Fang Meng is a very punctual person, he got up when he said that he was good, ran around this shelter ten times, and came to Xiaopang's residence half an hour early, and dragged and dragged him, just in time for Yin, and got Xiaopang out of the bed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The little fat man was angry, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and whispered to Fang Meng: "Old Grandpa, can we eat something first?" If you don't eat in the morning, you run laps with me, I'm afraid you'll be hungry. ”

Fang Meng had a straight face, a cold and serious expression, and directly dismissed: "If you don't finish these ten laps, don't want to have breakfast." Anyway, Lao Dao has the Taoist Bigu Kung Fu in his body, and it is not a big problem to be hungry for a few days. ”

Chubby glanced at Fang Meng's head, where there seemed to be two big horns sticking out.

Now, Xiaopang only hopes that Xiaozhu, Slug, and Xiaoya can be righteous and secretly bring a few fragrant steamed buns to himself.

This refuge in Zhangjiazhai, built by the mountain, is the strongest fortress built by the sages of the past dynasties with countless painstaking efforts, the birds can not pass, the entrance is only a wooden bridge more than 100 zhang long, want to fly over out of thin air, only the legendary monk can do it.

Therefore, this shelter in Zhangjiazhai can be imagined, how big it is, and it is more than enough to accommodate thousands of people.

Xiao Fat drooped his face, and under Fang Meng's constant urging, he took the first step with difficulty.

It was a lot harder than Chubby's expectations, the mountain roads were rugged, not a flat place, and they often had to climb low rocks, pass through thorny bushes, and flow through small streams and rivers that exuded a hint of coolness.

People say that water flows to a lower place, and it stands to reason that there should be no river in such a majestic and majestic mountain.

But in fact, the last thing that nature lacks is that it is full of endless magical things.

His legs were like lead, and every step he took was sweating like rain. He dared to say with certainty that the road he had traveled in the past three or four years was definitely not as good as the ten laps he had run today.

"Hurry up, after a few rubbings, I don't want to eat lunch." Fang Meng stood with his hands in his hands, walking like flying, and his panting sound was still so steady.

Hearing this, Xiaopang ran with red eyes as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and ran the remaining two laps in one go.

Looking at the little fat who was already tired and paralyzed, Fang Meng couldn't help but shake his head, but after ten laps, he could be tired like this, like a dead pig, and he couldn't afford to fall to the ground.

"It seems that we have to slowly increase the amount of training in the future, otherwise, if one day we encounter a strong enemy and can't even run, wouldn't it be an act of death?"

Listening to Fang Meng's muttering, the two ears that Xiao Pang erected suddenly drooped, originally wanting to win Fang Meng's sympathy and pity and reduce the amount of training for himself, but now, it seems that the appearance has played a counterproductive role?

Chubby secretly wailed, like a real dead pig, lying on the ground, only the sound of heavy air intake remained.

Fang Meng, who was like a human spirit, after scaring Xiaopang for a few words, made the latter obediently walk in front of Baizhang Waterfall, took a leap, and jumped directly.

The white waterfall, living in the interior of the Savage Mountain, is like a snow knife falling from the sky, dividing the Savage Mountain into two, forming a huge concave mountain, halfway up the mountainside, in the hollow form, only carrying the power of the Han Che, flying down.

Chubby went down the river, his whole body wet with the white waterfall, and the terrifying force pressed on his chubby little body, and his bones made a slight clicking sound.

The torrent flew straight down, three thousand feet away, and smashed into the concave mountain, making a rumbling and terrifying sound.

I don't know when, Zhang Qingzheng and Fang Meng arrived at the same time in the concave mountain, in a cave that had been dug out in advance, looking down below, looking a little nervous, looking at the little fat who was affected by the flying current.

"The pressure of the Baizhang Waterfall rushing down, ordinary monks who have quenched their blood do not dare to try it easily, are you really safe to do this?" Zhang Qingzheng said with concern on his face.

"Chubby's background is very mysterious, he can live alone in the wilderness for three years, to say that there is no secret power to protect him, and he doesn't believe in killing the old way, under pressure, it will turn into infinite motivation, with the lazy character of the little fat, if there is no old way to be ruthless, squeeze the last trace of potential in his body, how can he achieve great things?" Fang Meng said with a serious expression.

Zhang Qingzheng took out the big cigarette pouch, knocked it on the smooth stone wall, put a few pieces of tobacco, brushed it with one hand, and a cluster of sparks bloomed, and then smoked it.

"Brother Meng, there is a saying since ancient times, if it is too rigid, it is easy to break, Xiaopang is still too small, and at the age of three, he should not carry too many things on his back......"

Boom!

A crystal ball of blood spread out from Xiao Fat's body, causing the flying white to turn into a blade, shooting in all directions, leaving small holes and small pits on the smooth and neat rock.

Five crystalline blood rings were clustered around Xiao Pang's body, with clear lines and a powerful aura.

Zhang Qingzheng was slightly stunned, sighed, shook his head and whispered: "Little fatty, it's not that your grandfather doesn't pity you, it's really ...... You're really undertrained. ”

Fang Meng glanced at Zhang Qingzheng with a smile and said, "Brother Qingzheng, did you see it?" In the past few months, it only broke through the quadruple, but now in just half a day, there has been a breakthrough. If you don't press him hard, with the idea that this little fat man will sleep all day long except for eating, how can he grow into a real cultivator? ”

"Chubby, you are limited to crawling back in a quarter of an hour, otherwise Lao Dao will give your breakfast to the slugs!" Fang Meng pulled his throat, shouted downward, and slowly turned back and left.

A tender wolf howl resounded through the mountain stream, and the little fat grabbed the thick long rattan hanging on the mountain, and quickly climbed up.

Chubby was grinding his teeth secretly, if the slugs really made their share, Chubby would definitely carry a machete and chase him all over the world!

When Fang Meng arrived at Zhang Qingzheng's residence, he was surprised to find that Xiaopang had arrived a long time earlier than him.

Looking at three or four, half an adult-tall rice bucket, he was eaten in the blink of an eye, and he still looked like he was gobbling up and unsatisfied, and he had to wait for a long time before he was "full".

Savage Mountain is rich in real estate, several mountains in the south, overgrown with wild ginseng, bathed in rain and dew all year round, with the fragrance of the earth, and the fragrance of grass blades, with a few blood Ganoderma lucidum, deer antler velvet, etc., boil a pot of soup, it is definitely the best delicacy in the world.

"Hiccup~~~"

Finally, when he heard Xiaopang's burping, Fang Meng walked over with a blue-skinned and white paper book.

Xiaopang glanced at Fang Meng, and suddenly screamed in pain, rolling on the ground, shouting: "I can't do it, I ate too hard just now, and my stomach is about to burst......"

"Smack!"

This kind of extremely naïve little trick, it's okay to fool fools, Fang Meng, who is old and well-aged, decisively rolled the blue and white paper book into a cylinder shape, and smashed it on the little fat forehead.

Chubby glanced at his mouth, rubbed his forehead, honestly held the book, squinted his eyes, stared intently at the writing, and sat up.

"It's the other way around."

"Huh, huh?"

Little Fat Han laughed a few times, shook his head and began to read aloud.

"Hundred Family Names", which is also one of the enlightenment readings, is called "Three Thousand Hundred" together with "Three Character Classic" and "Thousand Character Text".

Staring at the ghost-like font in front of him, Xiao Fat's eyes widened, knocking on the table with "Dong Dong", he was very unconvinced, and shouted: "Old Dao Grandpa, why is the surname Zhao ranked first among the hundred family names?" ”

"Because this "Hundred Family Names" was written by the Xiuxian royal family surnamed Zhao a long, long time ago, the Zhao royal family was the royal family respected by the whole world, and it was once extremely powerful. The whole world is theirs, and everyone is a subject of the Zhao royal family, and their surnames are naturally in the first place. The "Qian family" represents the rich, the "Sun" represents the many children and grandchildren, and the "Li" represents the peach and plum all over the world, which together means that the old Zhao family is not only rich, but also has prosperous children and grandchildren, and protégés are also all over the world. So together, it is Zhao Qian, Sun Li, and the top four surnames of the hundred families. Fang Meng paced back and forth, holding the book in one hand and holding it behind his back with the other, as if he had returned to his memory, the years of teaching and educating people.

Xiaopang frowned, and he was still unwilling to be the boss in his heart, why was this "Hundred Family Names" written by the old Zhao family, and their surnames were ranked first?

"Old Grandpa, I'm still not convinced, it's a big deal that I tore up this book and wrote a new one, the small surname is the first, the surname Zhang is the second, the surname Fang is the third, then who, the slug's nose surname is the fourth, together it is Xiao Zhang Fang's nose, how smooth, how good!" Chubby squinted his eyes and looked up to the sky and laughed, he himself felt that his own smart was about to explode.

Syllable!

Fang Meng's white eyebrows twisted, and unceremoniously shattered Xiaopang's conjecture.

"What's the mess, it's still a small square nose? When you say this, it is equivalent to offending the people with the surname Zhang all over the world. ”

Xiaopang rubbed his forehead aggrievedly, and muttered in a low voice: "Is there anything wrong with Xiao Zhang's square nose?" It's pretty easy for me to read. ”

The next course was very boring, Fang Meng was talking endlessly beside him, never giving Xiaopang a chance to interject, and even the last bit of interest was broken by Fang Meng.

Chubby is a good boy, at least that's what he thinks. It's a good virtue not to be ashamed to ask, but the devil grandpa with big horns didn't even have a chance to ask questions.

Bored in every way, the little fat swallowed a dog's tail grass and chewed it slowly, and before he knew it, more than 20 of it had been swallowed into his stomach.

Little Fat wails in his heart, the old days of eating and drinking, eating when you want, and sleeping when you want to sleep are gone, and even a few grass leaves, I eat them with relish, and I am about to become a herbivore creature.

After learning this lesson in a daze, the chubby belly also drummed on time.

Xiaoya once jokingly said that Xiaochub's belly is not hungry, but obviously hungry, otherwise, how to explain that every time it comes to dinner, his stomach can always ring?

For this reason, Xiaopang and Xiaoya had a debate that lasted for a pillar of incense, and Xiaopang, who was a little stupid, was red-faced and red-eared by Xiaoya, and finally broke off his friendship with Xiaoya.

The next day, Xiaoya used three sweet candies to quickly reach a settlement with Xiaopang, who followed Xiaoya all day long like mud legs, for the sake of the few pieces of toffee in Xiaoya's pocket......

After lunch, the little fat who wanted to sneak away and squint for a nap was decisively dragged back by Fang Meng, and began to meditate and practice like him, like an old wooden stake.

"Hmph~~~ Hmm...... Hmph~~~"

Syllable!

"Put away your saliva, dare to sleep again, and then rest for dinner!" Fang Meng's eyes didn't open, so he accurately knocked on the little fat forehead again.

Little fat bared his teeth, in the past few days, Fang Meng has definitely been able to play and practice, otherwise, he still has eyes in his ears and knows where his forehead is?

ps: The author Jun emphasized again: This is a light-hearted and funny Xianxia story novel, and the foreshadowing in the early stage may be slower, but this is all paving for the later plot.

In the mouth of the editor and the author, the so-called three chapter characters, gold fingers, cool points and other routines, in the eyes of Jiumi, there is no new idea, if it is since 13 years, has been following Jiumi's brother, you will know, whether it is the first book, or the second book, or now the third book, Jiumi is through his own ideas and efforts, in innovation!

Regardless of whether this book is pounced on or not, Jiumi also wrote out his bold and innovative ideas.

This is a new genre, Jiumi can arrogantly say: the starting point of more than ten years of Xianxia history, unique!

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