The second senior brother He Zifeng came back, and when he came back in the evening, his face was very bad, a little pale, and his white robe was also a little torn.

"Injured second child?" asked the sixth real person casually with a pair of chopsticks and bamboo shoots.

He Zifeng held the rice bowl in his hand, nodded, and didn't say anything.

"How is the swordsmanship of Tianxu Sword Island?Have you seen the rumored sword qi between heaven and earth?"

He Zifeng shook his head.

"Don't you see it? Then practice for a few more years, and then go again, and when you see it, you don't need to go. Liuyao Zhenren didn't seem to be dissatisfied because of his disciple's lack of courage, and said casually.

He Zifeng nodded.

Fang Huan, who was sitting next to Zhang Gongliang, touched Zhang Gongliang with his elbow and asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, second senior brother...... Isn't he ......?"

Zhang Gongliang was confused and didn't know why.

"That's ......" Fang Huan pointed to his mouth, and the two chopsticks in his hand opened and closed.

After Zhang Gongliang was confused for a moment, he suddenly realized: "Little junior brother, do you want to ask, is Zifeng dumb?"

Fang Huan was speechless for a moment.

Senior brother, why are you talking so loudly? I'm afraid that the second senior brother won't hear what's wrong?

Fang Huan's face was extremely embarrassed, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into, but he helplessly handed He Zifeng an apologetic look.

He Zifeng seemed to be deaf, just lowered his head to eat, eating Si Swen, taking a small bite, with a serious look on his face.

"Zifeng is like this, I don't seem to have listened to him for a long time. After Zhang Gongliang finished explaining, he said to He Zifeng: "Why don't you say something to our junior brother?"

Fang Huan also set his eyes on He Zifeng.

He Zifeng originally stopped for a moment in his mouth chewing something, and then continued to eat, ignoring Zhang Gongliang and Fang Huan.

Zhang Gongliang shrugged his shoulders, not caring at all about his junior brother's ignorance of him.

In order to make up for his rudeness just now, Fang Huan took a chopstick and wild vegetables and sent them to He Zifeng's bowl, with an apologetic look in his eyes.

He Zifeng took the wild vegetables from Fang Huan's bowl with his rice bowl, still didn't speak, and continued to eat seriously.

The dinner was eaten in awkward silence.

Fang Huan used a wooden barrel to hold the dishes and chopsticks that needed to be cleaned, walked to the mountain stream and squatted down to clean the dishes and chopsticks.

Suddenly hearing a sound from behind, Fang Huan jumped up and looked behind him almost instantly.

Zhang Gongliang lazily leaned against a big tree, looking at Fang Huan with his hands on his chest.

Fang Huan's face was guarded, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Zhang Gongliang couldn't help but smile dumbly, and said, "Don't be so nervous, junior brother, I want to ask you, do you plan to learn some martial arts?"

"Martial arts?"

"It's the way to fight, the method or something, there will inevitably be fights between monks, in case you fight with people in the future, you can't fight with people with the wild ball boxing in the market, right?" Zhang Gongliang said.

Fang Huan thought seriously for a moment, nodded, and asked, "Senior brother, what martial arts are you going to teach me?"

Zhang Gongliang shook his head and said, "I can't do it, my fist and foot skills are average, and I can control ghosts." ”

"Then the master ......?"

"Shizun is probably too lazy to move, and he won't teach you. ”

"The second senior brother?"

"Let's not say that Zifeng is a sword idiot, he doesn't even bother to say that you still expect him to teach you by hand?"

"Then Senior Brother, why are you here?" Fang Huan rolled his eyes, turned around and squatted down to wash the dishes.

Yinlonggou counted himself as a total of people, but he didn't teach himself, and the senior brother came to ask, obviously to make fun of himself.

Seeing Fang Huan's deflated appearance, Zhang Gongliang was indeed very happy.

"I do know there's a ...... can teach you. Zhang Gongliang deliberately procrastinated.

Fang Huan turned his head and looked at Zhang Gongliang, his eyes full of resentment.

The elder brother is good, he just likes to play with himself, and it is estimated that he has been suffocated by no one to play with him in the mountains for so many years.

Looking at Fang Huan's resentful eyes, Zhang Gongliang finally stopped selling Guanzi, the yin fan in his hand unfolded, and a black gas gushed out from the fan.

Wei Chengze, who was tall and majestic and had no head, stood in front of Fang Huan.

"Cheng Ze used to be a famous general of Great Chu, and he moved the world with his martial arts, and it was more than enough to teach you. ”

Fang Huan, who was squatting, instantly came to his senses, immediately got up, and looked at Wei Chengze excitedly.

Fang Huan didn't know what the famous generals of Great Chu were in the past, but the scene when Wei Chengze fiercely fought against Qi Longzhong, the sect leader of the Guyang Sect, on the Cloud Piercing Peak that day, Fang Huan remembered vividly.

Wei Chengze turned around and said to Zhang Gongliang: "Lord, Chengze...... It's all the martial arts honed in some battlefield battles, and they are all used to kill people, this ......"

Zhang Gongliang waved his hand and said: "I have you and Xiaobei to protect me, Zifeng has his own sword, but this little guy has no ability to protect himself at all." What you teach is killing skills, without the protection of the master in the future, without my protection, if this little guy can't even kill people, I'm afraid he will be eaten by the world and there will be no scum left. ”

"Yes, my lord. After Wei Chengze respectfully clasped his fists with both hands to receive the order, he turned to Fang Huan and said: "Young Master Fang, how about I teach you a set of boxing techniques first?" It was the boxing method in the army of my Dachu back then, which was long in terms of fierce explosion, and the moves were simple and easy to remember. ”

Fang Huan nodded, and hurriedly shook his hand and said, "General Wei, don't call me Gongzi, just call me Fang Huan." ”

Fang Huan, who was called Gongzi for the first time since he was a child, felt very awkward.

Wei Chengze didn't dwell on the question of a title, but turned around and demonstrated a set of boxing techniques.

Fang Huan saw Wei Chengze's punches fast, opening and closing, and every punch was vigorous.

In the end, after Wei Chengze punched the thick trunk of a century-old tree, he stopped his fist and stopped moving.

The next moment, the thick trunk exploded, and sawdust flew everywhere!

"This set of boxing methods is called Bangyue Changquan, which is the military fist of Da Chu, and Fang ...... Fang Huan, you are still young now, and it is just right to practice this set of boxing techniques. One can strengthen the muscles and bones, and the power of this set of boxing methods is not small, after practice, one punch can collapse the mountain and crack the stone. Wei Chengze's voice came from his headless body.

Fang Huan nodded, and compared it according to the tricks he recalled in his mind.

Whenever there was a deviation in the move or Fang Huan couldn't remember the move clearly, Wei Chengze would give instructions and teach it on the side.

At this time, it was already dark, and under the moonlight, in the dense forest, a tall figure without a head pointed to a thin child practicing boxing, and it was indeed a little infiltrating.

Zhang Gongliang took out a wine gourd from the black stone ring between his fingers, raised his head and poured a sip of wine, turned his head to look at the wooden house in the bamboo forest, leaned on the trunk of the tree and said to himself: "It's all fate......?" Fuck the thief!"

A cloud of black and purple ghost qi came out of the yin fan, condensed into a little doll wearing a belly pocket, lying on Zhang Gongliang's lap, babbling and stretching out his little hand to touch Zhang Gongliang's wine gourd.

Zhang Gongliang stretched out his hand and patted away the ghost baby's immature little hand, and said helplessly: "Xiaobei, you really can't drink." ”

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Three years later.

Fang Huan was already fifteen years old, his figure was no longer as thin as before, and his body was slender, but he could not be called strong.

As he grew older, his originally fair little face began to grow edges and corners, and he was very delicate with his mother.

In the past three years, every Qingming fifteenth, Fang Huan would go down the mountain to the cemetery in the shade of Ziyun Peak to give his mother a grave, usually late at night, he didn't want to see the villagers of Longweipo.

At this moment, in the early morning, Fang Huan held Sui Han in his hand, and after wiping a knife on a thick tree, his body was as fast as the wind, and he did not stop, but his figure rushed to another tree and wiped it again.

As Fang Huan's figure continued to shuttle through the forest, trees fell one after another.

"I said, junior brother, I see that your set of knife techniques is called chopping wood, which is very good. Zhang Gongliang shouted at Fang Huan from afar.

Cutting wood every day for three years has made Fang Huan understand more and more deeply how to cut a tree faster and more effortlessly, so he has this scene in front of him.

Fang Huan didn't bother at the eldest brother's teasing, and after cutting ten big trees in a row, he stopped and took a long breath.

Ten trees were chopped into firewood, enough for a long time.

"Boy, you really don't think about it anymore? How can the spiritual tripod condensed by the aura of the grass and trees be comparable to the poor qi qi power of this seat? With the poor qi qi power of this seat, you don't need that firewood knife to cut down these trees, and you don't need a palm. When you succeed in cultivation, you will naturally be able to kill all directions when you go out!"

It's poor.

Qi Qi has been awake for a long time, but with the presence of the six real people, Qi Qi didn't dare to forcibly take Fang Huan's body anymore, but just kept interfering with Fang Huan's cultivation, so that Fang Huan still only had one ding realm in three years.

Qi Qi was hidden in Fang Huan's body, and without taking away Fang Huan's body, even if he was a real person, there was no way, so on weekdays, Qi Qi was bewitched by words in Fang Huan's mind, and Fang Huan could only be regarded as inaudible.

"Shut up. Fang Huan suddenly said when he passed by Zhang Gongliang with a tree trunk.

Zhang Gongliang was stunned, this kid has a temper, is this?

Just when Zhang Gongliang was stunned, Fang Huan said again.

"Are you finished?"

Now Zhang Gongliang understands that the little junior brother is talking to Qiqi.

Zhang Gongliang walked to Fang Huan's side, patted Fang Huan's shoulder, and comforted: "Master's sixth Heavenly Tribulation is approaching, and after Master's success in crossing the Tribulation, there must be a way to drive Qiqi out of your body." ”

Fang Huan nodded.

"Back then, even Xia Yu could only suppress me, how is that bull-nosed old Taoist better than Xia Yu? Besides, is it so easy to survive the heavenly tribulation? When the old Taoist priest dies under the heavenly tribulation, this seat will swallow your soul first!"

"Oh!" Fang Huan rolled his eyes, really not wanting to pay attention to this ancient beast.

In the past three years, Qi Qi has said too many times, and Fang Huan has been immune.