The next day, Old Wen went out to fish early in the morning, and it was not yet bright at that time.

It was not until morning that the sun dispelled the fog in the mountains before carrying a small bucket of fish back. Passing by Zuo Qianqiu's yard, he picked up the fish outside the door, found a fish with about multiple heads, and knocked on the door of Zuo Qianqiu's house.

"Here's here..." Not long after, a voice that sounded full of energy shouted.

Old Wen heard this from Zuo Qianqiu's voice, and he thought to himself: "Uncle Zuo is getting more and more energetic, which is great... If he can reach ninety, one hundred will be better." If Zuo Qianqiu lives to eighty years old, then it will be a big event in this village. The most important thing is that if the court determines that a person in their village has a chance, then a certain amount of taxes can be exempted this year.

However, when Zuo Qianqiu opened the door, Lao Wen's feet became soft and he almost fell to the ground. "Mr. Zuo, what's wrong with you... Have you eaten something unclean?" The fish in his hand was thrown back into the bucket, and came to Zuo Qianqiu in three or two steps, looking at his face with concern.

Because this face is a bit too yellow compared to yesterday. If I hadn't seen it every day, Old Wen would have almost no idea whether this person was Zuo Qianqiu.

"Oh, this is my face with ginger water in the morning. It's too yellow. It's okay, a trivial matter..." Zuo Qianqiu smiled and expected Lao Wen's reaction, so he was not surprised at all.

He now washes his face with ginger water. After a few days, he will restore his face again. No one can recognize what changes have happened to him. Whether he has become younger.

"I said to Mr. Zuo, you are fine every day, why are you using ginger water to wash your face? It scared me!" Old Wen looked carefully and found that Zuo Qianqiu's neck color was obviously different. It seemed that he had washed his face with ginger water to make it happen. So he felt relieved and touched the sweat on his head.

This time he was so scared that he felt something was wrong with Zuo Qianqiu recently. He went to the waterside yesterday and used ginger to wash his face today. Is it because he is old and likes to do these tricks?

Old Wen didn't know either. He just felt that this situation happened twice, and he was afraid that he would faint from fright.

Then Zuo Qianqiu smiled, "This is my secret recipe. If you didn't happen to see him, I wouldn't have told you that this ginger water is a good thing... Come with me..." He said that, taking Lao Wen into the yard.

Old Wen followed Zuo Qianqiu into the yard with some doubts, and saw Zuo Qianqiu find a square brick from the ground of the yard. This was a burnt brick, which was much lighter than the blue bricks. The most important thing was that it was not strong. He went out in the morning and searched for it for a while before he found it.

"Look, is there any problem?" Zuo Qianqiu handed the brick to Lao Wen and asked.

"No problem..." Old Wen looked at the brick with a brick, and saw that it was an ordinary brick, and he didn't understand what Zuo Qianqiu meant.

Then he saw Zuo Qianqiu put the brick on the stone table. When he didn't react, he slapped it with a palm, and with a bang, the bricks broke into several pieces.

"Himmer..." When Lao Wen saw this scene, he almost breathed.

"Uncle, your hand!" Old Wen shouted loudly, with a little tremolo, very nervous, as if it was not Zuo Qianqiu who was patting, but his own hand. No, maybe even if Old Wen slapped his own hand on this brick, he would not have such a big reaction.

Zuo Qianqiu clapped his hands, blew away some dust, and looked calm, "Look at you, such a big man, and he is so fussy... We martial arts practitioners have achieved their skills, so it is not easy to shoot some bricks..."

Old Wen thought to himself, you are so old that it is unconvincing to say this, but he looked at the bricks that were broken into several pieces on the stone table, and he turned around in his mouth, but still couldn't say it.

He asked, "Mr. Zuo, your old hand doesn't hurt anymore?"

Many people in the village knew about Zuo Qianqiu's hand pain, but now this brick seems to be telling him that hand pain is fake.

"Look at you, are you making a fuss again? We martial arts practitioners have achieved their skills and some secret injuries can be cured without medicine. The pain in the hand is just the past..." Zuo Qianqiu looked at him with his eyes slanted, as if he was rarely seen.

Old Wen's mouth was stuck, and he said it was neither right nor said it. In the end, he couldn't help but wonder whether he was really a little fussy, or did practicing martial arts really have such good results?

It’s just that why Zuo Qianqiu showed such skills when he was almost eighty years old, and what he did before? He thought about it for a while but had no result.

Zuo Qianqiu chose a larger fish from Lao Wen's bucket, then walked back to his house, and said, "I have sent larger fish these days. My skills have recovered and I have eaten more."

"Okay." Old Wen responded subconsciously. When Zuo Qianqiu walked into the room, he slowly raised his hand and slapped the broken stone bricks with a hard palm. Then he let out a sniffle, covering his hands and walked out.

Zuo Qianqiu looked at Lao Wen's stupid look behind the windowsill and gently touched his beard.

He fooled this old Wen, and when he meets other people, he will also promote the magical aspects of his performance today. In this way, when others hear more, they will be more prepared in their hearts when they see him again, and they will not feel too abrupt.

Another point is that Zuo Qianqiu wants to try it out, can he catch the two people who came to him yesterday?

These two people took away the Iron Sand Palm secret book. Although the secret book is real, it is probably difficult to develop real skills.

You should know that he had practiced this iron sand palm for his whole life, but he had never developed any skills. Even the gold fingers only showed the first level of the iron hand.

So it is afraid that the person who steals secrets will find a good idea to cultivate.

At this time, when news of his great improvement in his skills came out, Zuo Qianqiu didn't believe that this person would be unable to resist investigation, so as long as he came, Zuo Qianqiu could easily catch this person.

At this time, Lao Wen also covered his hands and walked in the field.

Someone saw Lao Wen’s appearance and said curiously: “Lao Wen, is he biting the snake by fishing?”

"Bah, I, Old Wen, can I, fall into a worm after touching the fish for my whole life?" Old Wen is actually no longer in pain now, but when I saw such a magical thing from Zuo Qianqiu just now, I naturally couldn't help but want to share it with others and brag.

However, he couldn't say it directly, so he covered his hands like this, thinking about waiting for others to ask himself. He didn't cover himself at this time and said, "This is just coming back from Mr. Zuo. You don't know that Mr. Zuo has practiced 'real skills'!"
Chapter completed!