Seeing the foreigner having a feast in the restaurant, Chen Hu was saliva squatting outside.

After waiting for a while, the foreigner finally got full and got up to pay the bill.

Chen Hu felt even more happy when he saw the thick waist.

The foreigner left the restaurant, lowered his head and left Xuji, and walked southeast.

"God helps me!"

Chen Hu cried in his heart. He recognized that the path there led to the mountains and fields. The place was remote and there were few people walking around, so he happened to start.

He quickly tiptoed and followed.

When Chen Hu was seen by the people in the Xuji, he knew what he was going to do. An old man couldn't bear it and shouted, "Chen Hu, don't do it nonsense and harm people's lives."

Chen Hu glared at his eyes, shook the sharp knife in his hand, and whispered viciously: "Old Man Cai, don't meddle in other people's business, sell your tofu. I annoyed Master Hu, I made it together with you."

The old man Cai was so angry that he didn't dare to speak more.

After leaving the Ruins and walking for more than a moment, Chen Hu looked up and saw that the foreigner who was still in front of him had lost his trace:

"Hey, where are the people?"

Chen Hu quickly searched around: "So he's in the forest."

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, smiled grimly, walked over with a sharp knife, and shouted, "I opened this mountain, and I planted this tree..."

The foreigner suddenly turned around and faced him, and said calmly: "Stop talking nonsense, do you want to steal my money?"

Chen Hu was stunned and then said, "I'll hand over all the money if you know the truth. I, Master Hu, spare your life."

The foreigner smiled and said, "You spare me, aren't you afraid that I will report to the official?"

Chen Hu was stunned and showed a fierce look on his face: "If you dare to report to the official position, I will enter with a white knife and a red knife."

The foreigner shook his head and said, "It's boring."

Chen Hu was a little confused. Why did he feel like he had encountered a fool when he was cutting the path?

But the foreigner suddenly picked up a stick from the ground, which was as thick as a cup, about three feet long, and was quite strong.

Chen Hu smiled grimly and said, "Looking for death."

He stopped talking nonsense, rushed forward with a knife and wanted to bleed the other party. In the past, he was rampant in the village and relied on some brute force. When he encountered someone who dared to resist, he either used to using his fists or using a knife. He was used to this.

But before he rushed forward, his eyes flashed. The foreigner had already reached the right corner, and he yelled, and hit Chen Hu with one stick, and hit Chen Hu's right wrist with a knife. With a crackling sound, Chen Hu howled like a pig.

His right palm drooped softly, and his wrist showed a strange tortuous arc. The sharp knife fell to the ground and could no longer be picked up.

The foreigner took another step, sweeping the sticks against the ground, sweeping hard on Chen Hu's right ankle.

Click!

This sweep was fierce and the sticks were broken into two pieces.

Chen Hu's foot bone was also broken. He let out a more miserable howl and rolled to the ground, with tears and noses flowing out of his mouth, and his whole face was blurred.

“Born…”

The foreigner threw the half stick in his hand to the ground, clapped his hands, and left.

In the forest behind him, Chen Hu rolled on the ground in pain and kept shouting, but the place was remote and no one passed by for a long time, so naturally no one heard it and came to rescue him. Or, even if someone really came, when they saw Chen Hu who was injured, they might avoid it and ignore it.

From then on, Chen Hu, who was domineering, disappeared; in Chenjiazhuang, Chen Hu, who had broken hands and feet, became a useless person...

At this, the villagers applauded and said, "The evil ones will be beaten by the evil ones!"

Without saying anything, no one knew what happened that day, nor did anyone see that mysterious foreigner again...

...

"Therefore, it is said: The difference between good and evil is not in one thought; but in obsession..."

In the dilapidated study, Chen Tang wrote a quick pen and wrote the last paragraph.

He is doing the questions.

The Yin Kingdom imperial examinations and the main examination of the classics of the classics are often a sentence in the classics, or even a word.

For hundreds of years, the original works of the classics have only been a few books, and many of the words have been passed, and there will be repetitive problems. Therefore, those who make questions later must constantly innovate and rack their brains to do so, and even make strange questions such as "cut sentences" and "spoke sentences".

This sutra takes one sentence and another sentence is divided into one sentence, and then combines it to form a question, allowing the candidates to solve the questions, solve the questions, and write articles.

The difficulty soared, it was really a test to kill someone.

In addition to memorizing all the articles of the scriptures and texts that are higher than others, students also have to do a lot of questions.

Such consumption is really unbearable for ordinary people.

The difficulty of the imperial examination is by no means just a talk.

Fortunately, Chen and Tang were both "professional" in their lives. In addition, they practiced the aura of heaven and man, both physically and mentally, so they were full. Only in a short period of time can they take up many homework and improve their level at once, and be sure to participate in this year's exam.

However, in his spare time, he never slacked off and insisted on doing the questions. The more difficult and uncommon the questions, the more he should do the more.

Although the tactics of the sea of ​​questions are cumbersome and boring, they are indeed effective.

During the days when I was waiting to attend the village cultural festival, except for going out for dinner, Chen Tang locked himself in the house to study and do questions.

When he was doing the test, he would punch in the room.

There is no move, just relaxing the muscles and bones, and it will be zipped randomly, and there are several Tai Chi that are different in shape and even less similar in spirit. If outsiders see it, they will think that Chen Tanggui is on the body.

It is also necessary to meditate around the heavenly and man’s energy every day. It can only be performed once, which is a quantitative and limited amount of the martial arts.

Once a day, it takes about a quarter of an hour, which is appropriate.

Perhaps it was because of the practice. From the first time, the form of the celestial and human aura generated was a fish-shaped body, and the Niwan Palace world was vast and rich, as if it was a sea.

There must be some connections in a fish and a sea. Small fish are raised in the sea. When they grow and grow and become big fish, they don’t know what changes will happen.

Time flies, and this day comes the day of the village cultural festival.

Although Chen Tang had seized a lot of money on Yan Zhihai and had huge sums of money, almost no one thought that money was too much. Besides, there were too many places to use money in the future, Chen Tang didn't mind participating in the village cultural fair and competing for rewards.

Early in the morning, Wang Fu's uncle and nephew who had made an appointment in advance came here in Wang Xiaowu's ox cart and picked up Chen Tang and went there together.

The venue of each session is different, and will be held in several major villages. However, Chenjia Village and Wangjiazhuang are both small villages, with a small population and lack of sages to take the lead, so they are not qualified to hold it. Every year, if you want to participate, you can only go to other people's villages.
Chapter completed!