Fang Ji had insomnia last night.

It's not because the old ghost didn't blow the flute, on the contrary, it was because the old ghost didn't blow that he couldn't sleep.

I'm probably used to this noise, but I'm not used to hearing it?

Maybe it's just that I can't sleep because I can't hear this sound for a long time later.

Upset.

After eating the white porridge and salted radish boiled by the old ghost early in the morning, he practiced as usual, and then carried water and chopped wood, and by the way, he used a homemade wooden dart to kill the rabbit that was sent to the door like a heat stroke.

Such a cute bunny, it must be very fragrant when roasted.

Everything looks normal.

It's just that Fang Ji didn't say a word today, even when he was cooking lunch with a fire, in the past, he would have talked eloquently, like an old ghost praising his cooking skills.

"Halberd."

"Halberd." Seeing that Fang Ji didn't respond, the old ghost called again.

"I can't even say it, whoever loves to be the son-in-law of the Zhao family!" Fang Ji has lived with the old ghost for so many years, and it is the first time he is so angry.

In fact, it's not the Zhao family's problem, if nothing else, Fang Ji knows that if he leaves here, the old ghost will still stay here alone.

Fang Ji didn't say anything about the old ghost going with him, because he knew the old ghost, and he would definitely stay in this Peach Blossom Valley.

"Three years, you marry Zhao Wan for three years, and when the time comes, you will go or stay, whatever you want."

Fang Ji didn't say anything after hearing this, only ate lunch, and then cleaned up the dishes and washed the dishes.

"I'll go." After Fang Ji finished speaking, he felt like he was scolding people.

"Add one more, she doesn't agree, and I will leave immediately."

Fang Ji was a little helpless, who let the old ghost be his dearest person. Fang Ji knew that the old ghost must have something to do with the Zhao family, and something must have happened before.

The right is to understand the past of the old ghost, let's take a walk.

The old ghost said that he would marry Zhao Wujian for three years, so he knew that the time had to be counted from the wedding.

He doesn't like to force people, so whether to go or stay after three years, not only to see him, but also to see Zhao Wujian. If one of the two sides wants to leave, then they will leave.

To be honest, he has been in love in his previous life, but he has never experienced love, so he can't guarantee what will happen in three years.

What's more, he now expected that Zhao Wujian was a Tiger tank, so he felt in his heart that he would definitely give it a letter of resignation immediately after three years.

The old scumbag in the mouth of the female boxer.

"Halberd, go to the river after washing the dishes and chopsticks."

"Mysterious and mysterious ......" Fang Ji muttered, put away the dishes and chopsticks, solemnly put his bowl away, and then walked lightly like a dragonfly to the water, stepping on the tip of the tree and descending to the river.

The old ghost said that his light skills have reached the top, although the practice of lazy martial arts is not very good, but if he can't beat and chooses to escape, there are only a handful of people in the world who can catch up with him.

Fang Ji understood that he often traveled back and forth to Zhangjia Town, and this light skill was naturally not practiced in vain.

After a while, Fang Ji saw the old ghost come to the river with two wrapped things.

One is in the shape of a long stick, and the other is strangely shaped, but I can't tell what it is.

"You've been practicing with a broom for so long, and now is the time." The old ghost raised his hand, ripped the cloth off the object, and threw both objects into the air.

"That's ......" What Fang Ji saw was a long stick with a special pattern, and the other was clearly a halberd head!

The old ghost took the long stick in the air and stabbed it forward, the long stick and the halberd head were combined, and it was clearly the Fang Tian painting halberd!

The old ghost immediately threw Fang Tian's halberd to him, and when he took over the weapon in his hand, Fang Tian waved it a few times, and then played it according to his previous practice.

It's still the same things that the old ghost teaches: aid, hu, inside, and enamel.

The method of "aid" can be rushed and shoveled, can be cut back, can be stabbed horizontally, split stabbed, and slanted.

The method of "Hu" can be cut horizontally and cut off.

The method of "inside" can be reversed, can be flattened, can be nailed to the wall, can be turned over the thorn.

The method of "enamelment" can be picked and slashed.

The so-called word Fangtian is as bleak as the clouds, the dragon fights in the wild, the stars catch the moon, and the white rainbow runs through the sun!

Fang Ji now feels like that Lu Fengxian, like that Xue Rengui, with a Fang Tian painting halberd, fighting in the south and in the north, he has never been invincible.

"There is a mechanism on the handle, and the halberd can be removed, which can be of great use when it is critical."

Fang Halberd had just finished loading a wave, and he almost didn't flash his waist when he heard the old ghost's words, this old ghost didn't know what it meant to say halberd......

Of course, the halberd also knows the usefulness of this mechanism, when the halberd head is pinned down by someone else's weapon, this mechanism can be withdrawn, and then turned into a stick to give people a stick.

It's too yin, but I like it.

"Xiao Halberd, remember, the martial artists in the world are divided into nine grades, one is the strongest, and the upper is the realm of the great martial arts, which is the grandmaster."

It was the first time Fang Ji had heard the old ghost talk to him about this.

"Then what kind of martial arts are I?"

"Second grade, but you lack actual combat, if you really encounter the second grade, it is very likely that you will not be able to win."

Second product?! Is Lao Tzu really so powerful? Fang Ji couldn't help but be suspicious.

But Fang Ji knew that the old ghost would not deceive people, since the old ghost said that the second grade is the second grade.

"That ghost uncle, are you a grandmaster?!"

The old ghost didn't know anything about modesty, so he nodded.

"Then this grandmaster, how many are there in this world?"

"I don't know, but forty years ago, there were three more people I heard."

Good fellow, this old ghost is really at the top of the pyramid......

Fang Ji remembered that the old ghost said that his talent was only second-rate, and now it seemed that by the standards of the old ghost, this sentence should be a great praise......

"There is also this world, people's hearts are sinister, don't trust people easily."

Fang Ji was a little weird when he heard the old ghost's words, after all, he lived by the word "cheat" in his previous life......

"However, in case of injustice, we must also help."

"I know that with great power comes great responsibility." Fang Ji felt that the old ghost at this time was like a nagging old father.

"I'm glad you think so."

Fang Ji saw the old ghost smile for the first time, although it was only a light smile, but it also surprised him.

"So, pack your bags and go."

As soon as the old ghost finished speaking, he saw Fang Ji hugging him and didn't let go for a long time.

"Halberd...... Good boy ......"

……

"Perfume samples, alabaster, soap, toothbrush powder, home-brewed liquor......"

Fang Ji sorted out his belongings and put it in the homemade travel bag.

It was made of leather left by an unlucky tiger who had encountered a halberd, there was no zipper, and the halberd was made of pinhole buckles, and a few more independent bags were sewn with a few pieces of sheepskin inside.

The bottles and cans of the halberd are all in small bottles, and the clothes can be placed.

However, the halberd head of this Fang Tian Painting Halberd can only be wrapped separately. As for the halberd...... Bah...... It's a stick, and even if you take it in your hand, it's not obtrusive.

When everything is ready, then it's really time to leave......

Fang Ji was really a little reluctant to be here.

This is my hometown in this life, not very pretty, but at least, it is no longer alone......

Fang Ji knew the old ghost, and he would not come to see him off at this time, but would only watch him go away, just like when he left home for the first time to go to Zhangjiazhen......

Finally, waving goodbye to Peach Blossom Valley, Fang Ji decided not to look back,

At this time, I want to sing a song, the old dean's favorite song in the past......

Thousands of rivers and mountains

Fear of wind and rain

Heroic and thunderous

Drink the frost cup and snow cup

……