It's going to be evening.

Yang Jian practiced Prajna Palm and almost forgot to eat and sleep.

Prajna Palm is one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin.

Take a palm down.

Only when Prajna moves through internal organs can you stay in bed for three years and recover.

Xiao Yang Jian didn't care about eating the fragrant food.

Looking at Yang Jian's little face, he lost a lot of weight.

Zhixian.

Said with a little distress.

"Na Luoyan, I know that you really want to be a general who will kill enemies and make contributions in the future like your father. It is far from enough to have the courage of a general. The general commands thousands of troops and the great wisdom of civil and military strategy and strategic planning. But where does human wisdom come from? They are all embedded in the books of sages. If you don't study hard, just have martial arts skills, how can you lead troops to fight in the future? "

Yang Jian has been obedient and sensible since childhood.

After listening to the master's teachings.

From then on, I became a little concerned about reading.

Things he asked him to recite.

It can be memorized.

The careful Zhixian still felt that compared to Xiao Yang Jian, Xiao, still lacked the spirit of hard work and research in studying.

As Yang Jian grows up day by day.

Zhixian also felt that he had been living in the practice temple and was very simple.

And developed some good habits.

Lay some foundations in both academic and martial arts.

Too simple and difficult to become a climate.

Because the market is a world full of bloody killing.

It is a course that must be faced by men born in the family.

Wisdom first think before and after.

Finally made an extraordinary decision.

Before doing homework.

Zhixian said to Yang Jian.

"Na Luoyan, you are 10 years old but have never been out of the distance. My teacher wants to take you out for a walk and see the world. What do you think?"

"Okay, Master."

Yang Jian heard this.

Especially happy.

"Master, we have long wanted to go out and see the scenery outside."

Zhixian wants to test Yang Jian's intelligence.

Test with words.

"How can we go? The master has been thinking about this for a long time, but he can't think of a perfect way."

Yang Jian slapped his face.

explain.

"What's the difficulty? Everyone brings two clothes to change and rides a horse. Wouldn't they go out as soon as the side pole shakes?"

Zhixian said.

"There are chaos outside, a woman and a child, riding a horse and making waves. When the bandits see it, they will first have the idea of ​​meditating on the mount, and at the same time they don't know what more terrible things will happen."

"Master, then don't ride a horse and walk. Isn't there an inn outside? If you are tired of walking, stay at the inn. If you have enough energy, let's go. By the way, we can also go to the Buddhist temple to stay. Didn't I be born in the Buddhist temple?"

Zhixian still shook his head.

"Oh, that's not the case. There is a spring famine outside. Besides, many places are not in front of the village and the back of the shops, and inns and temples are not easy to find."

"What should I do with the master?"

Yang Jian has no choice.

"So, Luo Yan, we pretend to be a mother and son who escaped from famine, so that we will not attract attention. But if you have to make plans to endure hardships, do you think it's okay?"

Yang Jian.

Hesitated for a moment.

explain.

"Pretended to be fleeing famine?"

Let's continue.

"Then I'll listen to the master. There's no other way, and this method works. If the master can endure hardship, then Luo Yan can endure hardship."

"Okay, this is what my teacher is waiting for."

After saying that.

Zhixian went to the Yang family's house to explain to the manager who was looking at the house that he wanted to take the young master out for about half a month.

the next day.

It was not dawn.

The mother and son got up and went out.

Zhixian and Yang Jian each wore torn clothes.

Everyone was holding a crooked but hard jujube stick in their hands.

also.

Zhixian also used the ash at the bottom of the pot to cover up Yang Jian's fine skin and tender flesh.

He held a shabby rattan basket.

The basket was covered tightly with a piece of rag.

Yang Jian, who had never traveled far away, was particularly happy.

The corners of the mouth are slightly raised.

Walk in front of the master.

As the morning mist gradually dissipates.

The sun slowly rises.

His good mood gradually declined.

It should be mid-spring time by season.

After leaving Wuchuan Town, I looked around and saw a wasteland.

Not only are there no green trees and grass.

I can't see the dealer watered by nature.

Yang Jian.

He said in surprise.

"A few days ago, we saw that the elm trees at the door of our house were all green. It was not far from home, but the trees were all bare."

Zhixian.

explain.

"Na Luoyan, take a closer look, are the barks of those trees stripped naked?"

Yang Jian asked hurriedly.

"Can't trees without skin grow roots and sprout?"

Zhixian.

Answered.

"Of course, the tree without skin is like a human."

Yang Jian glanced at the tree closer to him.

It's all dry and black.

So I asked again.
To be continued...