He took out two silver ingots.

One of the two monks, fair and just.

Silver is a good thing!

The two monks reached out and took the silver, rubbed their eyes, there was no sunlight on the numbness, why was the light so dazzling?

"After collecting the money, why don't you hurry up?" Liu Ergou looked disdainful.

In particular, he is still a monk, and his six roots are pure, and he is not like a beggar who sees money.

"Okay, okay, please come with the poor monks." The two monks leaned their ears and led the way. Fang Shibo ordered Wu Renxin to settle the injured brother, and ordered Liu Ergou to lead people to build a mourning hall for the dead brother.

As for those who are not injured, find a place to live on their own.

The temple was too small to accommodate a few people, so it was given to the injured number, and the others built grass huts by themselves.

After three days of busy work, the accommodation problem was finally solved, and the dead brother was also buried after the undead.

Fang Shibo personally erected a flag, with white characters on a black background, and righteous characters at the head.

Since then, the beggars have transformed into the Black Flag Army.

The black flag is waving in the wind, and the hunt is sounding. He looked up at the black flag, his thoughts were full of thoughts, and his chest was heaving.

From now on, he will officially step into the rivers and lakes as a dignified young master of the Fang family.

"Boss, we don't have much food."

Wu Renxin stepped forward cautiously.

Fang Shibo came back to his senses, he was no longer the carefree little young master, he was the head of the Black Flag Army, and he had a hundred and ten mouths under him.

He took a deep breath.

"Don't be afraid, we have a lot of gold and silver treasures in our hands, just go down the mountain and buy it."

"However, we have just made a big fuss in the county, Tian Ruanfu must be searching us everywhere, I am afraid that it will be dangerous to go." Wu Renxin said.

Fang Shibo wanted to kick him to death.

Can't you go to a special county seat, isn't there a township nearby?

If you can't do it again, go to Jinmen Mansion to buy it!

Wu Renxin smiled awkwardly and left.

The weather was gloomy and the mountain winds were biting.

Fang Shibo put his hands behind his back, standing in the wind, proud, lonely.

Snowflakes are falling, and the scenery is blurring in front of you. He suddenly remembered that the New Year would be in half a month.

……

The white is snow, and the red is plum.

In Merlin, Fang Shiqing was practicing swords. She was wrapped in a dark purple gorgeous dress and a red gauze coat, her steps were like a shadow, her body was elegant, sometimes light as a spring swallow, sometimes as vigorous as a goshawk. The jade wrist rotated, and the sword in his hand was as fast as a silver snake spitting out a letter, hissing and breaking the wind, and like a green dragon swimming away too empty, making the wind and clouds change color.

The sword wind swept up the white snow and the red plums, flying all over the sky.

Her three thousand green silks moved with the wind, her eyes were sharp, and her killing moves were frequent......

Kong Fang sat in the Xiangxue Pavilion, making tea while admiring his wife's sword practice......

Don't be so fairy-like.

He was proud, when suddenly a white light struck, but when he heard the "horn" sound softly, his head was really hit by a snowball, and in a panic, he almost splashed himself with tea.

He was panicking, and Fang Shiqing snickered from among the plum trees.

Oops, if you don't fight for three days, don't you go to the house to uncover the tiles?

Lao Tzu has also practiced, come, come, let's practice!

Kong Fang took three steps and made two steps, and when he came to Merlin, he drew the dagger he had brought with him as a dagger, and then set it up in a decent manner. But I saw that his feet were together, his arms were slightly bent, and he held the knife in his right hand, and the tip of the knife was slightly flat backwards. Make a fist with your left hand with the eye of your fist facing inward and your head facing to the left.

Madame, look at the move!

Kill!

He shouted.

But I saw him stomp on the ground with his right foot, block with his left hand with his left foot, and stab him with his right hand in front of his left hand.

Kill!

He shouted again.

He suddenly took a step forward with his right foot, quickly turned his body to the left into a horse step, swung his left hand to his waist, and cut his right hand horizontally in front of his abdomen.

Kill!

He shouted again.

He quickly dodged to the left into a left lunge to charge up, and the right lunge suddenly exerted force, and the dagger stabbed to the right side.

……

The military training dagger drill eight styles were completed in his shouting and killing.

The corners of Fang Shiqing's mouth were slightly curled, and as he gradually flattened out with one move, the expression on his face gradually changed from joking to solemn.

That move and style, did not use internal force, and there was a sense of murder; If internal force is used, it must be the most fierce knife technique in hand-to-hand combat.

Didn't Sour Xiucai say that he didn't know martial arts, what are you practicing?

Kong Fang suddenly realized that things were not good.

's role was originally set as a sour Xiucai who was full of experience and powerlessness, did the dagger drill just now expose anything......

Hey...... Hey......

Madame, that's actually it......

He smiled shyly.

How daring!

Fang Shiqing sneered. Stretched out your hand and twisted his ear, you actually hid from Miss Ben to practice martial arts, and said, what kind of heart do you have?

Hurt...... Hurt......

Kong Fang leaned short and protected his ears and cried out in pain.

It hurts.

To say or not to say? Don't believe it or not, Miss Ben cut it to drink?

Kong Fang has a bitter face. Of course he believes, there is nothing in this world that she does not dare to do.

"Madam, if I say that I will do it before I come to Fang's house, do you believe it?"

Fang Shiqing was stunned for a moment.

There was a gap of ten years between the time they were separated at the age of eight and the time they met again. Ten years, a lot can happen.

In ten years, he can boil himself into a nerd, and of course he can also practice knife skills with empty moves.

Fang Shiqing let go of his hand.

Kong Fang rubbed his ears, painful and aggrieved, with tears in his eyes.

"Follow me."

Fang Shiqing glanced at him and said softly. Kong Fang bowed his head and followed him, like a wronged little daughter-in-law. The two returned to the room, and Fang Shiqing closed the door with his hand.

As the light dimmed, Kong Fang felt apprehensive for a while, thinking that it would not be, although we are a legal husband and wife, but now in broad daylight, it should not be suitable to do it...... We all love to do things, right?

What are you thinking?

Fang Shiqing's ears were hot, and he slapped his brain hard, thinking about some dirty things!

Kong Fang's neck shrank, damn it, he forgot that his wife knew how to read minds.

Fang Shiqing took out an antique small box from the cupboard, opened the box, took out a thread-bound book, and handed it to Kong Fang.

"Jiuyang Heart Sutra"!

Based on his experience of reading martial arts novels in his previous life, he could guess that this was a secret book for practicing internal skills. The question is, is he a traverser, can he practice the ancient internal strength and mental method?

"This is the inner strength of the mind. When you practice internal strength, coupled with your knife skills, you can have the ability to protect yourself. Fang Shiqing said.

"Just self-preservation?" Kong Fang pouted.

"What? Could it be that you still want to become a generation of martial arts masters? Fang Shiqing said jokingly.

Then he sighed and said: "The Nine Yang Heart Sutra is originally a superior internal strength method, if you practice since childhood, maybe you can really become a martial arts master, but unfortunately it's too late." ”

"If you can practice to the first level, it will be enough to deal with seven or eight ordinary ruffians, and with your sword skills, you can abuse them into dogs!"

"What if you get to the second level?"

Kong Fang was curious.

"Can I fight you for 300 rounds?"

Fang Shiqing was about to reprimand him for daydreaming, but suddenly saw that his eyes were abnormal, it was very obscene, and there was that smile......

One word:

Cheap!