It rained heavily all night, and early the next morning, the entire ridge looked completely different.

The mountain road was continuously washed away by the rain, and the original appearance was no longer visible. The trees and weeds were swaying here and there, and the young leaves were dripping with water droplets.

Snap.

Snap.

Wearing rubber shoes, Ikehashi came to the farmhouse to check on the condition of the one acre of thin farmland.

"Fortunately, the lentil rack has not fallen down." After the inspection, he was relieved. The protection of the one acre of thin farmland was still very complete, and the drainage ditch was dug very deep.

He inserted each frame at least fifteen centimeters into the ground to ensure it was stable.

The lentils and seedlings were fine, but there was something wrong with the farmhouse. A tile on the tiled roof cracked, causing water leakage in the house and soaking all the old newspapers.

Many of these old newspapers, including Ikehashi, have never been read.

He had to take out the old newspapers and hang them on the bamboo fence to dry. The small stove for boiling medicine was also stained with water and had to be taken out to dry. Then there were some animal skins that also needed to be hung up to dry.

Didn't catch anything big.

The animal skins were just some yellow wolf skins and grass rabbit skins, which were very small. It took a long time to save a fur coat - he prepared it for Chi Mu. In his memory, the winter in Jiangyou Province was wet and cold. Chi Mu

I am most afraid of winter.

Because of the rain, Takeshi Ikehashi and Wen Moshan did not come to practice boxing.

Ikehashi Matsu tidied up the farmhouse, replaced the broken stone tiles, and began to practice boxing and kicking. If he didn't practice once a day, he would feel itchy all over. Moreover, martial arts must be maintained for a long time, otherwise the body's energy and blood will slowly decline.

If a martial arts master does not exercise for three years, his Qi and blood will decline to the level of a normal person.

However, if you work hard every day, even if you live to be seventy or eighty years old, or even a hundred years old, you will still be able to maintain your martial arts realm and strength, but at most your endurance will become worse.

also.

What makes Ikehashi Matsu regret most is that martial arts cannot prolong life. Even the supreme and invincible master of external skills and the great master of internal skills still cannot escape the ending of withered bones in the grave a hundred years later.

But there is also good news. Some of the treasures of nature and earth can prolong your life.

The saying that eating the meat of the traveling drum can extend your life by one year is just a joke made by an old hunter to exaggerate the power of the traveling drum.

If you really want to extend your life, you can't stop it by paying three yuan a pound.

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Time flies by like a flash, and a week passes in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Ikehashi Matsu was dressed in new clothes, carrying a snakeskin bag, and got on a reverse-riding donkey going to the city. A reverse-riding donkey is a tricycle with the cart in front. It is slow but stable.

A ride only costs fifty cents.

But there are not many people taking them. Rich people like to take air taxis or rickshaws; poor people are reluctant to take cars.

In the past, Ikehashi Matsu would definitely have been reluctant to sit down and ride a donkey, but now the nine hundred yuan in his pocket is the confidence - the consumption concept before time travel is that enjoyment is the main thing.

Walking through the crowded and chaotic streets, we arrived at the martial arts hall next to the train station.

Sure enough, the door was open, and classmates I knew had already rushed over with their luggage.

"Ikehashi Matsu!"

I heard someone calling me from a distance.

Ikehashi Matsu got out of the car with his snakeskin bag and followed the voice. He saw a young man of the same age with meticulously combed hair and pimples on his face.

"Why are you here? I was here yesterday." The boy's name is Li Weiwei, and his family owns a rice store.

"Are all the teachers back?"

"I came back yesterday, and there is no shortage of people. We had a dinner at the Mokan Hotel last night. I heard that the teachers followed the general to the battlefield, and they occupied three counties without even fighting!"

Li Weiwei's martial arts qualifications are comparable to those of his predecessor, but he is lively and well-informed: "Oh, by the way, our chief instructor is not back."

"Huh?" Ikehashi Matsu was surprised, "What's wrong with Chief Luo?"

"I've been transferred to the Municipal Martial Arts Museum, and I've been promoted to professor. I heard that I made a sudden breakthrough and became a master. Darling, there's another master under the commander's command."

The corporal is a warrior in the three realms, a warrior, and a warrior; the master is a master in the three realms, a master, and a grand master.

From warrior to master, although there is only one realm, it is a huge chasm. Throughout the journey of martial arts, countless people are stuck in the realm of warriors.

Only a few people can break through and gain the qualifications of a "teacher".

"Then who is the chief now?"

"Teacher Zhou, Teacher Zhou is a veteran warrior. Previously, Teacher Zhou was in charge of Chief Luo's daily life." Li Weiwei shrugged, "But who will be the chief instructor has nothing to do with us... I suspect that the next round of dismissal will be

Among the students, I am...Fortunately, I have you with me."

The martial arts hall is not a place where you can hang out for a long time just by paying the tuition fee.

Only when you have achieved success can you continue to learn.

Of course, Ikehashi Matsu would not be persuaded to leave again. He shook his head: "I'll go to the dormitory first."

"Well, you go, I'll wait for someone, hehe." Li Weiwei showed a lewd smile. He had been pursuing a female student in the martial arts hall. Thinking about martial arts, love always has something to gain.

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In the dormitory, Ikehashi Matsu was not the first one to come.

Two people had already arrived in the four-person room, and they were chatting happily. They did not say hello when they saw Ikehashi Matsu, pretending that Ikehashi Matsu was not there.

Ikehashi Matsu didn't care either.

Both of them are children from wealthy families in the county. They are very arrogant and only play with people from the same family background.

So he put it down and saluted, and went to the reading room in the martial arts hall. The reading room usually had newspapers and magazines. His predecessor didn't like reading, but he loved it very much.

I was flipping through books and newspapers, and it was noon before I knew it.

When we returned to the dormitory, the third roommate also came back. Wearing wrinkled patched clothes, he was sweeping the floor with a broom: "Ikehashi Matsu, where have you been? I didn't find you."

He is tall and tall, but his voice is soft and soft, and his character is honest and loyal, even weak, just like his name - Wang Minzhong.

"I'm going to the reading room to read the newspaper. Have you eaten? Let's go together?"

"Okay, wait until I finish sweeping the floor."

The other two roommates directly ordered: "Wang Minzhong, before cooking, sweep the floor in our area and make it clean. The teacher will check the dormitory in the afternoon."

The attitude is bossy.

Wang Minzhong nodded in agreement: "Oh, okay."

Ikehashi frowned slightly and grabbed the broom from Wang Minzhong's hand. He swept the floor beside his bed randomly and then threw the broom at the feet of the two of them: "Sweep your own territory yourself, or arrange a schedule every day.

Take turns cleaning.”

"What the hell, Ikehashi Matsu, what do you mean!" The square-faced one of the two got up from the bed and stared at Ikehashi Matsu.

The other person with a round face also stood up and stared at Ikehashi Matsu together.

In the past, in the dormitory, although Ikehashi Matsu was not a coward, he did not dare to speak loudly.

Ikehashimatsu looked over calmly: "Chen Hai, Mao Sanjian, don't you understand what I said?"

The one with a square face is called Chen Hai, and the one with a round face is called Mao Sanjian.

Wang Minzhong carefully pulled Chi Qiaosong's arm: "It's okay, I'll sweep it."

Ikehashi Matsu ignored it and said to himself: "The state has national laws, and every family has its own rules. Since we live in this dormitory, we have to make rules. In the past, I didn't bother to talk about it. From now on, we will follow the rules I made."

"Haha, you must have taken the wrong medicine, that's funny!"

"You are such a bastard again, why should you set the rules?"

Chen Hai and Mao Sanjian sneered.

But the next moment, they couldn't laugh anymore.

Ikehashi Matsu didn't say much. He just picked up the enamel teapot on Chen Hai's table and squeezed it with his hands. The enamel teapot that couldn't be damaged by a hammer immediately collapsed.

Then, Ikehashi Matsu pulled it out with his hands and broke back the deflated enamel teapot.

Put it on the table with a slap.

The teapot is not broken, only two creases are left, indicating that this enamel teapot has just experienced some pulling.

The scene became quiet.

Chi Qiaosong patted Wang Minzhong on the shoulder and shouted: "Let's go get some food."
Chapter completed!