Young hero, please stay! !

Chapter 18 Feed the fist!

It’s busy farming time again in Anning Village. Originally, Old Uncle Song would only rely on the couple. Other families in the village would need to come over to help out from time to time. However, since last year, Old Uncle Song’s distant relatives came to the village. The days are becoming more and more prosperous.

It's just that this year, the Song family's mother-in-law is not as good as before, and the whole family relies on her beautiful daughter-in-law to take care of three meals a day.However, the people in the village have never seen the beautiful daughter-in-law complain. She gets up early and goes to bed late every day, keeping the house in order.

Meng You was away, so the work of cropping naturally fell on the little Taoist priest. The little Taoist priest also did it happily. He had a nature of letting nature take its course. He spent the whole day either farming or sitting on the edge of the field in a daze. , look at the wind, look at the rain, Mr. Song once said with a smile, just by looking at his old-school temperament, outsiders might think this guy is a centenarian with good looks!
After leaving Green Willow Villa, Zhao Lixia's temperament became much livelier. He pestered Old Uncle Song to teach him boxing skills all day long. Old Uncle Song became impatient with this little guy, so he handed him a few sets of boxing skills casually. , Unexpectedly, this little guy was still stumbling when walking, but he was extremely serious when practicing boxing, and now the few sets of boxing skills are also very impressive.

The little guy wasn't greedy either. After practicing every day, he would go to the cemetery in the back hill alone and chat with those who were separated. Sometimes they wouldn't go home until the sun went down. Su Xiaotong was still a little worried at first, but not only did this little guy not He didn't have a cold or even the usual headaches and fever, so Su Xiaotong just let this little guy run around. Anyway, this little guy didn't follow his cheap master, but he was quite sensible.

Meng You looked at this familiar courtyard, and his heart suddenly calmed down. The fear and depression that he had felt every day before were gone.The old woman was sitting in the yard basking in the sun. After not seeing her for a year, Meng You found that the old woman's face was much older than before.

The old woman smiled and waved to him. After Meng You sat down next to her, the old woman took his calloused hand and said distressedly: "You have suffered a lot this year, haven't you?"

Meng You smiled and shook his head, not making jokes like before. The old woman also noticed Meng You's change and comforted her softly: "It doesn't matter, it will always get better."

Su Xiaotong walked out of the house, holding a large bowl of longevity noodles in his hand, which was sprinkled with chopped green onion. The aroma was so fragrant that it made the two bald heads outside the door salivate!
"Your friend?" Su Xiaotong placed the noodles in front of Meng You, "Why don't you invite me in?"

Meng You quietly ate the noodles in the bowl and said softly: "That's right, the great monk said that they can only come in if Mr. Song agrees."

Su Xiaotong looked at the two bald heads sneaking outside the door, and for some reason, her originally good mood suddenly turned a little depressed.

The old woman saw what Su Xiaotong was thinking. Her sweetheart seemed to have changed. God knows how much suffering he had suffered this year.This girl was so stubborn that she wouldn't admit it even if she was beaten to death, and the other one was also a dull gourd. The two of them got together, and the old woman couldn't think of whether these two men and women with extremely strong self-esteem would be able to make firewood in the future. There was a little spark from the collision.

Just after noon, Old Uncle Song came back from the fields with the little Taoist priest. He walked straight into the yard as if he didn't see the two bald heads squatting at the door of his house.

Old Uncle Song looked at Meng You's body and nodded lightly. Since this boy could survive, he could barely meet his requirements.

Everyone gathered around the log table. Old Man Song didn't say much. He just said to Meng Youyou, "Have a good rest and go to the back mountain to learn boxing from him tomorrow."Meng You nodded, and the bored look on his face made Old Man Song upset for a while, and he cursed: "Isn't it just that you got a few lives on your hands? You even lost your soul! Look at how useless you are, how can you go out in the future? Don’t say you learned boxing from me!”

Meng You remained silent, just lowering his head and eating the noodles in the bowl.

Although the old woman's body was getting worse day by day, even Old Man Song was helpless when her temper got worse: "Can't you just say a few words? Such a good child has never encountered such a thing before, let alone him, I When I first met you, you had just killed someone, and you were so frightened that you couldn't sleep a wink for several days!"

Old Uncle Song looked helplessly at his old wife and said unconvinced: "Then I didn't lose my soul like this trash! Isn't it just killing someone? If I don't understand it, I can't think of anything big in the future. !”

Old Uncle Song wanted to continue to be harsh, but there were constant stomach noises outside the fence. Old Uncle Song put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand and shouted outside: "Don't bother me there! If you want to come in, come in quickly, I can Just say it once!"

Hearing this, the big bald man immediately put on a smile on his face, walked up to the table, looked at the food on the table, and couldn't help but admire it!
"Brother Song, otherwise it would have to be our two brothers. You are the only brother in the world who can't bear to see your younger brother hungry! Then my younger brother is not welcome. I'll just eat until I'm full today!"

Old Uncle Song looked up at the little monk who was thanking him, and then at the ungrateful big monk, and said angrily: "I really didn't know that all of your disciples were better than you as a master. You know how to be a good person! What a bullshit eminent monk, I think he is just a scoundrel who just eats and drinks!"

The bald man had a good temper and didn't care what Brother Song said about him. He just buried his head in eating.

"Brother Song, are all four of my apprentices okay?"

"Very good! Everyone is lively and lively. Your second son even married a fourth wife. He is living a beautiful life!"

"That's good, that's good. My brother was worried that these careless guys would cause trouble to Brother Song!"

"Fart! Who in the world can be as capable of causing trouble as a great monk like you!" Old Uncle Song looked at the great monk devouring his food and said angrily: "Eat slowly! There's more!"

The bald head just nodded, but there was no pause in the movements of his hands.

The little bald Fayou looked at his master and couldn't help but sigh: "Master, didn't you say I was the only disciple? Four more senior brothers appeared out of nowhere!"

"If your master didn't say so, how could you wholeheartedly serve him with meals and laundry?" Old Uncle Song seemed to know this great monk very well, "His four disciples were all deceived like this!"

When the young monk heard this, he said softly "Oh" and secretly swore in his heart that when he returns to the temple, he must add half a spoonful of salt to the master's meals!

Because he had two extra mouths, the lunch was cleaned up. The great monk leaned back on the chair with a satisfied look on his face. Before he could wipe the oil from his mouth, he began to fall asleep.

Meng You wanted to help, but was kicked out by Su Xiaotong. With nothing to do, he could only ask the old woman where the little guy under Zhao Li had gone to play.

The old woman smiled and told him that the little guy often didn't come back at noon and went to play crazy things in the back mountain. There were always sacrifices on the cemetery in the back mountain, so there was no need to worry about the little guy going hungry.

Old Uncle Song called Meng You to him and threw him a book. Meng You looked at the "Essential Interpretation of the Analects of Confucius" printed on the cover and looked at Old Uncle Song in confusion.

"Do you still remember what I told you before? You must first cultivate your mind before cultivating your body. With your current state of mind, even if you don't learn martial arts from me, you won't learn the essence. Read this book before learning boxing tomorrow. I will Ask questions!”

Meng You nodded, took the book and stood aside, and read it seriously.

Seeing Meng You's expression as if he didn't care about life and death, Old Man Song became furious. He woke up the great monk beside him and said angrily: "Accept a disciple, accept a disciple! Accepting a disciple will make half the master mad!" Look at this brat, if he had half the ambition of your disciples, he wouldn't be like this!"

"Brother Song, every family has its own sutras that are difficult to recite. Look at my few disciples, I think it saves my junior brother trouble!"

"Junior brother?!" Old Uncle Song was very angry, "Why, I have only been a disciple like this in my whole life, and your rogue master still wants to come and snatch him away?"

"Brother Song, don't you know what my master's temper is like? Is Taoist Buddha's xinxing good enough? Isn't there still nothing you can do against my master?" The great monk shook his head helplessly, "So, Brother Song, My brother can only pray for you silently!"

"That scoundrel bullied the Taoist Buddha because he didn't have the same knowledge as him. Why didn't he go to the Holy Master to play the scoundrel? It's not that he was afraid of the Holy Master's temper. It really pissed me off. Be careful, I will also learn from the Holy Master and be ruthless. I'll beat him up!" Old Uncle Song was very angry, "No one of my disciples wants to get involved!" "Didn't you just say that this disciple is not good? Why are you thinking of attacking my master now? La?"

"No matter how bad you are, you are still my disciple! It is not allowed for others to interfere!"

"Brother, it's useless for you to tell me this. If you think I want to have more than one junior disciple, won't I have to do all the wiping of my butt?"

Old Uncle Song thought for a long time and decided to strike first. The old scoundrel really meant what he said. He had to teach this apprentice a lesson before the old guy left!
Unable to wait until tomorrow, Mr. Song immediately called Meng You and went to the back mountain.

On the mountain road, the two met Zhao Lixia, the little boy. When he saw the master, he couldn't close his mouth with laughter. He clung to Meng You and asked questions, which made Meng You feel better. many.

There was a cliff in the back mountain. Old Uncle Song stood on the edge of the cliff. His tone was no longer as angry as before, and he said calmly: "It's good to come back alive."

Meng You is not used to the current old man Song. He has lost his vitality and is full of anger, just like a twilight old man.

"Being able to come back alive from there, I know you must have endured a lot of hardships." Old Uncle Song looked at Meng You with satisfaction, "Because I also trained there before, and with my eyes open and closed, I was killing people." Life is indeed difficult."

Meng You lowered his head, no one knew what he was thinking.

"When I was young, I was not as good as you after I came out of there. I yelled at my master all day not to learn martial arts anymore, but my master told me that the world has been in chaos for so long, and how many innocent people have died. In a war, the dozens of lives in my hands are nothing compared to the world."

"But I'm not convinced. Those are all living people! Even now, I still clearly remember the first person who died in my hands." Old Uncle Song looked into Meng You's eyes and said with a smile: "His name was Mu Ziren. He wanted to kill me, but I stabbed him in the neck with a dagger."

"Later I found out that he was a flower-picking thief who harmed countless young girls. Later, he had no choice but to join the heavy cavalry to save his life." Old Man Song said leisurely, seeming to feel the same. I was so ridiculous back then, "But how could I understand these truths at that time? I just felt that if I had someone's life on my hands, I would be guilty of a huge sin! At that time, I was just like you, I wanted to become a great leader of the generation. Xia, but Meng You, do you really know the meaning of a hero?"

Old Uncle Song waved his hand to interrupt Meng You: "Don't be in a hurry to give me the answer. Then I'll ask you another question. You can answer it together after you think it through."

"If you really become a hero in the future, killing one person can save ten thousand people. That one person has never done any evil in his life, but those ten thousand people are villains with a bloodthirsty nature. What will you choose?"

Old Uncle Song smiled: "In fact, I haven't figured out this answer yet. The more I have experienced, the harder it is to make a decision."

Meng You hesitated to speak, but he still managed to endure it and did not answer Old Man Song's question.

"Now, you need to give me an answer!" Old Uncle Song's eyes were blazing. "You just escaped from death. If you choose to continue to learn boxing from me, you will have to endure even more severe training than before. I will not show mercy. Say no. Yes, you will still die in my hands! But I can tell you for sure that if you survive it, among the millions of warriors in this world, you will be the only one who can be called the strongest in the first five levels of the building!"

Meng You also straightened his back and looked at Old Man Song without retreating at all. He said almost word by word: "I want to learn martial arts!"

Old Uncle Song nodded appreciatively and said softly: "It's still the same old rule as before. I teach you how to practice boxing but you are not allowed to learn it! I will bombard your body with my fist intention. No matter how painful it is, no matter how tired you are, you must be careful. My experience! Do you understand?"

"I understand!" Meng You looked determined, "Even if I die! I will learn martial arts!"

"Okay! As expected of me, Song Zhiyuan, my disciple! Then you have to understand the next punch well!"

Mr. Song set up his boxing stance and said sternly: "Relax your body! Feel the meaning of my punch with all your heart!"

Meng You did as he was told. Old Man Song's punch didn't have too many fancy preparations. It was just an ordinary straight punch directed at Meng You's chest from the waist and horse!

But the moment his fist came into contact with Meng You's chest, Meng You felt like he was blasted away by an unmatched force. It seemed that he broke several trees one after another before he stopped!

It's not that it doesn't hurt, it's just that his whole body is in great pain now. The pain in his back is no different from itching to Meng You at this time!
Meng You gritted his teeth and held on to prevent himself from passing out. The only thing he could feel now was that his body was filled with explosives, and a terrifying force seemed to tear him apart!
Every tendon and every inch of muscle felt horrible pain!

Apart from pain, he feels nothing now!

In Old Uncle Song's sight, Meng You had now turned into a bloody man, with blood oozing from every inch of his body!

Xiao Douding had never seen such a scene before, and he was so frightened that he burst into tears. The simple Zhao Lixia thought that the master who was the best to him was now dead!

died!

This is the scariest thing in a child’s world!
"Stop crying, your master is not dead yet! Now go home and call someone. If you run too late, your master will really be dead!"

Although he was still scared, the little guy ran down the mountain quickly to find someone to save his master!
Old Uncle Song squatted beside Meng You and said sternly: "This is just the beginning, the fist will be stronger later! If one day you can't hold on anymore, tell me to get out of here as soon as possible!"

He knew that it was impossible for Meng You to speak at this time, so he was too lazy to wait. He sat on the edge of the cliff, waited for a moment, and saw the eager little Taoist priest rushing towards him!

In the courtyard, the young monk Fayou was hiding behind his master. Looking at the miserable uncle who was being carried back, it really hurt to look at him!

The great monk sighed, Brother Song's boxing skills are really not easy to learn!

"Master." The little monk tugged at the corner of the elder monk's clothes, "I will never learn martial arts again!"

"Silly apprentice, do you think everyone is like this when learning martial arts? If this were true, at least half of the martial arts in the world would be missing!" The great monk looked at Meng You covered in blood, "Brother Song's boxing skills are unparalleled in the world. Those who can compete with it are only three fingers apart!”

I think back then, even my own King Kong Invincibility almost turned into a joke under Brother Song’s fist!
"Master, this little junior brother"

The great monk looked up at the sky and never finished his words.

(End of this chapter)