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Northeast of China Shenzhou, Panshan.

The warbler flies and the grass grows, the birds sing and the flowers are fragrant, and it is the time of spring.

The blue sky is like a wash, the sun is pouring, the world is tranquil, and the beauty is breathtaking. There was only one valley where the fog was thick and persisted.

This is the Misty Valley of the Winding Mountains, famous far and wide, once you strayed into it, you can't get out, and what is amazing is that this valley does not require human life, and after every ten days, those who strayed into it will be sent to the mouth of the valley by a gust of wind.

Although there will be no damage, a meal of hunger is inevitable, and the shock caused by it is difficult to calm down, and over time, the people here regard this place as a forbidden place and never approach.

There's a cave deep in the Misty Valley, but inside it's a paradise.

The sun is shining, the flowers are swirling, and the grass is everywhere, which makes people involuntarily feel at peace of mind and happy in the mountains.

A thatched hut and a fish pond are formed by intercepting the stream. There was a stream that flowed into it and from below, and a middle-aged man with black hair sat on a stone next to the fish pond, his fishing line hanging down in the pond.

On the grass on the side, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy danced continuously with a wooden stick in his hand.

Stabbing, picking, sweeping...... Although it is a wooden stick, it is a spear technique, which is quite peculiar.

The dancing of the wooden sticks stirred up a whirlwind, and the fallen leaves of the coiled grass flew around him, like a green grass dragon wrapped around his body, which was extremely extraordinary.

At the end of the exercise, the young man stabbed the wooden stick in his hand at a standing stone not far away.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the wooden stick entered in response to the sound, and actually stabbed the upper half of the stone and smashed it, scattering it everywhere.

"Hah!

The boy couldn't help but be overjoyed and jumped with joy. This stone is taken from the hardest granite in the mountains, not to mention wooden sticks, ordinary people even with iron swords and axes can not break.

Now that he can crush it with a wooden stick, I am afraid that no one in this mountain area can beat him.

In the midst of such joy, a whirring sound was suddenly heard, and the long fishing rod in the hands of the black-haired middle-aged man was whipped like a long whip.

The young man hurriedly greeted him with a wooden stick, and the dance began to flourish. Although it felt like water, the rod always avoided the stick at some strange angle, and kept whipping at him.

At this moment, it is not so much a trick as a one-sided whipping.

Like a gentle wind and drizzle, the force seemed to be small but it was irresistible, and after being whipped hundreds of times, the black-haired middle-aged man stopped.

"Master Feng, I've succeeded, why are you still beating me!"

The young man touched his red hand and asked with some grievances.

He is an ordinary child in the mountains, he got lost and strayed here when he was seven years old, and was rescued by this black-haired middle-aged man as a disciple to teach martial arts, and now it is ** years.

The black-haired middle-aged man is extremely mysterious, and it is naturally extraordinary to be able to live in seclusion in this misty valley that ordinary people dare not enter.

But nearly ten years have passed, and the boy knows nothing about anything other than knowing his surname Feng.

Master Feng lowered the fishing line back into the fish pond and said slowly: "Those who practice martial arts, guard against arrogance and rashness, do not be overjoyed by a momentary success, and do not need to be discouraged by a momentary failure. When you achieve a little, you are overjoyed and your mind is not quiet. ”

"And this trick just now wants the upper half of the target to be shattered, and the lower half is not damaged at all. You didn't do it, but you thought you would, who would you hit if you didn't hit you?"

"Disciple knows!" the young man hurriedly lowered his head and admitted his mistake.

Although I don't know much about Master Feng's affairs, in the past seven or eight years, I have learned a lot about his temper. Wrong is wrong, right is right, Master Feng doesn't like to use his own words.

"It's good to really know what is wrong!" Master Feng slowly put down the fishing rod and asked again: "Fan Hai, have you ever remembered the Gen Redemption Array outside the door?"

"Poor...... Almost!" The boy stammered.

His surname is Yang, his name is Fan Hai, and his name is taken by his father, which means that Yun Fan is flying into the sea.

His father originally wanted him to learn from literature and etiquette, so that he could be an assistant to the government, but unfortunately he really didn't have any talent for books, and he secretly learned martial arts in secret, and he had no thoughts.

This also led to his extraordinary talent in martial arts, but he could only rack his brains for the so-called formation, and his knowledge was limited.

This answer naturally made Master Feng dissatisfied, and he said very unhappily: "I have taught you more than once, just do it, if it doesn't work, if it doesn't work, you can't do it, you should make it clear where it is insufficient, there is no such thing as 'almost'." ”

"Disciple knows his mistake!" Yang Fanhai hurriedly lowered his head and admitted his mistake: "The Gendui formation should be mastered by sixty percent, and the effect of confusion can already be urged, but the attack array is just getting started." ”

Master Feng nodded: "If this formation can be comprehended, it will be very helpful, since you know the shortcomings, you will make up for the shortcomings in the future, don't just talk about it!"

Yang Fanhai hurriedly responded: "Disciple understands!"

Master Feng stood up and walked slowly towards the wooden house, saying as he walked, "I have something to leave tomorrow for a while, at most for a year, at least in May, you don't need to come over for a short time, just find a chance to practice by yourself." ”

"Master Feng, are you going out?"

Yang Fanhai was stunned and hurriedly chased after him. After he was accepted as a disciple by mistake, he would come here every fifteenth day of the new year to receive instruction for a few hours.

Although I don't know if Master Zhongfeng has ever left here, it has been nearly ten years, and the teaching classes twice a month have never stopped. Now he suddenly said that he was going to leave for at least half a year, which made him suddenly feel extremely uncomfortable.

"It's just a long trip, so why make a fuss. ”

At this time, Master Feng had already entered the house and walked out again, holding a spear in his hand.

This spear is different from other spears, not only the head of the spear is metal, but even the barrel of the spear is made of black steel.

"Master, this is ......"

Seeing this spear, Yang Fanhai immediately put that little bit of sadness behind for the time being. After all, Master Feng was only leaving temporarily, and this spear was something he had coveted for a long time.

On the first day he entered this valley, he saw this iron spear, and he was attracted at first sight, which is why Master Feng taught him marksmanship.

It's just that Master Feng's teaching is different, and he has always let him practice with a stick instead of a gun. He hadn't really used a spear for almost a decade.

Master Feng didn't speak, but just stretched out his body and pressed it on Yang Fanhai's head, slowly rising, a little weird black light appeared in his palm, and then slapped his palm on the black iron spear.

Yang Fanhai was full of excitement, and for a while he had a strange feeling, the black spear was actually connected to him, like an arm, extremely kind.

Master Feng brushed the barrel of the gun with one hand, and then handed it to Yang Fanhai, and said with a solemn face: "This gun...... I'll leave it to you later, use it well!"

"Thank you, Master Feng!" Yang Fanhai couldn't help but be overjoyed, took the spear and thanked him again and again, and then asked, "Master Feng, what is the name of this gun?"

"I don't have a name, and I don't need to take a name!" Master Feng shook his head: "When you become famous, your enemies will naturally name it!"

"Hmm!" Yang Fanhai was stunned, but how could he understand the meaning of these words at the age of fifteen, but since it was what Master Feng meant, he could only nod and comply.

"The first time you came in, I asked you to do three things, do you remember?"

Hearing Master Feng's question, Yang Fanhai nodded again and again: "The disciple keeps it in mind!"

"First, you can kill people, but you must not bully the weak with force. Second, you can practice supernatural powers, but you are not allowed to worship others as teachers. Third, whether it is right or wrong, what you have done must start and finish well. ”

Every few months, I have to memorize these three articles, and I naturally remember them clearly.

Master Feng nodded: "Okay, just remember! I'll tell you one more thing today: if you can, try to be a good person!"

"Good man!" Yang Fanhai was stunned, a little puzzled.

Master Feng smiled, didn't explain much, and walked towards the wooden house by himself: "Go back, practice hard, and don't slack off." ”

"Disciple understands!"

Yang Fanhai bowed and retreated.

The layers of mist outside the cave are the forbidden places in the mouths of the mountain people, full of mysteries, but in fact, it is the array of Gen Hui laid by Master Feng.

Gen is the mountain, and the exchange is the ze, complementing each other, and it can become this foggy array.

Although it is not yet possible to fully manipulate the formation here, it is naturally easy to get in and out.

When he arrived at the mouth of the valley, he put a load of firewood on his back and hurried down the mountain.

Master Feng accepted him as a disciple, but he had already told him not to tell others, including his parents, about the matter. Yang Fanhai was helpless, and every time he could only come secretly in the name of hunting or chopping firewood in the mountains.

The car was familiar with the road down the mountain, and it was not long before I arrived at my own wheat field, and a graceful woman could be seen picking mulberry leaves on the ridge of the field in the distance, so she hurriedly ran over.

Putting down the firewood on his shoulder, Yang Fanhai asked with some puzzlement: "Mother, you are picking this leaf again!"

This graceful woman is his mother, and Yang's mother often picks mulberry leaves to raise a kind of insect called silkworms, saying that it can be raised to make clothes, but it has never been successful.

In Yang Fanhai's view, this is always a tiring but fruitless thing, so naturally it is better not to do it.

Mother Yang raised her hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead, and then said: "I also want to try, I have seen others successfully raise it before, but I don't know what the problem is." Anyway, it's idle, and it doesn't hurt to do it. If it does, I can make beautiful clothes for your brothers and sisters in the future. ”

"What beautiful clothes I want, you can just make them for the third sister!" Yang Fanhai put the firewood on his back and lifted the bamboo basket filled with mulberry leaves.

"Okay, okay, got it!" Mother Yang smiled: "Da Lang, you go back to make a fire first, and I'll clean up and come over to cook." ”

Yang Fanhai nodded: "I'll cook, mother, you take a rest." ”

Turning around and walking in the direction of the house, after a few steps, suddenly I heard a loud "boom".

Never heard such a thunderous sound, frightened Yang Fanhai a spirit, and when he looked back, he saw a golden lightning bolt falling from the sky and falling far away.

The golden light was shining, like a wild dragon, which actually made Yang Fanhai feel cold in his heart. (A good activity for pie in the sky, cool mobile phones are waiting for you to take!Follow up~點/Chinese network public account (WeChat add friends - add public account - enter qdread), participate now! everyone has a prize, now immediately pay attention to qdread WeChat public account!)