Just when Li Yitian was sleeping deeply in the guest room, Angkor was sitting on the eaves of the courtyard, with a wine jug and two wine glasses beside him, and the man with many stories looked up at the moon, muttering in a small voice.

I don't know how long later, there was a sound of clothes breaking through the wind, and white hair flew in the mercury-like moonlight.

The white-haired Sikong Wufeng stuck into the roof like a javelin, and a pair of eagle eyes squinted at the latter, he looked at Angkor and asked, "What are you doing in my villa?"

Angkor poured him a glass of wine, not a rare wine brewed in the villa, but a common "willow leaf green" on the side of the road in Qinjing, which is not expensive, and the local wine of twenty Wen and one jar is also a woman's favorite: "Sikong Lao'er, you and I are acquaintances, sometimes ignore, can't I come to you to take a look?"

Sikong Wufeng sat down straight, raised his hand to ring the wine glass around his fingertips and turned it gently, the rippling wine shattered a bright moon in the world, he looked at it for a long time, tilted his neck and drank the wine that didn't taste very good, looked at the empty wine glass, and sighed.

He looked at Angkor, and his tone was as gloomy as a dead wood in late autumn: "It's been a long time, Wu regret, to be honest, if I can, I don't want to see you again." ”

Angkor smiled: "I am still young, but you are getting older and older, and in another twenty years, maybe it will be the separation of yin and yang, and there will be one less person in this world who remembers her." ”

Sikong Wufeng's face was expressionless: "She's gone, why should I be younger?"

Angkor shook his head, no longer continuing the topic, but reached into his bosom and took out a roll of tattered cowhides.

This cowhide is painted with a bunch of disorganized human figures, as if the author recorded the exercises, just in a state of drunkenness, although a move and a style are clumsy and mighty, but there is no connection between the moves of the delicate at all, the nomination is forceful, five bright red as blood of the strong big characters "start to shake Kunlun".

Angkor took a sip of wine, handed the cowhide to Sikong Wufeng and said: "I look good at this boxing technique, I want to teach it to my young master, you are an expert, see if it is suitable?"

Sikong Wufeng took the cowhide scroll and browsed carefully, a glimmer of brilliance flashed in his dry eyes, the empty right hand was subtle and drawn, and the subtle movements did not even disturb the wind at all, but Wu Cheng heard a faint thunderous sound in his ears.

"This boxing method is top-notch, domineering, and there are no requirements for qualifications, what I ask for is 48,000 zhang of rooftop, and I step by step. It's just that this boxing method is best practiced from a young age, so as to practice a body that can best exert the power of boxing. Your family and the young master, the skeleton is just beginning, and the muscles and veins have been determined, but it is difficult to practice the boxing technique to the fullest. ”

Angkor smiled in his eyes, and said in his heart that my young master's state of mind is not the same as before, and he doesn't care so much about these things for a long time.

Whether he can practice boxing to Dacheng doesn't seem to make any difference to him now, right?

Angkor got up, straightened his clothes and said, "Then during this period of time when the rain falls on the lake, I would like to ask you to teach my young master." ”

Sikong Wufeng suddenly said, "You stole this martial art from the Chiyou Sect, right? The style is very similar to the rest of the martial arts we have captured." ”

Angkor laughed and said, "Clever." With a leap, the person has disappeared in the same place.

Sikong Wufeng was holding the ancient scroll, and the old man who had wrinkles in the corners of his eyes finally had a slight smile on his face at this moment.

Back then, the red clothes were still there, and the heroes of the thieves were wanton together, with golden cups of spirits and fresh clothes and angry horses.

On the second day, Li Yitian got up in the morning and washed and dined under the service of Miss Qingluo.

After eating and drinking, Li Yitian suddenly became worried, he really didn't know what he should do.

The Sikong brothers and sisters have all practiced, and it doesn't seem to be interesting to go to the lake alone.

Although he also wanted to take Mo Lin to the lake to play, he didn't know how to get along with Mo Lin since he wrote that poem in the lake, huh...... It's definitely not because I'm used to being single......

At least he can't tease her as a playboy as he used to be.

It's not so much that Li Yitian doesn't know how to get along with her, it's better to say that Li Yitian now subconsciously wants to avoid her.

Then Li Yitian felt that the egg hurt, could it be that after going out for two months, he would be an otaku in someone else's house?

Fortunately, it didn't make him sad for long, and Angkor came to the door with the old lady Sikong.

Li Yitian was helpless to his predecessors, but he complained in his heart, everything in this ancient world is good, but there are too many etiquettes, which makes people feel haggard.

At the same time as Li Yitian got up, Sikong Wufeng was also looking at him.

Without waiting for him to agree, Sikong Wufeng pulled his arm and pulled his legs, pinched the muscles and bones all over his body a few times, and then nodded imperceptibly.

Sikong Wufeng opened his mouth and asked Li Yitian to kneel: "Boy, it tastes good to be beaten by my grandson with his bare hands, right?"

was suddenly provoked by a strange old man, although he knew that there were many masters in Yuluo Villa who could poke him to death with one finger, but his heart was still a little fried.

He didn't want to get angry, but he barely wore an ugly smile on his face and said humbly: "Brother Sikong's martial arts juniors are not as good as him, and it is inevitable that he will be beaten a few times, and his face will be ugly." ”

Sikong Wufeng narrowed his eyes, and his words were like blades: "Oh? Are you really such a person who does not seek progress? Or is it that Wu Cheng, a person who bets on crooked ways from evil sects, is also unworthy dung? Do you reason with people on the rivers and lakes with those few nondescript tattered swordsmanship? Without a sword, you plan to shrink your head and become a king who can be slaughtered by others?"

Li Yitian was furious: "Old thing, shut up!"

Sikong Wufeng was unmoved, and continued to stimulate him: "It seems that he is just a waste who can only roar." But my granddaughter was blind with a pair of tricks, and she actually fell in love with your tattered embroidered pillow with a belly of straw. ”

Li Yitian couldn't bear it anymore, the long sword on his waist flicked, and his right hand had already held the hilt, but before the sword was unsheathed, he felt that a majestic mountain was pressed on the hilt, no matter how hard he tried, the frost blade never showed a trace from the scabbard.

Li Yitian shouted angrily, gave up drawing his sword, and smashed his left hand into a fist with five fingers on Sikong Seamless's face in an orderly manner.

Sikong Wufeng did not dodge or dodge, and also clenched his left hand into a fist to meet him, colliding with Li Yitian's fist squarely.

Listening to a bone sound of "click", Li Yitian's left wrist sounded a crisp bone cracking sound, and his five fingers drooped weakly.

Li Yitian gritted his teeth and swallowed a miserable howl.

Although his face twitched, and the cold sweat on his forehead was like pulp, his right hand was still clenched into a fist, and he smashed it with the same move.

Sikong Wufeng threw another punch, hitting Li Yitian's right hand in pain, and he couldn't help but let go of his clenched fist.

Then Sikong Wufeng lightly grabbed Li Yitian's right little finger and broke it down, and there was another "click", Li Yitian howled miserably, and Bai Sensen's broken bone stubble pierced the skin at the little finger of his right hand and exposed it.

Li Yitian hurriedly wanted to withdraw his right hand, but his left hand was tightly grasped by Sikong Wushuang's left hand like an iron hoop.

Then, Sikong Wufeng broke off the remaining four fingers of Li Yitian's right hand one by one extremely slowly.

Li Yitian's body curled up like a prawn, his face was sobbing in pain, and he kept twitching his right arm, trying in vain to pull his right hand back.

But no matter how hard he struggled, the demon gripped his right wrist and slowly broke off the five white and slender fingers one by one with extremely slow movements.

Sikong Wufeng took the silk handkerchief from the shocked Qingluo on the side, wiped his hands, and threw the blood-stained silk handkerchief on the ground.

Without the old lady's order, Qingluo didn't dare to treat Li Yitian's injuries without authorization, and Angkor stood aside without saying a word, not knowing what he was thinking.

So the three of them quietly watched Li Yitian rolling around on the ground, wailing.

For Li Yitian, when practicing in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, although the meridians often swelled and cracked, at that time, the masters of Angkor and Mr. Fang were all around to protect him.

Once there is any disagreement with them, he will use his own skills to help Li Yitian suppress the injury.

So Li Yitian has never experienced such a slow and long unforgettable pain.

He watched as his fingers flexed little by little, then snapped, revealing his bones.

But after all, he slowly gritted his teeth and endured it, and in front of several people, he bit the porcelain bottle that he rolled out with his teeth, and took out the "Spring Breeze Pill" given by Sikong Xiaoyue.

He forced his bite to open half of it and swallowed it, chewing the other half and smearing it on his hands.

Then he raised his arms and said to Angkor, who had been motionless all the time, "Excuse me, give me the bones." ”

Angkor didn't move, but Sikong Wufeng walked over step by step.

Seeing him, Li Yitian's arms couldn't help shrinking, his eyes shrunk and there was hatred that he couldn't hide, but the young man's stubbornness made him grit his teeth and hold on, still stubbornly stretching out his right arm.

Sikong Wufeng grabbed Li Yitian's arm with his left hand, Li Yitian looked at the old man who looked like a demon in his eyes, and subconsciously closed his eyes.

But then he forced himself to open his eyes and look at Sikong Wufeng, gritted his teeth and prepared to be tortured by him again, to see what he did to him next.

Sikong Wufeng looked at the eyes that still had tears left in the corners of his eyes, and there was anger, panic, doubt, and a bit of grievance in the black pupils that the owner was not aware of.

As a result, Li Yitian's right hand, at the moment when the two of them touched their skins, the latter's shocked body trembled, and finally endured the desire of his body to constantly withdraw his hand back, the old man did not embarrass Li Yitian anymore, and the action of treating Li Yitian's wound was very gentle.

But the words in his mouth were still as hurtful as a red-hot knife: "Yes, he hasn't begged me for mercy for so long, and he knows that he has applied medicine, and he finally looks like a man." ”

Angkor, who had not spoken all this time, finally couldn't help but sigh: "This is too much." ”

Sikong Wufeng didn't look up: "What, it's reluctant? It's too late to be reluctant now." ”

Angkor sighed and said, "I can't be ruthless, so I'll leave it to you." ”

After saying that, Angkor left.

At that moment, Li Yitian's heart couldn't help but be filled with panic, and the arm in Sikong Wufeng's palm trembled.

Sikong Wufeng looked at him, looked at the young man with a somewhat evasive gaze and said, "What's the matter, I'm afraid that I will eat you?" Don't worry, I will only teach you boxing techniques for a period of time, and everything about you after that has nothing to do with me. You just have to live through this period of time. ”

As he spoke, Sikong Wufeng took out a mud bottle from his arms, picked out some black paste from it with his fingers, and smeared it on Li Yitian's severed finger and left wrist.

Suddenly, the places where the ointment had been applied became like fire, the blood vessels wriggled like worms, and the skin turned red.

"Ah!" Li Yitian howled miserably, his body couldn't help but want to curl up, but he was forcibly held down by Sikong Wufeng.

The old man frowned: "Bear with it! If you don't want to grow a pair of crooked hands, don't be like a girl here in Lao Tzu." ”

After doing this, the old man instructed Qingluo to clean up the room, and then turned to Li Yitian and said, "Wait for me here tonight." ”

Say goodbye and leave.