In addition to spears and scimitars, there is also a pair of exquisite armor in the bag. There are traces of swords and axes on the armor, revealing how many fierce battles its owner has experienced.

For these things, Li Zaixing paid another 18 guan, which was twenty times the price of the female slave himself. Not only that, the carriage bought for Yang's trip was also used by the female slave first. Du Fu was a little unsatisfied with it, but Li Zaixing bought the carriage, so he couldn't say anything.

Back at Pingkangfang, Du Fu took the purchased clothes and fabric and led the middle-aged female slave to meet Yang. A Duan took the horse and the donkey to the stable. Lu Hu helped the female slave into the room and placed her on the bed in the outer room.

Li Zaixing walked in, waved his hand, and signaled Lu Hu to stand aside. He sat on the side of the bed and pointed to the female slave's feet. The female slave tightened her body and stared at him vigilantly. After a while, he relaxed and nodded.

Li Zaixing picked up the female slave's legs, placed them on his legs, and pinched them inch by inch. When he pinched it to his knees, he breathed a sigh of relief, put down the female slave's legs, and smiled and said, "Your legs are nothing serious, just take a few days off."

The female slave looked at him in surprise, opened her mouth and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you...Master."

"Don't call me master." Li Zaixing stood up, picked up the spear, scimitar and the bag with armor, and gently placed it beside the female slave: "I respect you as a warrior." He patted his chest and said slightly: "I am also a warrior."

The female slave sat up, stroked her chest with her hands, bowed slightly, her face full of shock and surprise, and a hint of relief.

"My name is Li Zaixing. Can I know your original name?" The name on Nuqi is the Chinese character Cao Yueji, and you can tell at a glance that it is not the original name. This woman has no place like a Han Chinese.

"Elmadie." The female slave paused and said, "Cao Yueji is also my name, it was my original master."

Li Zaixing smiled and said, "Then what should I call you?"

"I prefer El Maddy." The female slave raised her head and looked at Li Zaixing's eyes: "El Maddy is Ahura's escort angel."

Li Zaixing blinked in confusion, what Ahura, what guard angel? He scratched his head: "Then I will call you Elle...Meddy. Oh, this name is really a twist, I have to get used to it for a while."

Li Zaixing laughed and turned around and walked out. He found Juehui, asked for some herbs, took the tools to boil medicine, and returned to the West Courtyard. Du Fu had already arranged it. Yang was very grateful for Li Zaixing's generosity and came to thank him. She named the middle-aged female slave Axin. From then on, Ashin was responsible for the diet, washing and cleaning of the few of them. Yang said sincerely that before Li Zaixing found a suitable candidate, some internal affairs that Ashin could not handle could be handed over to her.

Li Zaixing couldn't ask for it and agreed. As the saying goes, it's better to have a woman at home. If there is no woman in charge of the internal affairs, it's really inconvenient for him and Lu Hu. Ashin was nominally a female slave he bought, but seeing how she looked, she would do some rough work at best, and it would be more appropriate for Yang to handle some things.

Telling Lu Hu how to torture herbs, Li Zaixing temporarily put down his private affairs and came to the martial arts field. Zhigao was broken by him and could not get up without three or four months. The monks had no leader and didn't know what to do. They sat in groups of three or five under the shade of the tree chatting and fucking. As soon as they saw Li Zaixing coming in, they looked at each other and stood up lazily.

Zhiyuan came up and pouted, "Uncle Master, you are here."

Li Zaixing raised his eyebrows: "Why, disobedient?"

Zhiyuan nodded and muttered a few words in a low voice. Zhigao was crippled, but his confidants were still there. With a little encouragement, everyone's hearts were completely dispersed. No matter what Zhiyuan said, no one was willing to get up and practice martial arts.

Li Zaixing was not surprised. Zhigao has been operating for so long, and it would be abnormal if there weren’t a few confidants.

"Have you had lunch?"

"I don't obey and have no food to eat." Zhiyuan said hatefully.

"Go and have someone bring your lunch over. Remember, there must be eggs or tofu."

Zhiyuan responded and hurriedly left. Li Zaixing walked to the scene, put his hands behind him, his legs slightly separated, and stood firmly in the scene. When the monks saw it, they walked over and did not line up, looking at Li Zaixing listlessly.

Li Zaixing smiled slightly: "I know you are monks. You have shaved your hair. I wonder if anyone has cut your eggs?"

As soon as these words were said, the atmosphere suddenly became strange. The Tang people were bold and arrogant. They could be monks, but they cut their eggs to be eunuchs, which was a humiliating family. No one was willing to do this unless they had to. Even if they were so poor that they could not live, they would rather be thieves than be eunuchs. Most of the eunuchs from the Tang Dynasty came from ethnic minorities in the south. For example, the most famous eunuch Gao Lishi was from Lingnan, or they were slaves or prisoners of war. There were few and few people in the Central Plains who took the initiative to purify themselves.

Li Zaixing's light words raised everyone's anger.

"If the eggs were not cut, why don't you dare to take revenge?" Li Zaixing laughed even more presumptuously: "I know, how many of you are Zhigao's best friends. Zhigao was broken by me, and you don't even have the courage to avenge him?"

"Of course there is!" A young monk roared, swung the wooden stick in his hand and rushed up, turning his head and arm.

Li Zaixing sneered, and without saying a word, he met him, slapped the young monk's cheek. With a crisp "pop", the young monk flew up sideways and fell to the ground with a plop, his face covered in blood.

"Who else?" Li Zaixing didn't even look at him and shouted.

When the monks who wanted to rush up saw it, they were so scared that their faces were pale and hurriedly hid aside.

"And I!" the young monk who fell to the ground climbed up, whispered a smear of blood on his face, and shouted: "They have no eggs, I have!"

Li Zaixing glanced at him in surprise, showing some appreciation, but he showed no mercy in his hand. He waved his left palm and split the wooden stick in his hand, stretched out his right hand, grabbed his collar, raised his knee and hit him hard.

With a "bang", the young monk was knocked into the air by him. Li Zaixing slashed his back with a palm, and with a loud "plop", the young monk fell into dust.

"Who else?" Li Zaixing stepped on the young monk's back and asked again.

The monks were so scared that they were no one looking at each other. No one dared to stand opposite Li Zaixing, and even didn't want to be seen by him. Wherever Li Zaixing went, they were afraid of avoiding the plague. Li Zaixing showed disdain and shook his head: "It's all a bunch of cowards who have no eggs. Zhigao taught you waste, and he still wanted to protect the safety of the temple? It's really a dream."

"And...me!" A vague voice came from behind.

Li Zaixing turned around and looked at the young monk with blood on his face, mud all over his body, unable to open his eyes, trembling legs, and unsteady standing, raised his eyebrows: "Can you still beat him?"

"...Yes!" said the young monk, shakingly walking over, raised his hand, and waved towards Li Zaixing's face.

Li Zaixing put away his smile, shouted softly, and punched the young monk in the chest.

The young monk flew up like a kite, hitting the pillar of the pavilion, and fell to the ground with a bang, curled up, and could no longer stand up.

Li Zaixing closed his momentum, clapped his hands, and sneered: "The courage is commendable, but his martial arts are so bad."

The young monk stared at him and spitted out a bloody saliva in his mouth: "I can die, but I can't let you insult my master."

Li Zaixing laughed and shrugged: "I'll insult him. What can you do to me? How can you chew my bird?"

The young monk gritted his teeth and supported the ground with his hands. He worked hard several times, but he broke out in a cold sweat, but he couldn't get up again. He fell to the ground in dejection, hit the ground with his fists, burst into tears, and burst into tears.

"You will cry like a woman?" Li Zaixing shrugged, turned around and shouted at the monks: "Line!"

The monks were shocked and stood in a surprising speed, holding the wooden stick in their hands tightly, not even daring to show off their atmosphere.

Li Zaixing walked up to them and shouted loudly: "From now on, follow my command of all actions. The next three months will be the most difficult three months in your life. You will regret coming to this world, coming to Bodhi Temple, and coming to this martial arts field. You can also quit. There are two ways: one, practice becoming disabled and being carried out by someone; the other, I beat you to be disabled and being dragged out by someone."

He walked around the line, then returned to the front of the monks, raised his head and stood proudly.

"If there is still someone who can stand here in three months, I mean if..." Li Zaixing pointed his finger at his feet: "I apologize to you and admit that what I said today is wrong." He paused and said: "Only if you have strength, you have dignity! If you don't have strength, don't be a hero, be a grandson obediently."

The monks looked at each other, but no one dared to speak back. At this time, Zhiyuan brought a few serious monks and carried a basket of food. One of them was holding a large pottery pot with snow-white tofu. When he saw these tofu, the monks were salivating. They could not eat meat in the temple, and tofu was the delicacy they dreamed of.

Li Zaixing looked at the monks' eyes, smiled slightly, and shouted sternly: "From now on, run around the garden ten laps. Those who arrive first eat first, eat as much as they can, and those who arrive later drink soup. The last one has no need to eat even the fart. Listen to my command and start running!"

"Here!" The monks answered in unison and ran with energy.

Li Zaixing walked to the corridor and sat down, and said to the young monk who was still lying on the ground and moaning, "What's the name?"

"Enlighten...Dao."

"What is the name of a layman?"

"Tian... Jinjiang."

"Can you still move?"

"able."

"If you can, go and run." Li Zaixing waved his hand: "If you can run ten laps, I will teach you martial arts, real martial arts."

"Take it seriously?" The young monk's eyes lit up.

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