It's late at night.

At this time, there was no longer a lot of people in the pharmaceutical hall, and the pharmaceutical boys and masters went back to rest, a little moonlight was scattered on the ground like silver light, and a few insect chirpings came from time to time outside the window, which was quite a bit of silence.

"Huh......" Fang Ming lay on the makeshift bed made of two benches and let out a long sigh.

He ignored Wang Cheng's provocation, first of all, he had small arms and legs, Wang Cheng was tall and big, and there were a bunch of younger brothers, he would definitely not be able to beat the other party, so he didn't have to look for abuse.

And after the fight, it is even more troublesome, Wang Cheng's uncle is the black-hearted medicine picker Wang Yin who was hung up by Fang Ming's predecessor before, it is said that this person has a very small heart, and his eagle claw skill is even sharper, Fang Ming doesn't want to try it.

Even if you decide to avenge your predecessor, it's not now.

And this is where he lives.

Ordinary pharmaceutical boys and masters, who have families in the county, naturally go back to live, as for those homeless children and the like, Huichun Hall also has dormitories, of course, the conditions will not be very good, it is a Chase shop, more than a dozen people sleep together.

He intervened before, knowing that he was hateful, and there were too many secrets on his body, so he naturally didn't dare to live with other boys, not to mention anything else, Wang Chengcheng was there!

This errand to guard the medicine hall was still begged by him from the shopkeeper Zheng on his own initiative.

The caretaker position in the Rejuvenation Hall, if it was looking at the original medicine warehouse or the finished powder medicine storehouse, it would be a first-class fat shortage, and it would not be Fang Ming's turn.

But the pharmacy hall is different, here at night, all kinds of medicinal materials, whether they are powders or finished products, have to be put into storage, and only some worthless tools are left, which basically no one can look at.

Besides, the three sects and nine streams in the county all know that Wang Daheng Wang Dashan is powerful! That's a ruthless character who can almost compete with the county order, and his kung fu is also very hard, whether it is catching a thief or a thief before, it is a way, pull it out directly, and the two water and fire sticks just hit to death!

Every year, a few thieves and apprentices who don't have long eyes are beaten to death and thrown into mass graves outside the city!

Therefore, they don't want to provoke the Rejuvenation Hall until they have to, after all, the thugs in the nursing home here don't eat dry food.

Despite this, there are still very few people who are willing to take care of this place, without it, suffering!

Since taking over this job, Fang Ming has to get up every day at around four or five o'clock in the morning, cleaning the courtyard and sorting out tools, and he can only close the door very late at night, and even the food is cold, how can the apprentices be willing to do extra hard work for no reason? The point is not to give money yet!

But Fang Ming happily took over, and he looked a little happy.

Here, he rarely has some personal space to plan something.

After lying down for a while, Fang Ming took out a few things from under his mattress.

It was a few sheets of mulberry paper, with some cloudy yellow dots on them, and in the middle, a perspective of a human body was drawn in charcoal.

On the body of the drawing, there are also small dots marked with symbols, and there are dense small characters such as "Renzhong", "Yongquan" and "Yanggu" written next to it, which turned out to be a simple acupoint map.

Fang Ming thought about it, and then wrote down a few acupuncture points he saw today.

After that, he repeated it several times before carefully putting away the drawings.

This can't help but be careless, these acupoint knowledge were all secretly learned by him from a few pulse diagnosis masters, and the Rejuvenation Hall has a strict order - stealing masters! Chop your hands! Forty rods! Expel the door from the wall!

It is not easy to steal a teacher here, in ancient times, this kind of special craft is an iron rice bowl, and ordinary people can get a inheritance and have no worries about food and clothing for a lifetime, and even pass it on to their children and grandchildren. Therefore, the supervision is extremely strict, and those doctors have regarded their medical skills as the capital to save their lives, even for formal medical apprentices, they have to keep several hands, not to mention Fang Ming, who secretly learns.

But nothing can stand Fang Ming's perseverance, he secretly learns a little today, looks at it twice tomorrow, writes it down every day, thinks about it with his heart, and over time, he has also learned a lot of things.

The reason why Fang Ming secretly learned these things was not that he wanted to change careers to become a langzhong, but because he wanted to practice martial arts!

That's right! It's about practicing martial arts!

It had been two or three months since the crossing, and Fang Ming had gradually figured out some basic conditions of this world.

This is Daqian, different from any dynasty in history in Fang Ming's memory, but the style is vaguely similar to ancient times.

The whole Daqian is vast, facing the sea in the east, barbarian land in the north, Wumarsh in the south, and the great desert in the west, divided into ninety-nine states, and Yujing City is the imperial capital!

In the founding war, he was once alone, among the tens of thousands of iron armors, he was invincible, almost with the power of one person, to create a great cause!

After more than 500 years, the martial arts style has flourished day by day, and the power of the central control of the great cadres has been declining, and various large sects have been born, headed by the "three religions and five sects." These major martial arts factions have recruited a wide range of disciples, run rampant in the state, and even faintly involved in the military and political power, which is difficult to contain.

Even, in a distant state like Connecticut, the martial arts sect has grasped the upward channel, and even the appointment and removal of officials must go through their hands, otherwise they will "die" for various reasons!

In Lechun County, it is the rudder of the Qingyun Sect, one of the five sects, as well as the Dadu Governor's Mansion, the three-legged situation of the Great River Alliance united by many small sects, and the Medicine King Gang is also one of the members of the Great River Alliance.

Wang Dashanren, the hall master of the Huichun Hall in Minglun County, is the introductory disciple of the Medicine King Gang.

Confucianism is chaotic with literature, and chivalry is forbidden with martial arts, it is precisely because he is a "martial arts master" and relies on the strong support of the Medicine King Gang that Wang Daheng dares to set up a private court and disregard people's lives.

As for whether there is such a thing as martial arts in this world, Fang Ming originally believed it, because the existence of the "martial arts order" in the sea of knowledge is the proof!

And during this period of time in the Rejuvenation Hall, he has also seen several "masters"!

Fang Ming couldn't help but recall a strong man who looked like an iron tower, the essence emitted from his eyes made Fang Ming remember it vividly, and what made him even more unforgettable was that the other party's body exuded an aura like "tiger might".

It was the naked and naked contempt of the upper in the food chain for the lower in the food chain, and it just suffocated Fang Ming at a glance.

The big man threw out a few gold leaves at that time, and took away a few of the best old ginseng in the Huichun Hall, and Wang Dashan had to accompany the other party to send the other party out with a smile.

And when the other party left, Fang Ming was very sure that he saw Wang Dashan's painful expression.

That night, Wang Daheng drank a lot of wine, and even beat a few apprentices who made mistakes to death because of a trivial matter!

Since then, Fang Ming has strengthened his belief in learning martial arts!

And playing martial arts is his biggest reliance!

Of course, after two or three months, it stands to reason that the martial arts order has been opened two or three times, no matter how bad Fang Ming is, he should have learned martial arts, and he can be vertical and horizontal, how could he get mixed up like this?

Whenever he thought of this, Fang Ming couldn't help but burst into tears, and raised his middle finger speechlessly at the sky.

You, my sister! In the first world - Gu Long's "Seven Weapons", Fang Ming's soul traveled to a beggar, and after three months of fighting, he finally recognized a fact: the world of Gu Daxia is not a novice at all!!

In Gu Long's novels, a master is a master as soon as he comes out, and he doesn't even have a specific source or name for martial arts, and like Jin Daxia, he tells the origin of martial arts clearly, and there is not even a similar strategy where and where treasures or peerless cheats are buried.

What's even more terrifying is that the characters in the ancient dragon are extremely scheming, each face wears several masks, each of which is an old fox who is deeply hidden, and does not lift the hole cards at all until the end, and some are even worse, and in the end they still do not lift the hole cards!

Fang Ming had been mixed up for three months, and he had almost died several times, and the deepest resentment against Gu Long's novels was poison!

In it, a shopkeeper, or a powerless Qinglou prostitute or woman, may have a strange poison in their hands, and no matter what kind of top master you are, you will have to be tricked!

Of course, Fang Ming was a beggar who traveled through the past, and there was no one who wanted to deal with him with any bones, cold chickens, frost and the like, but several infights between beggars almost cost him his life.

As for apprenticeship or something? Don't even think about it!

Not to mention the famous factions, even ordinary Jianghu martial arts halls will not take in beggars at will, Fang Ming has been wandering in the rivers and lakes for three months, and he has not seen that hero fancy his qualifications and want to accept him as an apprentice, but because he often crosses the line, his peers have suffered a lot.

At the last moment, it was unlucky, and he actually bumped into the joint of the members of the final boss of the Blue Dragon Society, fortunately, when the other party was about to extinguish the mouth, the three-month time limit was up, and Fang Ming crossed back again.

You meow, Fang Ming recalled the feeling that the steel long knife was about to penetrate the heart, and at this time, there was still white sweat oozing from his back.

Since then, he has come to a conclusion: crossing has its own risks, and Gu Long should be especially cautious!

As a result, in the second month, the legend of Lu Xiaofeng was drawn, Fang Ming didn't even think about it, and directly chose to refuse, accumulating the time to the next month.

And now? Fang Ming looked through the window at the bright moon in the sky.

Buzzing!

In his mind, a jade mellow token began to tremble, all kinds of brilliance flowed, and all kinds of mysterious powers quietly condensed.

A string of inscriptions resembling oracle bones emerges on the surface of the token.

Fang Ming, who has solidified the talent of "being proficient in language and writing", naturally knows what this means.

"Traveling Through the World: Deer and Ding Ji Time Cumulative: Six Months"

Fang Ming's nose was sour, and he almost cried.

"Nima, it's finally a world of Jin Daxia......"

Seeing the familiar name of Lu Ding Ji, Fang Ming really felt as if he had seen a relative.

In his previous life, he liked to read martial arts novels the most, and he knew Jin Yong's old man's novel series well.