Temporary calmness

  Before dawn broke, Guo Yi returned to the cultural market. On the ground floor, he saw a scrawny little beggar boy curled up and fast asleep with his head covered.

  These days, unless it was Guo Yi taking a car, otherwise. Wherever Guo Yi went, he would follow him there, but he always kept a certain distance from Guo Xiang.

  Guo Yi goes to eat, even if it's a small restaurant, he won't go in; Guo Yi goes to do things, and he waits outside while begging. Sometimes Guo Ti buys food and eats with him on the side of the road. Sometimes, Chicken Leg uses his own begged money to buy something for Guo Yi, who doesn't decline. Near the cultural market, people often discover a big and small, two different worlds, squatting by the roadside eating together as if no one is around!

  Guo Yi went upstairs, changed into a new set of clothes in the office, hid the clothes he took off and Xiao Tian's gun, and rummaged through Qian Qi and others' bodies and car, taking away a lot of miscellaneous items, including money. He didn't have time to sort them out and hid them all together.

  Guo Ye woke up Jitui to go jogging together in the community park. Jitui was full and sleepy, but followed Guo Ye's back and ran very energetically, only refusing to throw away the broken pot in his hand, with the coins inside clinking annoyingly!

  Guo Yi told him to throw it away, but he refused. Guo Yi had no choice but to give up, running while feeling depressed and fortunate that the chicken leg was not holding a stick to hit the dog!

  Arriving at the park, none of the hoodlums had arrived yet. Guo Yi sat on his horse with a straight back and began practicing the breathing exercises taught by his master, while Jitui watched intently from the side.

  Guo Yi's hands didn't stop, but his mind recalled Leng Qingfeng. She was a girl who viewed human life as worthless, with a ruthless exterior, but Guo Yi had seen her vulnerability and loneliness. Now that she was gone, he wondered if they would ever meet again in this lifetime. Thinking of these things, his heart felt an inexplicable sadness.

  Leng Qingfeng's words, he heard them, but he had no way to respond. She and he were ultimately people from two different worlds, her world was destined for a bloody storm, while he just wanted to be an ordinary person. Even after he accidentally acquired this repairing ability, he didn't have any grand ambitions, content with a simple life, that's the kind of person he was.

  He can resolutely kill people, because the likes of Quan Qi and others deserve to die! Also because he understood Leng Qingfeng's bitter heart! But being able to resolutely kill people cannot make him resolutely walk this bloody path!

  Moreover, there were many things here that he couldn't bear to part with.

  Tie Rong and Yi Xiao Feng looked at Guo Yao with strange expressions, whispering to each other.

  "Older brother, what do you think this guy is thinking? Why does he always have such a weird expression when practicing martial arts? In the past, while practicing, he would suddenly reveal a lustful smile, making me wonder if this martial art had aphrodisiac effects. Ah, did you see? Today, while practicing, he became sorrowful!"

  Hehe, with a smile, said:

  "I've also gone back and analyzed this with my brothers, Liu Tao, the guy who wears glasses, said that this is a great way to shift attention or self-hypnosis, actually it's the same as what I said last time about being in a trance-like state! Haven't you noticed how quickly Lao Er has been progressing? It's because he doesn't need rest at all, or rather, he doesn't even know what fatigue is!"

  Yixiao Feng said with a smile, "It's all because of this," and patted his bald head, sighing.

  "I've actually tried it too, but it's useless, I just can't get into the state!"

  Tie Rong glanced at Yixiao Feng's bald head and struck without mercy:

  "You think everyone can be a god, but without a certain level of cultural quality, it's hard to even try. You, just honestly put in the effort! Come on, let's play another round!"

  Yixiao Feng was startled and hastily said:

  "Master, look at Lao Er's progress over this period of time. It's almost good enough. If you don't spar with him a couple of times, he'll say that you're being biased towards me since you often teach me that one must improve their skills in actual combat."

  Tie Rong glanced at Feng Yi with a smile, naturally understanding his apprentice's thoughts. He didn't say anything and instead called out to Guo Yao:

  "Hey, Lao Er, stop practicing and come over!"

  Kuo Yeh stood up straight and said with a dark face:

  "Master, don't call me Old Number Two!"

  "Second brother, it's not that the master wants to call you second brother, the key is that you are neither the eldest nor the third, so you can only be the second. Second brother, come and exchange a few moves with the master!"

  Kuang Ye said angrily:

  "If you call me 'old second' again, I won't acknowledge you as my master!"

  The old man didn't get angry and said:

  "Alright, alright, Little Guo, let's exchange a couple of moves!"

  Guo Yi thought that fighting the old man now was purely asking for trouble, but he also knew that without actual combat experience, his basic skills were useless. Last night when he chased those two people, he had this feeling - he lacked experience in direct confrontation.

  Two people called out in unison and got into action. One of them sat down at the foot of a tree, comfortably watching the commotion.

  Tie Lun was always smiling, but when he started to move, it was like a rabbit jumping and a falcon swooping down, swift and neat. Guo Ye didn't have any fancy moves, just basic skills, and seeing the old man's fierce attack, he couldn't afford to counterattack, dodging left and right, exhausted from defending!

  Not long after they faced each other, Guo Yi was knocked to the ground. He flipped over and got up again to continue fighting. Tie Rong nodded in satisfaction, smiled, and lifted his leg to kick his second disciple two more times. Guo Yi sprang up like a carp and continued fighting as if nothing had happened.

  Yi Xiao Feng stood to the side, grinning foolishly. Usually, it was the old man who bullied him, but now that his wife had become a master, he had someone to take over. Although he had acknowledged this master and his own skills had made great progress, being beaten every day wasn't pleasant at all. If he could avoid it, then he would!

  As I watched, a smile couldn't help but appear on my face. My younger brother, who wasn't particularly tall or sturdy, seemed to have an iron body. No matter how the old man beat him, he could flip over and get back up with ease, without making a sound, his agile body seemingly unaffected. It even seemed like the more he was beaten, the more energetic he became. Later on, he even started counterattacking occasionally.

  The old man said with a gasp:

  "Stop, stop, forget it, let's just end it here for today, I'm exhausted."

  Kuo Yeh jumped up and down like a boxer, hearing this he seemed somewhat dissatisfied, disappointedly saying:

  "Is that it? I just started getting into it."

  Yixiaofeng was deeply impressed, you see, people with culture are just different, even getting beaten up can be enjoyable. The old man sat down beside Yixiaofeng, took a few sips from his water cup, wiped the sweat off and said:

  "Boss, from now on, you're in charge of dealing with him. I won't fight him anymore. After beating him up for so long, he acts like nothing's wrong. I'm exhausted to death and don't feel any sense of accomplishment."

  "Big Brother!"

  "Huh?"

  "You still have feelings!"

  A smile with his hair standing on end hastily got up and ran far away, saying to Guo Yao:

  "Come on, let's practice together!"

  Guo Yao bounced past, greeted him, twisted his waist and made a palm strike, directly hitting Yixiao Feng's weak point. Yixiao Feng raised his right hand to block, and with his left hand brought wind to slash at Guo Yao's neck, he didn't have any concerns when dealing with this junior brother. His right foot slightly lifted, already preparing to add another kick, the master was watching from over there, how could he lose face?

  Yixiao Feng's movement should have been a smooth and effortless one, but the problem was that when he tried to lift Guo Yi's arm, it didn't budge. By the time Yixiao Feng realized something was wrong, it was already too late! Guo Yi's right palm came crashing down on Yixiao Feng's ribcage with a loud thud.

  One smile and a mournful cry, his body spun around and flew out, lying there unable to get up again!

  Tie Rong burst out laughing, but his smile froze on his face. He had beaten this kid countless times before, and although the kid would always end up whimpering and sniffling, he had never fallen to the ground unable to get back up. What was going on this time?! He quickly walked over and saw that Xiao Feng's face was beet red, looking like he had been severely injured.

  Kuo Yeh also jumped down, he never thought that his casual slap could make Yi Xiao Feng look like this.

  He walked quickly over, reached out to lift up Yixiao Feng's clothes, and on his soft ribs was a faint palm print. Tielun looked at the palm print on Yixiao Feng's body in disbelief, knowing that if he had suffered severe internal injuries, this palm print should be deep purple.

  And this faint palm print, combined with the cold sweat that came out of a smile on his face, only has one possibility, that is, the injury penetrated through the surface skin and directly hurt the inside. However, it takes at least five years of hard work to cultivate the internal energy to achieve this level. Guo Yao had been practicing the art of opening the tomb for less than a month, even if he was extraordinary, it wouldn't be to this extent!

  In fact, if it wasn't for Yixiao Feng using his hand to divert some of the force, this injury would have been even more severe. You should know that Sun Qi's subordinate, Xiaotian, was killed by a single slap from Gu Yang!

  Tie Rong gave Gu Yi a suspicious glance and reached out to press his hand on Yixiao Feng's wrist. He wanted to see just how badly he was injured.

  At the same time, Guo Yi's hand was pressed on Yixiao Feng's palm print, and a thin white energy quickly entered Yixiao Feng's body, rapidly repairing the injured tissue.

  "Brother Feng, are you okay?"

  Just now, the unbearable pain of a smile has greatly reduced. He sat up with a sigh, rubbed his wound twice, and although it still hurt, it was only a superficial injury, and there was no feeling inside. Yixiao Feng asked in confusion:

  "Huh? Why doesn't it hurt anymore? Did I just get numb earlier?"

  At this time, Tieren also let go of Yixiao Feng's wrist and kicked him to one side with one foot, scolding:

  "You little scamp, when did you become so cunning? You scared me half to death!"

  He just found that Yixiao Feng's pulse was very stable, and he didn't seem to be injured at all. Yixiao Feng himself was also a bit confused, not knowing whether the severe pain earlier was an illusion or a hallucination!

  This round was lost with a smile, and the loss was due to his underestimation. Guo Ye had just killed someone last night, and today he exchanged blows with his master, not daring to use force at all, and in terms of moves and experience, he only had the share of being abused.

  Yi Xiao Feng changed into a smile and took the stage. Guo Yi had been holding back for a while, both of his shoulders were itching, in his opinion, with Yi Xiao Feng's power and agility, dealing with himself was more than enough, so he didn't hold back either. And Yi Xiao Feng saw that Master was bullying Guo Yi very easily, so he also didn't use his full strength, as a result, he was slapped flying by Guo Yi!

  Fortunately, there was Guo Yi's holy hand. With a smile, the wound healed quickly. He got up and moved around to confirm that he was fine, then called out to Guo Yi again. This move sent his junior brother flying, who had only been training for less than a month. This face must be regained!

  This time it was reversed, Guo Yi didn't dare to use his full strength again, while Yixiao Feng could boldly go all out, so the situation was once again one-sidedly dominated.

  Yi Xiangfeng had never met anyone as resilient as this human sandbag, and he was extremely excited to be hitting him. The more he hit, the faster his movements became, and his offense was like a stormy rain that swept towards Guo Yi. Guo Yi was like a rock in the ocean, standing firm no matter whether he was being pounded or submerged.

  After a round, both of them benefited greatly. The chicken leg on the side watched with shining eyes, and a pair of small hands were placed behind its buttocks, constantly gesturing.

  While eating breakfast, Guo Yi and a group of rascals were eating at the street stall, while Jitui was squatting on one side with an oil strip in his arms. Yixiao Feng and others had long been accustomed to Guo Yi's inexplicable follower. Yixiao Feng shouted:

  "Chicken leg, follow me and your brother, let's have a good time! Drinking big bowls of wine and eating large pieces of meat is better than begging for food!"

  The black eyes like lacquer dots looked at Guo Yao, then shook his head.

  Yixiao Feng laughed and scolded in a loud voice, asking Guo Yao:

  "This brother of yours is really dumb, how come I've never heard him speak?"

  Kuo Ya shook his head, he was the same, never heard Chicken Leg speak before, all he did was shake or nod his head!

  The phone rang, and Guo Yi picked up his mobile phone to take a look. It was Zhuo Wenqing!