said that he could only rely on himself. Perhaps his kung fu could only be understood and not uttered.

"Liu Biao, are your legs okay?" Watching Liu Biao holding a badger and turning around in the open air, Zhang Yang was a little depressed. The strength of this badger was amazing, but it would be exhausting to ask him to pick a few barrels of water for his aunt. This makes Zhang Yang very confused.

Although Zhang Yang came out from a person in the countryside, he could not understand the reason for this strength of Liu Biao, just like many strong men could lift hundreds of pounds, but letting them do farm work is not as good as an ordinary peasant.

"Well, didn't I tell you long ago? Aunt's bone soup raises people, I'm already good, telling you not to believe it, you see, I'm not tired of moving at all ... hehe ..." Liu Biao hugs her arms happily, and in recent days, her aunt has been smashed by Liu Biao in the sun, and there are caves all over the place.

"Well, good, let's go tomorrow!"

"Huh ... it's better to go now, no smoke, no wine, no woman, birds are fading out of my mouth, I rely on ..." A loud bang, Liu Biao smashed the 300-pound pounding On the ground, a deep pit was smashed, and I saw a heartache in the air. It seems that the aunt is going to knock Liu Biao's head again.

Don't look at Liu Biao, who is tall and big, but the aunt didn't worry about him. Just knock when you want. Liu Biao is very depressed, very depressed. After more than ten days, his head has been knocked at least a hundred times, and a pit has been hit. It must be knocked. If you do n’t wash your hands, you must knock. Even Liu Biao secretly grabs vegetables while the aunt is cooking ...

Thinking of aunt, aunt came.

"Liu Biao, you smashed it again?" Aunt holding the hammer in her hand, she saw that the puppet was moved as soon as she came back, and when she walked in, she saw that the puppet was trapped.

"Ah ... keke ... don't knock, aunt ..."

Watching Liu Biao being chased by his aunt, Zhang Yang couldn't help laughing, but his laughter stopped immediately, because Liu Biao ran behind him and evaded. He knocked a few times on his head ...

"Aunt, what do you knock me for?"

"You didn't look at him, you took joint responsibility."

"..."

...

This is a painful and happy period.

In the early morning of the next day, the two of them looked at the aunt sent in the morning light and suddenly felt reluctant.

"Come on, there will be a chance to come later." Zhang Yang pulled Liu Biao, Liu Biao's eyes were red, don't look at this stubborn look, it's kind of sentimental, aunt is giving him tricks these days Otherwise, his legs would not be so fast.

"Well, when I get rich, I must come." Liu Biao finally glanced at Aunt, waved her hand, and turned to Zhang Yang.

"Oh, very soon." 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 how much money is, how much is rich?

Obviously, the wealth in Liu Biao's head is now at best 100,000, and Zhang Yang's appetite is much larger than that of Liu Biao after the luxury goods in the aristocratic city. The concept of getting rich is at least several million. Right ...

"Yes, Zhang Yang, don't we still have a lot of money, why not give our aunt a little money?" Liu Biao asked.

"Why give?"

"..." Liu Biao opened his mouth, speechless.

"Where did I earn enough money for portraits and couplets to pay for our recent expenses? Why should we give them money? Of course, we can give them, but you do n’t think that there is money involved at one end, and you will have just left. Did you feel that way? Here, it ’s a pure land. Although my aunt ’s life is not rich, but she is doing well. We do n’t help her by giving a little money, but she gives us more. Yes, but it destroys that feeling, I think, the aunt never let us live in her house for money, she was just lonely, she wanted someone at home, she hoped that when she ate, it was n’t a pair of chopsticks ... if we gave money, She accepted it, not only breaking our feelings, but also her feelings. Do you think that feeling is important or money is important? "

"It feels important ..." Liu Biao said weakly.

"Yes, don't be sad, see your parents soon after you get home."

"Well, yes, Zhang Yang, what did we kill those two people and do?" Liu Biao asked.

"Shooting Maimaiti!"

Zhang Yang's eyes suddenly became sharp, and only by killing Maimaiti could he control the source of the chase.

After walking out of the mountain for a few hours, the two returned to the bustling city. This time is different from the last time. The two are in full spirit, especially Liu Biao, who walks like a crab. He ran up and punched a few punches. Recently, he punched too hard. Now, his uncle Biao ’s legs are fine, his uncle Biao has returned ...

(To be continued)