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Chapter 0005: Young Master Zhou

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    Zhou Yang adheres to the principle of the jungle. If you don't like it, he won't urinate in your pot. If you want to fight, just do it. He never beats around the bush and goes straight to the point.  Goatee had obviously never seen a young man with Zhou Yang's style, but he also had a temper. After being ridiculed over and over again by Zhou Yang, he finally couldn't help the anger in his heart and suddenly pulled out from behind.  Here comes a shining dagger.  He shouted sternly: "If you don't want to die, return the money to me quickly. Also, tell me the exact formula of that water, otherwise hum." Goatee said this with a sinister smile, even though he was showing his fierceness,  Zhou Yang still couldn't help but shrug and laugh, and said with a mocking look on his face: "Do you think you can dominate everything with a dagger? Don't you know that there is no possibility of a rabbit vomiting out if it enters the tiger's belly? That's ridiculous.  " Zhou Yang is so condescending, like a tiger at the top of the food chain looking down on the bugs and wild dogs at the bottom.  His disdain and contempt deeply hurt Goatee's dignity. He gritted his teeth, his head filled with hatred for Zhou Yang.  Under the control of this hatred, he couldn't care about anything else. He clenched the dagger tightly in his right hand and stabbed Zhou Yang's lower abdomen straight.  Goatee was stabbed with a dagger, and Zhou Yang's body suddenly fell backwards. After avoiding the menacing stab with an incredible arc, he quickly bounced forward with his left foot as the center of gravity.  With his right hand, he made it into a seal shape, and like a mantis wielding a knife, he stabbed the unsteady goatee head Bang!  It looked gently and cleverly, Yu Bo echoed in the head of the goat's head, and his feet trembled because of his stagnation, and he fell to the ground unstablely.  With one swipe of Mantis's knife, Goatee was knocked to the ground, and it couldn't be easier.  This kind of thing is not even as good as the hare in the jungle. The hare can at least consume Zhou Yang's physical strength by running tirelessly.  After knocking Goatee down, Yang Mo did not stop. Instead, he walked to the center of the pavilion, grabbed the glass jar, brought it over, forced open Goatee's mouth, and kept pouring wine into it.  After finishing the remaining wine, Zhou Yang simply smashed the glass jar, grabbed the assorted centipedes, scorpions and stuffed it into his mouth. If it couldn't be stuffed, he smashed it with a wooden stick.  After doing this for about ten minutes, Goatee was moaning in pain and screaming again and again.  If Zhou Yang hadn't been afraid of attracting unnecessary onlookers, he would have stuffed all the contents into Goatee's belly.  After Zhou Yang let go of his hand, the poison had already taken effect. He immediately saw the goatee holding his stomach and rolling around. The pain made him twitch all over and he was in agony.  Seeing this, Zhou Yang sneered and said disdainfully: "Do you know what it means to reap the consequences? You are now." After saying that, he lifted his legs and stepped over his body, and walked out with the pride of a winner and his head held high.  Go, Goatee, who was rolling in pain, quickly crawled over and grabbed Zhou Yang's calf, begging for mercy: "Little brother, I know I was wrong, and I must repent. Can you give me some water to drink? I'm really sorry.  It hurts so much. I have an 80-year-old mother at home, and a child who is waiting to be fed." Goatee said it was extremely miserable, but Zhou Yang didn't have any sympathy. He had seen more miserable wolf howls in the jungle.  It was precisely because of his compassion that he let the wolf whose leg was broken by the clamp go free. Later, he was surrounded by wolves and almost died there.  From then on, no matter how miserable something screamed in front of him, he would not show any mercy, because he knew that kindness to the enemy was cruelty to himself.  Therefore, Zhou Yang ignored his begging for mercy and just kicked him aside. He said coldly: "You have to suffer for yourself, God is fair." and walked away quickly.  After walking far away, Zhou Yang counted the money he collected from Goatee, which was nearly one thousand five hundred. This was enough for him to eat for a month. It was only the end of July, which meant that this little money could only support him to eat for one month.  Month, it will take about half a month before I can join the job, and it will take more than a month to get my salary, which means I am still short of money.  Zhou Yang is not very worried about the dilemma of having no money. He feels that his poison skills are enough to support himself.  We had dinner at a roadside shop and then returned to our old house.  Back at the old house, the sky had just dimmed, but Zhou Yang was already yawning a little. In the jungle, he was used to going to bed early and getting up early, working at sunrise and resting at sundown.  This life pattern has been maintained for five years.  Not long after lying on the bed, Zhou Yang felt as if he was dead and completely lifeless. In fact, there was no heartbeat at all.  Zhou Yang didn't know why, and his master, an old drunkard, couldn't explain it either.  What's even more strange is that although Zhou Yang can't breathe or have a heartbeat every time he goes to sleep, he can feel something stirring in his little heart, as if it wants to break the shackles of his little heart. Whenever the venom of a ferocious poison enters,  The beating of the little heart gets stronger at night. Tonight, it beats faster than before.It was so strong every time, and there was a faint feeling that he wanted to break the shackles of his little heart. Zhou Yang even felt a crack.  The long night, the endless collision, at night, still failed to break through the cage, but at least there was a glimmer of hope.  It seems that the venom of the silver-threaded centipede yesterday caused his accumulation in the past five years to change from a quantitative to a qualitative change.  When it was dawn, Zhou Yang got up and started to fight the poisonous fists given to him by the old drunkard.  This set of Poison Boxing is said to be a peerless Kung Fu passed down by the master.  Peerless, Zhou Yang didn't feel it at all. After practicing for five years, he didn't even feel the so-called sense of energy written in the novel, let alone any internal skills.  But this set of boxing techniques is still very practical. After all, they are all fatal moves.  And if you practice it for a long time, it will be very helpful for muscle control.     drink!  ha!  drink!  ha!  Zhou Yang didn¡¯t know why the old drunkard emphasized that he had to scream loudly when practicing boxing. The old drunkard just told him that this was a way to practice Qi.  He didn't take it seriously at first, but after practicing for three or four years, he found that his Qi pulse was really much longer, and he could hold his breath in the water for more than ten minutes without moving.  And it seemed that the force of his fists was much stronger when he shouted Haha, so he persisted.  After the punch, Zhou Yang felt refreshed. At this time, the sun also poked his head out of the sky, and it was red and cute.  Taking advantage of the coolness of the morning, Zhou Yang went out to have breakfast after feeding the blood-soaked red scorpions and silver-threaded centipedes.  When I walked to the entrance of the alley, I ran into the old man from yesterday. The old man was very surprised when he saw Zhou Yang's face glowing red. He took Zhou Yang's hand and asked with concern: "Young man, didn't you see a ghost yesterday?"  Hearing the old man mention this matter again, Zhou Yang suddenly seemed to understand something. If he guessed correctly, all the dozen or so people who died in the past few years should have been poisoned by the silver-threaded centipede.  The silver-threaded centipede regards that house as its territory. It will definitely attack any outsider who enters. Its venom is violent and does not leave obvious wounds. In addition, its venom directly destroys the heart, and even an autopsy may not be able to detect it.  Nothing was found, so over time it was rumored to be the work of evil spirits.  After thinking about this, Zhou Yang nodded and said, "Yes, but the ghosts have been conquered by me." "Subdued by you?" The old man looked surprised and asked, "Is it possible that you are still a ghost hunter?"  "You can put it that way." Zhou Yang squeezed a smile and didn't want to continue chatting with the old man, so he said 'goodbye' and ran to have breakfast.  After breakfast, Zhou Yang decided to wander around and find some way to make money.  He wandered around all morning, and job postings were all over the streets, but either he didn't like them or they didn't have enough academic qualifications.  What should we do?  Do you really want to go back to that house in despair when you run out of money?  Zhou Yang muttered, slightly disappointed.  Just when Zhou Yang felt a little disappointed, a hoarse cry suddenly came from behind his ears, ¡®Robbery!  Stop him quickly, he stole my bag!  ¡¯.  Hearing this shout, Zhou Yang subconsciously went to look for the robbers, while those in front of him were afraid to avoid getting into trouble.  Seeing this, Zhou Yang couldn't help frowning and murmuring in his heart: Why don't these people even have the courage to fight against evil?  Isn¡¯t it said that evil never defeats good?  As soon as Zhou Yang finished his muttering, he saw a man in a leather jacket running over with a woman's bag in his arms. As he ran, he shouted wildly: "Get out of here, if you don't want to die, get out of here."  Arrogant!  Zhou Yang muttered silently and rushed forward to meet him.  When the man in the leather jacket saw Zhou Yang rushing towards him, he was startled for a moment, and then thought that Zhou Yang was a plainclothes policeman. Just as he was about to change direction and run to the other side, Zhou Yang already jumped to the ground and threw him to the ground.  , just as he was about to resist, Zhou Yang hit him in the head with a heavy punch, and he fainted on the spot.  Seeing that Zhou Yang had subdued the robbers, the crowd of onlookers who were trying to get out of the way quickly gathered around and offered advice one by one: "Hey, nothing happened, right? Call 120 quickly." "It's better to call the police first, you have to let the police  Come here and get convicted first!¡± ¡°I think we have to take pictures first, otherwise there will be no evidence.¡±  This group of people were chattering and making Zhou Yang really upset. He couldn't help but sarcastically said loudly: "What are you yelling at? What were you doing before? In hindsight, you are the worst! You run away when you see a robber."  You have to stay far away. If you or your wife were robbed and no one came to stop it, what would you think?" After Zhou Yang said this, the people watching subconsciously closed their mouths. They really have no right to point fingers here.  .  At this moment, the middle-aged woman who was robbed ran over panting. Seeing that the bag thief was caught, she came over and thanked Zhou Yang repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you, here is"??The life-saving money for my daughter's surgery, thank you for helping to catch him, otherwise my family would be destroyed.  " As the middle-aged woman spoke, she couldn't help but secretly wipe away her tears. After hearing her words, Zhou Yang felt so angry that he kicked the robber on the ground again and even robbed him of his life-saving money. He really deserved it.  After being kicked to pieces, Zhou Yang said to the onlookers around him: "If any of you call the police, this guy will have to be sent to prison for a few years.  " "The police have been called.  Someone answered immediately. At this moment, the middle-aged woman suddenly looked at Zhou Yang seriously, and then exclaimed: "Young Master?"  Are you the eldest young master?  "    "Um?  "When Zhou Yang heard this familiar title again, he couldn't help but frowned. He took a closer look at the middle-aged woman with tears on her face. He felt that something was very familiar, but he couldn't name it. "Young Master,  I'm Aunt Wu.  " Aunt Wu? After being reminded, Zhou Yang immediately recalled that this was one of the nannies in that family. Zhou Yang was not very impressed with her. After all, there were too many nannies. He didn't expect that she would still remember him like this.  "Young Master, when did you come back?  Why haven't I seen you come home?  Master, he always talks about you.  "Aunt Wu said respectfully, and the order of hierarchy was very clear. The onlookers around were a little surprised: Is this filming? Why do people still call young masters in this era? This is really not filming. In that house, everyone  The order is all done according to the ancient rules. After all, it is an ancient family with a history of 800 years. How can it show its cultural heritage without some red tape? Zhou Yang is actually disgusted with the title of eldest young master, but he has always disliked it since he was a child.  I'm used to being called that.
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