Fang Yan immediately ran after the old man's back.

The old man cherished words like gold, didn't look at Fang Yan who was following behind his buttocks, opened the wooden door, and walked towards the village.

The "Don't Enter the Tavern" is located at the very front of the village. It's a bit far from the center of the village, where the houses are clustered. Otherwise, Fang Yan wouldn't have thrown the little beast in front of him that night.

Fang Yan didn't call the little beast that was still sleeping, and hurriedly followed the old man out.

The old man didn't have the momentum of last night's strong and domineering at all. Just like an ordinary old man, his pace is slow, trembling, and he stops from time to time to look at the beautiful mountain scenery around him, not sad or happy.

Fang Yan didn't say anything about learning the art of war, he just followed silently, I will go when he goes, and I will stop when he stops. I was very curious about why such an old man would live such a life. In Fang Yan's heart, such a character should be the kind of immortal powerhouse who is powerful in all directions and has a lot of wind and clouds.

In this way, Fang Yan could walk a distance in an instant, and he followed the old man for half an hour. Fang Yan didn't have any impatience on his face, he was still silent.

When he came to the village, Fang Yan was even more curious, there was such a place in the "Poor Mountains and Bad Waters"?

Fang Yan followed behind the old man, it was already evening, and the village at this time was just like the ancient village, every household was busy cooking, and most of the houses were emitting green smoke. What's more, they take their meals and eat them on the land in front of the door.

How could such a warm and harmonious scene be so infamous as a "killing village"?

"Oh my God, have you eaten it, I just made it, how about it, let's drink two turbidity." A middle-aged man who paused on the side of the road saw the old man and quickly stood up and smiled. "This little baby is the one who screamed last night."

Fang Yan stood aside and hurriedly apologized with a wry smile.

"Go away, can you give Tianlao a drink? Tianlao, go to me, I made Baihua wine." A charming middle-aged woman ran up the road. "And this sad little brother, last night's scream, it was so charming."

Fang Yan apologized again and again, speechless in his heart, sad little brother?

"I said poisonous widow, who dares to go to your room of poison, God, go to me."

The old man glanced at the two of them expressionlessly, shook his head slightly, left nothing behind, and continued to walk forward.

Fang Yan hurriedly followed, seeing that the old man's prestige in the village was very high, as long as he saw the old man on the road, he would send out such an invitation, Fang Yan was no longer surprised. It's just that everyone seems to have heard last night's movements, and they have to talk about it. made Fang Yan keep apologizing and giving up his hand, and his hand was about to hurt.

"Each of them has at least a hundred lives on his hands." The slow-paced old man suddenly said lightly.

"Ahh Fang Yan was shocked by the sudden words, and he didn't react for a while. Just those smiling people who are no different from ordinary people?

"No, it won't, old man, it's not like it." Fang Yan's face was full of disbelief.

The old man did not speak again.

Fang Yan was shocked, if it was really what the old man said, it would be too terrifying. What kind of village is this?

"Oh, little swallow, we meet again, you see, what do I say, I'll just say that you kid is to my liking, bring me wine"?

Fang Yan's brain suddenly sweated when he heard this voice. This voice is very memorable. The dead monk in the morning insisted on calling himself Xiaoyanzi, saying that this was kind, Fang Yan didn't agree, the other party was going to use force, and finally had no choice but to compromise. Fang Yan was almost crying now, and he broke out in a cold sweat when he heard this voice.

"Haha, old man of Heavenly Court, why is your old boy here, just send wine and ask Xiaoyanzi to come alone." An old monk with a shiny head walked out of the mansion.

"Put down the master, can you not call me Little Swallow, this, you see me as a male ......." Fang Yan said with a bitter face.

"That's not good, it's kind. Kindly".

Kind to your uncle, Fang Yan was angry in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it, who knows what level of master this old monk is. A dead monk is really enough to enjoy living in such a luxurious mansion. Fang Yan said viciously in his heart.

"No wine, passing by". The old man said coldly.

The old monk immediately changed his face, "There is no door, take a detour, rabbit cub, get out of the fuck and rob the road."

There was a sudden sound of ping-pong in the door, and then a middle-aged man with a Buddhist head on his head, a hand on his left hand, a steel fork in his right hand, and an excited face hurriedly ran out.

"Whoever is who, old man, rob whose way, say quickly, I will kill it." The middle-aged man looked at the old monk and said excitedly.

"Damn, what are you doing with Lao Tzu's high monk Mao and Fa Zhan." The old monk looked at his son's appearance and said angrily.

"Didn't you say you wanted to fight, I had a good sense of security with a hat, and I had more weapons to get more momentum." The middle-aged man smiled smugly.

Fang Yan looked at the middle-aged man, and black lines flowed out of his head...... Where did this come from, this dress......

"Well, yes, it makes some sense, go on, go and rob the old man of Heavenly Court, don't let him pass." The old monk thought for a moment.

When the middle-aged man heard the old monk's words, he looked at the old man, and immediately lost all the things on his body that could threaten people. Hurriedly stepped forward and flattered, "Uncle Tianting, I don't know it's you, sin and sin, you don't exist for me, how do you want to clean up the old man, please, I didn't even see it."

"Damn, slaughter gun, Lao Tzu gave birth to you and raised you, you white-eyed wolf." The old monk was furious.

Fang Yan wanted to laugh, but held back, Lao Tzu called butcher knife, kid called butcher robbery? Haha.

"This young man is the strong man last night, I am fortunate to be happy, I have admired it for a long time, it is really a sad song that shocks the world. It's better to be famous, but it's even more famous to meet." Tu Gun saw Fang Yan standing behind the old man and smiled.

Fang Yan "......".

"Gone". The old man spoke succinctly, and then walked forward.

Fang Yan couldn't care about this superb father and son who amazed him, and hurriedly followed, for fear that he would be robbed by the old monk.

"Old man of Heavenly Court, uncle, I am in a good mood today, I will let you live with kindness, don't think that I am afraid of you, little swallow ......." Fang Yan heard the voice coming from behind, his steps quickened, and he was about to walk in front of the old man.

The old man led Fang Yan through the village and into a large mountain.

Fang Yan had already noticed this big mountain, this big mountain was extremely dazzling.

The mountain peak is extremely high, it seems to be extremely dangerous, there is a majestic waterfall from the peak straight down, more than a thousand meters, as if falling from the sky, such as the silver dragon roaring.

The two came to the bottom of the waterfall and "whoa, whoa." Water noise ear. Fang Yan was close to the waterfall for the first time in his life, and he was amazed in his heart. From the top of the thousand-meter peak, the clear water that fell like a silver pillar hit the boulder, and the sound of explosion was overwhelming, as if it was about to break through the mountain rock. The water splashes in all directions, and occasionally there will be a seven-colored rainbow in the water splash, which is very beautiful.

The old man looked at the waterfall intently, and put the Buddha in what kind of heavenly opportunity. Fang Yan also looked straight ahead, after looking at it for a long time, it was almost dark, he didn't see anything famous, the only feeling was that his eyes hurt a little......

"If you want to learn my tactics, you must first defeat this waterfall." The old man said suddenly.

"Old man, this, this waterfall can be defeated? Fang Yan's face was full of questions, but his heart was extremely excited.

"When can you cut off the waterfall without using the power of heaven and earth, just by the power of the body. I'll teach you my tactics." With that, the old man walked back.

"Old man, how is this possible, such a big waterfall, rushing down, how can it be cut off by the flesh alone." Fang Yan shouted at the old man's back in disbelief.

The old man turned around, only took one step, and his body instantly appeared under the waterfall a few meters away, and then, with his hands slightly raised, his arms were fighting, and the impact was extremely huge, and the water flow suddenly exploded, and for a while, the entire water flow went straight up, cut off up and down, and a fault appeared. Seeing Fang Yan's scream, he screamed. Was this made purely by the energy of the physical body? Fang Yan was a little skeptical. Or is there any trick?

The old man withdrew his hand, and the waterfall flowed again.

"When will you understand how to break the waterfall out of the fault, when will I teach you the art of warfare. In between, don't let me find out that you're watching me practice." The old man walked back and said coldly, "If you want to learn the art of war from me, you are not allowed to use any spiritual power during this time." The steps seemed to be slow, but one step and ten lines, as soon as the words fell, the person had already disappeared without a trace.

Fang Yan looked at the waterfall blankly. I didn't ask why I couldn't watch him practice. Fang Yan knew that the old man must have a reason for saying this, if he really didn't want to teach himself, he wouldn't have brought himself here. Maybe he just questioned his punishment.

kept replaying the fragments just now in his head, thinking about every detail of the old man, his hands were raised, his arms were shaken, and the water exploded. The body involuntarily demonstrated the old man's movements. After a long time, Fang Yan paused, shook his head and sighed. There is no comprehension. Looking at the majestic waterfall in front of me, I felt a sense of helplessness in my heart.

Thinking of the old man's domineering last night, Fang Yan's expression was firm again, and regardless of whether it was getting dark or not, he walked towards the mountain stone that had been polished for a long time and lubricated under the waterfall with a resolute face.

When Fang Yan stood on the mountain rock for the first time, he suddenly felt a little floating under his feet, and the flowing water with huge impact force hit his body, and he was unstable for a while and was hit on all fours, fell heavily on the mountain rock, and rolled into the pool.

Go ashore and continue towards the waterfall and be knocked into the pool again. In this way, Fang Yan repeated the same action again and again as if he didn't know the pain.

It was already dark. Fang Yan could finally hold on to counting the breath under the waterfall.

Without using any bloody force, he resisted with his body alone, and the water hit his head and body, crackling and painful. The cloth shoes under the feet have long been pierced, which has been pierced by excessive force under the feet.

Once again, he couldn't hold on, was ruthlessly knocked down by the current, and rolled heavily into the pool.

Climbed ashore with difficulty, lay on the shore, panting. No matter how tired and painful it is, he doesn't dare to use the slightest bloody strength. This is what the old man said, all with the power of the flesh, Fang Yan did not dare to make a mistake.

After a long time, he finally slowly recovered, and Fang Yan still wanted to continue exercising. But looking at the dark sky, I had to give up and walk towards the village very tired.