A good bear skin will be bad if it is left for a long time. Early the next morning, the little fat man went into the city on horseback. I first found a well-known fur merchant, made bear skins, and made an appointment to pick it up, and then turned to Drinking Horse Lane.

The little fat man is getting longer and longer between learning arts. Because not only must the left and right hands be practiced, but also the two swords must be practiced together. It's a lot of time.

Mr. Gongsun is still nourishing.

The little fat man was not at dinner when he came, so in his impression, Mr. Gongsun seemed to never eat fireworks. It seems that if you nourish your qi every day, you will be full.

"Sister Lan is good."

"Why do you keep calling it wrong?"

The little fat man suddenly had a bitter face, "Sister Yan is fine." ”

"Well, have you been lazy lately?"

The little fat man hurriedly shook his head, "It's nothing." Sister Yan, look at my sword style, if you are half lazy, you are willing to be punished. ”

"Let's take a look." Gongsun Yan has a weak personality and hides needles in his cotton. On the surface, he was polite to the little fat man, but he didn't suffer at all.

"I'll teach you the last few formulas today." After the little fat man finished dancing, Gongsun Yan spoke softly.

"Done?" The little fat man was happy at first, and then his face was full of melancholy.

"The sword style stops, and the sword strikes begin." Gongsun Yan said softly: "Then you are considered to have entered the door." ”

"Understood." The little fat man has learned the basic sword style these days, and he is still far from being a real teacher.

"Remember?" Using his arm as a sword to use the last few styles, Gongsun Yan immediately asked.

"Hmm." The little fat man got started quickly, and he mastered the essentials after practicing a few times.

Looking up again, Gongsun Yan has already settled.

Secretly sighed, then changed his right hand heavy sword and waited patiently.

Sure enough, with a stick of incense, the woman woke up slowly.

"Coming?"

"Well, Sister Lan is fine." The little fat man saluted respectfully.

"Why is it a few days late?"

"The sword style passed on by my sister, the more I practice, the more exquisite I feel. It's too late. ”

"It is not easy to know the old and learn the new. You have finished learning the sword style, and in the days to come, you will learn from the past. "Gongsun Lan taught it a few times earlier, so it was passed on before Gongsun Yan.

"What to do?" The little fat man couldn't help but ask.

"Sparring." As he spoke, Gongsun Lan took out the bamboo tube from his sleeve, and with a little wrist, the nested bamboo knots stretched out one after another, turning into a bamboo sword.

"Come on." With the bamboo sword in hand, Gongsun Lan's momentum increased sharply.

There is a way to be righteous without hesitation! The little fat man took a deep breath and slashed out with a heavy sword!

Gongsun Lan's bamboo sword is a little, right in the brain.

"Ahh The little fat man screamed miserably, hugged his head and knelt on the ground.

"I am taller than you, and my arms are longer than you, and my sword is longer, and in the face of a strong enemy, you slash with great force, and you strike long. Aren't you looking for death? Gongsun Lan scolded.

"You asked me to come." The little fat man covered his head and couldn't help but refute.

"Again."

"Humph!" The little fat man lunged forward, and the heavy sword stabbed straight into the chest.

"Ahh This time it's the back. Gongsun Lan turned around, swept his wrist, and gave the little fat man another blow.

"Again."

"Ahh

"Come again!"

"Ahh

"Come again!"

……

When I took a bath at night, I was still seen by my mother with scars all over my body.

"Does it hurt?" The mother dipped it in green salt water and gently wiped the little fat man's back.

"It hurts." The little fat man kept inhaling, tears rolling in his eyes.

"I didn't see you hurt in the past, did you learn fencing today?" Mother is really smart.

"Hmm." Recalling Gongsun Lanyan's condescending momentum and the momentum of every blow, the little fat man secretly clenched his fists. "Mr. Gongsun is indeed extraordinary. was looked at by her eyes, let alone raising a sword, it was difficult to stand in front of her. It was as if the whole person had been seen through by her. ”

"So, she's really good at it." Mother nodded first, and then shook her head again, "I heard that she became famous in Luoyang at the age of sixteen, and when her reputation was at the height of her fame, she suddenly returned to old age, and vowed never to say anything about the sword again." Industry is good at diligence, and it will be sparse over time. She has abandoned the sword for ten years, how can she still make you dare not face it? ”

The little fat man smiled helplessly. If I tell her now that there are two Mr. Gongsun in one body, I don't know how my mother will feel.

After learning the basic sword style, the hard days of the little fat man have finally come. Before, he could grit his teeth and persevere, but as he was able to resist the two or three from time to time, Gongsun Lanyan, who was aroused to fight, would turn on the Wushuang mode without warning, treating the little fat man as a weed, and harvesting it over and over again.

Although the wildfire can't be burned, no matter how wild the grass is, it can't withstand the knife cutting every day!

What's more, it was Gongsun Lan and Gongsun Yan who took turns to fight. First, open and unite and slam through; Followed by tenderness like water, this hatred lasts through menopause.

Sometimes the wind and rain, sometimes the drizzle and the wind, a sword follows a sword, a sword chases a sword, a sword is ruthless over a sword! The little fat man who beat cried and called his mother, and he couldn't find a sense of rhythm at all.

No matter how green the salt is, it's useless. The white and fat skin was bruised all over his body, and the swelling had not disappeared, and he was slapped down by the bamboo sword again. Day after day, the blood accumulated under the skin, and a thick layer of hard scabs formed. And the little fat man was already numb in pain, and his fingers pressed a deep pit on his forearm, watching the blood slowly oozing out, gathering a puddle of blood, and he didn't feel it at all!

So the wounds all over his body could no longer be hidden.

Seeing his mother burst into tears, the little fat man sighed, "Mother, sword, I don't practice anymore." ”

"Uh-huh! If you don't practice anymore, you won't practice again! The mother hugged him tightly, for fear that he would regret it.

The day after the sword was abandoned, the little fat man's body was in a problem.

Itchy, the itch of the heart.

It's all over the body, it's itchy everywhere. The most terrifying thing is that the itch grows from under the skin. Even if the skin is scratched and bloody, the itch can't stop at all.

The little fat man even felt that only by peeling off the skin of his whole body and rolling his muscles and flesh into the oil pot could he kill the itch.

Fortunately, when the mother and son were tortured and there was still one breath left, Mr. Gongsun came.

Calmly adding firewood to boil water, and putting in the medicine bag, Gongsun threw the little fat man with open skin and flesh into the bath bucket.

As soon as you enter the water, the itching stops.

The little fat man, who had been tortured for most of the day, was exhausted and fell asleep on his back.

After carefully checking the condition of the little fat man, Mr. Gongsun let out a sigh. When I turned around, I was facing my mother's cold gaze.

Although most of his mother's force value hovered at zero point, Gongsun didn't dare to look at her. This is also - potential.

"Madame, please accept the worship of the Gongsun family."

"You are my teacher, how can I accept it?" The mother turned sideways to avoid it, and the anger between her eyebrows did not subside.

"I have a relationship with Ling Lang's peers, and my wife naturally deserves it." Gongsun bowed again.

"Leave that aside. What now? Hearing that the little fat man was breathing long and snoring, his mother knew that he was fine. This calmed down a little bit of anger.

"Mrs. Hui, this suffering from flesh and skin is really a root bone. As long as the blood is gone, you can exchange it for a good bone. From then on, the sword was fearless, and the pain was not noticed. ”

"Isn't it no different from a puppet!" The mother finally got angry.

"Definitely!" Gongsun hurriedly explained: "The younger brother still has all the feelings, but he is more patient with the pain. ”