Chapter 4 The knife is a small test to punish the strong enemy, and it is difficult to last long

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Yun Fan naturally wouldn't entangle with him about who was orthodox nonsense, "That's it, that's it, they're all chaotic ministers and thieves." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 InfoWhere did those traitors come from today? ”

"Look, you know ・・・・・・・ of them, hey, what are you talking to a little hairy kid." The man in Tsing Yi smiled dumbly, it seems that today's pursuit made him a little angry, plus he had not eaten for a day, and he was constantly consuming his strength underwater, and his spirit was a little trance. It's dangerous for an agent, so you have to find a safe place to rest. "You mean those sergeants today, those are the soldiers of the Haizhou Zan family, they look like the Green Scale Guard, and the leader should be Zan Yu. Are they all gone? ”

Yun Fan couldn't help but show hatred in his eyes, and firmly remembered the name Zan Yu, the man in red and the man in green said so, it shouldn't be fake. "Hey, boy, I'm asking you." Tsing Yi pushed Yun Fan, who was stunned. "Oh, let's go." Yun Fan raised his head and replied casually. Seeing the happy face of the man in Tsing Yi, Yun Fan thought, it's broken, how can I tell the truth, if he wants to leave now, how can I keep it, I don't know his name yet. His mind turned sharply, and he pretended to ponder: "However, there may be dozens of them who are not wearing armor again." "Seeing him slip back in the dark, he must be afraid that those people will continue to arrest him, and he must be stabilized.

The man in Tsing Yi just breathed a sigh of relief, and was shocked when he heard the words, "What does it probably mean?" Yun Fan said: "They were going to the south at that time, and soon, dozens of people without armor came from the south, I don't know if they were part of them." Yun Fan said that he didn't wear armor because he was afraid that the lie would be exposed, because the soldiers of the Zan family were all wearing armor, and the people in the town had no armor. It was impossible for this outsider to know everyone in the town, not to mention that there were a few out-of-town hunters and traders.

Yun Fan underestimated the frightened bird mentality of the people in Tsing Yi, "Needless to say, it must be their people." Not only was he convinced, but he also made up for it, and he felt that this was realistic. It is impossible for Zan Yu to let him go easily, he must want to trap him, and it is unreasonable not to send someone back. He said to Yun Fan quietly: "I want to hide in your house for two days to avoid those bad guys." You can't say to anybody that I'm going to give you a lot of money afterwards, and if I get caught, your family will suffer, you know? ”

Yun Fan wanted to be caught and said, "They have already searched my house once during the day, aren't you afraid that they will come again?" ”

"It's because they've been there, the most dangerous places are the safest, you don't understand."

"Oh," Yun Fan smiled secretly in his heart, he had heard this sentence in his previous life, and if you said that I didn't understand, I wouldn't understand. "But tomorrow the neighbors will come to help me bury my mother, where are you hiding? By the way, you go to the cellar, where no one usually goes. Yun Fan wanted to further isolate the people in Tsing Yi and the outside world's news channels.

"Take me to see it." The man in Tsing Yi grabbed a little food and followed Yun Fan, who was holding an oil lamp, into the cellar quietly. The cellar entrance is in the wood house behind the kitchen. The cellar was dry, but it was messy, and the grain was scattered all over the floor. Yun Fan explained: "It's all those sergeants during the day, uh, traitors, do you think it's okay here?" "Well, it's good here. Alas, these damned thieves know that they will harm the people, and one day they will all be arrested and imprisoned in slavery. By the way, how did your mother die? "In fact, all the things here, including the death of Yun Fan's mother, the people in Tsing Yi can estimate what is going on, and deliberately say so, just for safety, to win over Yun Fan and arouse his hatred of the same enemy.

There is no need to pretend, Yun Fan's hateful gaze erupted, "The man in red killed him." You said his name is Zan Yu, right, I will kill him one day to avenge my mother. Uncle, I don't want your money, can you teach me martial arts? ”

"It may be difficult for you to get revenge, but I will help you. Let's talk about learning martial arts tomorrow, okay? Go first and cover the mouth of the cellar. Remember, you can't say anything about me to anyone, not to your father or sister. "On this day, the people in Tsing Yi consumed too much and were anxious to rest.

"I don't have a father and a sister, oh, I know, you saw my master and sister. Okay, I definitely won't say. Yun Fan carefully walked out of the cellar, and was afraid of a sudden attack, his heart couldn't help pounding, and he danced with the wolf, his life hung by a thread, and he was afraid that no matter how crazy an explorer was, he would not want to enjoy this kind of excitement. If the man in Tsing Yi knew that there was no danger outside, in order to hide his whereabouts, he might kill him. If he knew that he also regarded him as an enemy and was ready to take revenge, then he would not hesitate to let himself disappear from the world. The difference between the martial arts of the two is no less than that of ants and elephants, except for the neck and being killed, there is no other ending imaginable.

Pacing to the backyard, under the bleak night, alone, so helpless, so lonely. In his previous life, he lived to be twenty-two years old, but in that time and space, his physiology matured early due to the flood of information, but his psychology was very naïve, and he had been living in an ivory tower where he was not even a newcomer to society, and his IQ to fight against others had not yet germinated. In this world, human beings mature early, and at the age of fifteen or sixteen, they should start a family and support their families, but after all, they are only thirteen years old, and they have never seen the world. Now in the face of the enemy's helplessness, he is cautious, which makes him feel wronged, and he inexplicably wants to go home and return to his home in that world. The more wronged, the deeper the hatred, the piercing heart, you bastards, I don't believe that you are okay. Say to yourself, don't cry, don't cry, swear that this is the last cry in this life, and after reading so many books in my previous life, I will definitely find a solution.

After thinking about it, I still don't have a clue. Suddenly, I heard a little girl's weak voice, "Brother Fan, are you still crying?" Don't cry, Aunt Yun is gone, I'll ・・・・・・ me accompany you. The last three words were very firm, and the handsome junior sister in white linen clothes walked over in cringe, hugging Yun Fan's arm, and it could be seen that she was actually very timid, but gritted her teeth to overcome it.

Yun Fan's heart warmed, this family was the only warmth left by Yun Fan. When he first apprenticed with his master Ming Feng, Ming Blacksmith saw that Yun Fan was diligent and clever, and once joked with Yun Fan and his mother that he would let Yun Fan be his son-in-law. Mingfeng is cheerful and enthusiastic, and has a happy family. The parents are alive, the wife is virtuous, two sons and a daughter, and the eldest son Minghu is sixteen, and he has already decided to marry and will soon be married.

The second son, Ming Biao, is fourteen years old, and his daughter Ming Feng is the youngest, twelve. Artists in this world generally do not accept children with foreign surnames as apprentices, they are all family heirlooms, unless they have no children and no daughters. Ming Feng unexpectedly agreed to Yun Fan's apprenticeship, and the neighbors in the town laughed at Ming Feng for peeking at the beauty of the Yun family's lady. Here, as in ancient China, a man could marry more than one wife. Now that Yun Fan is the only one left in the Yun family, the Ming blacksmith simply took the original joke seriously, and handled his mother's affairs for Yun Fan as a master and father-in-law.

In the evening, the neighbors who helped all went home. Ming Feng was worried that Yun Fan was afraid, so he stayed. And Mingfeng accompanied the filial piety as a prospective daughter-in-law. Yun Fan looked at Ming Feng guiltily and said, "Hmm! I don't cry and never cry again. The deeper meaning is to give yourself a reassurance, "I'm sorry to wake you up." The so-called wake-up is just an excuse, his guilt is in his heart, before today, he accepted the arrangement of fate, ready to fight for a lifetime, thinking that it would be good to marry Xiaofeng when he grows up, but now he is determined to take revenge, maybe there is no return, I really don't want to affect this pure little girl, or I will have to live up to her.

"No, no, it's me who is not good, and I fell asleep in a daze as soon as I was smoked by the smoke." Ming Feng said anxiously. A lot of incense was lit in the mourning hall, and light smoke filled the air.

"Smoky?" Yun Fan suddenly remembered something, "Yes, smoke, I'm so stupid!" Thank you so much, Feng'er. Yun Fan happily held Ming Feng's little face and wanted to kiss it, but in his twenties in his previous life, his mind rationally stopped his stupidity, and it was just a little Lori in front of him. And although there were Ming Feng's jokes before, he actually always treated him as a sister. Yun Fan was a good baby type in his previous life and this life, and it was tantamount to a fantasy to come up with a way to kill people in a hurry. After being reminded by Lori, I remembered the drugs in the martial arts fantasy I had seen. He is not the kind of person who doubts everything in his previous life, does not believe in any qigong, internal strength, ****** medicine, etc., at least he has seen this thing, and the danger of this kind of substance is small, and the operation is not difficult, so you can give it a try.

As soon as the morning dawned, Yun Fan hurriedly ran to Cao Ji Pharmacy in the town, "Uncle Cao, are you there?" Uncle Cao, I want to buy some medicine. From behind the medicine cabinet, an old man over half a hundred years old stood up, it was Cao Ren, who was the shopkeeper, physician and pharmacist, "Call the soul, it's ・・・・・・ early in the morning, it's Fanwa, why did you come to me early in the morning?" Where is the discomfort? Come over and I'll take a look. ”

"No, I'm not uncomfortable. That's it, I didn't dare to sleep, and as soon as I closed my eyes, I saw my mother's bloody appearance. I wanted to ask if there was a medicine that could make you fall asleep quickly. Yun Fan hurriedly explained.

"Alas, poor baby. Yes, yes, wait a minute, the old man will give you a little. Cao Ren, who sighed, turned around and grabbed the medicine.

"No, Uncle Cao, don't take medicine, I can't eat anything, is there that kind of medicine like incense, you can fall asleep when you smell it?"

"This ・・・・・・ is there and there is ・・・・・・." Hearing that Yun Fan couldn't eat anything, he didn't doubt it in his heart, he just felt that Yun Fan was too pitiful, but the thing he asked for was too valuable, and it was difficult to speak for a while.

Yun Fan was very clever, understood Cao Ren's half-knots, and took out a red crystal coin and put it on the counter, which was still paid to him by Zan Yu. The daily circulation in the town is generally gold coins (for ease of understanding, to define, a bowl of porridge or a steamed bun is worth about one gold coin, which is equivalent to our current one yuan, and the white crystal coin is a hundred yuan banknote. Gold is not worth much here, it may be that there are more gold mines. It is used as a currency only because it is not easy to rust and looks good. At most, white crystals are used, and blue crystals are very rare, not to mention red crystals worth 100,000 gold coins.

"Too much, too much, too much." Cao Ren said with a little shame, "I'll give it to you, this is a wine vine, and the room is full of wine fragrance after lighting, this is sleep pollen, sprinkle a little on the stove, there is a good smell of flowers." Both of these can calm the mind and help people fall asleep. Which do you prefer? Or I'll wrap you a little bit of it. Hehe, this medicine wow, the best effect is the rare drunken fairy grass, which is colorless and tasteless after ignition, as long as it smells a little, the gods will also pour. But you don't need to. I happened to buy one from the medicine hoe (medicine picker) last month, haha, when the medicine merchant comes, I will make a lot of money. Speaking of professionalism and having a treasure in his hand, Cao Ren couldn't help but show off proudly.

Yun Fan was overjoyed when he heard this, hummed, damn spy, it seems that the sky is going to kill you, "Uncle Cao, show me, show me." Grinding Cao Ren took out the drunken fairy grass. If it was ordinary or other kids, Cao Renli would not pay attention to it, but for today's Yun Fan, he was so pitiful that his heart was sour, and he couldn't bear to refuse. On the yellow thick lining in the small wooden box, there is a three-inch-long grass, red roots and white paths and green leaves, even if it is dry, it is still brightly colored. "How can I use this, and how much can I sell it for?" Yun Fan pretended to be a curious baby again.

"Just sprinkle a little on the incense burner, just sprinkle it on the incense burner. Generally, it is reluctant to use it that way, and it is mostly used to configure top-level anesthetics. This grass must be at least tens of thousands. "He's talking about gold coins, of course.

Yun Fan grabbed the wooden box and turned around and ran, shouting, "I want it." "That's enough red crystal on the counter.

When he got home, the Master who had planned to come to help him cook had not yet arrived, and she had to wait for her in-laws' breakfast first. Ming Feng was shouting and stretching his fists and feet in the backyard, and the little junior sister dutifully burned paper and incense in front of the spirit of the hall. Yun Fan slipped into the kitchen from the side of the house and loaded a bowl of rice. There were a lot of people who came to help yesterday, and I had to invite some familiar or helpful neighbors to have a meal at noon today, and last night Master Ming and some neighborhood women who took the initiative to help with the cooking had already made a lot of cooked food. Yun Fan carried the bowl into the firewood house, knocked lightly twice on the wooden lid of the cellar, then slowly lifted the lid, climbed in and held the lid again. "Uncle, are you awake? I've got you some to eat. Yun Fan shouted softly. Pop, the people in Tsing Yi rubbed fire paper (a flammable paper impregnated with phosphide, which ignites when rubbed) and lit an oil lamp. "Okay, come on, put this. Thank you so much. The man in Tsing Yi said.

Yun Fan replied: "No thanks, you slept well last night." ”

"It's good. How is your house arranged today? ”

"Well, I'm the only one in my family now, and I don't have any other relatives, so I plan to cremate my mother today. Oh, when it burns, the smoke may seep into the cellar, and it may choke you, so I'll tell you. ”

"Hehe, it's okay, what an attentive little guy. I spent a whole day in the water yesterday and couldn't get to death, and a little smoke was fine. ”

"Don't breathe for a day?" Yun Fan was taken aback, this was too much beyond the scope of his knowledge.

"How can I be, I'm not dead. I have a treasure, a water shield, that I can breathe in the water. The man in Tsing Yi said with a smile.

Yun Fan was very worried in his heart, he didn't know if his method would work, and deliberately mentioning the smoke would drift into the cellar, just to lower the vigilance of the other party, and now he heard that he could breathe in the water with treasures, and his heart was already cold.

The man in Tsing Yi saw that Yun Fan was depressed, thinking that he should not mention the word dead, so he changed the topic and said: "You said yesterday that you worship me as a teacher, and you said that you have a master, what's the matter, can you tell me?" "The people of Tsing Yi want to find out Yunfan's social relations.

"No, that's not a master who learns martial arts, that's a blacksmith master, and I apprentice him to make iron." Yun Fan said, "Can you teach me kung fu?" ”

"You learn martial arts for revenge, right? Then it's useless for me to teach you, Zan Yu's martial arts are too high, and I can't beat him. I'll help you find a great master in the future. The last sentence is clearly perfunctory.

Yun Fan didn't really want to learn from him, he originally wanted to find out his name in this way, so he wasn't too disappointed, "Is Zan Yu's martial arts very high, how high is it?" ”

"How can I tell you, there are martial artists and cultivators in the world, and there are warriors, warriors, intellectuals and spirits. Ordinary people are not warriors, but the strength is different, collectively referred to as wrestlers, which means that they can only do hard work, at most there is a brute force. High-level wrestlers can lift thousands of pounds and smash boulders. Even so, he still hasn't touched the threshold of cultivation. Therefore, warriors in the usual sense do not include wrestlers. From the wrestler to the jinshi is considered to be the entry, the true qi wanders, the internal training of the five organs, the external training of the muscles and bones, from the root to change the essence of strength. Jinshi cultivates to a high depth, or his body is as light as a swallow, stepping on snow without a trace, or his body is as hard as iron, and he breaks gold with his bare hands. When it comes to Zhishi, it is even more powerful, Gang Qi enters the device, chops gold and iron, is invincible, flying flowers and picking leaves, and can also hurt people. Further up, there is the spiritual warrior, whose true qi is separated from the body like a blade, killing people invisibly. I have just broken through the wrestler level, and I have just entered the Jinshi, and Zan Yu should already be the middle level of the Jinshi. ”

Yun Fan listened to the kung fu he described, and his heart sank. Martial arts on the earth, with the development of science and technology, have declined to only play a role in physical fitness. Profound martial arts have only been seen in novels. Lin Chong and Lu Zhishen are about the high-level of the wrestler, as for the high-level of the Jinshi, I don't know if the fictional Chu Xiangshuai and Zhang Wuji are enough, the Zhishi and the Lingshi, it must not be the characters in myths and legends to correspond, it won't be so magical.

Yun Fan still hasn't given up, is it true that the human beings in this world are naturally suitable for martial arts training, "Like me, how long does it take to train to the high level of Jinshi?" ”

The man in Tsing Yi smiled, "How long?" The biggest possibility is that you will not be able to reach it in a lifetime. Everyone in the world practices martial arts, and there is less than one in a thousand who can practice to the high level of a strong warrior. As the saying goes, if you are poor and rich in martial arts, it is so simple to practice. It is necessary to have the right exercises, the right master, and a large number of body forging and health herbs, otherwise it will only hurt more and more the more you practice. You want to catch up with Zan Yu in martial arts in this life, it's too extravagant. What are the conditions of his family, now known as the emperor of Haizhou, if he can live longer, in the future, he will be advanced to the level of knowledge, the spirit is not a dream, the monk is possible, how can you do it. "Yun Fan is extremely frustrated. The man in Tsing Yi encouraged: "Don't be too discouraged, Zan Yu will kill himself if he does too much injustice, there are many more powerful people in the world than him, maybe one day he will be taken headed." Also, my family commander will never tolerate this traitor going free all the time. ”

"Forget it, if someone else kills him, it's for something else, and it has nothing to do with me." Yun Fan, who couldn't lift his spirits, didn't want to say any more, so he arched his hand and retreated, sitting at home and waiting for someone's death, that can also be called revenge?