Chapter 114 New Year's Day

Li Chunyuan's footsteps are a little awkward, which is different from ordinary people. His footsteps look very stable but his strength is not very strong. Zhu Changqing looked at it in surprise again, and finally confirmed that Li Chunyuan's way of walking and landing was very similar to that of ordinary people who had learned martial arts. Is this guy a monster? I didn't teach him anything. How can he know that this kind of step is the most suitable for collecting and exerting strength?

Zhu Changqing was so surprised that he finally couldn't help coughing dryly: "Li Chunyuan, what have you gained today?"

Li Chunyuan looked back at him thoughtfully: "I found some feelings in the moves, but how did you find out? Can you see it too?"

"Steps. Didn't I say that your footsteps are weak? Now although your footsteps are still floating, the muscles of your legs are slightly tense and you are ready to work hard at any time. This is the state that people who have learned martial arts often have. Zhu Changqing said to Li Chunyuan proudly.

Li Chunyuan nodded: "So in your opinion, is it rare for me to be in such a state? Did you seem surprised just now?

Do you have eyes on your back? Zhu Changqing stared at Li Chunyuan unpleaishly, but still told him: "Your state is just sparse and ordinary among those who have practiced martial arts, but among those who have never practiced martial arts, it is difficult to do it. You can understand how to exert your strength and practice, so you can also say that you are a martial artist in the future. "

Li Chunyuan just said "thank you", and the relationship between the two has also eased a lot. Therefore, although Zhu Changqing is still vigilant in Li Chunyuan's heart, he is no longer so vigorous.

"Is it so simple?" Li Chunyuan asked in surprise.

"Simple? The simple technique of stick high leg lifting can be called martial arts. Do you think there are many martial artists now? If it hadn't been for the arrival of zombies and the role of martial artists would have been highlighted, the world would not have known how long it would be deceived by that kind of fascinating garbage, let alone whether the real martial arts would be lost. Zhu Changqing said angrily.

Li Chunyuan is clear. It's not because he is powerful, or because there are too few real warriors and too many martial artists, so Zhu Changqing said so. Thinking of the embarrassing situation of the low-level martial arts of the martial arts group of the military region, they are probably the victims of the former flower fist embroidery legs.

Sitting in front of the fire, Li Chunyuan was a little stunned to find that today's lunch was a little rich. The delicious food he could find was put together. He looked up at the smiling Li Feifei: "What's going on?"

Li Feifei grabbed a piece of her favorite beef jerky and chewed it and said, "Don't you remember? Today is the first day of the Chinese New Year. We didn't have New Year's Eve dinner last night. Let's make up for this meal!"

Li Chunyuan was surprised, and his mind was suddenly a little confused. In the face of this "rich" New Year's Eve dinner, his heart was a little sour. Even if he deliberately forgot it, those things still came to his mind. His cold right hand raised his eyebrows, and Li Chunyuan grabbed two hams and got up and left.

There is no joy and laughter in previous years, and the firecrackers, gongs and drums of previous years can't be heard. Li Chunyuan looked at the pale and lonely world covered by the snow and mechanically ate the cold ham in the cold wind.

Seeing Li Chunyuan go out, Li Feifei was a little confused and asked Zhu Changqing quietly, "Mr. Zhu, what's wrong with him?"

Zhu Changqing shook his head, and his eyes were also a little sad. For the old man, every New Year is a torture, and he can better understand Li Chunyuan's performance. But time will erase everything, and the years will eliminate these scars. Those who have passed away have gone, but the living people still have to live. This is black and white. No matter how painful it is, it will always be separated by the cruel reality.

There was a little hot pain in his eyes. Li Chunyuan silently ate two hams, and then stepped on the cold snow and went back to his room in the cold wind. He just wanted to sleep now, and maybe he could see his weakness in his dream.

"It's New Year!" The rabbit jumped around the house happily, as if it had really become a white rabbit in the snow.

Yuyu lay in the quilt and shouted impatiently, "Dead rabbit, what are you calling? I still have to sleep!" The rabbit smiled and handed her cold little hand into the quilt: "The stinky jade is a lazy pig. Don't get up yet!"

Yuyu was screamed by her cold hand. She reached out and pressed the rabbit's hand and pulled her over and pinched the rabbit's nose: "Dead rabbit, bad rabbit, who told you to do this? Is it your fox sister?"

The rabbit suddenly quit and stretched out her other hand to grab Yuyu's face: "Stinky Yuyu, don't scold my sister! You bad guy!" The two little guys squeaked up again.

"Tomorrow is another day of collective attack?" Wu Yan held out the big eagle hook nose and turned a blind eye to this farce. He and Lao Zhang were a little used to the quarrel between the two little guys.

Lao Zhang nodded: "Yes, but the two of us have already completed the number of tasks, so we don't have to worry about anything."

Wu Yan touched his big eagle hook nose: "It's really a restless New Year, and I don't know when he will come back." Cheng Xiao entered the room with hot water and saw Yuyu and Tuer fighting. He hurriedly put down the hot water and persuaded him to fight: "Why are we fighting again?"

Lao Zhang shook his head, got up and walked out: "It's hard to say what will happen in the future." Wu Yan also understood that the next stage was the drama of three women, and he also shook his head out of the house.

The snow outside the yard has been shoveled off. A pair of soldiers are running back and forth in the East District, arresting people according to the list and preparing for a collective attack. Zuo Liye stood in the street with his hands behind his back, waiting for the soldiers to return.

"Zhang Xiaochen, a powerman, has frozen to death and can't participate in tomorrow's collective attack."

"Jiang Guohua of the martial arts group has disappeared, and there is nothing left in the room. It is expected to abscond into the southern or northern district."

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After reporting one by one, Zuo Liye looked at the list that was not many, and then turned around and looked back at the person behind him: "So, are you honored to be the only one in this collective attack?"

The man's face was white and his lips were blue, and he didn't know whether he was frozen or scared. He couldn't help shivering. Zuo Liye looked at the soldier who escorted this man: "What's his name?"

The soldier saluted: "Report, sir, his name is Kang Gaowei, and he is from the martial arts group."

"Very good." Zuo Liye motioned the soldier to retreat and said to Kang Gaowei, "Kang Gaowei, do you want to die?"

"I..." Kang Gaowei's throat clucked, and he couldn't breathe nervously. He rolled his eyes and fainted.

Zuo Liye spit disdainfully: "What a waste! I wanted to give you a festive thing during the Spring Festival, but I didn't expect it to be so disappointing!" Kang Gaowei suddenly stood up with an arrogant expression: "Who are you?"

"Crazy?" Zuo Liye became interested and said with a smile, "I'm a grassman. I don't know what kind of person you are?"

"I'm the son of Ruyi!" Kang Gaowei shouted loudly.

Zuo Liye smiled more: "It turns out that you are the famous Mr. Ruyi. I don't know what's important to you?"

"I want to change my clothes!" Kang Gaowei said righteously and as a matter of course.

Zuo Liye and the rest of the soldiers laughed. Zuo Liye also lost his only interest and waved his hand to the soldier and said, "Throw it in the river. We don't have time to clean up this kind of garbage."

The two soldiers set up Kang Gaowei and left. Kang Gaowei opened his eyes wide: "General Zuo, Officer Zuo, Grandpa Zuo! I'm wrong! I shouldn't pretend to be crazy! Please spare me a dog's life!"

"It's easy to die. How can it be so difficult to be crazy?" Zuo Liye sneered, motioned the two soldiers to continue, and said to the rest of the soldiers, "Go back to the camp." A low-level officer came forward and ordered, "Look to the right!" Look forward! Stand upright! Take a break! Turn right! Walk in step!"

The soldiers walked towards the West District. Their footsteps were neat and uniform, without a trace of wavering, as if they had not heard the screams of Kang Gaowei, who was getting farther and farther away.

In the evening, after dinner, Li Chunyuan waited for a period of time and Li Fenfen did not come out, which made Li Chunyuan vaguely doubt his judgment. He originally thought that Li Fenfen's appearance had something to do with night, or he could only appear every night. Now it seems that the initiative of this appearance is entirely by Li Fen. Fen mastered it himself, which made Li Chunyuan unable to figure out the bottom line and limitations of Li Fenfen's ability.

The next morning, Li Chunyuan, Zhu Changqing and Li Feifei packed up their clothes, and then began to go on the road on the street where the snow was covered. Li Chunyuan walked slowly on the left side, holding a long knife in his right hand, and from time to time waved a "pan snake" to cut off the head of the zombie. The long knife stabbed straight forward, pierced the zombie's throat, and then his arm trembled, and the long knife cut the zombie's neck. The zombie could no longer move and could only be obediently served by the long knife.

Zhu Changqing looked sideways and sighed in his heart: Li Chunyuan's action was moderate, and he could restrain the zombie in front of him with just one move. Obviously, he was a little angry. Li Chunyuan is really a freak who can use the moves he taught him in actual combat, or in the case of hiding many tips!