The old shipowner is gone.

This is the first major event in Gualingdu.

Gualing Ferry was originally a small town formed by the ferry. The most important industry is ferry and commerce. The old ship owner is the owner of all ferries at the ferry and the mayor of the town. Although he has given way to his son, he still has a very high prestige in the hearts of the residents.

The old mayor was generous and loyal, and was very kind to the people of the town. Not to mention anything else, the free martial arts school, whether it is a boatman or a craftsman, as long as the town residents can enroll for free, it is a real good deed. Therefore, when he passed away, everyone felt very sad. Not to mention the boatman, it was a serious matter to hold a shook for the old boss, and everyone else rushed to pay their respects, and the money was as generous as possible.

The Zhong family was the leader of the craftsmen in the town. Zhong Shaoxuan came forward instead of his father and organized carpenters, silversmiths, papermakers and other craftsmen to handle the funeral. He was so busy that he was not touching the ground. Although Meng Shuai was young, he was not easy to watch and followed him to the Xiong family to help.

In fact, the Xiong family is a truly wealthy family. It is far better than the Zhong family. There are also a confidant of the boat owner. How can he use a child to help him? However, Meng Shuai is also a child of the Zhong family, so it is not easy to be slow. In the first few days, he asked him to help with some uneasy things. After the first seventh, he sent him two vegetarian pancakes for him to play with.

Because Zhong Shaoxuan was not at home, Meng Shuai was unwilling to stay at home alone with Old Man Zhong, so he still mingled at the Xiong family, and went to some corner and ate some snacks to rest.

Only then did he have the intention to study the function of the fruit brought from the black soil world.

Several days passed, and he showed no sign of becoming a potted plant, nor was he in any negative state. He himself felt that the guess was a bit too much.

What exactly is that thing used for?

To say that this thing is useless, that's nonsense, Meng Shuai has already felt some of the effects.

Refresh and enhance memory.

Does it work similar to that of Naobaijin?

Meng Shuai didn't feel it was nourishing, but his memory was enhanced. He obviously felt it.

There is no doubt that Meng Shuai is not stupid - he was a half-good student in his previous life, and he worked harder than people. He also got into a good university and found a job that could be eaten.

But his memory is not first-class, at least not outstanding.

Not to mention learning from the predecessors in the novel, it is always difficult to memorize dozens of English words.

But these days, he took a look at the account book registered by the guests in the front yard. Although he only glanced at it, he recorded the names of the guests and the number of money that were given to the gifts.

Two pages, only about ten people, are nothing.

But Meng Shuai did just glance at it.

Without memorizing it carefully, being able to deeply remember a bunch of irrelevant numbers and Chinese characters, which undoubtedly shows that his memory has improved.

Can that fruit enhance memory?

It seems to be good...

etc……

What's the good thing?

You know, this world is the world of warriors!

No matter how good your memory is, what's the use?

Of course, memory tricks have some advantages, but the camera-like memory is not as strong as the root bone and the meridians are a centimeter wide!

What he lacks now is definitely not a brain.

Compared to his brain, he is much better than those uneducated martial artists, but this cannot change the essence of his lack of qualifications.

Zhong Shaoxuan once commented in a vague way: "Do work hard, and with your conditions, you will work ten times harder than others, and you will naturally catch up with others."

Is this a rather tactful statement?

Although he started no slower than others for various reasons, his future development is really worrying. He hopes that this black soil world, which seems to be of great origin, will essentially improve him.

Meng Shuai sighed, knowing that he was a little greedy. Even if he just added memory, it was a powerful plug-in. He still had three fruits. If he wanted to add all of these, his memory would not break through the sky?

There is no way out.

Think about everything better, and you should go up if you have conditions, and you should go up if you have conditions without conditions.

As far as Meng Shuai knows, the world is full of martial arts and prosperity, which is nothing more than a chaotic world, warlords fighting each other, and warlords have been fighting for years, and everyone is martial in order to protect themselves. But the ancients told us that the world's general trend will be united for a long time, and the combination will be united for a long time. Maybe one day, the chaotic world will end with a loud noise?

At that time, the new and old masters will come to power and must focus on literature and suppress military affairs, and maybe even select scholars. At that time, your memory will be used. Just glance at me and you will be the top scholar. At that time, high-ranking officials will sit, horses will be ridden, marry a beautiful wife and concubine, and buy a thousand acres of fertile land...

This life...tsk...

The more he thought about it, the more beautiful he became, suddenly the warning suddenly arose!

The wind sounded behind him, and his body moved before his consciousness. He leaned back and came half of the iron bridge, rolled on the spot, avoiding a stick coming from behind.

Meng Shuai rolled on the spot, bounced up, still in shock. When he looked closely, he saw a young man who was at least one or two years older than him holding a big stick and staring at him angrily.

I guess he was just now attacking him.

Meng Shuai was surprised and angry, and shouted: "What are you doing?"

On the one hand, he looked at the situation around him, and on the other hand, he wanted to see if there were other enemies, and on the other hand, he also wanted to see if there were any ready-made guys around him. His martial arts skills were good among his peers, but in this world where everyone practiced martial arts, he was not outstanding, and it was not enough to offset the gap caused by weapons. It would be better to be able to pick up a stick, and there were still some to beat him.

The young man stared at him fiercely, waved the stick in the air, shouting: "My man surnamed Zhong, do you still dare to enter the Xiong family's gate? You dare to eat our food. It's so shameless! It's a good thing, I will beat you to death today and avenge my brother." As he said that, he picked up the stick and swung it over.

Meng Shuai felt the terrible wind blowing on his face and saw that there was nothing around, not only without ready-made things like iron sticks, but also without even a bench. He was anxious. While staggering his steps, he used the movement method he practiced on the plum blossom stake and slammed a few times, and said angrily: "Who are you? What does your brother have to do with me?"

There is no way. He usually has too little contact with the children in the town. He knows Fang Qingyan because the boy's name is very strange, and he doesn't recognize most of the others.

The young man made a stick come out of wind, and he made Meng Shuai jump up and down, shouting: "You don't recognize me? My heartless thing kills my brother but he dares to say he doesn't recognize me. I am Xiong Shun, did my brother Xiong Shun remember?"

Meng Shuai was stunned, and his steps were wrong, and he was almost flirted with, but he was still strange and said, "Who is Xiong Shun?"

When the young man Xiong Shuo heard this, he was furious and shouted, "You are looking for death!" He used his arms and a big stick fell from the sky. Meng Shuo hid and smashed it on the ground. The dust immediately flew, and two blue bricks on the ground were broken.

Meng Shuai's face changed color, knowing that this kid was really murderous. He was not a naughty boy fighting, and his grudge against him might be really not small. But even so, he still had no impression of it. It was probably the debt owed by his predecessor.

I avoided the oncoming sticks, folded my spirits, and worked all the way. With my agile body skills, I was also shocked and safe.

However, Meng Shuai had no weapons in his hands, and fighting with a big stick who grew up like this was too disadvantageous. He would not beat the bull across the mountain. If he could not be bullied, he would end up being beaten and not fighting back. And letting him get close to the shadow of the stick, with his stable and insufficient long-lived fist, is an almost impossible task.

After dodging for a while, Meng Shuai cursed in his heart: This family is dead, there are people smashing and smashing the backyard like this, and no one comes out to take care of it?

After hiding for a few sticks, Meng Shuai saw some clues. Xiong Shuo's stick in his hand was not the usual way of gun sticks. In addition to chopping, striving and pricking, he used the most techniques such as sweeping, and there was also the "slap" action that was not included in the stick. It seemed that he was not holding a thin stick, but a wide oar.

Oars?

Meng Shuai's heart flashed, and he immediately lit up and shouted: "You are the mayor's family, and you use the wave-bounce method!"

He shouted this and cursed himself: I forgot that the mayor's surname is Xiong. This is their place, I'm afraid no one will care if he killed me!

When Meng Shuai thought of this, he felt hatred in his heart, facing Xiong Shuo, revealing a few traces of fierce light.

Xiong Shuo's subordinate stopped and pointed at him with a big stick and said, "Very good, do you know who I am?"

Meng Shuai's fierce light shook, and a embarrassed look came up and said, "Who?"

Xiong Shuo was furious and shouted, "Go to die." Dashang used all his strength and swept over hard.

Meng Shuai lowered his head and dodged, rolled on the spot, and opened the distance. He was shocked and angry, and he thought to himself: He insisted on knocking down! How to fight? Longevity Fist? Wrestling technique? Hidden weapon?

Thinking of hidden weapons, Meng Shuai's heart lit up!

As soon as the cuffs moved, several steel balls fell into the palm of their hands, pulled open the neutral gear, sniffed two marbles, and shot out two marbles.

Although he had never practiced the Tiangang Star Fighting Treasure Art, he was the basic skill of hidden weapon skills. He had long been familiar with it. He might be worse than fighting martial arts masters, but it was difficult for such a country boy to guard against.

Pa-pa!

Two crisp sounds!.

Xiong Shuo screamed, and the stick flew out of his hands, covering his stomach with one hand, rolling around the ground, screaming in terror.

At the same time, Meng Shuai felt dizzy, and all the strength in his body was suddenly drained and fell to the ground with a plop.

In an instant, Meng Shuai didn't know what was going on. He fell to the ground, feeling weak in his waist and legs, and he couldn't stand up.

After the initial fatigue period, a numbness came from his right arm. It felt like he had just moved the heavy object with one hand, which was so shocked that his arms were almost ruined. He was so tired that he just wanted to cut off his hands.

Meng Shuai didn't know why, but he just secretly called in his heart: Evil.

“Ah————”

I heard Xiong Shuo fall to the ground, screaming repeatedly, his voice hoarse and almost crying.

When Meng Shuai heard such shrill screams, he was panicked at first, and there was a hint of wonder: You must know that his accurate head of playing marbles was fine after hard practice, but his hand strength was insufficient, and the projectile was not a sharp thing. It was better to knock a stick when hitting it. Is it possible to break the skin? Is it worth yelling like this?

But seeing Xiong Shuo howling, it was not like pretending. Meng Shuai thought that this place was still his Xiong family, and he felt even more confused. He forced himself to stand up, but it was extremely difficult. He staggered and got up, and someone shouted:

"What's going on?"

But when he saw a young man dressed in white and wearing heavy filial piety, he was stunned when he saw the situation in the courtyard, then strode forward to grab Xiong Shuo and said, "Shuoer, what's going on?"

Xiong Shuo could no longer speak, and pointed at his waist with an uninjured finger. The young man glanced at him, turned around and stared at Meng Shuai, and said, "What's going on?"

Meng Shuai was stunned and vaguely recognized the eldest son of the mayor's family. The future mayor dissipated in his heart, and a sense of resentment arose again, and he said to himself: Why didn't you come out when I was beaten and ran around? When I turned defeat into victory, you poured out? Ask me what's going on? I beat him up, how are you doing?

Just as he was about to rush out, he saw that the young man had turned around and his brows were frowning very hard, obviously he had encountered something difficult.

Meng Shuai took a breath and was about to speak-

At this time, footsteps sounded behind him.

The young man looked back and said loudly, "Brother Zhong, come and take a look. What's going on?"

I heard someone say "Yeah." Zhong Shaoxuan, wearing plain clothes and a tired face, walked out from the back of the corridor.

Meng Shuai suddenly felt relieved, and his fearful expression suddenly relaxed.
To be continued...