Why don't you feel very difficult in the first year of learning art in the mountains, and after the second year is quietly passed away inadvertently, why don't you suddenly think that you are going to be separated from your master.

Because Fang Zheng once said that it is better to know more and more that there are talents in the Jiangshan Dynasty, and the apprentices are so diligent, then as a master, he naturally has to find his position again to serve the country.

When he finishes teaching, he will go to Biansai for two years, and why not study for two years is the time when the master and apprentice are separated.

"Master, are we going down the mountain tomorrow?" Why don't you lie on the bed and listen to Master's breath and ask.

"Well, your kid's heart has already blossomed, don't you think that I won't reprimand you in the future? I tell you, even if I'm not here ... ”

didn't wait for Fang Zheng to finish speaking, why not wrap himself in the quilt and curl up to interrupt Fang Zheng's words: "Then can you stay at my house for a few more days?" ”

"Why do you kid dare to interrupt Master's speech now? Do you want to get beaten? ”

Saying that, in the dark, he walked towards He Bu's bed, and accurately threw the shoes next to his bed to He Bu's face.

"Ouch, Master, I have brought so many pairs of shoes to your old man's house, can you change more shoes to wear?"

"Fart baby, Lao Tzu is happy, if you bother Lao Tzu again, I will stuff your shoes in your mouth and let you practice closed qigong."

"Hahaha."

Why don't you and Fang Zheng not look serious before parting, and after they have teased each other enough, they all snore loudly one after another.

"Master, why don't you change your shoes? I went to my house today and left after dinner, can't you take care of it better? ”

"Oh, yes, you kid shave your beard quickly, look at you like that, how do you look like my apprentice, like a begging for food."

"I don't know who doesn't take a bath for half a month, and his feet stink for seven miles."

Of course, why don't you just dare to whisper in your heart, otherwise this master with a tall waist and a dignified master will definitely not spare himself.

"Okay, let's go, now that I've taught you this melon baby, even if I don't lose the inheritance of your ancestor, even if I go down, I will have the face to face his old man."

Why don't you listen to this silently, why don't you who are used to hearing Fangzheng's indecent jokes, and suddenly feel a little sad when you hear this.

After walking for about an hour and a half, the two finally couldn't stand the heat, so they found a big tree to rest together, and rested until the sun was halfway before starting again.

Who knows how many good things will be grinding, and a few robbers will be killed halfway...

"There are robbers in such a poor place next to Wuyang City? Do you grab enough food for yourself every day? ”

Fang Zheng looked at the seven or eight robbers who were either skinny or fat, and they couldn't cry or laugh for a while.

"Don't talk nonsense, hand over everything, do you think the brothers want to be robbers? We fled hundreds of miles from the wilderness, and the people on the road refused to even give us saliva to drink, and Lao Tzu was fed up and didn't give us anything to eat and drink, so we would grab them all! ”

"Alas, Kuan'er, those two fat men will be handed over to you to practice, and I will do the rest, don't use a sword, just beat and teach a lesson."

After about a few dozen breaths, Fang Zheng sat leisurely on one of them and watched the play.

"Tut, look at your hard arm, look at your kick, haven't you eaten? Capture the plate, the fat man can't react with a short hand, it's okay, you just play slowly, whoever dares to hurt you I will kill him. ”

When the two fat men heard this, they immediately cried and mourned, the small one was fine, and the big one was obviously a practitioner, and they both immediately knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

"Uncle, spare us, we are also forced to be helpless, we really can't live, this year's border drought, my children and mothers are all starving to death, please, uncle, we must be good people in the future."

"It's okay to spare you, continue to fight with my apprentice, he lacks a trainer."

Fang Zheng said lightly without even turning his head.

"Thank you, uncle, thank you, uncle."

Finally, a quarter of an hour later, when he was sweating profusely and panting and knocked down the two big men, Fang Zheng smiled.

"I don't have much money left, I'll give you half of this, and be a good person in the future."

After another half an hour, as soon as the two arrived near He Bu's house, they saw He Jian and Deng Wanshu. It turned out that the two of them were standing at the door early in the morning waiting for the two of them.

"Come on, don't get drunk tonight!" He Jian was finally able to let go of the painful drink at this time, and he drank to cover up his sorrows.

"Kuan'er, come, hurry up and give the luggage to my mother, my mother has made you a lot of delicious food, and now I will give you hot water."

Throughout the ages, parting with sorrow and hatred has been so sad, so how can we be less sad and more happy? That is, of course, to cherish the present, to have wine today and to get drunk today!

Half-drunk and half-awake, Fang Zheng drew his sword and jumped lightly.

"Why don't you dance away from sorrow? Kuan'er, watch me teach you "Sorrow" again at the end, this sword was created by the ancestor who watched his lover die in front of his eyes. ”

"I don't know what the name or surname of our sect is, but you remember, you can't break my inheritance in the future, you can take care of it!"

"A sword is famous: proudly slash the frost and snow, flick your sleeves, look back at Luo's skirt, don't sigh if you don't leave. You should confuse your opponent in your hands, turn around quickly, and slash quickly. ”

"A sword is famous: angry Beidou, feet shattered peaks, why do you want to go? Send each other thousands of miles away. The body should continue to turn into the posture that can pull out the legs, and the legs should be correct, and do not use the wrong force. ”

"A sword is famous: thousands of flashy and flashy are not as good as Qing, the clouds follow the wind, assimilate lovesick tears, and fall into the red dust. Keep up with your feet, turn your sword steadily, and stab with dexterity and be difficult to fathom..."

Why don't you look at Fang Zheng, he just taught himself the last sword move one by one.

Looking at it, why don't you know when, you are already in tears: "Master..."

At noon the next day, Fang Zheng finally left, why not look at the book left by the master, and didn't leave the study for a long time.

He Jian and Deng Wanshu saw why they were so depressed, so they didn't bother.

In the evening, when he was immersed in the pain of parting, suddenly, he heard the dog come to the house out of breath, "Ah Kuan, you, your master..."

"What's wrong? Is it because my master doesn't want to leave? I knew he couldn't bear me, haha. ”

"No, it's not, your master is dying!"

"No, it won't! Master is so powerful, he has inherited the swordsmanship of his ancestor, and Master's master is the commander of the Xuanshuang Forbidden Army, no! How could Master be dying? ”

Why don't you just cry along the way and repeat this sentence.

When He Hao rushed to the medical hall, he saw that Fang Zheng was covered in blood and burns, and finally glanced at He Hao, squeezed out a lewd smile, and swallowed his breath.

After that, Fang Zheng's tomb was placed on the mountain where He might as well learn martial arts from him, and He Jian did not dig out the tomb little by little on the rocky mountain for Fang Zheng.

After the burial of Fangzheng, both father and son decided to live on the mountain for half a month, why not grow so big, and it was the first time to see their father cry.

And Deng Wanshu was either silent or tearful cooking for the two of them. But how did Fang Zheng die?

It turned out that after Fang Zheng left He Hao's home, he went all the way north in the direction of Biansai.

He had only walked for two hours when he saw the robber from before.

Now the robbers were holding knives in their hands, and several of the robbers were searching, as if they were looking for something other than a large vat of oil in the donkey cart next to them.

Underneath the other robbers were a young girl who had been tortured and fainted.

Then look at the pool of blood next to it, where an old man and a young man were lying.

Poverty is never a reason to commit crimes, and if crimes are not punished, they will only encourage the arrogance of crime.

At this moment, Fang Zheng turned into Yama, silently drew his sword and slashed two people with only one sprint.

The rest of the people saw that it was Fang Zheng again, and when they saw that the two of them were suddenly killed, they were so frightened that they wanted to flee in all directions.

And this time, Founder did not let anyone go.

When Fang Zheng dressed the girl and woke her up, the girl happened to see that there was still one person who was not dead, and was secretly getting up and walking towards Fang Zheng's back.

Before the girl could shout, she saw the person behind Fang Zheng directly nailed to the donkey cart with a sword.

"I want you to die too!"

Fang Zheng and the girl were too close to the oil drum.

The oil drum was ignited by the fire breaker from the small mouth where the oil was poured, and the only thing Fang Zheng could do was to protect the girl with his body.

Why don't you listen to the girl say everything, and she can't cry anymore.

"Evil can never be fostered! If you commit a crime, you must be punished, and I want to sweep away the evil in this world as much as possible, Master..."