The night of the fight.

Young Master Fan Jian was sitting in a wooden barrel, which was steaming from time to time.

If you get closer, a pungent smell of medicine hits your nose.

The boy in the bucket spread his hands and leaned against the edge of the tub with his eyes closed, looking very comfortable.

Looks like I'm used to the smell of medicine.

Just when Fan Jian was enjoying himself, he saw Yang Bin, who was dressed in black, carrying a small bucket of potion and pouring straight on top of Fan Jian's head.

Young Master Fan rubbed his face with his hand and said indignantly:

"Boss Yang, what the hell are you doing?"

The expression is bold and not angry, which is very interesting.

The black-clothed young man put the bucket aside, not caring about Fan Jian's words, but smiled coldly:

Young Master Fan, during this period of time, do you feel that I use medicine every day to treat your meridians, so I think I can spoil my body at will?

The voice was also full of mockery.

Fan Jian was embarrassed for a moment, felt a little unreasonable, and hurriedly smiled:

Oh, Boss Yang, I know, if you didn't help me regulate my body every day, I would have been wasted a long time ago, thank you.

The voice is.

After saying this, the young master actually stood up, waved his hands, and continued:

Besides, I didn't spoil my body, don't say that.

The black-clothed young man looked at Fan Jian's crotch with cold eyes, and was so frightened that the young master hurriedly sat down in the barrel. I only heard that Yang Bin say:

"Didn't you waste it? Checking your pulse today is obviously a sign of overexertion. Moreover, you seem to have lucked your true qi after intense exercise, do you know that although your body is now conditioning every day, your daily training has exceeded the limit, and if you are messing around like this again, don't blame me for being incompetent when the time comes. ”

What he said was that Fan Jian was still fighting with Zhao Yi after lifting the stone pier today.

Fan Jian looked embarrassed and said aggrievedly:

"Young Master Yang, Boss Yang, then you can let the mask master arrange some training items for me every day, so that I won't exceed the limit, what do you say?"

Yang Bin said lightly:

Tell him yourself.

With that, he left the room.

It seems that Brother Mask came with Yang Bin, so I don't know if Yang Bin knows Brother Mask's true identity.

......

In fact, Yang Bin is the doctor sent by Fan Shilang to regulate his young master, and Gong Lunan of Tsing Yi Wei also calls him the director, it seems that he should be the director of the medical and health department of Tsing Yi Wei.

He is actually eight years older than Fan Jian, the young master of the Fan family is seven years old this year, and Yang Bin is fifteen years old.

I didn't expect the little boy to have such an achievement.

As for why Fan Shilang in Kyoto sent a fifteen-year-old boy to treat Fan Jian's body, even though he was the director of the Department of Medical Health.

Fan Jian naturally didn't know the reason for this.

However, Fan Zhiqiu knew that he knew that Yang Bin had followed He Chuntao to study medicine since he was a child.

He Chuntao is not a simple character, he is the first pharmacist of the Han Empire, and he is also the first poisoner.

Three years ago, for some reason, He Chuntao actually joined Beiyan, and wanted to bring two disciples over together, Yang Bin and his senior brother swore to death, He Chuntao actually poisoned the eldest disciple directly, fortunately, Yang Bin was saved by Fan Zhiqiu, who was still the owner of the Jiumen embankment in the capital at that time.

So, Yang Bin devoted himself to Fan Zhiqiu's Tsing Yi Wei and became the top person in charge of the Medical and Health Department.

It can be seen that Fan Zhiqiu trusts this young man's ability very much.

Now, Yang Bin and He Chuntao are even more enemies, and they are enemies everywhere.

......

After Yang Bin left the room, Fan Jian was sitting in the bucket and pondering.

He kept thinking that he actually had a chance to defeat Zhao Yi today, and the punch that hit Zhao Yi in the abdomen, if his strength was greater, or if he used his true qi to infuse.... No, true qi can't be counted, and Zhao Yi didn't use true qi to infuse.

He rubbed his face with his hands, as if he had thought of something else, and looked a little distressed.

......

"Ah, can Brother Mask be gentle tomorrow....."

......

Following

On the edge of the cliff of Xishan Mountain.

The little weeping willow was already only a head lower than Fan Jian, and it was very attractive.

The stele was still the same, without the slightest dust.

A young man in a white military uniform, holding a slender iron rod in his hand, is stabbing the stone wall in front of him again and again.

There are already dozens of stone holes around the stone wall, old and new.

It seems that the boy has been doing this for quite some time.

The boy is none other than Fan Jian.

At this moment, his face was already covered with beads of sweat, and his arms were already extremely sore.

He seemed to be a little unable to control the iron, and the clenched teeth, as well as the extremely focused eyes, made Fan Jian look very resolute and unyielding.

"Every time you stab it to the very center, you are not allowed to splash stones when you pierce it, and you are not allowed to have stones when you pull it out, it must be stone powder. ”

I saw a man in white with a mask on his face and a wooden scabbard hanging from his waist, standing aside, holding his hands on his chest, and speaking indifferent words without the slightest emotion.

If the restaurant in the north of Xishan Town is here, it will definitely feel familiar.

This masked man is the shadow that Lord Yi said.

It's just that for some reason, he's wearing a mask.

No wonder Fan Jian wants to call him Brother Mask.

......

After listening to Brother Mask's words, Fan Jian was really a little speechless, and he had already cursed in his heart:

This brute, since he found himself last year, said that he would teach himself to practice swords.

He also said that he was entrusted by Master Yi, by the way, pretending to be a big-tailed wolf, hanging a wooden scabbard and dangling around!

Brother Shadow naturally wouldn't know what Fan Jian was saying to him at this time.

It's no wonder that Fan Jian said that he was perverted.

Just imagine, holding an iron rod in your hand, tying a horse, and piercing the stone wall one by one, you must also stab to the center point every time.

Ten or twenty strokes were fine, but the stone wall in front of Fan Jian already had dozens of stone holes.

Apparently it wasn't done in a day or two.

Moreover, in order to ensure that the hole is pierced, not a hole or a pit. It requires Fan Jian to accurately control every blow, and to infuse the true qi in his body into the iron rod.

At the moment of piercing, the true qi radiated out along with the tip of the iron rod, quickly shaking the small stones into powder.

All of this has to be kept to a minimum.

This means that Fan Jian's thousands of piercings have thousands of true qi operations and fine control.

The advantage of this is that Fan Jian's True Qi control has made great progress, and at the same time, his True Qi cultivation has also made greater progress.

However, these benefits did not make our Young Master Fan Jian feel the slightest gratitude to the mask brother in his mouth.

Because this kind of practice is extremely boring, monotonous, and painful.

Since Brother Mask came last year, Fan Jian has been doing this every day.

He regretted it.

In the first place, he shouldn't have asked Brother Mask for advice on how to develop the meridians and control the true qi.

I really want to cry without tears......