Fang Lan smiled "hey", silently, thinking, "Is it so easy to ask the young master to die?" Your companion, the young master is really hard-hearted. ”

He returned the wine jug in his hand to the middle-aged man and asked, "Big brother, what is your surname?" ”

The middle-aged man smiled, "A certain family surname is Zhuo." Holding the handle of the pot with his right hand, he shook it a few times, and said in surprise: "Why is there only half a mouthful left?" Little one, you're drinking too much. ”

Fang Lan smiled: "You have to invite me to drink, but now you are a strange person, how can you be such a host?" ”

The middle-aged man's face turned red, as if he felt that Fang Lan's words were reasonable, and it was not easy to refute, so he smiled, "Count you right!" Anyway, half a bite is better than nothing. Leaning his neck and swallowing, he drank all the remaining wine in the pot, licked his tongue, and said: "There is not enough wine today, and I can't drink enough, so I will have a chance to get drunk again in the future." ”

Fang Lan nodded and agreed, "Yes!" But next time it's my turn to treat. Brother Zhuo, don't be polite to me then. ”

The middle-aged Dale said with a smile: "I have been a person since I was a child, and I don't know how to write the word 'polite'?" Brother, you know what? Do you want to teach me? ”

Fang Lan laughed, and asked with a sense of intimacy, "Brother Zhuo, how can you be interested in visiting the park in the cold and snowy?" ”

The middle-aged man said: "Aren't you also very interested?" The two of us bumped into each other in the park, and it seemed that they were the same kind of people. ”

Fang Lan smiled: "What kind of person? From the perspective of biology, we are both men, and we are indeed the same kind of people, which is not bad. ”

The middle-aged man smiled: "Little guy, don't be poor." You know I didn't mean that. The same kind of people in a certain family are all people who are not satisfied with their duties. ”

Fang Lan nodded and said, "It's good to be restless." ”

The middle-aged man was silent, and said for a while: "A certain family came here to meet a few people. ”

Fang Lan asked, "Who are they?" ”

The middle-aged man said lightly: "It's just a gangster, it's not a good thing anyway." ”

Fang Lan shook his head and smiled: "What you said is not right, there are good people among the gangsters, how can they be beaten to death with a stick." ”

The middle-aged man glanced at him and said with a smile: "You guy, do you like to quarrel with people?" Sighing, Zhengse said: "Even if you are right, there are good people among the gangsters, but they will never be the ones I want to meet." ”

Fang Lan was curious, "Listening to what you mean, it seems that the prejudice is very deep." How did the other party offend you? ”

The middle-aged man sneered, "It's nothing." It just occupied an ancestral house and a few thin rooms for my second brother, plus broke one of his right legs, causing my brother to lie in the hospital bed for half a year. He said it lightly, but his tone was solemn, and the bitterness and hatred contained it were chilling.

Fang Lan listened silently and asked, "You have a deep relationship with your second brother?" ”

The middle-aged man nodded, "From childhood to adulthood, I am the second brother who pulls it with one hand, do you say that the feelings are deep?" Even if an ordinary friend is humiliated, any man with a little blood will stand up and fight unevenly. What's more, it was my dearest flesh and blood brother who was bullied? He was filled with righteous indignation, and when he spoke of annoyance, his fists clenched, and there was a crackling sound like a giant drum beating.

Fang Lan was infected by it, his blood was boiling, and he asked, "What are you going to do with other people?" ”

The middle-aged man smiled, "You'll find out soon, because ...... The person I'm waiting for has arrived. ”

Fang Lan was stunned for a moment, stared away, and there was no figure in the pavilion. Take a breath, gather your ears, and there is a sound of footsteps fifty meters away, vague and scattered, discerning from the sound of stampede, when it is an adult man, there is no doubt that his footwork is mediocre, and his skills are also mediocre, so there is no need to worry.

Xin said: "I can't see it, Brother Zhuo's hearing is subtle, and the heat is still above me." It's strange and strange, his internal strength is obviously inferior to mine, why does his ear power overshadow Young Master Ben? I think he was born like this, as soon as he was born, his ear is stronger than ordinary people, and after acquired training, coupled with the practice of 'dragon scale golden armor', it also greatly assists his hearing, which is so outstanding. ”

smiled: "There are a total of seven people who came, two with knives, one empty-handed, three with iron rods, and one with a pistol hidden in his arms, Gao Fang 92, it's a real guy, you should be careful." ”

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and thought to himself, "It's nothing to guess the opponent's blade just by ear power, I can do it, but how can the little guy guess the type of gun?" Asked: "How do you know it's a 92 pistol?" ”

Fang Lan shrugged, "I also guessed casually and said nonsense." ”

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "Impossible." You must have a unique secret science that can distinguish the type by the weight of the pistol and the sound of the gun rubbing against clothing, yes or no? ”

Fang Lan said with a smile: "This kind of secret science may really exist, but I really haven't learned it. The reason why I guessed that it was a 92 pistol is because this kind of pistol has been quite widespread in recent years, and there are many imitations in the world, and it is the most widely circulated in the black market. ”

The middle-aged man let out an "oh" and suddenly realized, "So that's the case, I thought you had superb internal skills and unique martial arts cultivation, so I was worried in vain." ”

Fang Lan smiled, "What are you worried about?" ”

The middle-aged man said: "I'm worried that the little guy's martial arts are too high, and the gap between the two of us is too far, and we can't catch up." ”

Fang Lan laughed, "Our two efforts are only half a catty, I will make progress in the future, but you will not stop at the front, it is still a tie." Since there is no gap, why bother chasing after it? Ha ha. ”

The middle-aged man sighed: "But you are more than ten years younger than me." In the coming day, when you reach middle age and practice martial arts to the peak, I am already old. The physical decline is much faster than yours, how can it be a grade? ”

Fang Lan shook his head and said: "You are worrying about the sky, the level of martial arts achievements is only about intellectual diligence and maintenance, but it has nothing to do with age." The predecessor Zhou Botong is nearly forty or fifty years older than the junior Yang Guo, but the Western Maniac and the Middle Naughty Boy are both five uniques, and the depth of martial arts has always been indistinguishable, which you and I know very well. ”

The middle-aged man smiled: "The Western Maniac and the Middle Naughty Boy are all people in novels, can they be taken seriously?" ”

Fang Lan is serious: "Fiction originates from reality, and it may not be all fiction. For example, in light work, the master in the novel jumps a few feet, and crosses the river by treading water and treating it as if he is idle, is it all fake? You and I are both martial artists, and we should understand that martial arts are practiced to the depths, all kinds of visions are frequent, volleys leap in the air, and it is not ordinary to cross the river with a reed, so I will do it easily, which is true. ”

The middle-aged man said: "Yes! I may not be able to cross the river with a reed at the moment, but a few leaps is as simple as eating and drinking. ”