Although Yu Kung Fu is useless, he can still practice it slowly, and his experience and physical quality will be practiced soon.

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It’s been three years since spring and winter came and flowers fell. It’s been three years since Mo Xiaocheng came to this valley like a peach blossom spring. In these three years, he has been isolated from the world, but he doesn’t know how many people have changed outside. Others have evaporated and remembered how many things have happened to make the land of China change a lot.
Chapter three hundred and thirty A miserable life!
How many years are there in a three-year life?
Mo Xiaocheng doesn’t know how many three years he will have in his life, and he doesn’t know what he can do in three years. Anyway, these three years are the most different ones for him.
Every morning, when he wakes up, he will first breathe the purple air from the east to nourish his body, then take a sip of morning dew, and then practice boxing and martial arts, leading a life without disputes, depression, human habitation, fighting, women, love and enemies.
Day after day, year after year
It’s been three years since he was isolated from the world, as if he had forgotten his name was Mo Xiaocheng, that he had a brother, that there was a girl named Guo Yunyao waiting for him outside, and that he had forgotten the war on the treasure island of China … But he couldn’t forget that Xu Guangjian, George and Zou Feifei died, and that Fang Yifeng had brought him great hatred.
In the past three years, he was often awakened by people’s misery in his dreams. Every time, everyone told him to take revenge, especially when Zou Feifei’s "goodbye" was deeply grieved, which made him suddenly wake up and sweat profusely.
Similarly, he didn’t have waves. In the past three years, he injured his body and raised a good dragon, a fine tiger and a fierce tiger. After two and a half years, he practiced martial arts every day. Now he has re-trained to the peak of strength and his martial arts are higher than three years ago.
Looking up at the moon, Mo Xiaocheng murmured, "It’s been three years … it’s been three years before I know what it means to have someone outside the person. It’s not the ultimate martial art. The world is too wonderful and the human body has too many secrets. It’s not for one person, two people and two generations to explore clearly …"
A sweet call interrupted Mo Xiao’s thoughts.
It’s Huan ‘er
In the past three years, she has changed from a beautiful young girl to a beautiful woman with snow-white skin and a proud figure. If she were a dangerous woman for two more years, and most importantly, she would have a classical temperament that modern women do not have, as if she were a fairy without touching the world of mortals.
"Brother Xiaocheng, why don’t you sleep so late?"
Huan-erh is wearing embroidered shoes, and her hair is hung in a bun, which is very classical and her light pink ancient dress makes her look no different from an ancient woman.
When I walked to the ring next to Moxiao City, my head was as high as Moxiao City’s neck and I asked Moxiao City, "Do you miss the outside world?"
Mo Xiaocheng felt Huan-erh’s soft hair and laughed. "Why don’t you go to bed so late?" By the way, he put on a mink ring. It’s late at night, the season is late autumn and early winter, and the wind is biting.
Huan-erh is also welcome to wrap the mink around her body to absorb warmth. "I hate Xiao Cheng’s brother, and you still touch my head when I grow up." She pouted to express her dissatisfaction.
"You this wench good night go back to sleep …"
MoXiaoCheng smile didn’t take Huan-erh seriously and went back first.
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Lying in bed, Moxiao City can’t sleep, thinking about the past, the present and the future.
In the past three years, he has been isolated from the outside world in his valley. He must be dead, especially Guo Yunyao. He can imagine that Guo Yunyao was so heartbroken when he learned that he was dead.
"Alas …" Sighed deeply. Mo Xiaocheng got up, struck a match, lit an oil lamp and picked up an ancient book to read carefully.
There is no modern technology or equipment in this place, and you have to light a lamp at night to see things clearly.
A cold wind blew and the flames flickered. Before you knew it, it was midnight. Moxiao City felt sleepy and blew out the lamp and went to sleep.
Besides him and Huan-erh, there are several people in the valley who are old farmers and old women with high martial arts skills. Of course, there are also some children and young people. This is a veritable paradise. The land is flat and spacious, and the traffic is like a strange story … It is very similar to the Peach Blossom Garden written by Tao Yuan, a scholar in the Eastern Jin Dynasty.
"Hey, Brother Mo got up so early."
An old boxing man greeted Mo Xiaocheng by the Yellow Leaf Trail. The old man was old and white-haired, but he was still tough, no different from the 60-or 70-year-old man outside, and even had to be energetic.
"Yes, Grandpa Zhang will come out for a walk when he wakes up in the morning." Mo Xiaocheng laughed. "It’s better for Grandpa Zhang to exercise his strength and recuperate day by day. It’s not a problem to live for another hundred years."
Grandpa Zhang laughed. "Brother Mo is accommodating and old, so I will give you good words."
Say goodbye to grandpa Zhang, stop and walk in Moxiao City, and greet some villagers in the valley with a smile.
He has a good personality and is being brought to this world-famous valley all his life, and he is soon accepted by people here to get along well with each other. Every festival, he is warmly invited to eat in various homes.
I punched a fist, and my body warmed up and relaxed a lot. However, at this time, it began to rain and the lotus leaves fell.
This is the last drizzle in late autumn, and it is estimated that it will take a long time.
Mo Xiao shook himself, and the rain was shaken out by him. Then he picked a lotus leaf and walked quickly back to the house.