"The small reward I promised you last time will be given to you now!"

The old beggar looked at the somewhat decadent floating dust and said.

"Oh!"

Fuchen still couldn't show any interest, and the two soon returned to the City God Temple.

Everyone was also surprised that Fuchen didn't go to Chaoshen Mountain, and they were more sorry, but they only took care of their relationship more than usual, and they kept silent very tacitly, and they might not be sad if they didn't mention it, so everyone unified their voices.

When Fuchen came to the backyard, he happened to see Xiao Lu sitting on the steps.

"Little Green, why are you here?"

Fuchen asked in surprise.

"Are you alright?" Xiao Lu quickly turned around when he heard the voice, first surprised and then a little frustrated.

"It's okay, don't worry!"

Fuchen sat down next to Xiao Lu, and the two of them sat on the steps, quietly, and no one spoke.

After dinner, Midori went back.

In the next few days, Fuchen didn't see the old beggar, and everyone tried their best to maintain their previous appearance, only Xiaoqing and Xiaobai were still playing with Fuchen as before.

On the evening of the seventh day, the old beggar appeared in the backyard.

"Yours!"

The old beggar threw a black rectangular burden at the dust, then sat down on the ground and began to smoke.

Fuchen hurriedly caught it, and then saw that the old beggar didn't pay attention to himself, and stopped talking, his eyes stopped on the black baggage.

Three times two divided by two wraps of cloth untied, inside revealed a narrow wooden sheath, there is a handle on it, pure iron beating, some messy stripes appear on it, and the wooden sheath is the shape of a tiger, the tiger's back is bent, plus the tiger beast tiger tail, just formed a circle.

Looking at the shape and expression of the tiger, it is indeed very ordinary, and there are no patterns on it, well, although it is still very ordinary at first glance! But this is the first time that I have a weapon that truly belongs to me!

Looking at the shape of the sword or sword, I longed that this should be a knife, but this narrow wooden sheath made the sword more likely! I thought that it would be good for the old beggar to give him a gift, and don't be too picky......

"What are you looking at?

The old beggar urged impatiently.

"Oh!"

Saying that, Fuchen stood up, holding the wooden sheath with his left hand, and suddenly pulled it out with his right hand, only to see that what he saw in front of him was a knife that was three feet long, the blade was pitch black, no more than two fingers wide, and there was no arc, but there was a blood groove, a knife with a blade on one side......

Fuchen looked at a knife in front of him, but it was so rare, and the feeling of holding it in his hand was just right, and his heart was happy for the first time in so many days.

Whew! Whew! Swung vigorously a few times, the movement was very smooth, and the smile on Fuchen's face became bigger and bigger.

"Old beggar, my gift is not bad, is it?"

The old beggar took a puff of cigarette and said with a smile.

"I like it, I like it, what's the name of this knife?

Fuchen continued to wave his hand and said happily.

"Tiger...... The name of the knife is Tiger, but it has no origin, and it was picked up by the blacksmith shop."

The old beggar said, Fuchen stopped and looked at the tiger shape at the hilt of the knife, and thought that this name was really good! But the old beggar wanted to say that he picked it up, and he really didn't believe it, so he couldn't help but wave it again!

"I was waved blindly, there is still a book in it, pick it up and take a look!"

The old beggar looked at the waving in front of him, and said angrily.

Fuchen returned to the black cloth on the ground after the old beggar's mention, and then lifted it, and sure enough, there was a one-finger-wide book, Fuchen had a little headache when he saw the book, and when he saw such a thick one, his braincase was about to explode!

"This is also for me?"

"Nonsense!"

"What's wrong with you! Why do you like to give books? I don't know if I'm illiterate? Insult me nakedly!"

Fuchen picked up the book on the ground with both hands, looked at the old beggar and said helplessly.

"Take away your pride, I don't know what virtue you have?

"Turn to page 20!"

The old beggar stood up, picked up his cigarette stick, walked over to Fuchen, and tapped the book with his cigarette stick.

Although Fuchen said that he was illiterate, he still knew some basics, so he turned it over.

It's okay not to turn it, it's a little wrong to flip it down, looking at dozens of fragments torn off together, don't guess, it's so new, it must have been just torn off by an old beggar, looking at the villain painted on it, this book is definitely not a miscellaneous book, but a practice, right, looking at the tearing so much, my heart hurts.

I found the word twenty and looked into the book, and it was a villain holding a long knife.

"I'll teach you this one first, and I'll learn the rest later!"

As he spoke, the old beggar threw his cigarette stick into the dust, moved forward quickly, grasped the long knife stuck in the ground, and slashed forward.

"The first form, slaying the demon ......"

A gust of wind blew around, and the old beggar raised a puff of dust in the yard after a while, and as time passed, the figure of the old beggar became faster and faster......

Finally, two quarters of an hour later, the old beggar finally stopped, and the dust was still in shock, and he did not react for a long time.

"Old beggar, you are really so powerful, then what should I go to Ranshen Mountain!"

After a while, Fuchen said directly to the old beggar, seriously full of hope.

"I don't take apprentices, and you're too stupid to meet my requirements......"

The old beggar threw the knife directly to Fuchen, snatched the cigarette stick from Fuchen's hand, and left.

In the next time, Fuchen pestered the old beggar, hoping that he would accept him, but the old beggar just taught Fuchen the knife technique, Xiaoqing pestered Fuchen and sharpened a small wooden knife for her according to her own knife, and began to practice non-stop morning, noon and evening.

The strange thing is that the old beggar only taught the floating dust this set of knife techniques, and then named it "Tiger", which is very appropriate, but the floating dust felt that the old beggar was lazy, but in the end, he taught the original set of body methods in the entanglement of floating dust, and the old beggar named it "Glimpse", but he was very concerned about his own things......

The other exercises in the book were not taught by the pharaoh beggars, and Fuchen didn't dare to practice blindly, so he could only wait until he was literate in the future.

Fuchen also practiced between these two exercises for a full month, but that set of boxing techniques did not fall, listening to the old beggar's words, after his modification, that set of boxing methods included all the knife movements, as well as the great ...... The more he talked, the more exaggerated he became, the floating dust was almost unbearable, and even the original name was altered by the old beggar, if you want to know, I'm afraid you have to ask Old Man Xu about them......

During this time, Xiao Lu often came to look for Fuchen, but Fuchen never went out once, and the reason was related to not going to Chaoshen Mountain.

But Xiaolu is still very good, and often brings something over, because it is similar to Xiaoqing, and slowly gets acquainted with Xiaoqing, and the two often talk about eating and playing together.

After another period of time, the old beggar didn't instruct when he saw that Fuchen was practicing well, but just stood aside and smoked, with a deep look.

"I'm doing a good job!"

Fuchen walked in and said.

"It's okay!"

The old beggar replied casually, still smoking a cigarette.

"Would you like to consider letting me worship at your door?"

"I have confiscated apprentices, and I do not want to accept apprentices......"

"Then who will give you a pension in the future?"

As soon as Fuchen finished speaking, he was kicked by the old beggar and chased to the roof!

"You come down first!"

The old beggar said as he pointed at the dust with a cigarette stick below.

"The old beggar is too much! If I accept it, won't someone give you a pension?"

Fuchen lay on the roof and looked at the old beggar and said fearlessly.

"Don't come down, do you?"

As he spoke, the old beggar jumped to Fuchen's side and kicked Fuchen down.

"There is another place in Dongzhou where you can practice, but it is quite suitable for you......"

The old beggar said as he stood on the roof.

"Where?"

Fuchen hurriedly stood up and hurriedly asked, although the Ranshen Mountain has been away for more than a month, but the heart of the cultivator is more determined, maybe he can't walk this road and he doesn't know what he can do, just like a rope on the edge of the cliff, he must hold it, I thought that if I missed the Ranshen Mountain, I might miss it in this life, but as soon as the old beggar said this, hope came in an instant.

Seeing that Fuchen was so anxious, the old beggar showed his obscene smile and said, "The road is quite far, and the way is still very dangerous......

Fuchen: "It's okay, I'm not afraid, if you tell me, I won't bother you anymore!"

"I'm still not reassured, so I ......"

The old beggar said, his smile deepened.

"Do you want to give me a treasure? or send me over?

Fuchen said as he licked his face.

"No, I want you to know that the world is dangerous, so that you don't suffer on the road!, don't say that I didn't take care of you, old beggar!"

The old beggar squinted his eyes, his mouth was about to laugh into a semicircle, and after speaking, he went to Fuchen, put on a fist posture of "Called Huazi Boxing", and hooked his fingers.

Who can bear this, Fuchen immediately swung his fist up.

As a result, as soon as he got close to the old beggar, he grabbed the hand that punched him, spun in the air, and fell straight to the ground.

And the old beggar did not let go of a single flaw, and as soon as Fuchen fell to the ground, he rode on top of him, and blasted up with a huge fist in the face.

After half an hour of fighting, the old beggar got up and left, and Fuchen felt that he couldn't exert his strength anymore when he fell, and what was more serious was that his face was like being pricked by a wasp, and he couldn't see his facial features clearly.

After waiting for a long time, I finally got up from the ground, it was already dark, after eating, the old beggar brought a bowl of medicine to Fuchen, and it was much more comfortable to drink the whole person, but Fuchen didn't plan to go to the backyard after eating.

"Brother Xiaohei, the old beggar told you to go to the backyard......"

Xiaoqing hugged Xiaobai and ran over and said to the round floating dust on his face.

Fuchen said physically and mentally exhausted: "Tell the old beggar that I won't go!"

"The old beggar said you wouldn't go, so he wouldn't tell you......"

Helplessly, Fuchen could only follow Xiaoqing to the backyard.