Chapter 196 196 A touch of security

Zhang Qianjun untied his luggage, threw it to Yang Fan, and said with a smile: "Here are my set of clothes and the things the master asked me to pass on to you."

Yang Fan held the luggage and was speechless for a moment. He said with emotion: "Master..."

Zhang Qianjun smiled with red eyes: "The way of all living beings is the way of good deeds. The world is changing, people come and go, acquaintance is fate, separation is fate, passing away is just the death of one person and the fate of this world, no one can last forever

The only thing we can do is to cherish whoever we accompany. Master, he will be famous in his own way through the ages, which is another kind of eternal life. You don't have to be too sad."

Yang Fan looked at him strangely and said, "You learned it from your master, right?"

Zhang Qianjun chuckled and said, "That's good, but if you learn from me, it's mine."

Yang Fan nodded, taking Zhang Qianjun's words seriously. He opened his suitcase and saw the golden inner elixir wrapped inside. He couldn't help but be stunned and had mixed feelings. He was so sad that he couldn't relax.

Some people you think are just passers-by, but they have an impact on your life without even thinking about them. Some feelings you think pass by without leaving a trace, but they give you the warmth of the world.

Yang Fan didn't expect that the old man who had lied to him about becoming a disciple and becoming the leader would actually care about him so much when he casually mentioned it. Not only did he remember that his disciple needed the inner elixir, but he also fought desperately for him.

Yang Fan sighed and said, "I would be really unfilial if I couldn't die for my master."

Zhang Qianjun said: "You are wrong about this. For a person like Master, calling him a sage may be a bit boastful, but it is certainly not an exaggeration to say that he is a person who has escaped from vulgar tastes. Such a thing as dying may be too much for others.

Filial piety, but for him, filial piety should not be just these forms. Master, his expectations for us are different from others.

Although I was by his side at the time, after the master passed away, I had no time to take care of his funeral, because in the master's heart, these trivial matters before and after his death are not as good as the blessings of the world. However, even if we can't do it,

I don’t know how many people will do it for us. For us disciples, filial piety is not about supporting him, let alone carrying his coffin to his death."

Yang Fan: "What is that?"

Zhang Qianjun thought for a moment and said: "Sending the enemy away is the greatest filial piety to the master."

Yang Fan nodded and said, "That's right."

Zhang Qianjun: "Don't worry, you must have heard about the deeds of the two elders. The master died great, and he was not alone. If you solve the current crisis well, you will fulfill their legacy, and it will be the greatest filial piety to the master and Mr. Lei."

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Yang Fan was curious about Feng and Lei, but the time was not allowed and the location was awkward, so it was naturally inconvenient to ask.

Yang Fan sighed: "Meeting some people can change my life, such as Master; there are some people I have never met, but they can affect my life, such as Mr. Lei."

Zhang Qianjun said with a smile: "Good wisdom is a force that changes the world. It affects not only you and me, but also the whole world. Master often said to me, you are such a person. I also believe that we will be like Master and Mr. Lei in the future."

, shouldering the world on his shoulders, and his name will go down in history.”

Yang Fan was filled with ambition and heroism for a moment. He looked at the war and said with a smile: "I want them to lose their daughter and lose their troops." Although the sound was loud, it was so sickly that it was difficult to hear clearly on this noisy battlefield.

The morning breeze caressed her, and Yang Fan's plain skirt swayed with the wind, making his words appear even more delicate and without power.

Zhang Qianjun said: "Senior brother! Since you want others to lose your daughter, shouldn't you change your daughter's clothes?"

Yang Fan was so embarrassed that he looked around and saw that there was no cover anywhere.

Yang Fan put on his trousers over his skirt, then took off his skirt, carefully folded it and placed it next to him. This practice of replacing trousers with skirts in broad daylight was unprecedented and unprecedented. It was truly unprecedented.

Zhang Qianjun smiled and said: "Brother! Do you feel a sense of security when you put on your pants?" These words are full of connotations.

Yang Fan nodded and said with a wry smile: "There are no restraints inside. After all, it feels a bit empty." These words also sounded very lifelike.

Zhang Qianjun: "Who said I'm bigger than you? Besides, I obviously have a change of underwear inside, why don't you put it on?"

Yang Fan said while taking off his clothes: "Mysophobia!"

Zhang Qianjun: "Be careful!" As he said this, he pulled Yang Fan away and kicked him backwards. A cry of pain rang out. As soon as the enemy soldier outside the city wall showed his head and raised his sword, he was kicked down by Zhang Qianjun. The battlefield was so noisy that he could not hear the soldier landing.

sound.

It turned out that after the city wall was covered with spears, there were already enemies climbing up with the spears, but more enemies rushed up the stairs and rushed towards Yang Zhang with murderous intent.

Yang Fan grabbed the clothes and shouted while putting them on: "This is so unethical. He fucked me without even waiting for me to put on the clothes. These clothes are really troublesome to button up."

For a time, swords and swords were added to the body, and dangers abounded.

Yang Fan dodged left and right, jumping up and down, without even giving him a chance to fasten his buttons.

Yang Fan got so angry that he was half-naked and kicked open the iron shoe mechanism. The iron shoes weighing dozens of kilograms made a thumping sound, and the iron was cold enough to drink blood. Yang Fan kicked and kicked, and in a short time, the ground was covered with blood, and corpses blocked the corridor.

So cruel.

Zhang Qianjun praised: "Good leg skills, good shoes."

Yang Fan replied: "With my ability, it would be a pity that I can't play in the national football team."

Zhang Qianjun: "What is the national football team?"

Yang Fan: "Nothing, it's just a competition of foot skills."

Zhang Qianjun: "With my senior brother's skills, this footwork is definitely one of the best in the world."

Yang Fan's fighting speed was not fast, but his killing efficiency was extremely high. The two scalpels tied to his waist were pulled out by Yang Fan, and the wind was blowing and the coldness was overwhelming. The soldiers who were hit by the two iron shoes screamed at the sky and the earth.

Either dead or disabled, no one can come close to him for a while.

The martial arts of the two brothers are among the best in the world. Together with their tacit cooperation and the protection behind them, they are even more invincible and powerful.

However, the enemies felt that the value of these brothers was of vital importance, so they stalked them relentlessly, fighting one after another regardless of their own safety.

Yang Fan's iron shoes flew around and kicked for a long time. He was a little confused and his movements slowed down involuntarily. At this moment, a spear suddenly came out from Yang Fan's back.

Yang Fan felt the wind blowing from the back of his head, and his heart trembled, but he had no chance to escape. He could only endure the blow by using his internal strength.

There was a loud snap.

Yang Fan only felt a hug on his back, but there was no pain at all. He turned around and saw Zhang Qianjun lying on his back, closing his eyes and concentrating, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

An arrow flew and pierced the master of the sneak attack.

Arrows flew one after another, and the enemies fell one after another.

This is what Zhuo took action.

Yang Fan hugged Zhang Qianjun and said nervously: "Junior brother! Junior brother! How are you? Don't scare senior brother. I finally became the big brother again, so don't leave so early."

Zhang Qianjun opened his eyes and said: "Senior brother! Are you nervous about me? You don't just want to be the big brother, right?"

Yang Fan said: "Don't worry about those details. How are you, are you okay?"

Zhang Qianjun smiled and said: "Just one word."

"It's okay if it hurts. Pain proves that you are still alive."

Zhang Qianjun: "It's so cool." He stood up and started fighting mode, full of pride and confidence.

Yang Fan was stunned and speechless, "Is this masochism?"

Although Zhang Qianjun didn't understand what he said, he was able to interpret it roughly. While fighting, he smiled and said: "No, Mr. Lei passed all his skills to me before he died. I am of low level, how can I absorb them all? Of course.

It's blocked in my body and I can't use it fully. I just received a stick. Not only did it not hurt, but it also knocked away part of the energy in my body. Now I just feel that my limbs are more comfortable and relaxed."

Yang Fan said with envy: "The boy who met him by chance has the halo of the protagonist."

Zhang Qianjun laughed, grabbed the enemy's spear, and pierced three soldiers with a "poisonous dragon charge", and knocked away a soldier with a "water draw back".

He said proudly: "I am your supporting role, and you are also my supporting role."

Affected by it, Yang Fan also showed great power and was unstoppable. He said loudly: "Well said, we are all supporting roles in other people's lives. How can we not be the protagonists of our own lives?"

At this moment, Wu Mu said: "Since we are all the protagonists, why don't we have a vigorous battle?" The voice resounded throughout the audience and penetrated into the sky.

Yang Fan struck "Dapeng Spreads Wings" and swept away all four directions. He jumped up on the battlements and shouted: "Do you really want to fight me?"

The ebony sword swept across and knocked away several masters. They raised their arms high and shouted: "Stop!" The prairie warriors immediately stopped and retreated together.

The Zhu Dynasty's troops were less tired and could rest for a while, so they were naturally content to stay where they were and did not pursue the attack.

Yang Fan saw that Grandpa Chen Busan was out of breath, General Ye Gui was struggling to hold on, and Master Yideng was scarred. These people had been fighting for too long. Not only were they injured, but their physical strength also continued to decline, which was not optimistic. As for Wu Wengen and the masked man, although Yang Fan

I don’t know, but I can probably guess the clues. Their martial arts are extraordinary, but compared to Ebony’s martial arts, there is still a slight gap.

Yang Fan was calculating his own cards, and Wu Mu glanced away, also secretly calculating.
Chapter completed!