The old beggar smiled when he saw the floating dust: "Come, go on!"

Fuchen pointed to his face and said helplessly: "Old beggar, let me go!

When the old beggar heard this, he put away the smile on his face, and instead looked at Fuchen very seriously, which made Fuchen feel even more uncomfortable.

"If you have to endure hardship, you can stand up, you can stand hard, you can stand taller, there are more than 100,000 people in the small Dongning City, why can you stand out, the world is Kyushu, there are thousands of small places like Dongning City, all living beings, you and I are like dogs!

Don't talk about you Li Fuchen, even if it's the Chaos God Mountain! If you don't work hard, what will you take revenge? Do you rely on luck? Do you know me in front of the City God Temple?"

The old beggar picked up a bamboo cane and said solemnly.

When Fuchen heard this, he did not refute it, on the contrary, he was right, the Great Zhou Dynasty was a soldier and died, more than 100,000 people fought together, maybe the immortals waved a large number of dead and wounded, and a large part of his life depended on luck, it is true that his luck was better than ordinary people, he was rescued by the abbot master and the little monk Fang Yuan on the battlefield, and he met the old beggar in Dongning City, and it happened that the old beggar was still a master, and he went to work and got the old man Xu to send a boxing score, and he relied on the old beggar to get the first place in the last assessment of the Chaoshen Mountain, and he was finally able to enter the Chaoshen Mountain.

But isn't the Ranshen Mountain still not completed? Maybe the Ranshen Mountain lacks itself, and people don't care at all, just like there are thousands of cities like Dongning City, just like there are thousands of Li Fuchen, or even tens of thousands of Li Fuchen, why is he better than others, it all depends on luck? Obviously, his luck is not so good.

Now I know that the enemy is in the Skyclave, but I don't even know what the Skyclave is.

"I, Li Fuchen, have been unwilling to be left behind in my life, and I am like this now, and I will be like this in the future!"

As he spoke, Fuchen walked in front of Xiaoqing, picked up the knife in his hand, and walked towards the old beggar.

Many problems are no longer a problem once they are figured out, the old beggar is definitely not doing this to give himself a good look, since he can try his best to fight, understand his level and then be able to improve, the key is not to die, why not for you, the old beggar should start with a heavy hand.

After only two moves, the floating dust hit a wall, the wall was sunken in, the floating dust slid down the wall, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and his hands naturally drooped, and there was no movement.

When the old beggar saw the dust like this, he scoffed.

"In this small Dongning City, I haven't seen a genius! My realm has been suppressed to the early stage of the flesh realm, that is, your current realm, and it has been solved by me chopping cabbage, and it really doesn't work!"

Xiaoqing stood aside and looked at such a miserable floating dust, and lifted the wooden knife in his hand without saying a word, like an old beggar cutting it over.

"You white-eyed wolf who can't be raised, you want to beat the old beggar me!"

The old beggar laughed and scolded while hiding, completely losing the arrogance he had just now.

Fuchen wanted to persuade him to open his mouth is a mouthful of blood, and he can't move, but he is extremely tired and painful, and after a long time, Xiaoqing walked in front of Fuchen and wanted to help Fuchen up.

"Don't help me, be careful that you get hurt more!" said the old beggar, standing on the roof.

Xiao Qing burst out crying and said to the old beggar: "If you beat Brother Xiaohei to death, I will never pay attention to you in the future!"

Xiao Bai also bared his teeth and stared at the old beggar on the side.

Fuchen and the old beggar looked at Xiaoqing's appearance, their eyes were full of love, Fuchen wanted to raise his hand and touch Xiaoqing's head to comfort him, but no matter how hard he tried his hand, he couldn't lift it in the slightest, it should be broken!

"I didn't ...... Not...... It's okay!"

Fuchen watched Xiaoqing spit out four words with difficulty with blood, and then smiled very reluctantly.

When Xiaoqing saw this scene, he directly lay on Fuchen and cried, and said while crying: "Brother Xiaohei, don't die! Who will play with me if you die! What should I do if I can't rob others when I am a big villain in the future......

Xiaoqing cried louder and louder, and even the other beggars in the hall were startled by the crying, but they didn't blame the old beggar, but their words revealed some dissatisfaction, because the old beggar was no longer here.

The old beggar came to the kitchen on one side, set up a large cauldron, put some herbs and water in it, and began to boil the water.

After about half an hour, when it was almost burned, he poured the potion into the barrel of the bath with the dregs, and went to the backyard.

At this time, Xiaoqing was already tired of crying, and fell asleep directly on Fuchen's lap, while Xiaobai also fell asleep next to him, only Fuchen couldn't sleep because it was too painful.

The old beggar walked closer, picked up Xiaoqing and walked to the hall, and then kicked Xiaobai away, Xiaobai was kicked away and was about to get angry, but the old beggar glared back at a glance, and then walked to Fuchen's side and continued to sleep.

Fuchen watched the old beggar take Xiaoqing away, and then came back after a while, picked up Fuchen and walked to the kitchen.

He didn't take off his clothes, and threw them directly into the barrel, and at this time the potion in the barrel was still very hot, and Fuchen was about to shout when the old beggar covered his mouth with one hand.

"Bear with me!"

Hearing the old beggar's words, Fuchen could only grit his teeth and insist, thinking that the old beggar had some special intentions.

The old beggar looked at Fuchen and gritted his teeth and insisted, then walked out of the kitchen, and did not forget to turn around and say.

"Let's sleep in the potion tonight!"

How can you fall asleep? Not to mention the pain in my body like this, I was still soaked in hot water, and my face was red.

I was woken up by Xiaoqing's voice early the next morning, and I really spent the night in the bathtub.

"Brother Black! Brother Black......"

Slowly, I started crying.

"What are you crying about, in the kitchen!"

The voice of the old beggar also came from outside.

"Old beggar, you wait, when I grow up, I will find you to avenge Brother Xiaohei!"

Saying that, Xiaoqing pushed open the kitchen door, and Fuchen saw Xiaoqing with tears on her face and red eyes, not to mention how distressed she was.

"Brother Xiaohei, you're not dead, it's great!"

With that, Xiaoqing walked to the wooden barrel of floating dust and looked at floating dust with tears in his eyes.

Fuchen looked at Xiaoqing in front of him, what did he say, he tried to get up, but he really got up, he moved his hands and feet, there was really no problem, he was alive and well, but there were still some blood stains on the side of his mouth that had dried up.

"Isn't that all right?"

Fuchen wanted to reach out and touch Xiaoqing's head, but the brown potion in his hand made Fuchen stop moving, looking at Fuchen like a nobody, Xiaoqing wiped his nose and laughed!

After taking a bath, Fuchen still has a strong smell of medicine, but this is not a big problem, after making breakfast for a few people, Fuchen came to the backyard to practice boxing and knife practice.

Although the old beggar gets up early in the morning, he generally doesn't care about the floating dust, and lets the floating dust practice by himself, Xiaoqing rarely goes to sleep again, and practices with the floating dust, and works extra hard.

With this practice, I clearly felt my own progress, could I still make progress so quickly after being beaten? But thinking of the pain that my body reacted to, I still forgot it.

After eating at noon, the old beggar came to the kitchen with Fuchen, and then took a bunch of medicinal herbs and asked Fuchen to cook the medicine, although it was not a cauldron like yesterday, but a medicine jar, but this uneasy feeling instantly came to his heart, but he still did it.

After boiling the medicine, the old beggar asked Fuchen to come to the backyard with the medicine jar and Wan, and Xiaoqing also followed, staring at the old beggar all the time.

Fuchen had a premonition of what would happen next, so he said to Xiaoqing: "Xiaoqing, can you go to the hall to play for a while first!"

"No! I'm going to keep an eye on the old beggar!"

Xiaoqing's stubborn floating dust had no choice but to practice with the old beggar, and within three rounds, the floating dust rolled on the ground a few times, wanted to stand up, and then fell down before he could stand firmly.

And the old beggar looked at the floating dust that could barely stand up, passed over with one leg, fell directly to the pillar next to the medicine jar, and then slid down the pillar.

When Xiaoqing saw this scene, her eyes widened, and she stared at the old beggar, but she didn't go up to beat the old beggar again, because Fuchen told her that it was for the good of Brother Xiaohei.

The old beggar left after the fight, leaving Xiaoqing at a loss, Fuchen could only crawl forward by himself, crawled to the side of the medicine jar, poured himself a bowl of medicine, and then poured a second bowl after lying on the ground and drinking.

At dinner, the old beggar took a few people to pick up several loads of herbs from outside and put them in the kitchen, and in the evening ordered Fuchen to cook a large pot of medicine, and then went to the backyard to practice.

This scene is really funny, I cooked the medicine before I was fine, and then the medicine was still hot when I had an accident, I can only say that the speed is really fast......

A few times Xiao Lu came to the City God Temple to look for floating dust, and when he saw the floating dust like this, tears flowed down directly, and he didn't want to come back after coming a few times.

The next few days were when Fuchen was woken up by Xiaoqing from the medicine barrel during the day, and then practiced boxing by himself in the morning, boiled, beaten, and drank medicine at noon, and then boiled a wooden barrel of medicine, beaten, and bathed at night.

This kind of day lasted for a month, and the originally thin and darker floating dust directly turned into a stout yellow-faced man, relatively speaking, he could last longer in the hands of the old beggar.

"You're also equivalent to the middle of the physical realm......"

At noon, the old beggar left with a word, and Fuchen was so excited that he forgot the pain on his body.

According to what the old beggar said in his spare time, the monks in the world are divided into the three realms of mortals, the five realms of heaven and man, and the old beggar in the future will not say it again, the physical realm is divided into the flesh, the refining body, and the three realms of detachment, which is the most basic part of the monks in the world, which determines the future of the future, and the Yukong realm is the second realm of the five realms of heaven and man.

In this way, in the sparring with the old beggar, Fuchen can occasionally return the hand, just look at the old beggar's mood, something is to see that you are not pleasing to the eye, so he broke out of the unknown ability, and the wall on the north side of the City God Temple was knocked down.

In this way, another month has passed, and it has been more than two months since the departure of Ranshen Mountain.

"Tomorrow will tell you where to practice......" said the old beggar after beating the dust in the evening.