Chapter 93 Bai Fan

Author: Guanghan

Chapter 93 Bai Fan

"The shoes are broken, the hat is broken, and the robes on the floor are broken."

On the road, there was a boy about five feet tall, worn-out clothes and a gray face. He hummed a little tune and jumped around, feeling very uncomfortable.

Not far behind him, six beggars covered their ears tightly, showing pain on their faces, all of whom looked heartbroken.

"You laugh at me, he laughs at me, and he broke my fan"

"Ah! Hero, please take over the magical powers!"

It seemed that he could no longer bear it. A young beggar wailed and walked forward quickly, reaching out to cover Fang Yanming's mouth, who was pretending to be a beggar!

Woo woo!

After two struggles, Fang Yanming pushed the young man's arm away, spit out the soil in his mouth, rolled his eyes, and said unhappily: "Brother Qi, just cover your mouth and cover your mouth! Can you not stuff your fingers in it! It's so salty!"

As soon as this said, the beggar Qi Lang smiled embarrassedly and returned embarrassedly: "Isn't this? If you don't use this trick, are you afraid that you will continue singing?"

Hearing such words, Fang Yanming's forehead was covered with black lines, looking in disbelief, and asked, "Brother Qi, is it really that bad to me singing?"

Before he finished speaking, the other five beggars' heads were like chickens pecking at rice. They kept singing, fearing that they would slow down.

Seeing this, Qi Lang's eyes flashed with cunning expressions, he made a comforting gesture, patted his shoulder, and said, "Brother Bai, it turns out that you said you are Elder Bai's grandson, and we brothers don't believe it!"

"Now, we must believe it!"

Halfway through the conversation, perhaps seeing the puzzled in the boy's eyes, Qi Lang explained with a smile: "Just like your song, you will not say it if you sing exactly the same as Elder Bai!"

"It's even more unpleasant!"

"Ha ha!"

As soon as this said, it caused a burst of laughter. Everyone laughed and leaned forward and closed their arms, making them unable to catch up.

Seeing this scene, Fang Yanming curled his lips, rolled his eyes, and pretended to be in a depressed manner.

Then, he seemed to think of something, grabbed Qi Lang's arm and asked, "Brother Qi, is it difficult for my old man to sing the tunes?"

This time, all six heads were clicked.

Seeing this, Fang Yanming scratched his head and muttered, "No! I remember when I taught him before, he sang very well!"

Hearing such words, Qi Lang silently took a few steps back, gathered with the team, and whispered in a lot.

"Brothers, I'm sure, this little brother Bai must be Elder Bai's grandson!"

"Yes! I'm afraid that the world will be hard to find if you can sing such an ugly tune except Elder Bai's family!"

"That's right! Not only does it sing badly! And they don't realize how badly they sing, they are definitely a family!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone nodded deeply.

"Hey! Let's talk bad about me behind my back?"

A tender voice sounded, full of grievance!

"ah!"

Seeing the boy suddenly appear, everyone screamed in shock and fled backwards in a hurry.

After staying away from the teenagers, they waved their hands repeatedly, looked lingering in fear, and begged in unison: "Brother Bai, don't sing songs! Bless your brothers, please spare your life!"

After saying that, as if he felt it was not safe, Qi Lang stepped forward and said, "Yes, yes! Brother Bai, you have something to say! Don't speak!"

"You didn't say you wanted to find Elder Bai if you have something to do. We brothers will take you there!"

"Okay! I won't sing!"

Fang Yanming answered depressedly, looking at his expression, he was so depressed.

Hearing this, the few people breathed a sigh of relief, ran to the front quickly, and couldn't wait to lead the way.

Not far away, in the forest, it is always calm and unpredictable, and at this time it looks like a terrifying look.

Perhaps Fang Yanming agreed not to sing anymore, he breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Oh, Yihonglou sings music requires money, but this kid sings music is deadly!"

"Oh my god! Didn't it mean that Dongxie's qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are all good? How did he teach such a thing? I originally said that I wanted to ask him to play a song of the blue sea tide, but now I think about it, it's better to be spared! My life is important!"

Looking at the backs of several people leaving, he seemed to have thought of something. Adam's apple stirred up a few times and said in his heart: "Hurry up and find that Bai Fan, and then throw this kid to him, I'll go to Hengshan by myself!"

"I can't handle this Ming boy's singing. If Bai Fan is added, I'm afraid his life will be unsuccessful! Yes, that's it!"

With a certain idea, he stroked his beard and followed quickly.

The dialect that doesn't sing is quite likable. After a while, he got into a group with several people. He laughed, talked and laughed, and it was very lively.

On the road, people from time to time with sharp blades hanging on their waists and fast horses traveling, walking in a hurry and dusty manner.

Seeing this scene, Fang Yanming looked puzzled and asked, "Brother Qi, I have seen so many people this morning! What are they doing in such a hurry?"

Upon hearing this, Qi Lang rolled his eyes and said contemptuously: "Why else? Isn't it just for the living Nine Yin Scriptures!"

"Tsk! These people don't think about what identity that Fang Yan shows and what identity they themselves are. If they really kill the Jiuyin, the Lord of Dongxie Huangdao will know in the future. Can they stop it? Tsk tsk."

After hearing the explanation, Fang Yanming's forehead suddenly frowned, his little face was full of confusion, and he asked again: "Brother Qi, why are they so sure that they will definitely go to Hengshan Town when Living Jiuyin!"

Halfway through his speech, his face changed, his tone changed, and he tentatively said, "If I were the living Jiuyin! I would have run back to my hometown while my eyes were attracted to Hengshan! How could I go over there stupidly and let them catch it!"

As soon as this said, Qi Lang was puzzled and returned: "Who said it was not? But since the day before yesterday, there have been traces of the Living Nine Yin in the world. Judging from his direction of action, it is right to go to Hengshan!"

"Besides, although the world is big! Almost all the people in the martial arts world are moving when they hear the news. They are searching for the traces of the living Nine Yin. Can he hide it for a while or for a lifetime?"

"Not to mention, in addition to those who go to Hengshan Town, there are also a large number of people scattered all over the sea, waiting for the Living Jiuyin to come to the door! You said, where can he hide!"

Hearing such words, Fang Yanming narrowed his eyes slightly and fell into deep thought.

"Brother Bai, Brother Bai! What do you think?"

I don't know how long it took, but he was awakened by Qi Lang's call.

"Ah! Ah!"

Scream whirl, maybe seeing the suspicion in everyone's eyes, the boy quickly brainstormed, smiled awkwardly, pretended to look embarrassed, and explained: "Hehe, let's not hide it from all brothers!"

"After hearing Brother Qi's words, I want to go to Hengshan Town and see this martial arts event!"

"Hi! What do I think is it!"

Upon hearing this, Qi Lang seemed to think it makes sense and joked: "It's not surprising that Brother Bai has this idea! That's a living Nine Yin!"

"What a pity! Our gang leader has already ordered that it is okay to go to Hengshan Town, but we cannot get involved in this matter, let alone catch the living Nine Yin!"

"But, look at the excellent martial arts recorded in the Nine Yin Scriptures and their knowledge is also excellent!"

"That's right!" Fang Yanming agreed and nodded deeply.

As they chatted, everyone had already arrived at a dilapidated temple.

Qi Lang pointed at a distance and said, "Brother Bai, Elder Bai is inside! When you lead you here, we brothers still have the task to do it, so let's say goodbye first!"

"No! Brother Qi, brothers, I've been busy all morning, so I can't let you go for nothing! Let's go, let me see my old man!"

Fang Yanming stopped everyone.

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other and there were some abnormal movements.

Seeing this, the young man pondered for a moment and teased, "Brother Qi, you have thought about it! My old man is the elder of our Beggars' Sect! At that time, I will say a few good words to you."

Halfway through the talk, he turned around, and played hard to get: "Stop it!"

Before he finished speaking, several people shouted: "Go!"

He laughed, Fang Yanming waved his hand to the back and said, "Let's go!"

No one noticed it. On his face, his smile disappeared in an instant, turning into coldness and seriousness.

He said in his heart: "I hope these people didn't lie to me! Otherwise, even if I am blamed by the old man in the future, I will have to kill him!"

The true energy is in secret, the mind is tense, and Fang Yan clearly may kill people at any time.

In a moment, the temple gate was so close.

Then, after a squeak, a figure dressed in rags, dark face and gray-bearded hair came into view.

"Old man!"

A surprise screamed, and Fang Yanming's eyes were filled with a crystal clear light.

Then, he turned into a black shadow and rushed over in an instant.

"Ouch! My old waist! Stinky brat, you want to crush me to death!"

The sound of yelling and pain sounded. It turned out that Bai Fan was thrown to the ground by Fang Yanming, and a stone was sucked under his waist.

Seeing this, Fang Yanming quickly got up, helped him up, rub his back, and smiled and said, "Hehe! Old man, am I too excited to see you! Come on, come on, I will rub you!"

"Go! Get out of here! I'm good to beg forever! It would be even better if I didn't see you, a slut! Get out of here!"
To be continued...