"Phew. "The seven or eight elite horsemen who had just reached the top of the sunny slope invariably reined in their galloping horses and stared at the township fort in the distance, Gaojiabao.

"Back home. "Everyone's face is a mixture of sincere joy and homesickness. The sea of swords and fire is already in the distance, and the peace and warmth of home have been lost for a long time. Dear relatives, are you all right? I'm back.

Riding on the horse was none other than Gao Yuanfeng and his secret guards who were fast horses and whipped back, over the mountains and mountains.

Gao Yuanfeng roared, "I'm back, drive." "Urge the horse to rush down the dirt slope and run to Gaojiabao.

"I'm back. I'm home. Wow~. Gao Sijiu and the others shook their whips and shouted, following closely behind Gao Yuanfeng.

Gaojiabao, named Wubao, is actually a city with high walls and thick walls, like a strong city.

During the years of the beacon fire, the residents mostly built dock forts to resist the endless stragglers and bandits.

Gaojiabao was originally Gaojiazhuang, named after the majority of the villagers surnamed Gao, and it is the most magnificent and solid fortress in ten towns and eight miles. In the more than ten years since the fort was built, it has never been breached.

However, no matter how strong and tall it is, Gaojiabao is still just a township fort in a poor rural area. If you zoom in a little bit on the map, beyond Haiyang County, Gaojiabao is not well known. Who knows, in the whole Yanbei, there is a small reputation for the big wind thief, the big shopkeeper of the Changfeng Commercial Bank, and the head of the Dingfeng Dart Bureau, and he actually lives in this remote place.

The slower the horse runs, the slower it gets, and the closer it gets, the slower it gets. Not long after, Gao Yuanfeng turned over and dismounted, leading the horse to slowly appear at the castle gate.

"The young master is back. "Hello young master. It's about the general relationship.

"The young master has had a good time on this trip. "It's okay to think you're in a relationship.

"Young master, you're dressed too thinly, don't get cold. "It's genuinely caring.

"Young master is fine. You're getting handsome. "These are big girls and little daughters-in-law.

"Young master, I'm eighteen this year. It's time to take care of yourself. "It's a matter of love and hatred.

The simple villagers greeted Gao Yuanfeng warmly. In the impression of the villagers, this young man in Gaojiabao is very idle and does not do his job. Every year after spring, I take a group of people to go out to play in the mountains and rivers, and the beautiful name is called a study tour, until the return before the New Year's Festival.

Fortunately, although the young master does not seek advancement, he never harms the township. He is also polite, kind and humble, and handsome, so he is deeply loved by the burgers.

There are also those who are anxious for the young master. The lord of the castle has no children, only this only grandson. In a world where martial arts are respected, there is no amazing art industry, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to inherit the position of the old castle master.

There are elders who think that their skills are acceptable, and they can't wait to instill their skills into their favorite young master. Because if the young master succeeds to the castle lord, internally, with his kind temperament, he will continue the old castle lord's township rules of benefiting the villagers, and externally, a leader who is enough to deter Xiaoxiao will make the people who huddle together for warmth have more security.

"Brother Lei is good. "Uncle Li is busy. "Grandma Wang, slow down. "Hehe, okay. You're good too. Sister Li is getting younger and younger. ”······

Gao Yuanfeng smiled and responded to the intimacy of the neighbors.

While greeting the simple burghers, he walked forward. Gao Yuanfeng didn't go home directly, but threw the reins to Gao Sijiu and let them take care of themselves, while he took a detour through the back street and walked into a dilapidated blacksmith shop at the end of the street.

As soon as he entered the blacksmith shop, his gentle demeanor immediately became evil. Looking east and west, I didn't find anyone. turned around and closed the door of the shop, and quickly got into the inner room, "Old ghost, have you breathed? ”

An old voice came from the ground, "Pretend, why don't you continue to pretend?" Black belly, black lungs, black heart and liver, black to the top of the hair, but also pretending to be a decent gentleman. No wonder I don't have rats in my house, it turns out that you are disgusted to death. ”

Gao Yuanfeng didn't care, "Hehe, sir, this varies from person to person." Seeing people is people, and seeing ghosts is ghosts. Your lack of rats has nothing to do with me, I should have been poisoned by your rotten tongue. "Walk to the side of the iron pier, hold the iron pier and exert force, and twist it 90 degrees. Quack, rattle, a swarthy hole appeared in the corner of the house.

Gao Yuanfeng jumped down and entered an underground chamber known only to the two of them.

The basement is very large, two zhang high, ten zhang square. The roof, walls, and underground of the chamber appear to be ordinary dirt, but they are unusually strong. With the huge force of Gao Yuanfeng, which is currently not less than a thousand catties, he can't pick up the hammer, and he can't smash a shallow mark on the ground.

Where did this mysterious basement come from, and why the entire Gaojiabao people never knew. The weird Gao Yuanfeng in it is not unexpected, but he has been guarding this secret for the old ghost, and he hasn't even told his grandfather. Because he subconsciously believed that the white-haired rickety old man in the basement had no ill will towards Gao Jiabao and himself.

There are not many furnishings in the basement, a workbench, a large iron pier, a quenching pool, a smokeless stove, and a few large and small hammers. Gao Yuanfeng still doesn't know what is burning in the furnace, but the temperature is extremely high but there is no smoke and dust. These things only occupy less than a quarter of the area of the basement, and the other three-quarters of the open space, hehe, it is the place where Gao Yuanfeng has been constantly sent to the door for ten years.

Next to the workbench, Gao Yuanfeng knew that there was a dark room on the wall. It was kind of a storage room, with some materials, embryos, and well-made weapons for the old guy.

The old man's surname is Ye, and he has no children and no daughters. More than a decade ago, the tide of refugees fleeing the war came in waves. Later, when the war ended, the refugees returned home. The old man said that he was worried that he would die on the road, so he stayed in Gaojiabao. A thatched hut was built at the end of the back street and a blacksmith shop was opened to make a living.

Gaojiabao is not large, with a population of more than 1,000, so the daily demand for iron tools is not much. There was already a blacksmith shop run by a local resident on the main street, and seeing the old man on the verge of death, there were very few people looking for him to make ironware. The standard swords and guns of the villagers in the fort are even more unlikely to have his share, so the business is bleak.

In addition, this person is indifferent, and his overtures to his neighbors are always a look of ignorance of good people's hearts, which makes him seem to live outside time and space in Gaojiabao, and people turn a blind eye. Fortunately, Fort took the initiative to use public property to help the poor and widows from time to time, which made the old man survive for a long time.

Gao Yuanfeng's fate with the old man originated when he was eight years old, and he accidentally walked into the old man's blacksmith shop.

Ten years ago, Gao Yuanfeng, although he was only eight years old, had already reached the third order of a martial artist, and he was only one step away from stepping into the Qi Refining Realm in the marrow cutting stage of the Forging Body Realm. Although his grandfather did not allow him to publicize it to the outside world, he was a young man and couldn't hide his conceit.

Miraculously, the old man, who was silent to his neighbors, kept sneering at the young man who watched him build a small sleeve crossbow arrow with a curious face. What a playboy, stubborn, what is extraordinary, what is ruined, what is dull, what is a dull talent, what is a poor understanding, and he is embarrassed to call himself a genius, if I am killed by a head. And so on and so forth. Doing everything he can to bring the dead back to life.

Not to mention a doll's house, even an ordinary adult can't stand the old man's mean mouth, and finally annoys the little guy with strict tutoring. The verbal fight is not an opponent, and in a hurry, he directly waved his small fist, wanting to teach this old thing with a poisonous tongue like a knife and not cultivating morality.

The old man flashed lightly, and said disdainfully: "Come, come, I'll take you to a secret place to fight, so as not to be beaten to the ground, lose the face of your pseudo-genius, or be seen by outsiders and blame the old man for bullying a milk baby." Do you dare?"

The three words of the milk baby angered Gao Yuanfeng even more, so he was 'lured' into this underground secret room by the old man for the first time. As a result, there was an accident with Gao Yuanfeng, and this old guy who fell down as soon as the wind blew beat him to death, and finally fainted in pain. Even after fainting, he still felt that the old guy's hand was still beating fiercely on him.

I woke up and got up. clenched his small fists and glared at the old man with round eyes. Try your best to put on a 'fierce' appearance that is not afraid of heaven and earth. But I was still a little scared, and I didn't dare to pounce on it again. Writhing the muscles and bones, secretly strange, not painful or itchy. Not only did he not feel hurt at all, but he was all comfortable.

The stomach rumbling at an inopportune time destroyed the "tiger might" that Gao Yuanfeng was strong with.

The old man squinted, "Little waste, I'm afraid." Do you dare to drink that bowl of mush and fight again. ”

"You are a waste, an old waste, and the master is not afraid of you. Drink it. Pick up the bowl of black paste on the workbench and snort and drink it. He was so hungry that the old man didn't stare at him, and couldn't help but lick the bowl clean.

"It was the master who didn't exert his strength just now. Come again, see how I fix you. ”

So tragically fainted again.

The second time I woke up, already on the ground. The carp straightened and jumped up. When I moved my limbs, there was no discomfort in my whole body, and the pain just now was like a dream.

Gao Yuanfeng still wants to fight, he has been stubborn since he was a child, and he will never give up if he does not achieve his wishes and achieve perfection for what he is interested in or must do. And what must be done at this time is to knock down the old waste. He didn't believe he couldn't beat the old man.

The old man waved his hand, "Get out." I know that I can't beat it, but I still fight, isn't that stupid, what is it? Go and cry for the adults in the family. ”

"Phew, the master is not a wreck who went home to sue after being beaten. ”

"Really, don't tell your eunuchs and reckless men if you have the ability. ”

The two titles of eunuch and reckless man completely angered the little genius, which was an insult to his two grandfathers, "Old bastard, I said that if I don't sue, I won't sue." I'm going to blow your foul mouth with my own hands. ”

"Really, you kind of waste material, practice for ten or eight years. Hehe, it wasn't certain that I didn't die of old age at that time. ”

The little guy doesn't believe that his kung fu is much worse than the old thing, "Ambition is not old." You wait, or ten or eight years. I'm sure I'll knock out your mouth full of rotten teeth before you raise your corpse. He rushed out of the blacksmith shop and went home to practice.

In the following ten years, as long as Gao Yuanfeng did not go far away, he would send it to the door from time to time to find abuse. From verbal fights to fists and kicks, every time and every time, there is always a little bit of defeat of the old thing. Fighting and fighting, in the end, they all fainted in pain without exception. Then I woke up and drank the bowl of black paste because I was so hungry. Once again, I secretly swore that the next time I would fight the old guy and not find the north.

As he grew older and his experience richer, Gao Yuanfeng slowly woke up to the fact that this mysterious old man with unpredictable skills was selflessly helping him cultivate. Even the harmonious coexistence of the two incompatible internal forces in one's own body may be the credit of the old ghost. That bowl of black paste was not an ordinary sesame paste or anything like that, but a panacea that helped with cultivation. Although he has always been-for-tat verbally, in his heart, he has raised the old ghost to the same height as his dear grandfather.

At this time, the old man was squinting a pair of cloudy old eyes, carving something on a sword embryo. The long, drooping eyebrows almost covered the eyes. His hair was unkempt and his clothes were sloppy.

Gao Yuanfeng put the two steamed buns he bought from the street in the old man's hand, "Come on, hurry up." You have to go home after repairing it. This time I will definitely pull out your poisonous tongue. ”

I feel that my skills have reached the critical point of promotion, and I am about to become a Dan and reach the peak of martial arts, but he doesn't believe that he has not fought back this time. I don't want to do more, but I will be satisfied when I touch the old guy's body once.