The iron door opened, but it was not Fang Tang who came in, but the short fat man who robbed Fang Tang yesterday. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When the short fat man saw Zheng Haoran, he said "Huh" and said with a smile: "You came so early!" I thought that there would be a lot of young people, but when you came, I was afraid that it was about ten o'clock, but who knew that you would arrive at eight o'clock. ”

Zheng Haoran faintly felt that the other party's words seemed to have another meaning, but as soon as he saw the person, his eyes were on fire, and he didn't taste the meaning of the other party's words, and shouted: "What a boldness, dare to come here after robbing other people's things!" As he spoke, he punched the man on the bridge of his nose.

He loves sports, and he has taught himself sanda, and the force of that punch is surprisingly large, if it hits the right, it will not beat the short fat man to the nosebleed, and even more serious, maybe he can beat the short fat man unconscious.

But before his fist reached the door of the fat man, the fat man reached forward with his right hand, grabbed his wrist, and then took a step back.

Zheng Haoran's body was taken by the short and fat man, and he immediately lost his balance, and the strength of his fist disappeared immediately. Before he could stabilize himself for a second attack, the fat man twisted his arm and pressed his body against the wall.

Zheng Haoran struggled to get out of the control of the short fat man, and the short fat man twisted his twisted arm half a circle and lifted it up two inches. Zheng Haoran only felt a huge pain spread all over his body from the joints of his arms, and beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from his forehead, and he immediately didn't dare to move again, but he was afraid that if he moved again, his arm would be twisted off by the fat man.

The short fat man smiled and said, "Boy, why did you do it with me as soon as you met?" ”

Zheng Haoran said: "You are a thief who robbed things, you let you run away yesterday, and you ran into it today, how can you not beat you up and take back the things you robbed!" ”

The short fat man said: "With your little ability, how can you beat me, and how can you take back what I robbed!" ”

Zheng Haoran said: "Don't you just rely on yourself to have a little martial arts, if you have the ability and don't need martial arts, let's fight again." ”

The short fat man smiled: "I don't use martial arts, and you are not an opponent." But now I don't have the time to play with you, and I have big things to do! He loosened the strength of his hand slightly, and suddenly felt that Zheng Haoran was about to withdraw his arm from his hand, and at the same time hit him with the elbow of his other arm. He knew in his heart that Zheng Haoran didn't want to stop, so he hurriedly tightened the loose strength again and lifted Zheng Haoran's arm up.

Zheng Haoran's restrained arm was in great pain again, and the elbow that hit the head of the short fat man suddenly couldn't hit it, and the whole person fell to the wall weakly.

The short fat man said: "Why are you endless, aren't you afraid that I will break your arm?" ”

Zheng Haoran said: "A thief like you who grabs things, the master is beaten once he sees it." You have a kind of killing me, as long as the master doesn't die, he still has to beat you, but you don't dare to rob things again in the future. ”

The fat man said, "You are hard! After a pause, he said, "It seems that Fang Daxia is not wrong." No wonder he wants to take you as an apprentice and teach you all the things you need. ”

Zheng Haoran heard him say the three words Fang Daxia, and saw that he knew that Fang Tang wanted to accept him as an apprentice, thinking of what he said as soon as he entered the door, his mind turned and said, "You are not a thief?" ”

The short fat man stretched out his hand and slapped Zheng Haoran on the head, and said, "Look at you, you look very shrewd, why did you think of this joint now." Of course I'm not a thief, but Fang Daxia's general! ”

Zheng Haoran muttered and said, "Wind General!" ”

The short fat man said: "This is the black language in the rivers and lakes, to use a fashionable saying, I am his assistant." Yesterday, it was just a scene I played with Fang Daxia, mainly to test whether you have a chivalrous spirit and are qualified to inherit his mantle. Having said this, he let go of Zheng Haoran's arm, and when Zheng Haoran turned around, he stretched out his hand and said, "Meet me, my name is He Jun." You can call me Ah Jun or you can call me Xiao He. ”

Zheng Haoran rubbed his sore arm and reached out to shake Zheng Haoran. He looked at He Jun in his forties, he was an uncle, how could he call him Ah Jun or Xiao He, and said, "Uncle He! ”

He Jun said that he was Fang Tang's assistant, but in fact, he had a very low status in front of Fang Tang, similar to a servant. Zheng Haoran will become Fang Tang's disciple, and he will be his master from now on, and calling him Ah Jun or Xiao He has given him a lot of face. But hearing Zheng Haoran call him uncle, how could he have been so respected in his life, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don't you dare to call it like that!" From now on, you will be my master, I will be your servant, you can call me Xiao He. But the heart has blossomed.

Zheng Haoran said: "What kind of master and servant, what age is this, how can there be such a title." The elder is the elder, and I will call you uncle from now on. And said: "What about Fang Daxia?" He told me to come to him today, why was he nowhere to be seen? ”

He Jun said: "Fang Daxia is already waiting for you in the house, I will go and report to you." ”

Zheng Haoran said in his heart: "I have searched all over the house, how can there be any figure, but you said that Fang Tang is waiting for me in the house, it is inexplicable!" But seeing that He Jun had already entered the hut, he had to follow him towards the house.

He Jun came to the painting hanging on the wall, bowed respectfully three times, and then said softly: "Master, Zheng Haoran has arrived, do you want to see him now?" ”

Zheng Haoran was happy and secretly said: "This He Jun won't have a problem with his brain!" If that's all right, what is he doing with a respectful gesture to a painting? Before he could finish his thoughts, he suddenly saw the person who was standing with his back to him turn around and said, "Let him in!" ”

When did Zheng Haoran ever see the person in the painting be able to move and speak, he was shocked, and before he could figure out what was going on, He Jun had already stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, and said, "Fang Daxia is invited, Zheng Shaoxia will go to meet him!" ”

Zheng Haoran opened his mouth and stammered: "How to go and meet!" ”

He Jun said: "Please start!" ”

Zheng Haoran had to raise his legs and walk forward, and when he walked in front of the painting, he would hit the wall with his head when he took another step, and then he stopped and looked back with a confused face.

He Jun said: "Please knock!" ”

Zheng Haoran muttered to himself: "Knock? What door to knock on, how can there be a door to knock here! When he looked back at the painting, he saw that the doors of the two huts above were lightly closed, and he couldn't help but say secretly: "Could it be that I am going to knock on these two doors?" ”

In the past, if someone asked Zheng Haoran to knock on the door of the house in the painting, Zheng Haoran must have thought that person was crazy, how could he play such a boring game with a madman, and he would have brushed his sleeves away. But now, since he saw He Jun's terrifying light skills and the person in the painting can speak dynamically, he does not think that He Jun is crazy and is joking with him, but believes that He Jun's words are true.

He tried, poked at the door of the room with one finger, and when his hand touched the picture, he did not touch the paper or the wall behind the painting. The finger seemed to poke into the water and disappeared into the picture.

Zheng Haoran looked back in shock and said, "What's going on?" Before he could finish speaking, he felt a powerful suction force coming from the direction of his finger. He tried to retract his hand, but the suction force was so strong that it uprooted him and sucked him into the painting.

He Jun raised his eyes and looked at the picture, and there was already a figure next to the old man, standing side by side with the old man, looking up at the dangerous mountains together.

He Jun smiled and said, "What's the matter?" In the future, there will be many things that will make you unable to close your mouth, so you can enjoy it slowly! After that, his smiling face suddenly became solemn, and he muttered: "Although the news of Fang Daxia's imminent death is secret, there is no impermeable wall in the world, and some crumbs covet the peerless martial arts of the old man, maybe they will do something to steal chickens and dogs." I have to be careful not to spoil my lord's business!" ”

He walked over to the wooden cot, pulled out a flat wooden box from underneath, sat down cross-legged in front of the painting, reached out and opened the box, and took out a sheathed knife from inside.

He Jun took out his knife and glanced at it, and said, "Old man, I haven't seen you for ten years!" "The shape of the sword is minimalist, without any superfluous decorations, it looks like a katana, but the blade is not curved like a katana, but straight as a line. If it weren't for the fact that the knife was a one-sided blade and the tip was an oblique cut, it would definitely make people mistakenly think that it was a sword rather than a knife. He casually placed the knife within reach, closed his eyes and began to recuperate.