Warriors

"That's what you did today." Yang Luchan smiled, and motioned Zhao Zhou to follow what he demonstrated just now and practice again.

But Zhao Zhou held the grindstone, going and going again.

'Crackling, creaking' the millstone turned a dozen times, and before the rice noodles came out, Zhao Zhou's arms felt a little sore, and the palm holding the millstone also hurt a little, and he couldn't push it anymore.

"Zhao Shaoxia, take a rest when you're tired." Yang Luchan thought that Zhao Zhou belonged to the returned overseas Chinese, and he had never worked as a guy or been in contact with martial arts, so he was not so strict.But if he closed his apprenticeship, he would not be so easy to talk about.

Of course, Yang Luchan is also very particular about accepting apprentices, except that the disciples from big families are recruited for the promotion of national skills.For the rest, those who are physically strong and have extraordinary aptitude are preferred, and there will be no "strike" by apprentices.

Maybe his apprentice came to grind the noodles, so Yang Luchan could drink "rice noodle soup" this noon.

"It's okay. Senior Yang, let's get busy first. I'll just practice slowly."

The master leads the door, and the practice is personal.

Zhao Zhou was not delicate, so he shook his arms, thinking that he had a chance, and Senior Yang was so easy to talk, so he should study hard, practice, and see if he could learn anything.

"Okay." Yang Luchan still had a group of apprentices to teach, cast an encouraging look at Zhao Zhou, and stepped out of the door.

creak creak-

After Yang Luchan left, Zhao Zhou slowed down a bit, rested for a while, and then continued to push the stone mill without being lazy.Because of this grind, except for the rice and noodles that belong to others, the strength that is cultivated is one's own.

Especially when he thought that he had acquired a system unique to novels, his heart became even more heated and he pushed even harder.

But after a while, the palms of my hands hurt too much, which affected my "practicing martial arts".

"If you practice like this, the rice soup hasn't been ground yet, but I'll grind out the blisters first..." He looked at the red palm, thought about finding a rag in the room, and said "tear it", and tore it into pieces. A strip of cloth wrapped around his hand.

After all these trifles, Zhao Zhou also found that apart from being a little tired when pushing the mill, his palms don't hurt anymore with a rag on his palms.

He also understood why many martial artists do not practice hard in martial arts, and they have to find some "practice magic weapons" to assist them in order to achieve a greater training effect.

Then, practice, rest and rest.

until noon.

Yang Luchan didn't come, but a young man who looked like his disciple came to the courtyard and brought Zhao Zhou two bowls of fragrant rice, half a plate of vegetables mixed with pickles, a fried egg, a chicken leg, and a bowl of wheat soup.

This kind of combination is already very rich in this era, and the fragrance floats into the nose of Zhao Zhou, who is grinding the grinder in the house, from a few meters away.

So, nothing to say.

Zhao Zhou thanked him, and after the disciple also cupped his hands and left with a smile, he yelled "cuckoo" from his already hungry stomach, removed the "magic weapon" in his hand, raised his tired and trembling arm, Picking up the chopsticks, he pulled the rice into his mouth.

Needless to say, Zhao Zhou was tired all morning, and he really finished all these meals, not a single drop was left.

Wait until you are full.

He fetched some well water to wash the bowls and chopsticks, lay down on the straw in the stone mill room, and took a rest out of the sun for a while, then took the "magic weapon" and started practicing martial arts.

No one disturbed me, and it was the novelty of the first day.

Zhao Zhou really persisted in this practice until the evening, filling a rice bucket of about [-] catties, but he was too tired to walk.

The body seems to have inertia, even if it is standing, it just wants to lean forward, like subconsciously grinding a mill.

"Phew... I'm exhausted..."

Seeing the sun set, he looked at the bucket of rice noodles that had just been filled, and decided to go back to the house to rest for a while before Yang Luchan invited him to drink rice noodle soup.

"It's still comfortable to lie down..."

After working, lying down, Zhao Zhou felt very comfortable all over, but he was a little hungry.

"I don't know...what to eat at night..." He also wanted to squint for a while.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he relaxed, he yawned a few times and fell asleep in a daze.

But never thought.

Yang Luchan came here about an hour later. When he saw Zhao Zhou asleep, he didn't bother him. He picked up the rice bucket and left, seemingly wanting to enjoy the "rice noodle soup" to himself.

And as time passed, the night gradually deepened.

Zhao Zhou was sleeping in the house, but was awakened by a system notification.

[Beep...the heavens system starts]

Origin: Birth and birth in the infinite heaven and earth, travel through infinite time and space, stay in each realm for a day, and look for those who are destined.

State: nascent state.

Function: Break through the space barrier, assist Zhong Tiandi's lucky fighters, travel through the worlds, and hone themselves.The higher the realm of luck, the more powerful the system.

Traveling through the world currently: Qing Dynasty.

Classification of the world: lucky people experience the world.

Tasks: None.

Return Time: Return at any time.

Since Zhong Tiandi's lucky person came to another world for the first time, the system gave special rewards.

[Special reward: Lucky people can go to the system treasury to get some items that increase their strength. The specification is within three cubic meters. As long as the lucky person touches it when they leave, they can bring it back to this world at any time.】

"Come back anytime..."

Zhao Zhou was sleepy at first, but when he heard the prompt from the system, he was tired and hungry, so he almost forgot about the system.

However, now that he was stupefied when he heard words such as 'treasure house' and 'reward item', he woke up suddenly, and hurriedly told the system: "Go! Go now!"

It is also his words.

With a flash of white light, Zhao Zhou found himself in a house of [-] square meters.

There are large and small treasure chests around, and there is a shelf next to it, on which some medicines and jewelry are placed.

And the gold and silver shone like gold under the light, which almost dazzled his eyes and suppressed the hunger in his belly.

"Is this the treasure house of the system?" Zhao Zhou's heart skipped a beat, and he scanned around, only to find several words engraved on several boxes.

For example, "Yang Ming of Liuzhou, present the leader of Dongfang Bubai, a sword of hundreds of refinements."

Or 'Congratulations to the Eastern leader, Hongfu Qitian'.

Such handwriting, combined with the system, can travel through the heavens.