Fang Xing stood aside in a daze and watched Fang Liang practice for a long time before he made a move, he pinched his thigh fiercely, and the pain in his thigh made him frown.

"It hurts, don't I dream?!"

Fang Liang was concentrating on practicing the basic marksmanship in the book, and he didn't notice Fang Xing at all, he was now very tired from the soreness and numbness coming from all over his body, where was there any kung fu to separate his mind.

Despite the sour numbness, he continued to practice, and he didn't have the idea of stopping, and he didn't know who he was learning from this stubborn character.

Fang Xing walked around Fang Liang with a complicated face after realizing that all this was true, why is this son so violent?

Is it so big that it can attract aura into the body?

You must know that Fang Teng, who was known as the first day of Fang Fu, and Fang Teng, who had only squeezed out of the first throne the day before, were only thirteen or fourteen years old when they did this.

Fang Xing looked around and nodded, "Well, it's worthy of being my first-day talent, and it should be violent, who called him so talented." ”

"Don't they all say that dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes give birth to phoenixes! There's no need to make a fuss. ”

Fang Xing thought proudly in his heart, but he didn't know that if his narcissistic thoughts were said and known to familiar people, he would definitely be drowned in saliva.

"It's you, I'm phew!"

Fang Xing walked around Fang Liang and still didn't see any reaction from Fang Liang, as if he hadn't seen him.

Fang Xing didn't bother either, he also wanted to see how long Fang Liang could maintain this state of high concentration.

"Well, it's all the most basic things, nothing special. ”

Fang Xing didn't think that Fang Liang's practice of this marksmanship was anything special, every move and style was similar to the ordinary introductory marksmanship sold on the market, so he didn't care, thinking that Fang Liang found it fun and bought it to practice by himself.

In fact, there is really no difference, but don't forget that this book is in Fang Liang's mind, it is the inheritance left by Fang Tianyu's divine soul, and every move and style contains his potential.

How could it really be the same as the guns on those rotten streets outside.

Fang Liang followed the practice while flipping through the pages of the moves in the sea of knowledge, and the gun unconsciously carried an insignificant trace of silk.

Because of this, he was able to attract the spiritual energy between heaven and earth into his body so quickly.

However, no one was aware of this matter, Fang Xing's father and son.

Fang Liang practiced kung fu for another quarter of an hour or so, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and the aura around him was getting stronger and stronger, and the speed of pouring into Fang Liang was getting faster and faster.

Fang Liang only felt that a slight stream of heat suddenly gushed out from his aching and weak body, flowing around in his flesh and blood, relieving the fatigue and soreness of his body.

Fang Liang didn't know why, but he liked the feeling very much.

The comfortable feeling made the gun in his hand gradually stop, after all, he was still a child, and he couldn't control himself when he suddenly came in pain, and he was already addicted to it.

Soon after, the feeling receded like a tide, and the soreness surged up again, and the two extremes switched very suddenly, making Fang Liang can't help but snort.

Fang Xing, who was watching from the side, hurriedly said, "What's wrong?

Fang Liang realized that his father had come back without knowing when he was standing in front of him.

Fang Liang wiped the sweat on his face with his sleeve and smiled: "It's okay, Dad, how long have you been back?"

Fang Xing said: "It's been a while, and I've seen you practice guns for a while." ”

Fang Liang said: "Oh, Dad, you are really idle. ”

Fang Xing: "......"

Isn't your father afraid that something will go wrong with your practice, and that your kid won't be able to speak?

Fang Liang said again: "Then you still can't see it?"

Fang Xing asked rhetorically, "Do you still have the strength to fight?"

Fang Liang nodded.

Fang Xing said helplessly: "Then I'll continue to watch, I really can't let go of letting you practice alone." ”

Fang Liang smiled embarrassedly, no wonder his father kept watching just now, he really wronged him.

Fang Xing was curious: "How long have you been practicing?"

"I started practicing this morning, and it's been about half an hour. ”

Fang Xing rubbed his stiff face and said, "It's not bad, but it's far from what it was like when I was a father! ”

Fang Liang was a little depressed, he would have underreported the time if he had known.

Fang Liang held his breath in his heart, he practiced more energetically than just now, Fang Liang's stubborn temper came up again, you said that if you are far behind, I will surpass you, see what you say!

After a while, Fang Liang's side gathered a lot of aura again, no worse than Fang Cai, or even a little stronger.

Fang Xing gasped, is this really his son? I'm afraid this isn't a monster, right? You must know that when he first cultivated, he had been turning into a month in order to reach this point!

Fang Liang felt the comfort from the hundreds of veins in his limbs, and the little hand wielding the silver spear did not have any condensation, and continued to put on a posture, picking, splitting, collapsing, sweeping, winding, dialing, blocking, taking, and piercing, practicing meticulously.

Fang Xing became more and more surprised, what a little monster!

Half an hour later.

Fang Xing held down Fang Liang's hand and waved the silver gun, "Okay!"

Fang Liang said unwillingly: "I think I'm okay!"

Fang Xing said angrily: "That's because you think that your body has reached the limit, and if you continue to practice now, it will be too much, and your body will have problems!"

Fang Liang was silent, not nodding or refusing.

Fang Xing sighed and said, "Actually, you have already caught up with me back then, don't worry if you are still young." ”

Fang Liang remained silent.

Fang Xing rubbed Fang Liang's head and messed up his hair, "Okay, since you still want to practice, then go find your Uncle Wang." ”

Fang Liang's eyes lit up when he heard this, "Does Uncle Wang have a way?"

Fang Xing nodded.

Fang Liang smiled.

Fang Xing gave him a brain, and said helplessly: "I really don't know why you are working so hard." ”

Fang Liang said: "I want to be stronger!"

Fang Xing was stunned, "Why do you suddenly think about this?"

Fang Liang's eyes lit up, "I want to protect the people I want to protect!

"You're still young, you want to do this, play with your mud. ”

Fang Liang snorted: "I don't care, I just want to protect Niang, Baishuang, Fang Qing'er and the uncles and aunts of the Fang Mansion!"

Fang Liang paused and said, "And you, daddy!"

Fang Xing scolded with a smile: "You little cub didn't even grow up to say these big things, your father and I will die of laughter." ”

Fang Liang didn't speak, just stared at Fang Xing's eyes seriously.

"Play with your mud!"

After Fang Xing finished speaking, he turned around and left, "Let's go, let's go find your Uncle Wang." ”

Fang Liang hurriedly followed, and he suddenly remembered something, "Dad, why don't you ask Uncle Wang to call me uncle?"

Fang Xing shook his head and said: "Who knows, your mother once asked your Uncle Wang, but he didn't say anything, your mother even cried and asked him, and he said that the two of them were not brothers and sisters, and the others were silent." ”

"Your mother was stunned at the time, and she was sad for a few days, and she wanted to ask again, but your uncle Wang refused to say anything, and your mother had to give up. ”

Fang Liang thought for a while and said, "Uncle Wang and my mother are not the same surname, why don't you doubt it?"

Fang Xing said helplessly: "Your Uncle Wang said that he was born with his father, and he took his mother's surname, but later when the family suffered, he escaped with your mother, and no one thought about it." ”

"What the hell is that mother......"

"Don't ask me, your mother doesn't know about herself, let alone me. ”

The two chatted about these and had come to Wang Yingtai's house, and there was no one inside.

Fang Xing didn't care, he took out a few bottles from the quiet room, came to the bath room, went to the well in the courtyard to fetch water, poured it into the bath bucket, and then poured the medicine powder in several bottles into it after using true qi to heat it.

It didn't take long for the water in the tub to turn blue.

"Let's go inside. ”

Fang Xing said and removed Fang Liang's clothes and put them in.

Fang Liang had just begun to feel like a pinprick all over his body, and then he became comfortable, making him hum softly and a little sleepy.

Fang Xing leaned on the bathtub and looked at Fang Liang and said, "Don't think about it so much now, Dad is not old and can't walk, the sky is falling, Dad is carrying it!"

Fang Liang wanted to speak, but he couldn't hold his eyelids and fell asleep.

Fang Xing stretched out his hand to hold it, preventing him from choking on the water with his head down.

"Silly boy. ”

Fang Xing smiled softly, and the resolute lines on his face seemed to have softened a lot.