Since Liu Xiongtian promised to let Fang Zhongjin read the book of light exercises for half an hour, he walked back to the group of flowers as he said. The Hanako were originally sitting in twos and threes outside the city walls. Among them, five of them looked to be the oldest, Hanako, sitting under a large tree. Although they were different in height, shortness, fat and thinness, they all carried nine small sacks on their backs. The five of them all had the aura of being old in the rivers and lakes on their faces, and they were obviously people with extremely high status in the beggar gang. I saw Liu Xiongtian walking under the big tree, discussing with these five Huazi for a while, and occasionally raised his hand to point at Fang Zhongjin. The elders also discussed it together for a long time, frowning from time to time and looking at Fang Zhongjin carefully.

The rest of the gang around them all craned their necks and waited for the result. Don't say that such a thing has never happened in the beggar gang, and no one has heard of it even in the entire rivers and lakes. Most people still don't want to believe that the light body kung fu, which has been lost in their beggar gang, can be learned by letting the boy read a book for half an hour. At this time, what everyone was thinking about was that they were worried that their own exercises were in the minority, and they felt that these two young men and girls were talking about it, and the people who were looking for beggars to help them were happy.

In the end, Liu Xiongtian and the five elders of the beggar gang all nodded to each other, apparently discussing the unanimous result. One of the elders asked the young man who was serving beside him to take out a thin booklet from the bag he was carrying and handed it to Liu Xiongtian. Liu Xiongtian walked back to Fang Zhongjin with the booklet in his hand.

Fang Zhongjin looked at this booklet, obviously it had been read by many people, the pages were yellow, and the corners of the book were curled, which was once the crystallization of the wisdom of ancient martial arts masters.

Liu Xiongtian said to Fang Zhongjin: "Xiaoxia, although I beg you to help us do such a big thing, I haven't had time to ask Xiaoxia's name? ”

Fang Zhong Jinxin said that even Ji Changan knew his real name, and he didn't come to embarrass him. I'm afraid that no one in the world still remembers Fang Xiaoru's case. He clenched his fists and said, "In the middle of the brocade below, I don't dare to talk about any credit with the beggars." Demeng beggars are not stingy, and they are given a view of the secret books of martial arts, and they must make a big contribution to the beggars. ”

Liu Xiongtian saw that this young man was calm and sassy, and he admired it. He handed the book to Fang Zhongjin and said, "This is the light gong body method atlas of our beggar gang." Although the light skills of our beggar gang are not unique in the rivers and lakes, they have also been inherited for a hundred years. It's a pity that no one in the gang can do it now, if Fang Shaoxia can learn this skill, it will not be able to let it be dusty. ”

Fang Zhongjin hurriedly thanked Liu Xiongtian, took the book and sat in the shade of a tree, carefully looking at the brittle pages. Liu Xiongtian and Lu'er didn't dare to make a sound to disturb him, so they just stood aside and stared at Fang Zhongjin silently. And among the rest of the beggars, there were already good deeds, and the moment Fang Zhongjin took the book, he looked at the sky and counted the hours.

If you were someone else, and you were staring at a book with so many pairs of eyes, I am afraid that you would have been so preoccupied that you would not be able to read half a word. But Fang Zhongjin has been accustomed to everyone's attention since he was a child, his face is calm and waveless, he sits cross-legged on the ground, puts the book on his lap and flips through the pages one by one. Fang Zhongjin reads extremely slowly, it takes a long time to turn each page, and only an occasional flick of his eyelashes can prove that he is not in a daze.

The rest of the beggars stared at him at first, but gradually everyone became impetuous. Many people discussed sparsely with each other, and they all thought that Fang Zhongjin was just posturing. In the hearts of the flowers, the appearance of reading a book should be scratching his ears and cheeks and turning page by page, but Fang Zhongjin seemed to doze off because he couldn't read the book. The discussion gradually became louder, and I don't know who said loudly: "I think he is just playing tricks, and the acting helper will not fall for this kid." If you want me to say, don't make any mysteries, it's the best policy for everyone to attack the city side by side. These words resonated with some people, and many people's eyes revealed distrust of their own helpers.

When Liu Xiongtian heard this, he replied coldly: "My beggar gang is a century-old faction, and it has always been above board and does not do dark things. Whoever chirps crookedly wants to come up with a bad idea, he will stand up and say. He paused and said, "If you want to attack Jinhua County, don't bring it up again." I have long said it with the five elders that this idea will only put our beggars in danger. From now on, no one will take it out again. After listening to Liu Xiongtian's words, the five elders all nodded with solemn faces, and the gang gradually calmed down.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes focused on Fang Zhongjin again, only to see that he finished flipping through this thin booklet at a very slow speed, and suddenly read it from beginning to end like flowing water, and the second time he read it extremely fast. When he finished the book, he suddenly raised his head and smiled at everyone. I saw that his eyes were bright, the smile on the corner of his mouth was calm and determined, and he stood up to return the book to Liu Xiongtian.

Everyone in the beggar gang, including Liu Xiongtian, was extremely surprised, because it had only been more than a quarter of an hour since Fang Zhongjin took the book, and there was still a long time before half an hour. To say that he can be self-taught for half an hour, everyone no longer believes it. Now that it's only been so much, could it be that this kid finally knows that the lie can't be fulfilled, so he has given up?

Liu Xiongtian took the book in surprise, and said to Fang Zhongjin in his mouth: "Xiaoxia still has something he doesn't understand, even if he reads it for a while, it's okay." Or discuss and argue with our brothers, maybe we can have greater gains. ”

Fang Zhongjin shook his head at Liu Xiongtian with a smile, and then turned his gaze to the disciples of the Beggar Gang. These people also looked at Fang Zhongjin with suspicious eyes, and finally a voice shouted underneath: "If you can't see it, just admit it, stop pretending." ”

Liu Xiongtian heard this voice and hurriedly shouted: "Shut up for me, which bastard is so disobedient? ”

But he saw Fang Zhongjin suddenly get up and rush straight into the crowd of beggars. Originally, there were always hundreds of these disciples, sitting together in a huddle. Fang Zhongjin jumped over everyone's heads like a big peng, suddenly grabbed a person's collar, and grabbed this person like a baby. He paused on the ground, turned around and jumped back, throwing the person he was carrying at Liu Xiongtian's feet.

This set of movements is as smooth as flowing water. Everyone in the beggar gang was shocked to see it, this kid can really use such a short time to learn martial arts on his own, is this a genius who has come into the world, and martial arts is about to flourish? Everyone shook their heads again, saying in their hearts that this kid might have been able to do light work a long time ago, but he just pretended to be a gimmick.

Only the five elders looked at the young man with a serious look on their faces. Everyone had the same idea in their hearts: although the young man didn't know how to turn around and touch the ground just now, he had seen it all. This is exactly the light skill of the beggar gang. I don't know if this kid is really a martial arts wizard, or has he had a relationship with the beggar gang for a long time?

Fang Zhongjin pointed to the people on the ground and said to Liu Xiongtian: "Gang Master Liu, the beggar gang is a century-old faction, and it has always been respected in the future. It's just that every time I hear someone in the beggar crowd raise an objection, the voice is different. However, I see that this person who speaks is this one person, so Gang Leader Liu can't find the main person who speaks every time, right? This person seems to be very good at disguising his voice, I wonder if he is one of the beggars' masters?"

Liu Xiongtian was extremely surprised when he heard Fang Zhongjin's words. He has long been troubled by the fact that there are people in the gang who keep singing contradictory tunes and demagoguery. But he never found out who it was, and he only thought that his acting gang leader had no prestige in the gang, so many people gossiped about him. Where did you think that all the sounds would come from a person's mouth. He looked down at the person who was captured by Fang Zhongjin. I saw that he was born extremely ordinary, and even if he saw it, he forgot it in a blink of an eye. He looked up and asked the people in the gang, "Which man is this rudder?" Everyone looked at each other, and no one could tell who this person was.

Liu Xiongtian was about to turn around and interrogate this person again, but he saw a strange look on this person's face. Suddenly, as soon as his cheeks agitated, Fang Zhongjin hurriedly pinched his chin with his hand, but it was too late. It only took a moment for the man to turn pale, his pupils dilated, and he lost his breath. It turned out that he had bitten the poison in his mouth and died of exhaustion.

This change was too fast, and the people in the beggar gang didn't know what was going on, and Liu Xiongtian was stunned and didn't know what to do.

Only Fang Zhongjin was still holding the chin of the corpse in his hand, but there was a thunderclap in his heart: another person who committed suicide by taking poison!