Warriors

"Master Zhao is here to exercise again!"

By the river in the park, there was an old man dancing wooden swords. When he saw Zhao Zhou coming, he also said hello. It can be seen that Zhao Zhou has come here to practice boxing.

"The 'air' in the park is good." Zhao Zhou focused on two things, chatting with a few old men, and pushing boxing at the same time.

But Zhao Zhou didn't waste his time, but the few old men were chatting, so they put away their posture, got together and chatted about the daily routine, asking whose children were old, where they went to school and work, and whether they were married.

Zhao Zhou heard and heard, still playing his own boxing, listening to several old men talking about the important affairs of their children and grandchildren.

But at this time, Zhao Zhou turned around to move the hammer, and when he looked back at a small forest by the river, he saw a young eagle that was only a few days old under a tree in the distance. After walking two steps, it fell to the ground. , twirling the fluffy wings, trying to stand up, but just couldn't.

When Zhao Zhou saw it, he walked over to help it, and after helping it stand up, he was about to go back to punch, but found that the young eagle was following him two steps with a low chirp, and made a soft "click" fall down.

"Where did your parents go?" Zhao Zhou held it in his hand and helped it get rid of the dew on its body.

'Jiujiu' This young eagle nagged at Zhao Zhou's palm with its small beak, but could not speak.

On the other hand, Zhao Zhou touched its small head, looked at a few big trees nearby, and found that there was indeed an eagle's nest in the park of this city, and there was also a one-foot-sized black eagle with its wings folded inside.

It's just that although it is closing its wings and surrounding the nest, it has been dead for a long time, and its body is already stiff, so the young eagle falls out.

"It was beaten to death with a needle gun." Zhao Zhou saw a bloody hole in its abdomen, which dyed the nearby hair red, and the blood had already dried up and congealed into a scab.

"This eagle is a bird of prey, and this is a city, so it's not safe. Someone will chase it away."

Zhao Zhou thought for a while, and heard the cry of the baby eagle in his palm, and then put the baby eagle in his pocket, and stroked its small head.

"Follow me to practice martial arts from now on."

Thanks Hu Wei for the reward!Thank you for your subscription support! ! ! ! )))++ Off-topic: I will wash my qualifications in the future, so I won’t describe it.Finally, the eagle can be used as a pet. It’s not bad to land on the arms and shoulders with one hand.Usually still able to investigate.When fighting, it is safe to fly high and far.

Chapter 132 Heavenly Relics!

Around five forty in the afternoon.

At the entrance of Lianyun Alley where there are few pedestrians.

Following a few clicks, Zhao Zhou, Zhou Xiao and others got out of a taxi and walked towards the alley.

And along the way, because Zhao Zhou and He Peng said that they were chatting with a few famous friends this time, they didn't ask anything, just follow the owner of the museum.

Also just a few steps away.

Several people passed by two hair salons lit up with colorful lights, and also saw the beauty expert.

"Master Zhao, do you want to wash your hair?" The beauty gave Zhao Zhou a wink this time, as if Zhao Zhou had come to Lianyun Alley again during this period, and they knew each other.

But in fact.Today is a modern society, communication is convenient, and Dr. Sun sent a chat group number to Zhao Zhou a while ago, so Zhao Zhou also joined a chat group of 24 people.

So, after many days of chatting about North and South, they knew each other's names.

Among them, this beauty is in her 20s, her name is Yanyan, which is what everyone calls her.

Similarly, Yanyan usually rubs her mobile phone to pass the time when she is bored chatting with people in the group, or chasing TV dramas.Otherwise, standing around every day is not a problem.

And the barber shop she opened here is also a serious haircut, and the price is not expensive.

"Where is Master Sun?" Zhao Zhou heard Yanyan greet him, this time he also stopped, and asked her where the assembly was.

The young eagle that Zhao Zhou picked up this morning was too young, so he put it in the martial arts gym, and packed it in a simple nest built with a large box.

"Doctor Sun is at Master Qian's barbecue stall." Yanyan glanced at He Peng and Feng Cheng behind Zhao Zhou, and without asking any further questions, she told the meeting location for this emergency.

"Thank you." Zhao Zhou and Yanyan bid farewell, without any nonsense, and led the three of them towards that 'sword master Lao Qian'.

"Master, are we going to eat?" Feng Cheng, an office worker, asked while walking in the bumpy alley.Because he just heard that Yanyan say the word 'barbecue', he thought he was here for a 'dinner' this time.

"I have been in the martial arts gym for [-] days, and I drink the medicinal soup from the owner every day, but I haven't invited the owner to dinner..." Feng Cheng thought about it, but actually wanted to pay, but unfortunately he is a "moonlight clan" , In addition, the salary has not been paid at the end of the month, and I am worried that I don't have enough money.

So, he felt a little embarrassed if he asked the owner of the restaurant to "please another meal after going out" this time.

"A treat for old friends." Zhao Zhou didn't talk so much with Feng Cheng, but wanted to wait until he saw the 'real thing' before speaking slowly.

"Master, I've always had a question, can I ask you after dinner..." Glasses He Peng saw Feng Cheng speak, and also thought about asking about the 'Xishui Pill'.

This is also because he received a notice from Zhao Zhou at noon today. He didn't come to the martial arts gym to practice boxing. Instead, he washed the dirty clothes yesterday in the dormitory, which caused him to not ask about himself.

Similarly, he ate a piece of medicinal food last night, enough to keep him from feeling 'hunger' for two or three days, and nutritionally enough to keep him in a 'full' state, so Zhao Zhou didn't let him come.

But no matter whether he was hungry or not, He Peng always wanted to ask what was going on with his physical condition.

In particular, he has been holding back this question for a day, but he is afraid of 'leaking the secret'. He can't say this, and the owner of the museum can't ask.

"After eating and finishing the business, let's go back to the martial arts hall." Zhao Zhou patted him on the shoulder as he walked, seemingly to comfort him, but in fact he squeezed his muscles secretly and measured his current strength hungry physique.

'The lifting strength was more than 180 jin, more than double the original one. Zhao Zhou came to a conclusion, "In addition, his bones are straight now, and his body is strong. If he learns a few killer moves, he can be regarded as a "practice".'

Zhao Zhou thought about it, calmly comforted He Peng, and then walked forward.

It's only a hundred meters away.

Before everyone left this aisle, they smelled a scent of food wafting from the street at the exit.

Turning out again, Zhao Zhou saw that this place was the same as what he saw a month ago. The bosses copied the dishes, and now it was off-duty time, and there were seven or eight hundred tables and chairs. The business was better than that night.

"Master Zhao is here." Old Qian was skewered with fresh mutton, saw Zhao Zhou and his party of four coming, and greeted with a smile.

At the tables and chairs behind the barbecue stand, Dr. Sun sat at a table of six people.Some are carrying briefcases, looking like office workers, and some are big-bodied, like bosses.Ordinary people, or those with tattoos on their arms.

Anyway, all kinds of people, from all walks of life, are now sitting together at a table in a friendly manner, eating meat skewers.

"You can't drink!" Dr. Sun was sitting at the front, joking with everyone.

But following Lao Qian's voice, he turned his head and saw Zhao Zhou approaching, so he stood up and waved his hand, "Master Zhao, come here."

When Zhao Zhou heard about it, he led someone there, passed Laoqian, and handed over two red notes, "Twenty skewers."

The money should be collected, and the accounts should be clear.

Zhao Zhou never thought of taking advantage of acquaintances.

"Master Zhao is polite!" Old Qian grinned, wiped his hands, put the two bills in his pocket, rolled up his pocket knife, and paid three, two or six for a single knife. Including condiments and hot charcoal, it was almost at the purchase cost .

This effort is not considered money.

"Master Zhao, what else do you want?" Dr. Sun saw Zhao Zhou ordering skewers, and put twelve skewers of large pieces of lamb leg roasted on the table on the big plate, "We have ready-made ones here, or just now. Burnt. After all, everyone has to do business at night, so they have to eat to fill their stomachs."

"A few of my disciples can eat. This is not enough." Zhao Zhou sat down on the bench, said something with a smile, and handed it to Zhou Xiao and the three standing behind him.