Xu Chuan stood in place.

Drawing his sword, flat arms, and horizontal swords in front of his chest, he put on a strange posture as if he was about to commit suicide, but he blocked all the empty doors in front of his chest.

However, this seemingly defensive sword, the next moment, suddenly changed.

With the next hurried rush of the foot, this perfectly defended sword turned into a stormy slash in an instant.

At this moment, Xu Chuan forgot about the left and right and abandoned the behind.

In his eyes and heart, only the sword in front of him remained.

Regardless of the front and back, there is no way forward.

The powerful sword intent blends with the sword body.

The red glow pierced the air like a thunderbolt, and in an instant stabbed at Wuzhu's front door.

This sword is enough for him to kill the eighth grade with the body of the seventh grade.

Its strength is naturally extraordinary.

However, the next moment, Wuzhu retreated, flat arms, and horizontal swords, and they used Gu Qian!

The sword light like red thunder was blocked by his brilliant move in the blink of an eye.

Not only that, the speed and strength used by Wuzhu happened to be on par with Xu Chuan, not a single point high, not a single point worse.

With such incredible accuracy, if Xu Chuan didn't know that Wuzhu was a robot, he would probably be discouraged and frustrated.

After Wuzhu stopped Xu Chuan's sword in front of Gu Qian, he left a sentence: "You can follow Fan Xian to me in the future." ”

When the words fell, he flew up like a dark shadow and disappeared into the distance.

Xu Chuan looked at the red Luoxia Sword in his hand in a daze, and said in his heart, did he agree? It's that simple?

Standing quietly in place, he still didn't understand why Wuzhu would accept his existence so easily.

He didn't realize it at the moment that although Fan Xian hadn't done anything, he had also done everything.

Fan Xian brought him here, he was already showing his trust in him, and Fan Xian's trust meant Wuzhu's trust, so Wuzhu had actually accepted him from the beginning.

Returning to Count Sinan's Beppu, Xu Chuan asked the old lady to borrow it for a while.

The old lady looked at him for a long time, and finally agreed to this matter under Fan Xian's soft words.

As for the follow-up incident of the poison assassination, Xu Chuan didn't care, the old lady and Wuzhu would help Fan Xian handle it cleanly.

It's just that in the following period, Fan Xian was always a little sad.

Of course, the impact of this incident in Nanqing Kyoto was even greater, and the person from the Inspection Institute could hardly bear the fact that someone under his name would assassinate Fan Xian.

However, these naturally have nothing to do with Xu Chuan.

In the remote grocery store, Fan Xian looked at Xu Chuan with a gloating face, cutting shredded radish uprightly.

After knowing that Xu Chuan was also going to find Uncle Wuzhu to learn martial arts, he had always been in a state of excitement that someone finally suffered with him.

The miserable private class trained by Wuzhu suddenly came to a newcomer.

That's naturally a nice part of watching a good show.

However, after looking at it for a while, he found that the shredded radish cut by Xu Chuan was no worse than the one he had cut for several years.

The roots are crystal clear, and the thickness is not at all different.

And then squatting and climbing cliffs, Xu Chuan also showed an amazing level.

Even Fan Xian's most painful sparring, Xu Chuan was also enthusiastic.

Especially the metamorphosis to the unimaginable recovery speed, which really let him know what it means to have a physique that is stronger than the ninth grade.

As a result, Fan Xian became even more sad.

He felt that he and Xu Chuan were like two magnetic poles in the north and south of a class.

A poor student, an excellent student.

And he is the real bad student.

This made him very sad, and of course it also aroused the strength in his heart not to admit defeat, and he became much harder.

Xu Chuan just looked at this scene with a smile, and then immersed himself in the increasingly difficult training given to him by Wuzhu.

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

This year, Fan Xian is fifteen, and he is already eighteen years old.

After finishing today's training, Xu Chuan suddenly said to Fan Xian: "I'm going back to Dongyi City." ”

Fan Xian was stunned for a moment, although he was a little reluctant in his heart, he quickly laughed and said, "Okay, I will go to Dongyi City as a guest in the future, you have to entertain me well." ”

Xu Chuan also smiled and said: "Naturally, what flies in the sky, swims in the sea, whatever you want to eat, I can find it for you." ”

That night, Fan Xian personally cooked and made seven or eight dishes.

The two set up a table in the backyard, drinking wine in the light of day.

After three rounds of drinking, the two of them chatted.

Xu Chuan's face was slightly red, and he said with a somewhat mysterious expression: "Fan Xian, I'll tell you a secret!" ”

Hearing this, Fan Xian became interested, leaned over and said, "What secret?" ”

Xu Chuan said happily: "Do you know that my master, the one who secretly always calls him an idiot, likes your mother!" ”

Fan Xian was stunned for a moment, he was actually not impressed by his mother who he had never met, most of them only occasionally knew two sentences of his mother's past from Wuzhu's mouth, and suddenly heard this sentence, and he was a little surprised: "Great Grandmaster, like my mother?" ”

Xu Chuan smiled and said, "Great Grandmaster? Without your mother, where is there a great master in this world? ”

He shook his head and said: "Forget it, don't talk about your mother, anyway, what I saw in your room that day was a dream of red mansions, why didn't you write Journey to the West, among the four famous novels, I think this is better." ”

Fan Xian was still immersed in the shock brought by the words of the great master in this world without your mother, and when he heard this, he was completely shocked.

He opened his mouth and pointed at Xu Chuan, not knowing whether he was excited or frightened.

"You, you, you too?"

Xu Chuan glanced at him and said nonchalantly: "This is stammering, traverser, I am, you may not be." ”

This sentence is too informative, and the secret that has been buried in his heart for countless years was suddenly revealed like this, Fan Xian only felt that his mood was like riding a roller coaster, with ups and downs, and it was difficult to calm down.

He just wanted to ask what this might mean, but he saw Xu Chuan wave his hand and said, "Don't ask, don't ask, don't tell, after telling you, you will have less happiness in understanding the riddle, this is not good, not good." ”

Fan Xian was sweating all over his head, and said hurriedly: "Big brother, don't, I don't want to solve the riddle, you tell me directly, this is heart-wrenching, I can't sleep well." ”

Xu Chuan patted Fan Xian's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, your mother left you a letter, and after you see it, you will understand everything." ”

He got up, drank the last sip of wine in the cup, and said with a smile: "I have already told the old lady that I am leaving, and now that I have practiced drinking, I should also leave, and remember to help me tell Uncle Wuzhu and thank him for taking care of him for the past three years!" ”

With that, he put down his glass, rose lightly, and floated out of the courtyard.

After a while, a neighing sounded outside the Beppu of Count Sinan, and it gradually disappeared with the crisp sound of horses' hooves.

In front of the wine table, Fan Xianyao raised his glass, drank the yellow wine in the cup with a complicated expression, and fell into a long silence.

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