The White Moonlight of Transmigration is back

Chapter 90
Aunt Zhang glared at her jumping son, threw a newly made small basket out of the window, and scolded:
"Hurry up and pack it up? Take this pickled thing, don't dirty the master's eyes."

Mangzhong chuckled, first pulled out the arrow and returned it to his father, then put the dead snake in the basket and handed it over, then said to his mother with a playful smile:
"Mother, don't use the embroidery needle as a mallet to make a big fuss. The master is well-versed and knowledgeable. He can save Mr. Chen by himself, so why would he be afraid of a small worm. Isn't it master?"

Gu Tu picked out a few herbs that can be used as a medicinal diet to remove the fishy smell and replenish qi and blood, and smiled faintly when he heard this:
"I don't need to talk about these things in the future, so as not to cause trouble."

Mangzhong's eyeballs rolled around, and he answered wittily:

"What the master said is that we haven't met Mr. Chen, so we will escort you all the way back to Beijing."

Gu Tu was noncommittal.The Zhang family still has this insight, otherwise she would not have accepted their family.

Aunt Zhang looked at the calm and majestic little master, and compared it to her tall, silly boy, and couldn't help but want to sigh.

"Just sit back and relax, you're not doing anything right."

Uncle Zhang said coldly and in a loud voice:
"Follow the horse. I'm in a hurry today. You haven't practiced in the morning. Make up."

Mang Zhong howled, wanting to play tricks, Uncle Zhang flicked his empty whip and yelled at the driver, the carriage sped up and galloped through the peaceful mountains and forests.

Mang Zhong chased after miserably, yelling miserably, but actually followed easily, which shows that he has a solid foundation since childhood.

The carriage was bumpy and it was inconvenient to do things. Gu Tu simply gathered the herbs and put them in the back basket, and jumped off the carriage to exercise his body.

Aunt Zhang peeped out the car window, smiled and shouted:
"Watch the master. If the master gets tired from running, you can carry him on his back."

Mang Zhong agreed with a frown, but slowed down his pace and stayed with Gu Tu, whispering to her how to run with luck.

Gu Tu listened carefully, strictly controlled breathing, and ran step by step at a constant speed.

Her body has been starved all year round, and her foundation is very weak; after half a month of recuperation, she has improved a bit, so she wants to practice hard, and she doesn't want to let go of the kung fu on horseback.

The world is not peaceful, it is better to ask yourself than to ask others.In a critical moment, being able to drive a horse to fend off the enemy is far better than being able to ride a horse and wait for others to lead them away.

This run lasted for half an hour, and the sun gradually became hotter.

Mangzhong was sweating all over, and gave a thumbs up to Gu Tu, who was standing still, with a look of admiration on his face:
"Master is really awesome! I originally thought you would be tired after running for a quarter of an hour. Several times I heard your breathing sound like a bellows. I was afraid you would fall to the ground. I didn't expect you to run down. I admire you!"

Gu Tu worked hard to adjust his breathing, and after going through a few hurdles where his energy was exhausted, his body ran away, but became more brisk.

"Nothing is difficult in the world, hoo! I'm just afraid of those who are willing. Wow!"

She didn't speak loudly so as not to waste her energy, and she didn't care much about the boy's compliments.

It's just a few steps.As long as she doesn't die, she can keep running, and that's fine.

The mangzhong boy's heart was aroused by his master, and he ran along for a whole morning without any hesitation. When he caught up with the carriage, his legs were so tired that his legs didn't look like his own.

"Get up and stretch your muscles, or you will suffer tomorrow."

Uncle Zhang unceremoniously pulled his son's arms and legs, stretched his muscles and lowered his waist, making the half-grown boy howl.

Gu Tu declined Aunt Zhang's offer to knead and massage her. She did a set of weird stretching movements, drank the herbal tea she prepared, took a break from sweating, went to a mountain stream to take a shower away from people, and came back with a good appetite. After a meal, he got into the carriage comfortably and took a nap.

If this is the case, there is nothing wrong with rushing for a few days.

As we were about to arrive at Zhuangzi on the outskirts of Beijing, we suddenly heard that there was a plague around Shuntian Prefecture!
(End of this chapter)