The wind swept through the outer city like a knife, and every candle flame was a place to return, and when he returned to the door, Fang Ping collided with an old woman with gray hair and dry skin.

This is Aunt Zhou, who lives in Mouse Alley, Fang Ping said hello, entered the house and asked, "Mother, Aunt Zhou, what did she come to do with you." ”

"Just talking." Li Rou replied with a smile.

Fang Ying jumped out: "No, Aunt Zhou is here to bless." ”

"What blessing?"

Fang Ying held up a piece of ghost-drawn talisman paper: "Na, this is it." ”

"This is the spirit talisman that Zhou Damiang asked for from the archmage, and it can be placed at home to drive away evil spirits and avoid disasters, and live a long life."

"Aunt Zhou also took her mother to listen to the chanting of the archmage, and said that many uncles and aunts, grandparents and grandparents in the alley have become believers of the archmage."

Li Rou nodded, admitting that Fang Ying was telling the truth.

"Blessing of bullshit!"

Fang Ping snatched the spirit talisman and threw it into the snow outside the house, and when he turned around, he said solemnly: "Those are all magic sticks pretending to be gods and tricks to bewitch the people, I won't be at home in the future, don't let that Zhou Auntie enter the house!"

Don't believe what she says about bullshit archmage. ”

In the troubled times, the demons are dancing wildly, there are bullies like Zhao Hu who oppress the people at the bottom, and there are also sects that are demagogic and want to do great things, similar to such a sect, once they fall into it, it is difficult to get out.

Brainwashing, you know, if people are instilled with a certain thought, it will be difficult to become a normal person.

"Ping'er, don't be angry, how do I know that Aunt Zhou...... You're here to fool me. ”

Li Rou is a relative in her heart, she doesn't think so much about being a woman, she just thinks that she has been a neighbor for many years, and she won't harm herself.

If it weren't for Fang Ping, she might have really gone to worship.

"This matter is over, Fang Ying, you supervise our mother, don't open the door for her if the aunt comes back that week."

"Good! I supervise! Fang Ying accepted the task.

After a night of silence, Fang Ping cultivated in the visualization space as usual, and when he went to the Fuwei Dart Bureau on the second day, a major incident occurred.

Li Darthead, who went out to dart, was seriously injured, and was carried back by people who were dying, and several dart masters who accompanied him also hung up the color, and also folded two executioners, which was a big loss for the Fuwei Dart Bureau.

Especially if the goods were robbed, it was a batch of goods worth thousands of taels of silver, and if they couldn't be recovered, the Fuwei Dart Bureau would have to compensate according to the price.

Zheng Jinshan, the chief dart leader, was furious, and personally went out with several big dart heads, ten dart masters, and fifty executioners, and rushed to the outside of the city to negotiate with the "black merry gang" who robbed the goods.

When Fang Ping was clearing the snow at the front door, he glanced at Zheng Jinshan, the head of the dart, from a distance, Zheng Jinshan, who was nearly sixty years old, his hair was black, his spirit was full of energy, his temples were bulging high, and the snowflakes falling from the sky were an inch away from him and were bounced away by an invisible aura.

"The great master of the middle and third grades!"

Fang Ping understands that in the martial arts, the nine grades to the seventh grade are the lower three grades, the sixth to the fourth grade are the middle three grades, the third grade to the first grade are the upper three grades, and the first grade is a step, but there is no insurmountable gap.

If the Nine-Rank Copper Skin Realm Martial Artist sneaks up, he can still kill the Eight-Rank Martial Artist.

But the gap between the middle three products and the next three products is big, and the middle and third masters in Shanyang County are counted and counted, and a new middle and third grade master can not be born in a few years.

Afternoon.

Fuwei dart game on the martial arts field.

A few left-behind dart masters made moves on the martial arts field, lifting stone locks and stepping horses.

Although Fang Ping entered the martial arts, the "Turtle Breath Breath Absorption Technique" was only a health preservation skill, and there was no substantial lethality.

Watching the two dart masters who passed the tricks on the martial arts field, their fists and feet collided, exploding like spring thunder, and there were many changes in one move and one style.

Fang Ping silently recorded the moves of the two dart masters, and after entering the consciousness space at night, two figures came out of the fog in front of Fang Ping, one swung his fist, and the other swept his leg to attack Fang Ping.

The moves deduced by the two figures were exactly the same as those of the two dart masters in the martial arts arena of the daytime dart game, and in the face of the two figures' pinching attacks, Fang Ping was hit in an instant.

It didn't hurt or itch, but if it were put in reality, he might have vomited blood and collapsed.

"Again."

Fang Ping inhaled and exhaled heavily, the qi and blood in his body surged rapidly, and his skin was also dyed with a layer of red, in terms of speed, strength, and defense, the overall level was raised to a higher level.

This is also the advantage of the "Turtle Breath Breath Technique", which does not have substantial lethality, but it is flawless. Prolong life, strengthen the body at the same time, but also to the blood surge, so as to enhance the strength of the body in all aspects.

Fang Ping then fought with the two figures, rushing at first, but later adapting to various changes in moves little by little.

Just like the figure of the leg method at this moment, the long legs are like the axe slashing towards Fang Ping, the figure of the fist method, like a hungry tiger pounced, a punch hit Fang Ping's spine, but at the last moment, Fang Ping squatted down on his knees, his body rotated, and while avoiding the fist behind him, a hand knife slashed at the ribs of the figure in front of him.

"The moves of these two figures are empty, but they are enough. I can often go to the dart arena to watch the dart masters perform their moves and note down their moves.

In the evening, I came back to the visualization space to have a visualization battle, and in the long run, I had no experience of fighting with people's lives. ”

Fang Ping secretly rejoiced, since he had a golden finger, he had to make the most of it.

A few days later, Zheng Jinshan, the head of the dart, came back and looked proud.

After he personally went out and negotiated, the "Black Merry Gang", known as a thousand people and thousands of horses, bowed his head and compromised, returned the goods, and promised not to use the darts of the Fuwei Dart Bureau from now on.

This news spread all over Shanyang County like wings, and the reputation of the Fuwei Dart Bureau was also strengthened.

On the martial arts field.

While clearing the snow, Fang Ping spied on the martial arts of several dart masters when they were fighting.

"You kid has been watching it for a few days, and you want to learn martial arts?" A palm rested on Fang Ping's shoulder.

Fang Ping turned around and saw a young man dressed in brocade clothes, with an excellent face, red lips and white teeth, handsome and beautiful.

It is not difficult to judge from the delicate skin alone, this is a son born in a rich family.

"Don't know me?" The young man smiled: "My name is Bai Yunfei, and I am also one of the dart masters of this Fuwei Dart Bureau, you haven't heard of me, it's because I've only been here for a month." ”

"White darthead." Fang Ping was solemn.

There are clear hierarchies in Shanyang County, and the Fuwei Dart Bureau is also orderly.

Executioner, dart master, dart head, total dart head.

The one who can become a dart master is not an eight-rank martial artist, in other words, this guy, who is as personable as a boy, is the strength of the eight-rank martial arts.

"Bai Gongzi is here, come and accompany us."

"That's it, I heard a long time ago that Bai Gongzi is coming to our dart game, I don't believe it yet, I don't think it's true."

Several dart masters on the martial arts arena shouted with respect and flattery on their faces.

Fang Ping took the opportunity to leave, and when he returned to the miscellaneous courtyard, he found out that Bai Yunfei was the son of a big family in the inner city, and he was also a gentleman, so he didn't know what was crazy, so he suddenly came to the Fuwei Dart Bureau as a dart master.

"Everyone has their own aspirations, it may be the young master of a big family who comes to experience the suffering of the world."

Fang Ping was noncommittal and stayed up until work.

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