In Yishui City, in the southern part of the city, there was a small courtyard. Three small houses were arranged in a triangular formation. A circle of wooden fences surrounded the small courtyard. There were many stone locks and many wooden spears and swords in the courtyard. There were even weapons such as knives.
Other than the three huts, there was also a stable. There was an old black horse in it. At this moment, its neck was drooping, and it was shaking its head weakly as if it had dementia. Its yellow mane was very neat, and it was obvious that someone took care of it every day.
Its skinny body was covered with all kinds of scars, which were extremely glaring. Clearly, this old horse had also experienced the baptism of war back then.
"Puff!"
Old Ma sneezed. He glanced at Zhao Hao, who had just returned, and continued to shake his head.
"Hello, Uncle Black."
After Zhao Hao walked in, he politely waved at Old Ma and said kindly with a smile on his face.
According to the old cripple, he no longer had any relatives. This old horse had been with him since he was a soldier, and it had been with him until today. Therefore, this old horse could be considered his brother, so it was only natural for Zhao Hao to call him Uncle Black.
Compared to the old cripple, Zhao Hao liked this old horse more.
You're already so old. It's good to eat, drink, and sleep. Why do you always torture a little guy like me? If it was in my previous life, I would definitely sue you for torturing a child.
"You're back?"
An old voice slowly rang out. Following that, a black figure limped out of the house. Beside him, the little white girl was secretly glancing at Zhao Hao. Her eyes were filled with pity as she stared at Zhao Hao. Clearly, she only wanted to say one thing to Zhao Hao, and that was to pray for his own good fortune.
"Yeah," she said.
Zhao Hao nodded and did not say much. However, his body was tense, constantly on guard against the old man's sudden attack. This kind of thing had been happening continuously since he was five years old. The old cripple was also having a lot of fun. He played during the day and at night, causing Zhao Hao to almost suffer from schizophrenia.
"You went to steal that woman's chicken again?”
The crippled old man slowly walked to a bamboo chair at the side and sat down. He glanced at Zhao Hao with his turbid eyes.
"What do you mean by stealing? It's not like I didn't pay. That Auntie Niu likes to shout. The money I gave her was enough for her to buy two chicks. I ate one of her chicks, so she can use this money to buy two more. This is equivalent to earning one, right?”
Zhao Hao sat opposite the crippled old man nonchalantly. He rolled his eyes and thought for a moment before refuting.
"Your personality…"
The crippled old man shook his head and didn't know what to say. He was clearly a brat that he had watched grow up, so why couldn't his old bones understand his personality at all?
"Old man, if you don't want to fight today, then hurry up. Can we not play sneak attacks?”
Zhao Hao pursed his lips and said unhappily.
"Today, forget it. I'm tired.。”
The crippled old man shook his head and said weakly, as if he really did not have any strength left. Just as he finished speaking, his turbid eyes flashed with a bright light, and he swung his fist at Zhao Hao's head. It was extremely fast, filled with a domineering power, and full of aggressiveness.
"Pa!"
Zhao Hao noticed the moment the crippled old man made his move. He quickly crossed his arms as if he had practiced it countless times. The crippled old man's punch happened to hit between his arms. His small arms seemed to be filled with tenacity, and the force of the crippled old man's punch seemed to be completely absorbed. However, his body was actually sent flying, and he only managed to completely dissipate the force after retreating two to three meters.
"Old man, you're so ruthless. How did your strength increase by three levels?？”
Zhao Hao steadied his body and quickly rubbed his small arm. His originally small arm was a little swollen, and he immediately cried out in an exaggerated manner.
"Little bastard, you clearly broke through to the second layer of meridians, but you actually hid it. When did you break through?”
The crippled old man acted as if he did not hear Zhao Hao's shout. He forcefully suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked. No one knew that at this moment, a monstrous wave had already been set off in the crippled old man's heart. At the age of eight, he was able to break through to the second level without using any medicinal ingredients. The crippled old man had never even heard of this talent.
If this was in the army back then, the second level of martial arts alone was enough to be a hundred generals and become the commander of a hundred soldiers. The third level was naturally a thousand generals. As for the higher levels, the crippled old man had only heard of them and did not know much about them.
Because he was only at the third level now, and when he reached the third level, he was already thirty years old. From then on, he did not advance an inch until he was discharged from the army with a leg injury.
Now, Zhao Hao's appearance had completely refreshed the crippled old man's worldview.
To be able to withstand the sixth layer of his strength, but only his body was red and swollen, nothing else. This was obviously the state of the second layer of the tendons and vessels. His entire body could withstand a large amount of pressure, which was the hammering of strength. Like a flexible spring, he could absorb all the power that swept through his body.
As long as it did not exceed a certain amount, he would not be injured. Moreover, the flexibility of his tendons and vessels would increase, which would also increase the strength of his body. When his strength was twisted into a ball, his explosive power and strength would increase.
Most importantly, Zhao Hao was only eight years old. In the future, his strength would gradually increase as his body grew and his veins grew.
As for the first layer of flesh, there was nothing much to say about it. It was just that through the tempering of blood, the flesh of the body would become firmer. When injured, it could reduce the degree of blood spraying. It could even reach the point where when a knife cut on the arm, the blood could be stopped by the movement of the muscles.
This was undoubtedly a life-saving skill on the battlefield. Of course, there were very few people who could cultivate the first level. The probability was fifty to one.
As for the second level, without the aid of medicinal herbs, the probability of success was one in a thousand. The third level could reach ten thousand. Beyond that, without good cultivation techniques, good medicinal herbs, and the guidance of a master teacher, where would they go?
"A month ago."
Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and waved his sore arm. If he hadn't been nourished by that liquid, he might have suffered some internal injuries again. This old man was getting more and more reckless. It was as if he was training him like a monster. Was he abusing a child like this?
I want a warm embrace and milk!!!
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