Longevity Martial Arts: I have a black water snake clone

Lichun Courtyard is a famous brothel in Pengcheng. Although it is located in the outer city, it is a place that even the children of aristocratic families in the inner city and other advanced warriors will linger on it.

In recent years, it has even ushered in a big patron——Zhang Chenye, a disciple of the overlord sect Qinglu Taoist Temple, and a water transport envoy in Pengcheng.

Zhang Chenye's skills are outstanding, even though his temperament is capricious and his methods are cruel, the Yinghua women in Lichunyuan still flock to him, and follow each other.

This included Zhang Yingyu!

"With this amount of money, Yinghe will be able to join the Huishan Boxing Martial Arts Academy, and there is no chance of enlightenment." Zhang Yingyu looked at the huge amount of money beside the pillow, and felt joyful.

Three days ago, she thought she was going to die, but she survived by luck.

Zhang Chenye is perverted, very perverted. Like a beast that has been suppressed for a long time, it has no intention of holding back these Yinghua women.

Whipping, dripping wax, binding... Even Zhang Yingyu, who was in Lichunyuan, felt palpitations due to all kinds of abnormal methods.

If there is a next time, Zhang Yingyu has no doubt that she will die like other unlucky sisters.

Zhang Yingyu raised her head, and as soon as she stretched out her hand to push the money down to the pillow, she couldn't help but let out a "hoarse" sound.

There were piercing pains in her lower body and back, and her eyes were covered with mist and tears.

But she gritted her teeth and continued to push the money under the pillow to hide it.

"My parents are gone, I must raise Yinghe and give him a bright future."

"I can be as humble as grass, but Yinghe absolutely cannot!"

Thinking of his younger brother Zhang Yinghe, Zhang Yingyu felt both joy and bitterness.

Yinghe has a strong temperament, and he hates her making a show in such a desolate place like Lichun Courtyard.

But she is a weak woman, if she is not like this, how can she raise Yinghe? How about trying to give Yinghe a better future?

In today's world, it's really cannibalism!

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Sanlifang.

A dilapidated corner kiln with broken tiles.

Hong Yuan was building a ladder at this time, and with the help of young Zhang Yinghe, Hong Yuan climbed up to the eaves and began to build new mud tiles to repair the dilapidated corner of the cold kiln.

"Brother Ye Zi, the mud tiles are ready." Zhang Yinghe put the tiles behind the dustpan and shouted loudly.

Hong Yuan responded with a hey, slowly pulled up the rope, and forcefully lifted the dustpan with a pile of tiles.

Zhang Yinghe below was staring at the starry eyes, enviously staring at Hong Yuan's exposed rough muscles.

This is strength, a real man should have a thick waist and round shoulders, full of strength!

"Brother Ye Zi has such a big fist, just like a sandbag."

"If he was the same age as me, he would definitely be able to join the Huishan Boxing Martial Arts Gym, be accepted as a secret disciple by old man Zheng, and maybe even pay him back money!"

Zhang Yinghe was full of admiration.

The Huishanquan Martial Arts Gym is the most powerful force these Sanlifang children have come into contact with.

The Qinglu Taoist Temple and Fengxi Sect are too far away for them.

Zhang Yinghe once saw the old man Zheng split the rock with his own eyes, splitting it in two, which shocked the outer city.

"Old man Zheng is a third-tier martial artist. If Brother Ye Zi is accepted, he will soar into the sky and become a martial artist!"

Zhang Yinghe clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were blazing, and he was extremely excited.

Falling into inexplicable excitement, he even selectively forgot Hong Yuan's call.

Looking at Zhang Yinghe who was convulsing inexplicably below, the corners of Hong Yuan's mouth twitched slightly, and secretly said:

"Could it be that this child is isolated by other teenagers because his sister went to seek a living in a dusty place? Come on, troublesome teenagers are very troublesome..."

Hong Yuan shouted a few more times, and Zhang Yinghe, who came back to his senses, trembled as if being electrocuted, then trotted quickly, and hurriedly placed the mud tiles on the dustpan.

Facing such a troubled boy, Hong Yuan could only raise some points in a gentle voice, and patiently put up tiles and repaired Zhang Yinghe's house.

That's right, in addition to being a laborer, Hong Yuan also acted as a half mason!

Not only that, for the past month, Hong Yuan has used the name of earning money to marry a wife, and has been involved in various industries in the outer city of Pengcheng. He even used his cooking skills to serve as the chef for a certain family to handle red affairs!

Therefore, although Hong Yuan did not know the specific whereabouts of the other Qinglu Taoist disciples, he clearly caught the trace of Zhang Chenye, a guy who was not sure enough.

Just in order to lure Zhang Baicun and others out of the inner city, Hong Yuan has been carefully maintaining the identity of 'Niu Yezi'.

"Phew, it's done. Zhang Yinghe is a young man, so I don't think he will pay for the time like others. I don't need to procrastinate." Hong Yuan thought.

After clapping his hands, Hong Yuan walked down the wooden ladder.

At this time, it was less than half an hour before he went up to work, and the work can be regarded as very neat.

"Brother Ye Zi, are you ready?" Zhang Yinghe brought a gourd full of rough tea and handed it to Hong Yuan.

Hong Yuan unplugged the gourd and poured astringent tea into his mouth.

Gulu, Gulu~

With a natural expression and a calm demeanor, he is almost the same as those masons who have finished their work.

"Of course, I'll take the shot, don't worry, if you have any questions, come to me again."

Hong Yuan removed the gourd and said proudly, extremely confident in his craft.

The young Zhang Yinghe was convinced, he took money out of his cuff, took out the agreed salary and handed it to Hong Yuan.

Looking at Hong Yuan's leaving figure, Zhang Yinghe's eyes were full of longing.

One day, like Hong Yuan, he will earn money with his own hands, support his sister, and support the family!

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"Brother Leaf."

Wearing a veil, Zhang Yingyu, a beautiful woman with bright eyes and fair complexion, greeted Hong Yuan.

Zhang Yingyu has a slender figure, wearing a plain white dress, the skirt only reaches the middle of the thigh, revealing her fair skin, full of charm.

Beside her, old laborer Zhang Xiaohua stood silently, protecting her safety.

"Miss Rong Yu." Hong Yuan nodded and replied.

Looking at the veteran worker Zhang Xiaohua, Hong Yuan found the loneliness in the old worker's eyes.

As an elder, but unable to protect his nephew and niece, it is indeed a bit sad for a responsible man.

The situation of old laborers Zhang Xiaohua and Zhang Yingyu inevitably made Hong Yuan think of him and Xiaoyue'er...

Hong Yuan sighed softly in his heart, and left immediately without saying anything.

Today's weather is gloomy.

Not long after Hong Yuan left, the sky began to rain lightly.

Rainwater dripped down the eaves and hit the masonry tiles.

In the Powa cold kiln, Zhang Yinghe nervously looked at the corner of the house that Hong Yuan had repaired.

Tick ​​tock... The mud tiles made a crisp sound.

After a while, Zhang Yinghe let out a long sigh of relief and patted his chest: "Brother Ye Zi is really a solid person, no wonder Uncle Hua is full of praise for him."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Sitting on the stool, Zhang Yinghe immediately took out lime powder from his pocket and held it in his right hand.

While asking visitors, he was about to throw lime powder.

"who!?"

"Yinghe, it's me..."

Hearing her sister Zhang Yingyu's voice, Zhang Yinghe hurriedly put the lime powder back on the paper and opened the door.

By the wall under the eaves, Zhang Yinghe and Zhang Yingyu were standing.

"Yinghe, my sister is rich. You can go back to the Shanquan Martial Arts Hall to practice martial arts, and you have a chance to become a martial artist!" Zhang Yingyu's voice is soft and clean like mountain spring water.

Looking at the money in her sister's hand, Zhang Yinghe was silent for a long time.

The dignity of a man made it difficult for him to accept his sister's hard-working money and throw it into the unattainable dream of a warrior.

Just when he was about to refuse, he recalled Hong Yuan who was diligent and down-to-earth during this period.

In particular, he recalled Hong Yuan's thick thigh-like arms, and his back, which was as thick as a mountain, as if it could support a house.

Slowly, the light in Zhang Yinghe's eyes gradually brightened, and an ambition was set in his heart.

Under Zhang Yingyu's nervous gaze, Zhang Yinghe nodded heavily, "Sister, I will definitely rise to the top as soon as possible, so that you can get out of the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible."

Hearing that her younger brother began to understand herself, Zhang Yingyu's eyes fogged up again, and tears welled up.

She hugged her younger brother Zhang Yinghe tightly, tears streaming down her face, and wept silently.

"Father, mother, have you seen that Yinghe has grown up, woo woo..."

The rain outside the eaves dissipated, and the rainbow slowly rose into the sky, adding a bit of warmth to the dark and narrow Sanlifang.

In the alleys of cyan mixed with black and gray, Hong Yuan, who put on the vest of 'Li Jianhe', walked quickly and went straight to Lichun Courtyard.

Because that Zhang Chenye will go to Lichun Courtyard to have fun again at dusk.

Tianhe Sword, can't wait!

"Buzz~"