Time flies, two years in a blink of an eye.

Xiuyuan has no time, and mortals are ruined. The snow in Nanfeng Town is falling and melting, and the wind in the Howling Forest is as fresh as ever, with a faint wild atmosphere. Xiaoxi Street's Aunt Li's son, Hutou, has become another small boss since Yan San left, leading a group of half-grown children to steal chickens and catch dogs all day long. Zuiyuelou's business is getting bigger and bigger, Lu Zhan's figure seems to have a tendency to regain his former slenderness, Qu Xiucai's black hair occasionally appears silver threads, which makes him sigh in private, the only thing that remains unchanged is the black ring ruler in his hand, as always, long and black, which makes another group of new leather children daunting;

In the backyard of Zuiyue Building, the door of the slaughtered small courtyard suddenly opened, and a tall figure walked out of the door, his face was a little blurry with the sun on his back, his long hair was tied in a bun at random on the back of his head, and he was dressed up as a subordinate but washed cleanly, as if he was still fragrant. He had long hands and long feet, and his steps were very large but not hurried, and he was about to walk to the gate of the backyard, when an old man lying on a chaise longue and shaking at the bottom of the courtyard sat up and shouted, "Yan San, wait, is the cow unloaded today?"

The tall figure turned his head, a face with delicate eyebrows, not necessarily very moving, a quiet smile on the face made people very comfortable, especially the pair of eyes, the eyes were born narrow and long, slightly raised, when smiling, squinted into a slit, could not see the eyeballs, only saw a naughty light wandering in it, warm as jade. This is a young man, his lips have begun to have fluffy hair, and the Adam's apple is also prominent, but the immaturity on his face has not completely faded, and he can vaguely see the strange shadow of his youth;

In the past two years, Yan San has grown up like a bamboo shoot after the rain, and at the age of sixteen, he is already taller than most people in the backyard of Zuiyue Building, and he is no longer the little monkey who disappeared when he got into the crowd.

Seeing the old man greeting, Yan San scratched his head, smiled at the old man, showed a mouthful of snow-white teeth, and said, "Old Hou, you just bully me, you haven't done a penny of work today, and you're not afraid that Steward Lu will settle accounts with you." Having said that, Yan San still walked to the cattle unloading room as he said.

The old monkey was unconvinced and shouted in his chair: "Why is it called bullying you? If I hadn't taught you in the first place, you would have learned to kill and unload cows?"

"Come on, you've taught me for three days. Yan San drilled into the cattle unloading room, and there was a sound of stabbing and stabbing, and there was an occasional sound of chopping bones on the ground, and Yan San's words came from the room.

The old monkey squinted his eyes, listened to the sound in the room, and felt that it was really a rare enjoyment, the sound was crisp and neat, without the slightest delay, even the bone chopping was only a short muffled sound, there was no second blow, it was obviously done with a knife, this Yan San'er is indeed a wizard of unloading cattle. However, the old monkey was not ambiguous in his mouth, and said, "That's not how well I can teach it?

The two of them were talking about each other, and after only a short while, Yan San came out of the room and washed his hands, looked at the old monkey with squinted eyes, and said, "Old Hou, this is faster than you, right?"

The old monkey looked Yan San up and down, and was convinced, this kid is not only fast, but also a little oily all over his body, which is really annoying. The old monkey often exploited Yan San in the name of 'master' because every time he went in to unload the cow and got the meat foamed and greasy, but he still said stiffly: "What's the use of being fast? Look at your private meeting with the eldest girl, what do you want to do? You are a meat chopper, is it disrespectful to the profession of a butcher to be so clean? A clear-eyed person knows that he is unprofessional at a glance, and he casually pulls two knives to fool people!"

Yan San smiled and didn't answer, waved his hand and left. His thing is to kill cattle and sheep every day, unload cattle and divide them, this little half an hour of work has been done for most of the time, the rest is small work, the old monkey will cook. The old monkey was still behind him, and he said, "Hey, what about you, do you hear me? I'm your master." It's only been a few days, and the master actually dares to run away when he speaks, believe it or not, I'll expel you out of the door and never hire you?......

Back at Lu Zhan's residence, Yan San cleaned the yard up and down as usual, fed Lu Zhan's two fat hamsters with rations, and took Lu Zhan's and his own clothes out and washed them, and hung them all over the yard, like a maze, mainly because Lu Fatzi's clothes were too fat, and they were like bed sheets.

After being busy, Yan San got into the back kitchen, a burst of chopping sound sounded, after a while, there was a sting, a fragrance drifted in the wind, before Lu Zhan came back, a table of five dishes and one soup was complete, the big Ding in the guo, the smell was fragrant, bright red I don't know what kind of meat, Yan San carefully took a small box in Lu Zhan's room and opened it, inside a red plant I don't know whether it was a flower or grass, pinched a short piece and threw it into the ding, suddenly the fragrance changed again, Yan San sniffed carefully, nodded with satisfaction, re-covered the box, put it back in place, took a yellowed book from Lu Zhan's room, sat at the table, and read while watching the fire。 On the skin of the book were written four large characters: 'Secret Book of Medicinal Diets'.

As soon as the courtyard door rang, Yan San's eyes were half dark, and after a while, Lu Zhan's mountain-like figure moved to the hall, first smelled the fragrance carefully, nodded faintly, and then walked to the table, sat down on a specially made iron pear wood chair, Yan San clearly heard a surging sound, it was Lu Zhan's surging flesh.

Yan San stood up and respectfully bowed to Lu Zhan, saying, "Master Lu. 』

Lu Zhan snorted in his mouth, and he heard it. said in his mouth: "It's not bad today, this 'Manjiang Hongtou' still looks like I have three points, these small dishes are okay, count you eight dollars." 』

Yan San hurriedly said, "Thank you, Master Lu. 』

Raising the dishes and chopsticks, Yan San ate carefully, moving quickly but not recklessly, no longer the reincarnation of the starving ghost two years ago, the two were silent, and after a while, the table of food was smooth and slippery, and a pile of bright red broth was like blood, Yan San only drank one bowl, and the others all entered Lu Zhan's belly.

The ignorant are fearless, and conversely, the more they know, the more awe the hardships of the road ahead;

Yan San now knows that a fifty-year-old iron thread is worth more than 100 gold in the eyes of the Yuan cultivators; Yan San knows that Qu Xiucai's spiritual cultivation can blow eight people to death in one breath is not bragging; Yan San knows that Lu Zhan's fat is not fat, but an abnormal state of physical cultivation; Yan San also knows that if he officially stepped into the Yuan Cultivation Realm, if he used his previous personality and death behavior, the grass on the grave is not already high by one person;

Of course, the simplest reason is that he was almost slapped to death by Lu Fatzi.

It was not long after entering the Drunken Moon Building, Yan San really couldn't resist the power of Lu Zhan's medicinal diet, the so-called eating marrow knows the taste, and the fat man's medicinal diet not only tastes wonderful, but also is a rain from heaven for the body refiner, so Yan San obediently paid for the meal ticket. But after a few days, Yan San's flesh hurt tightly, he found a serious job and it was not good to go out to fight the autumn breeze, his wallet was drying up day by day, and one day Yan San had a bad skin attack, and he didn't give money for eating meat, looking like he couldn't bear me, Lu Zhan said at that time: "You have two choices, the first one, how to eat for me and how to spit it out." The second one, the old rule, impress me with one step and count you as a winner, and you will share half of the medicinal diet in the future. 』

What kind of person is Yan San? Splashing one, he immediately turned around and ran.

didn't run two steps and turned to a mountain of meat, Lu Zhan didn't know when he was blocking the door, and his movements were as fast as seeing a ghost in the day. There was no escape, Yan Popi was churning at that time, and in the past few days, Tianwang Jue had made great progress, and his confidence was bursting, so he decisively chose to fight with Lu.

Yan San punched away, the fat man didn't move, and then Yan San was surprised, and when the fat man Lu relaxed slightly, he was one leg. This leg is fierce and vicious, Yan San thinks that it is the pinnacle, and kicks straight at the fat man's lower yin, commonly known as "cutting off the leg of the grandson".

The fat man's face was a little blue at that time, and he didn't make a sound in a daze, but he didn't retreat at all. After half a sound, Lu Fatzi exhaled heavily, the summer was scorching, but the breath was steaming like a dragon, visible to the naked eye. Yan San's feet were weak at the moment.

"This palm, I only use three successful forces, one punch and one kick in exchange for this palm, and you will not suffer. Lu Fatzi said slowly, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

Yan San screamed, turned around and ran. But Lu Zhan was as fast as lightning this time, hitting Yan San's chest hard, Yan San only heard a karaoke sound in his chest, and the whole person soared into the clouds, as if he had hit something, many, many things, and then slammed it and stopped, and it was already dark in front of him.

It wasn't until after midnight that Yan San woke up, and then he felt a sharp pain all over his body. Lu Zhan poured a bowl of "Manjiang Hongtou" into his mouth expressionlessly, and turned to leave.

Since then, Yan San has been lying in bed every day, and Lu Zhan has somehow got a little girl to serve him, and he doesn't say a word except to feed him a bowl of blood-red soup every day.

Half a month later, Yan San went to the ground, and with the support of the little girl, he saw a large hole in the shape of a person, which led from the hall to his house, and penetrated three wooden walls in the middle, which was more than eight meters away. The last human figure rested on the wall of his own house, sinking into it more than a fist. It was a rammed earthen wall. "I must have hung on the wall at that time, Lu Zhan must have pulled me out from the wall!" Yan San thought.

After another half a month of recovery, Yan San returned to the Zuiyue Tower. In this month, Yan San suddenly figured out a lot of things, and for the first time, he was full of awe of his life. People only know how to cherish when they lose. Of course, almost losing it counts.

Yan San began to respect people and know how to be polite. Respect for the old monkey, respect for Lu Zhan, respect for everyone he has ever seen, and everyone who has no ill will towards him. When he returned that day, he paid for the month's food. Yan San knew that Lu Fatzi didn't want to take his life, otherwise that palm would be more than thirty percent powerful, otherwise he wouldn't have saved his life afterwards. That kick was so vicious that any man couldn't stand it. Yan San thought, if anyone gives me this, I won't kill him, I won't have the surname Yan.

Fortunately, Lu Zhan is self-cultivation. Fortunately, he was still only a second-class cultivator. If you really kick Lu Fatzi...... Yan San thought about sweating profusely afterwards, and he couldn't count how many times he had to die to calm Lu Zhan's anger.