"Butler, where did the uncle go?!"

Long Yiyi, who got up early that day, found that the uncle who slept lazily every day was gone, so he directly found the housekeeper and asked.

"The gentleman has left. The butler replied truthfully.

"Left?!" Long Yiyi frowned, "Where did you go?!"

"This old slave didn't know that after the gentleman left the card given to him by the master, he also left a sentence for the old slave to tell the young lady and then left. The butler said respectfully.

"What did Uncle say?!" Long Yiyi hurriedly asked.

"The gentleman said, "I am very grateful to you for taking care of you, young lady, but there is no feast in the world, please forgive him for not saying goodbye. The butler said truthfully.

This morning, before dawn, Fang Bai left the Long family, did not take anything with him, just changed into clean clothes, packed all his things into a newly bought bag, and left.

He was originally a proud man, and he was only a last resort...... In fact, Fang Bai felt that if he stayed in someone else's house all the time, he had a feeling of eating soft rice, and if he was taken care of by a little Lori like this, Fang Bai couldn't accept it a little, and it could be a lot......

As the days passed.

On the list of the academies of the Dragon King Academy that belongs to the Refining Body Realm, a dark horse named Wang Fan directly picked up countless strong people and killed a world of his own, and the fire dragon marksmanship with one hand killed the top ten powerhouses on the list, which can be said to be out of the limelight.

Basically, no one was able to take a shot from him, and it was basically a one-shot shot.

And when Wang Fan came to the island in the middle of the lake with several jars of Chitose brew.

But he found that the big stone where the master usually sat was empty.

The maple leaves next to it slowly fell, and it looked unusually depressed.

"Already gone?"

Wang Fan, who was originally full of joy because he had defeated many opponents who were unattainable before, saw this scene and felt a little lost in his heart.

Wang Fan slowly walked to the stone, swept off the maple leaves on the stone, and slowly sat down.

......

"Stand tall and straighten your hands!"

The master sat on the stone nibbling on the chicken leg and drinking fine wine, while Wang Fan was walking on the stone with a hideous face, and a small thick incense candle was burning on his buttocks.

"Your body hasn't survived well, you want to run before you learn to walk, who taught you!"

With the angry shout of the master, Wang Fan was shocked, and the empty bowl above his head suddenly fell.

"Smack!"

A whip hit Wang Fan's calf accurately, and the hot pain entered the nerve from Wang Fan's calf, and in just an instant, dense sweat appeared on his forehead.

But he didn't dare to move, the bowl above his head fell, just said that today's chicken leg was gone, if the bowl in his hand fell, then tonight's dinner would only be able to gnaw white rice.

"Stand firm, when will this pillar of incense be burned, and when will you rest!"

The indifferent voice of the master came, and Wang Fan could only swallow his saliva in a hurry.

When Wang Fan turned his head tremblingly, he only saw the master lying on the stone resting, with his back to him.

Just when he thought he could be lazy for a while.

"Those who practice martial arts should sit like a clock, stand like a pine, walk like the wind, lie like a bow, be stable at the bottom of the plate, and have strong arms ......"

The master's faint voice came again, and Wang Fan, who was suddenly shocked, could only widen his eyes and honestly tense his body.

......

"Nine hundred and ninety-seven, nine hundred and ninety-eight, nine hundred and ninety-nine, one thousand!"

When Wang Fan supported his body with his arms and did a thousand push-ups, the whole person was as if he had been fished out of the water, and his whole body was red.

"Senior, I'm done. ”

Wang Fan honestly stood in place, not daring to move, because he knew that if he didn't receive the order of his predecessors to move without permission, he would definitely be greeted with a whip.

"Hmm!"

The master lying on the stone next to him replied lightly.

But there was no so-called order coming from the back, the seniors did not speak, and Wang Fan did not dare to move, so Wang Fan held the ground with both hands and persisted for two hours.

It wasn't until the sun was about to set that the master woke up from his sleep.

......

"The body is the foundation of a martial arts practitioner, you must remember that you must never forget to exercise!"

"Only if your body is strong enough can you support enough combat skills. ”

"But, senior, since my body is strong enough, why can I only eat rice!" Wang Fan looked pitifully at the senior in front of him who was drinking big fish and meat.

"Shut up and eat your meal!"

Wang Fan: "......"

......

"Shoot fast, you are so slow to shoot rabbits?!"

"See this sky full of leaves?!"

The master kicked the small tree in front of him, and the yellowed leaves fell down one by one, without any regularity, and they flew in the air according to the leaves themselves.

"See!" Wang Fan nodded respectfully.

"That's right, use a gun to pierce these leaves, as long as one leaf hits the ground, ......!" the master raised the whip in his hand, and the meaning was very clear.

"No......" Wang Fan looked at the seniors in front of him with a bitter face.

"Smack!" As a whip hit the ground loudly, Wang Fan immediately closed his mouth.

When he was tired and panting as he watched his seniors pick up the fallen leaves on the ground one by one, his heart was cold......

......

Sitting in the place where the master usually likes to sit, Wang Fan couldn't help but show a nostalgic expression, but he couldn't figure out why this senior liked to hit his calf, and specifically hit a place, although this senior did not use spiritual power, but the whip and whip also made Wang Fan a little unbearable.

Putting his legs crossed on the stone, he opened a jar of Chitose brew, Wang Fan took a sip gently, and the hot feeling made him can't help but spit out a mouthful of wine, and he still couldn't accept it.

After getting along for more than ten days, he regarded this master as his master, and no one had treated him so harshly since he was a child.

That sloppy figure gradually coincided with the appearance of the master in his mind, and in his heart he thought that the master should be like a master, meticulous and demanding......

"There is no feast in the world, and this farewell is the rivers and lakes. ”

Looking at the words carved on the stone, Wang Fan read them word by word, and while reading, his heart became more and more reluctant.