Feng's small courtyard.

The sloppy old man looked out of the courtyard with blazing eyes, took a sip, and muttered, "These dog-legged noses in the imperial court are very smart, and they smell it so quickly, and they want to stretch out their dog's paws... Hum! It seems that the emperor in the Forbidden City is still not dead! ”

"The old man hasn't slept yet, what are you looking at here, looking at the stars?" Sharp smiled and walked in.

Glancing at the sky, the clouds were thick, not to mention the stars, and the moon was also wooden.

But this kind of weather can't affect Fengrui's mood.

Today's first day of opening, but I made nearly a tael of silver.

Although Feng Rui doesn't know that one or two pieces of silver is more money in reality, but think about three cents and one pound of rice, this two halves of silver can buy five hundred catties, and it will soon catch up with the harvest of two acres of paddy fields.

It is said that the hour of the hour, that is, around half past nine, is only the beginning of the nightlife in reality, but in the era when the black light is blind and the gas is expensive, the curfew is open, and people go to bed early.

In the past month, Feng Rui has also gotten rid of the stinky problem of staying up late.

"Yes, staying up late is definitely a stinky problem!" Feng Rui touched his little face.

How smooth and bouncy!

And the waist is not sore, the legs are not painful, the endocrine is normal, and now I don't feel tired for a day, which shows that it is good to go to bed early and get up early.

"Humph! Look at a fool being targeted and come to other people's side! The scruffy old man glanced sharply.

Secretly said, how did this kid become stupid after he was injured and lost his mind.

In the past, although he was silent, he was very cautious and observant, but now he is full of flowers and has no heart and lungs.

"Since the tavern is open, we must continue to practice from tonight!" The scruffy old man shook his head.

There are still big things to do, and we need to hurry up.

In the battle of Mobei in the Sword Saint Yuwen Jidao, the old cow of Wudang was seriously injured in the nose, but he was through the heavens before he died, and he counted the calamity in the world.

In the next few years, the heads of the three factions of Shaolin, Wudang, and the beggar gang began to secretly search for the Tongtian Sword Box.

This matter was very hidden at the time, and only the heads of the three factions knew about it.

Forty years ago, Shaolin's Yin Lantern Gong participated in the creation of the Heavenly Opportunity, and calculated that the Tongtian Sword Box fell into the hands of the Northwest Yifeng surname.

But this matter was overheard by one of Yin Deng's apprentices, and the little bald donkey actually betrayed Shaolin and took refuge in Tongtian Sword Shrine.

And the ancestor of the Xingfeng family was also vigilant, and sold his family property early and fled to the Central Plains, and the information was interrupted.

Thirty-eight years ago, although Yuwen Jidao died, his son Yuwen Hongtu took over the Tongtian Sword Tomb.

The heads of the three factions feel more and more that the catastrophe on earth is coming.

The sloppy old man handed over the beggar gang to his nephew Ke Jinlong, and he carefully searched for it from the northwest.

The ancestor of the Feng clan disappeared in his tracks, and almost all over the Great Yin, how could it be easy to find it.

The sloppy old man was searched for thirty-seven years before he found Yongjia County.

But the Feng couple died of a strange illness in the middle of the business, which made the sloppy old man feel that something was wrong.

There is only a pair of teenage babies left in the Feng family.

The sloppy old man secretly rummaged through the Feng family's house, but he did not find the sword box of Tongtian.

As a decent person, you can't ask the two little babies, and you can't ask anything even if you think about it.

The sloppy old man stayed like this, while protecting the pair of little babies, he still wanted to find the sword box of Tongtian.

On the night of three months ago, a dark shadow came to Feng's house, and the sloppy old man chased him out.

It's just a little thief in the rivers and lakes, saying that he was entrusted by the Yin Ji of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect to steal something.

The sloppy old man sensed that something was wrong, and immediately returned to Feng's house, but fortunately, Feng Rui and Feng Qi were fine.

I thought this was the end of it.

But two months ago, Feng Rui said that he had something to do, but he didn't come back for a whole day.

When the sloppy old man found Feng Rui, Feng Rui had already fallen off the cliff with severe poison, not far from death, and fortunately the sloppy old man was pregnant with a sixteen-grade innate elixir.

The sloppy old man felt that Feng Rui was still the same sharp edge, but there must have been a change.

As for why there was a change?

The sloppy old man didn't want to be white for a while.

"Practice? Old man, you don't look at what time it is, let's wash and sleep! Feng Rui looked at the sloppy old man who was deep in thought, and quietly wanted to run into the room.

Get fit?

Just practice radio gymnastics, and if you don't do square dancing, it's not bad.

It's just that now there is no music, so I can only dance awkwardly.

As for practicing?

Feng Rui doesn't want to get involved in the grievances of the rivers and lakes, and he doesn't want to fight and kill, what to do with martial arts!

The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty!

I think that as long as I get involved in martial arts, I will definitely be involved in the right and wrong of the rivers and lakes in the future.

Feng Rui was so quiet that he couldn't enter the room.

The sloppy old man took a lonely crutch in his hand, and fixed Feng Rui in the courtyard.

Then after a few more strokes, Feng Rui was forced to pose in a strange pose.

Then the sloppy old man slapped his palm on the door of Feng Rui's head, and an air flow poured in, and the frightened Feng Rui almost became incontinent.

Isn't this a scary brainstorm!

A few minutes later.

"Strange! The old beggar's internal force has indeed entered his body this year, why is there still no change... The sloppy old man touched his sharp wrist again and muttered, "It seems that the cow's nose and the old bald donkey must have seen it for themselves... ”

Feng Rui scolded his mother in his heart, not to mention pulling his wrist, and posing himself in such a strange shape, which made his whole body sore, unable to speak, unable to move, and it seemed that he was still pointed.

Point point?

So is the wind in the brain just now the master passing on the skills?

But I don't feel the slightest, or the sloppy old man is reluctant to do his skills and just make a show.

Feng Rui speculated to himself.

Zhou Wutong is already asleep, and the seven or eight-year-old little doll has to go to bed early and get up early.

Feng Qi and Zhou Wuji, who cleaned up the concierge shop, also came to the small courtyard.

Feng Qi poses in the same shape as Feng Rui.

Feng Rui glanced at it slightly, and secretly screamed obediently.

But after seeing the shape of Fengqi being laid down, the breath around his body was bulging, and his face was flushed, which showed that his blood and qi were flourishing, and his muscles and bones were gurgling, which should be constantly strengthening his muscles and bones.

"This... What kind of peerless miracle is this? It turns out that my sister has been learning martial arts for a long time.,But it's still hiding it from me.。。。 Zhou Wu scolded the sloppy old man longer than he saw the five-spiced smoked chicken, looked at Feng Qi and Feng Rui greedily, and looked at the sloppy old man, and knelt down and kowtowed.

"Do you really want to learn martial arts?" The sloppy old man didn't dodge this time.

"The disciple has thought about it, he really wants to learn martial arts." Zhou Wu replied.

"It's not impossible to pass on your martial arts, but I'm afraid that if this martial arts are passed on, they will definitely implicate you, and I'm afraid that there will be a danger of life and death, are you afraid?" The sloppy old man pinched Zhou Wuzhi again, and nodded with satisfaction.

Although Zhou Wuji is the son of a tenant, he is amazingly strong and powerful.

"Danger? Is it dangerous to learn martial arts? Isn't Brother Rui and Sister Chess also in danger! Zhou Wuji glanced at the Feng brothers and sisters who seemed to be settled, nodded even more firmly, and said, "Then I have to learn more, I not only want to be a hero like Nie Daxia, but also learn martial arts to protect Brother Rui and his chess sister." ”

"Excellent! From now on, you are my disciple of the Eight Remnants, and I hope that you can learn martial arts well and help the brothers and sisters of the Feng family. The sloppy old man took out a book from his arms, "This is my beggar gang entry exercises, is the three generations of beggar gang heads created by the inner family exercises, called stinky dirt exercises, practice can run the body of the true qi into the body surface dirt, it will be turned into a body to protect the armor in general, not afraid of ordinary swords... ”

"Stinky Dirt Gong!" Zhou Wuzhi took the cheats with both hands like a treasure.

Although it is only a beggar gang introductory exercise, it can be regarded as very powerful.

You must know that many disciples of the sect have worked hard all their lives, and they may not be able to be tempered with the mental method of internal strength.

Zhou Wuji quickly looked at it.

"Stinky Dirt Gong! No wonder the sloppy old man is reluctant to wash off the oil stain, it turned out to be a body protector, but he was so sloppy and learned how to see people, and fortunately his body and little sister did not learn, otherwise he would really become a little flower child. Feng Rui complained in his heart.

But I didn't know that it was really sharp back then, but I kowtowed to learn the stinky dirt skills.

It's just that the sloppy old man didn't want to be too conspicuous to the Feng family brothers and sisters, so he didn't pass it on.

As for passing down the beggar gang's dragon subjugation method, it was because the sloppy old man felt it when he participated in the creation, and he felt that the calamity should be on the brothers and sisters of the Feng family. Now that the true qi of Fengrui's internal force has suddenly disappeared, the sloppy old man is not in a hurry on the surface, and his heart has already turned over the pot.

The sloppy old man didn't know how sharp he was in his heart, but at this time, he was anxious and wanted to scream, "Zhou Wuzhi has practiced the stinky and dirty skills, and he is sloppy and sloppy, how can he be a running hall, wouldn't his tavern be yellow if he has no running hall." ”

glanced at Zhou Wuji, who was obsessed, and his sharp heart was cold.

The sloppy old man seemed to be able to see through Feng Rui's mind, and snorted coldly, "You kid has lost his money now." ”

The sloppy old man woke up Zhou Wu, who was still addicted, "It's the old beggar who is anxious, you don't have any martial arts foundation, and you can't understand this cheat." Just an emergency, an emergency is an emergency... ”

The sloppy old man was lonely again, and he also put Zhou Wuji into a peculiar shape, and then slapped him on the head with a palm.

Is this to pour wind into Zhou Wu's brain?

Wrong, this is to pass on the gong to Zhou Wu!

But seeing the sloppy old man's oily slap...

Oops, you can't forget to wash your hair for a while, Feng Rui suddenly thought.

returned to the topic, but saw the sloppy old man slap on Zhou Wuji's head.

The green tendons on Zhou Wuji's brain were immediately rooted, like earthworms wriggling.

Zhou Wuji's face began to redden, and his teeth rattled, which seemed to be very painful.

"Silent luck true qi, follow the previous internal force operation and transfer away." The sloppy old man withdrew his palm, and looked at Zhou Wuji, who was full of red light, very satisfied.

It only took five years of internal strength to open up the twelve canons in Zhou Wuji's body, which is a material that can be made.

The sloppy old man took Zhou Wuji's wrist again, "Yes, there is already a lifetime of internal force." ”

The sloppy old man looked at Feng Rui again.

It's not that there's something wrong with his own transmission, the problem really lies with Feng Rui.

"It seems that I still have to ask someone to find the Yin Ji of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect... The sloppy old man muttered, and then a dodge out of the courtyard.

The three people in strange poses in the small courtyard did not move.

A little girl has no wind around her body.

A burly young man's face grew more and more ruddy.

There was also a young man whose face was getting paler.