Fang Sheng ran all the way carrying the food box, fearing that the dog meat would become cold and the taste would no longer be pure. He thought to himself: "Old man, I'm so good to you, so don't let me down." Just when he was happy, he suddenly
Two senior brothers in black flashed out, and Fang Sheng realized that he had arrived at the entrance of the dungeon. Seeing the cold expressions on the faces of the two senior brothers, he quickly put away the joyful look on his face and said quickly: "Good morning, two senior brothers, I'm here.
Delivering food."
One of the senior brothers in black sniffed his nose, sniffed around, and said loudly: "It smells so good! It smells like meat." After saying that, he put his nose to the food box that Fang Sheng was carrying, and ordered
Said: "Open!"
Fang Sheng never expected that the two of them would attack him today, and said cowardly: "Senior brothers, this is food for prisoners. It's not delicious. If I'm hungry, I'll go back and cook some good food and deliver it to you."
"
"I asked you to open it, didn't you hear me?"
"This." Fang Sheng hesitated.
"Do you dare to defy my naming?" After speaking, he stared at Fang Sheng.
Fang Sheng pretended to be extremely frightened and opened the food box quietly. He saw that the food box contained a large bowl of rice and a piece of grilled fish. The grilled fish was still steaming, and the steam was wrapped in the aroma of fish.
The two of them took a closer look and asked loudly: "Is that all?"
"Yes, that's it," Fang Sheng replied.
Another senior brother pinched his nose and said: "Bah, it's so fucking unlucky. What I hate the most is this fishy smell. It's unlucky for me so early in the morning. Get out of here!"
Fang Sheng quickly closed the food box and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't know. I don't like fishy food."
The two ignored Fang Sheng's apology and shouted: "Get out of here!" Before they could finish speaking, he had disappeared.
Fang Sheng stood there in a daze, secretly envious of their skills, which could come and go without a trace. He thought to himself: "Sooner or later, I will be able to learn it. Hey, if you have all the skills, you are not just a simple-minded person with four limbs."
Fortunately, I was smart and took precautions early. I caught a fat fish in the river, roasted it until fragrant, and put it in the food box. I was able to deceive you two grandsons."
Fang Sheng entered the dungeon and arrived at the place where Bohunya was imprisoned. He shouted: "Senior Bo, look at the wine and meat I brought you."
When Bohunya heard that there was wine and meat, he shouted happily: "Bring it quickly, let me have a taste." He snatched the food box from Fang Sheng's hand, opened it, and cursed: "You bastard bastard
, How dare you lie to me? It's clearly white rice and grilled fish, where is the wine and meat." After saying that, he pushed the food box aside and glared at Fang Sheng.
Fang Sheng said: "Down below, I made a hidden compartment for the food box."
Bohunyao happily took the food box, removed the hidden compartment and saw that it was indeed meat and wine. He said happily: "You are very smart, you can think of such a good way to deceive the guarding dog slave. You can teach me."
, you can teach me!" After saying that, he couldn't wait to pick up the wine bottle and took a big sip. He sighed longly and said: "I haven't drank wine for a long time, but your wine is brewed with seven kinds of fruits.
It’s made and mixed with water. Isn’t that right?”
Fang Sheng scratched his head, smiled ashamedly, and complimented: "Senior, you are really an expert. You can even tell the difference. I admire you! I stole this wine from an old man's wine jar.
I'm afraid that the old man will see it, so as not to make him suspicious. Once other people know about the gift of wine and meat, it will be a trivial matter for me, Fang Sheng, to move my head. The problem is that no one will respect you when you grow old. So for the sake of safety, I
I added a ladle of water to the jar of wine, then took out a ladle of wine and brought the wine to you."
After hearing what Fang Sheng said, Bohunya nodded extremely unhappily: "Forget it. You have a good heart. Let me have another bite of this meat!" Bohunya grabbed a piece of meat and stuffed it into it.
In his mouth, he suddenly frowned and asked: "What kind of meat is this? It tastes so weird!"
"Dog meat!" Fang Sheng replied in a suppressed voice.
"Dog meat?!" When Bo Hunya heard this, he suddenly spit out all the meat in his mouth and said angrily: "You actually gave me dirty and despicable dog meat. I'm really angry. Get out of here!"
Hunya threw the dog meat aside angrily, but after a moment, he asked: "Dog meat? Where did you get the dog meat?"
Fang Sheng gently put his hand on his calf and said with a somewhat disappointed expression: "I killed a dog in the courtyard and stewed it for senior at night. I didn't expect that senior didn't like dog meat."
"Wait a minute..." At this time, Bohunya's face showed a hint of excitement and he asked, "Are you Mo Changjun's disciple?"
Fang Sheng returned and said: "Yes, I am a disciple of Mo Changjun, but that guy Mo Changjun has never taught me any martial arts and asked me to come to the kitchen and be a cook."
Suddenly Bohunya interrupted Fang Sheng's words and laughed loudly: "Hahaha. Okay, okay! Good boy! You finally took a breath of bad breath for me. It's so relieved and so happy."
Fang Sheng was a little confused and asked: "Senior, what does this mean?"
Bohunya grabbed the dog meat that was thrown aside and chewed it. While eating, he laughed and said: "Little man Guo! You made me imprisoned here for eighteen years. I, Ren, am eating your love at this moment.
Dog meat really relieves hatred, haha. If you could appear in front of me, I really want to tell you how delicious this dog meat tastes. Haha."
When Fang Sheng heard this, he suddenly realized that it turned out that Bohunya and Mo Changjun had a deep hatred. It seemed that he had accidentally made Bohunya angry this time. He stood up and asked Bohunya to teach him some
Martial arts mentality, but suddenly my calf hurt, I couldn't stand still and fell to my knees.
Bohunya saw the pain on Fang Sheng's face and asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you injured?"
Fang Sheng nodded slightly, then lifted up his pants, only to see that his calf was bloody and bruised. It looked like he was seriously injured. He said: "The younger one doesn't know Kung Fu, so he can only use his calf to seduce Mo Changjun.
The black dog came to bite me and took the opportunity to smash the dog’s head.”
Bohunya saw that Fang Sheng was careful in making wine and meat. He vomited out some filthy things with a "wow-" sound. Among the pieces of vomit, he picked out a small porcelain bottle and handed it to Fang Sheng:
"This is my original trauma medicine. Apply it once every three days and you will be fine within seven days. I never owe anyone any favors."
Fang Sheng was suddenly startled and begged: "Senior, since you want to repay the favor, I don't need this trauma medicine. Can you give me a martial arts guide?"
Bohunya saw Fang Sheng's nervous expression and said with a smile: "Why don't you want the best trauma medicine, but the martial arts mental method?"
Fang Sheng replied: "Senior, this trauma medicine can only cure my flesh wounds, but martial arts and mental techniques can save my life at critical moments."
Fang Sheng has realized that without strength, he simply cannot survive in this world of martial arts.
Bohunya smiled heartily, and the chains on his body were shaken and rattled, and said: "Boy, to tell you the truth, I have always planned to use some inferior ideas to exchange for your wine and meat. But after this
I changed my mind about this matter." At this point, a flash of extremely conceited expression suddenly flashed across his face, and he said: "I have mastered countless mental techniques in my life, but I don't think you have any foundation in martial arts.
, I will first teach you the first volume of "Xuanwu Zhigui". This book has a total of twelve volumes. Each volume has nine realms. When you put the first volume into the ninth realm of cultivation, I will naturally
Here’s the second volume for you.”
Although Fang Sheng had not heard of the prestigious "Xuanwu Purpose Return", he seemed to have seen the door to martial arts. The most special thing was that this door to martial arts was opened only for himself.
Time flies, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye.
Fang Sheng has been trying his best to send some exquisite meat to Bohunya in the dungeon. Coupled with his hard training over the past month, he has already reached the second level of the third volume of "The Return of Xuanwu"
Realm. Fang Sheng's cultivation level has also reached the realm of the middle stage of Binghe. The middle stage of Binghe is considered remarkable among this group of junior disciples. As far as Fang Sheng knows, the junior disciples in the same batch as him
The most outstanding disciples have only just reached the early stage of military alliance. Fang Sheng is already 90% sure about the assessment in two months. But in the next two months, he still has to find time to practice with his senior brother.
, after all, you have to pretend, if you don’t go once, you will pass the test inexplicably, which is not justified emotionally or rationally?
At this time, Fang Sheng had abundant Xuanwu Zhengui Qi flowing in his body, and chopping firewood and carrying water was an extremely easy task for him. That day, he carried a load of wet firewood and hurried back to the kitchen lightly.
But when he first entered the kitchen courtyard, the leisurely look on his face suddenly disappeared.
Because in the small courtyard, there was a person standing with his hands behind his back. This person was Mo Changjun.