"Zhizhizhi~"

It was midsummer, and not a single shadow could be seen on the official road.

On the contrary, in the shade of the trees on the roadside, a group of people were lying drowsy under the trees.

"Hey, ha!"

Guo Yi waved his fist, and his body showed a somewhat weird posture. This posture made the muscles on Guo Yi's body tremble in a strange pattern, as if an invisible hammer was hitting his body.

Muscles are average.

Guo Yi was born into a poor man and relied on begging for a living when he was young. Later, he followed his martial arts master and learned martial arts and darts. Step by step, he got to where he is today, relying on perseverance and diligence.

These things are the only advantages he has to compete with those nobles and nobles.

But later he gradually realized that he was wrong. Whether it was martial arts or foreign learning, if you wanted to achieve something, you had to rely on accumulating a lot of wealth and money.

I practiced diligently and hard, practicing in the summer and in the winter. It took me two years to achieve some success.

As for those disciples of wealthy families, they only need a bottle of medicinal wine and can catch up with them in less than three months.

Gradually, as he got older, he became somewhat successful as a Taibao. However, he was left with a hidden injury and there was no possibility of further progress. Only then did he join Prince Gong's palace as a bodyguard.

Unexpectedly, after meeting the prince and healing all the hidden wounds in his body with a pot of bastard soup, he also had the possibility of a breakthrough.

Now Guo Yi didn't dare to slack off. Whenever he had time and others were resting, he would practice boxing desperately.

Sweat dripped into his eyes, and the aching feeling in his muscles made Guo Yi grit his teeth in pain. He could feel the numbness and fatigue radiating from the muscles all over his body.

This feeling of being close to the limit made people dizzy, but as Guo Yi gritted his teeth and persisted, suddenly, a trace of strange heat emerged from his body. As soon as this heat appeared, Guo Yi's spirit suddenly lifted.

"It's Yuanyang Baoyu!"

A trace of warm heat slowly penetrated into the muscles. Guo Yi seemed to be able to hear the subtle vibrations of the muscles and bones at this moment. The soreness and fatigue quietly dissipated, replaced by a more energetic feeling.

energy.

"Hey……"

Feeling the power return to his body, Guo Yi's two pairs of copper-bell-sized eyes revealed a burning gaze.

He grabbed a tree trunk as thick as a bowl and straightened his waist. There was no movement at all. He just flicked his wrist and made a "click" sound, and the big tree broke immediately.

"Wow~~Boom!!"

The tree trunk fell to the ground with a loud roar.

At this moment, the followers who had been sleeping in the shade of the tree were frightened and trembled. They all pulled out their swords and stood up to take a look, only to find that the tree had fallen.

For a while, everyone was not surprised. Along the way, whether it was day or night, whenever he was resting, Boss Guo was practicing boxing, and it was common for him to occasionally break something.

"Master of martial arts!"

Not far away, Wu Fan raised his head and took a look. Guo Yi was sweating like steaming beads of sweat. He couldn't help but raise his brows slightly: "At this rate, he will be able to step into the master realm before waiting for Luoyang."

"Martial arts master, that's so enviable."

Yuan Shoushi sat aside, holding a small wood carving in his hand. Although he was talking, the carving knife in his hand did not stop for a moment. After a while, he completed the wood carving and placed it beside him. He looked at it and finished it.

Twenty-eight wood carvings are neatly placed, and every face on the wood carvings is exactly the same as Guo Yi.

Just like a smaller version of Guo Yi, even the changes in his eyes, movements, and even muscle lines are full of charm.

And these twenty-eight wood carvings exactly correspond to Guo Yi's boxing style.

There is indeed nothing to say about Yuan Shoushi's carving skills, but what made Xu Tong depressed was that he privately took out the money mold and showed it to Yuan Shoushi to see if he could repair it.

As a result, Yuan Shoushi held Qian Mo and studied it for a long time before he frowned and explained to Xu Tong: "This thing can be repaired, but he doesn't recognize the inscriptions on it. If he doesn't recognize the inscriptions, he doesn't know what the moment in between is."

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This reply made Xu Tong very depressed, thinking: "When you died before, why didn't you say you didn't know me?"

But then I thought about it, and I couldn't blame Yuan Shoushi. After all, the inscriptions were written for the dead, so it wasn't surprising that people could recognize them at the time.

Fortunately, Yuan Shoushi said that although he did not know Yinwen, there were people in Luoyang who knew him, especially the craftsmen who built the tombs, and he could ask Xu Tong to find some craftsmen to try first.

Once you have identified the inscriptions on it and deduced the missing text in the middle, you can repair it yourself.

Yuan Shoushi's suggestion was a good one, and Xu Tong secretly made a note of it, planning to wait until he got to Luoyang, the capital of the gods, to try his luck.

"You are so good at carving..."

Sanniang stirred the soup in the pot and looked at the wooden carvings from time to time.

"Not even close!"

Yuan Shoushi looked at the wood carvings, but it seemed as if he saw a failed work, and he casually planned to throw the wood carvings into the bonfire as firewood.

"Hey! If you don't want it, give it to me. It would be a pity to burn it."

Seeing Yuan Shoushi casually throw it into the bonfire, Sanniang immediately picked it out with a branch, patted the ashes on it, and then spoke after checking that it was not burned.

"This... okay, okay!"

Yuan Shoushi smiled bitterly and shook his head, indicating that he could give these wood carvings to Sanniang, which could be regarded as a reward for Sanniang taking care of him during this period of time.

"Sanniang, you have made a profit. If this set of wood carvings were taken to Luoyang, it would be worth at least three thousand taels of silver."

Wu Fan joked from the side.

But Sanniang wiped off the dust on the wood carving nonchalantly. When she heard the value of this thing, she was not surprised at all. She just said: "I don't care how much silver it is worth. I won't sell it even if it's thirty thousand taels. I just like it."

This thing.”

"You really think they are interested in the wood carvings, but they are interested in the living people over there!"

Xu Tong squatted aside and said jokingly while smoking a hookah.

As soon as these words came out, the three of them burst into laughter, causing Sanniang's face to turn red and white: "Master, please don't make fun of me."

"Hehehe, then go and bring him soup."

Xu Tong pointed to the pot of tortoise soup in the pot.

This tortoise soup is naturally the best tortoise soup made by a group of wealthy businessmen in front of the Chenghuang Temple who raised funds.

Xu Tong had kept them in his prop book before and was not afraid of letting them go bad.

This thing is a great tonic. If it is eaten by Guo Yi after practicing boxing, it will just replenish the energy consumed by his body and help him accelerate his breakthrough to the level of a great master.

"It's a certified script. This kind of top-notch bastard soup, if you replace it with an ordinary copy, you won't have such strong resources."

Xu Tong sighed in his heart. This was the second time he entered the world of certified scripts, and this time he experienced it even more intensely. The quality and resources of the certified world were simply several times higher than those of the ordinary script world.

"By the way, Brother Wu, we are going to Luoyang, the capital of God, soon. I wonder if there is anything interesting in Luoyang?"

"There are so many fun places, Tanhua Building, Jinxiu Square, oh, and the Six Arts Museum."

When Wu Fan talked about Luoyang, he, who had always been a man of few words, began to talk.

There is no need to say more about Tanhua Tower. I don’t know how many talented people have broken their heads and want to go inside.

When you go out, if you say you haven't been there, then I'm sorry, you won't be able to enter the cultural circle.

Jinxiufang is a neighborhood where dragons and fish are mixed, there are Kunlun slaves, there are Turkic beauties, in short, there is everything.

Finally, there is the Six Arts Hall.

When Wu Fan talked about the Six Arts Hall, his eyes couldn't help but look forward to it.

Etiquette, music, archery, imperial education, calligraphy, and several places where masters from various schools gather.

If workers, farmers, and craftsmen can be recognized by the Liuyi Guan, they can even hold important positions in the Ministry of Household Affairs directly with the Liuyi Guan's certificate.

This shows how important the Six Arts Museum is.

In other words, even the big exam that takes place every three years is not as reliable as the Six Arts Hall certification.

Yuan Shoushi on the side can testify to this.

Because Yuan Shoushi had been recognized by the Liuyi Museum, it was precisely because of this that the saint appointed him to major in Mingtang Buddha statues.

Of course, there is another point that Wu Fan did not mention, that is, the letter of recommendation from their Wu family is more useful than the Six Arts Museum.

Otherwise, why would there be so many people trying to become disciples of the Wu family?

Xu Tong kept these places in mind. After everyone had eaten, they waited until the sun went down before continuing to set off.

Naturally, I couldn't make elixirs along the way, but I didn't feel bored either.

Because Xu Tong discovered something interesting.

That is, there are some signs of compatibility between Zhou Niang and Guo Yi's fortunes. To put it bluntly, they have the compatibility of husband and wife.

It's just that Guo Yi, this tough guy, is like a straight man.

Several times, Wednesday's mother took the initiative to give him food and drinks, but she almost screamed out: "I don't care about you."

As a result, Guo Yi turned his head, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and continued to practice boxing.

This made Wednesday's mother so angry that she gritted her teeth, but she had no temper at all.

But if you want to say that Guo Yi didn't feel anything at all, that's not right.
To be continued...