Stepping back on his hometown, Wu Qian couldn't help but want to go back to Sanhe Town to take a look, after all, there were still many people he was familiar with.

In Yinzhou City, Wu Qian found a good restaurant, while enjoying the food of Yinzhou with Chen Junmei, Wu Qian told Chen Junmei his long and ups and downs in Sanhe Town, and heard Chen Junmei sometimes laughing, sometimes contemplative, sometimes dignified.

After the story was told, Wu Qian said to Chen Junmei: "I want to go back to Sanhe Town to have a look!"

With such a lengthy foreshadowing, Chen Junmei naturally readily agreed, before going to Sanhe Town, Wu Qian went to the Immortal Society in Yinzhou again, took some things, and the two went straight to Sanhe Town.

Standing on the streets of Sanhe Town, in the past six years, Sanhe Town has not changed at all, and the leaves on the trees seem to be exactly the same as when Wu Qian left.

In this peaceful and peaceful town, it is as if time will stop here.

Wu Qian went to Fan Yier first, Wu Qian still remembered that when Dou Jianao wanted to kill himself, this naïve fat man still wanted to spend money to buy his life.

When Wu Qian saw Fan Yier, Wu Qian was surprised, this fat man was holding a child in his hands, holding a child in his arms, and a child behind his buttocks, he was already the father of three children!

The fate of their Fan family, Ding Buwang, seems to have been ended on him!

When Fan Yier saw Wu Qian, he almost threw the child in his arms and pounced, and after giving Wu Qian a hug that was enough to suffocate, Fan Yier enthusiastically took Wu Qian and Chen Junmei back to his home, and when Wu Qian saw Fan Yier's wife, he was even more stunned!

Wu Qian pointed to Fan Yier's wife, and said a little distractedly: "This looks too much like Yu Chunjiao!"

Fan Yier smiled stupidly, pointed to his wife, and signaled not to continue, Wu Qian understood. Fan Yier prepared a sumptuous lunch for Wu Qian, and then began to ask Wu Qian the roots, and Wu Qian told Fan Yier about his ups and downs in life. Then it was Wu Qian's turn to start asking Fan Yier to the bottom of it.

It's just that there is really no change in Sanhe Town, the only thing that Wu Qian is concerned about is that since Wu Qian burned down Wang Yucai's house, their father and son have really lived a miserable life, and no one in Sanhe Town is willing to help them, and in the end, their father and son have been reduced to going out to ask for food for a living.

This fulfilled Wu Qian's original criticism of their father and son: let them feel the cruelty and coldness of this world.

Fan Yier's tone revealed these regrets, and he seemed to have some sympathy for Wang Yucai, Wu Qian smiled bitterly, and thought: Wang Yucai still wanted to poison you with poison!

After saying goodbye to Fan Yier, Wu Qian planned to visit Uncle Yu and Aunt Yu, a kind couple who had saved his life.

Walking down the street, a neat shout came from inside a wall: Ho!

This is the only martial arts hall in Sanhe Town, and it seems that Fan Gang, the owner of the martial arts hall, has not been able to embark on the path of cultivation and continues to open a martial arts hall here to teach apprentices. Outside the martial arts hall, a little boy in tattered clothes stood outside, looking pitifully inside the martial arts hall.

"Martial Master Fan..."The little boy finally mustered up the courage to shout after watching it for a while.

"What's the matter?" a voice came from within the walls.

"I want to... Learn martial arts!" the little boy said timidly.

There was laughter in the martial arts hall, and I only heard a familiar voice and remembered: "I don't accept three here..."

Three do not collect!

Like a cold thorn piercing Wu Qian's heart, Wu Qian's whole body trembled, and the scene in front of him was like going back in time, reappearing yesterday!

Wu Qian strode forward, pushed the door open, and stood in front of Fan Gang, the master of the martial arts hall.

After Fan Gang looked at Wu Qian carefully, he still recognized it.

"Wu Qian? You didn't die?! Why can't you mess around outside, and you came back to join Yu Anshun's old man?" This Fan just recognized Wu Qian, so he made sarcastic remarks, it seems that six years have passed, and it still hasn't changed Wu Qian's impression in his heart.

Wu Qian pointed to the little boy outside the door and said, "He wants to learn martial arts!"

This Fan Gang also seemed to recall something, glanced at Wu Qian meaningfully, and said: "I have three non-collections! perverts, poor ghosts, and wild seeds!"

Wu Qian's cheeks were clenched, his fists were clenched, and his green tendons were exposed, this Fan Gang saw this scene, sneered, and said: "What's the matter? Go out and mix for a few years, your temper is growing, do you want to do it?"

As soon as Fan finished speaking, he leaned forward with his right foot, squatted slightly, and posed a starting pose, and then turned to the dozens of disciples next to him and said, "I'll show you the subtleties of this Dacheng Fist today, you take a good look and study carefully!"

Wu Qian stepped forward and swung his fist towards Fan Gang, the movements were simple and simple, without any modification.

Seeing this, Fan Gang saw him raise his left arm, and then said in his mouth: "In this case, you should use the water splitting style of Dacheng Fist..."

Fan Gang was stunned for a moment, looked back at his left arm, and also shouted out, this Fan Gang used his left arm to block Wu Qian's fist, and his left arm was directly broken by Wu Qian.

At this moment, Fan Gang's arms were like broken candles, and they were still connected by the wick.

Wu Qian's fist did not stop, punch after punch hit this Fan Gang's arms, and his mouth kept saying: "I will let you not accept it! I will let you not accept it!"

Fan Gang didn't have the strength to fight back at all, and a few punches broke Fan Gang's two arms, while Fan Gang lay on the ground and wailed.

Wu Qian turned his head, turned to the dozens of disciples with frightened faces and said, "This kind of person is not worthy of being your teacher, he will only teach you badly!"

After Wu Qian finished speaking, he didn't look back, turned around and left, out of the gate of the martial arts hall, Wu Qian took the little boy's dirty little hand, and asked softly, "What's your name?"

"My name is Shen Shi, and my parents call me Little Stone," the little boy said.

"What about your parents?" asked Chen Junmei.

"They're all dead!" said Little Stone, tears glistening to his eyes.

Wu Qian looked at Shen Shi and asked secretly in his heart: Are you the same me six years ago, why are you so similar to me?

"Let's go, this martial artist is not worthy of teaching you!" Wu Qian said to Shen Shi, then pulled Shen Shi up and walked forward.

Chen Junmei rushed up and asked, "What happened to that martial artist?"

"He is not worthy of being a martial artist, I will waste his hands and veins, so that he will not mislead people in the future," Wu Qian said lightly.

Chen Junmei stuck out her tongue, didn't say anything, and followed Wu Qian forward.

In the martial arts hall behind him, several small heads secretly stretched out and looked at this stranger with extraordinary skills.