Fang Yan lay on the ground for a long time, ate several century-old herbs, and finally recovered a lot, but the shock to his internal organs would not heal in a short time.
Standing outside the broken wooden door with the little beast, it was neither possible to enter nor not to enter. Looking at the four twisted characters "Don't enter the tavern" on the wooden plaque, Fang Yan was speechless and at the same time became more curious about this old man.
What kind of person is this? He is so defiant in melee combat, yet he opens such a tavern. This name is... shameful.
In the end, Fang Yan had no choice but to sit at the door, cross-legged and run blood to repair the damage to his internal organs. The little beast lay beside Fang Yan's legs indifferently, sleeping soundly, with the shape of its little head still unchanged on top of the snow-white stone shell. This stone shell was
The little beast seems to be a burden, and it tends to hit people every time it's in hand...
In the early morning of the next day, Fang Yan repaired himself overnight, and the injuries in his body had healed to some extent. It must be said that Zhan Xue was so overbearing. With such a serious injury, he was almost completely healed by adjusting his breathing overnight. If it had been someone else.
It takes at least ten and a half days to prepare herbs that are hundreds of years old.
Fang Yan woke up early and had already repaired the wooden door. He was a kid from a small village. Such a thing was not too difficult for him. The old man hadn't appeared yet, so Fang Yan had to continue to stay outside the door.
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Looking around, I had the opportunity to see the whole village clearly. Although the village in the early morning could not be described as singing birds and fragrant flowers, it was no exaggeration to say that it was refreshing and full of vitality. The village did not have four walls, and at a glance, there were houses of different heights.
There is a building located a short distance away, and it seems that there are many residents. Some of the houses are even located halfway up the mountain.
"Work." The old man opened the wooden door repaired by Fang Yan and said calmly.
Fang Yandun, who was wandering in all directions, was awakened and turned his head to take a look. He quickly said "Oh" and followed him in with the little beast.
The tavern is not big, but it is very simple. There are four or five tables and a few stools placed randomly. They are covered with dust. It is obvious that there are very few customers here. It makes sense that after seeing the name at the door, who would come?
The old man ignored Fang Yan and walked directly to the backyard.
Fang Yan didn't know what he should do. This old man saved him and asked him to work for him, but now he didn't explain anything. He was really a strange person.
After asking the little beast to take out his clothes, Fang Yan found a hidden corner and changed out of the blood-stained cloth, then tore off a relatively clean piece of cloth and began to clean the tables and stools that had not been cleaned for an unknown period of time.
"Bang, bang, crack, bang, drink." Fang Yan had just finished wiping the tables and stools when he heard collisions and soft drinks coming from the backyard. He was immediately curious. Could it be that someone was fighting in the backyard?
Fang Yan hurriedly walked to the backyard. When he saw the scene in front of him, his eyes suddenly lit up. What... was this training? Is this how the old man's heaven-defying fighting skills were practiced?
There was a huge black iron pillar placed in the center of the backyard, as big as three people hugging each other. Several thick iron rods were inserted into the iron pillar. The iron rods were covered with raised iron bumps. They looked hideous.
I saw the old man, with a pair of withered hands around the iron rod, hitting non-stop, elbows, palms, arms, shoulders, fists, feet, using it so hard that his feet never moved even half a step, his hands were sometimes full and full, and he was always holding
It is as round as one, with the center unchanged. Fang Yan was dumbfounded and envious when he saw it. He slowly fell into a state of obsession and couldn't help himself for a moment.
"Old man, Lao Na is here to drink. Hurry up and sell wine. Damn it, you are so unprofessional."
A rough and loud voice came from the hall.
Fang Yan, who was trapped in obsession, was instantly awakened by the sound and hurriedly walked towards the hall. The old man slowly stopped his hand, glanced at Fang Yan's back casually, and then walked towards the hall.
Fang Yan came to the front of the hall and looked at the big monk sitting on a clean bench in front of him like a sword. He suddenly thought that he was in the wrong place. Didn't the book say that family members cannot drink alcohol? He forgot to speak for a moment.
Seeing a strange young man appear, the monk gave a strange look, "Hey boy, the ghosts and ghosts last night must have something to do with you. Damn it, you disturbed my dream. You bought me this drink today. Do you have any objections?"
"The monk grinned and said in a rough voice.
Fang Yan was overwhelmed by the sudden words of the old monk in front of him and didn't know how to answer.
"If you dare to scream again next time you come to my place, I will throw you out." The old man put a wine bottle in front of the monk and said expressionlessly.
"I say, old man Tianting, be polite, or I will burn down your tavern," the old monk said with a loud voice.
The old man stopped paying attention to him, glanced at Fang Yan who was in a daze, then found a bench to sit down, closed his eyes and rested his mind.
"Boy, I'm telling you, if you don't want to invite me to drink today, I have to invite you. If you do, I'll invite you tomorrow. Do you hear me?"
Fang Yan carefully looked at the top monk in front of him. He was wearing a yellow monk's robe, his bald head was as shiny as oil, he had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a long gray beard on his chin. He seemed to have a certain talent.
He has the demeanor of an eminent monk, but what about his character...
"Ah, ah. Oh, I'm really sorry, old man, for disturbing you last night." Fang Yan said hurriedly when he regained consciousness.
"Old man? Boy, how old am I? Tell me clearly. Damn it, if you don't make it clear today, I won't be done with you." The old monk stood up and said excitedly.
"Ah..., that, that". Fang Yan's face instantly turned bitter. This monk was too...
"Hurry up and finish your drink and get out of here." The old man said calmly with his eyes closed.
"Old man from Tianting, tell me, am I old? Is this called vicissitudes of life? Vicissitudes of life, boy, do you understand? Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand." The old monk touched his shiny head and said intoxicated.
The old man stopped talking. Fang Yan nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes, it's been a long time." He didn't dare to make any mistakes and expressed his deep agreement.
"Well... I think you're not a bad guy. You understand quickly, so I won't argue with you." The old monk looked like a superior person. "But we are all on the same page. You kid, don't even think about talking nonsense. The wine is still good."
You have to please."
Fang Yan immediately wiped the cold sweat from his head. The monk's mind was racing too fast.
"Okay, okay, please, please, that..." Fang Yan didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, for fear that the other party would get excited again. But at the end of the sentence, he didn't know what to call him.
"Well, not bad, very good."
"Listen up, Lao Na's name is Butcher's Knife. If you put down the Dharma name, you can call me the Master of Putting Down." The old monk's face suddenly became sacred, and his noble demeanor was revealed.
Fang Yan "...‰...".
"Young man Fang Yan, I have seen the master of letting go." Fang Yan resisted the urge to curse and saluted respectfully.
Then the master put it down and hummed, and began to drink heavily. In the meantime, he kept talking about this and that, spitting frantically, and couldn't rest. Fang Yan learned that this monk was also a resident of this so-called "killing village".
When the old monk was leaving, he pulled Fang Yan and said that the boy was good, he suited my taste, he could fit into the same pot as my urethra, and he had a promising future. Fang Yan was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.
After the monk was finally served, Fang Yan sat on the bench and breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the little beast who had been sleeping soundly on the table in the corner and smiled.
"Close the door." The old man kept his eyes closed and said expressionlessly, as if nothing could change the color on his face.
Although Fang Yan didn't know why, he immediately went to close the wooden door.
"follow me".
Fang Yan quickly followed the old man to the backyard.
"You will live here from now on." The old man opened a wooden door and walked towards his house without waiting for a reply.
The house was simple and small, with flying dust and pungent humidity. It was obvious that no one had lived there for a long time. Fang Yan immediately started to clean the house. He looked around to make sure that nothing was wrong. Then he sat cross-legged on the stone bed.
Practice.
Looking inside the body, after so many life-and-death battles and the nourishment of medicinal herbs, the orange battle blood has become a little deeper, a bit leaning towards dark orange. I think it will enter the later stage of orange transformation soon.
I don't know how long it took, but there was a sound of "bang, bang, crack, bang" in my ears. Fang Yan immediately opened his eyes, stood up quickly and opened the wooden door. What he saw was the scene of the old man hitting the huge iron pile. He was very excited.
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The old man seemed to ignore Fang Yan's appearance and didn't care at all. He continued to hit the iron pile without any pause. He waved his hands vigorously and forcefully, constantly changing, but always consistent. Fang Yan was dazzled by the sight, but he felt it was crisp and clean.
Fang Yan became more and more frightened as he watched. How could such power be unleashed?
I saw the old man straighten his hand many times and slowly put it within an inch of the iron pillar, suddenly clenched his fist, and twitched his arms slightly. The huge iron pillar was hit with a "bang" sound, shaking and shaking.
How much force is this? How to exert it? He sprints without any concentration. Fang Yan is stuck in a blind spot and can't figure it out.
The more I watched, the more fascinated I became. In the end, I couldn't help but slowly wave my hands along with the old man. But I couldn't get the old man's feeling, that feeling of making the air explode with a random fist.
The old man suddenly whispered "drink".
I saw the old man put his hand not far away from the iron pillar, and then hit it hard. His arm shook vigorously, and a loud "bang" sound exploded. Suddenly, the entire huge iron pillar seemed to be falling down, shaking violently, and the iron pillar shook violently.
Mr. Zhu said that it weighed ten thousand kilograms, and the stone ground was shaken with cracks. It shook as if the ground was about to collapse, which was terrifying.
Fang Yan had a stupid expression on his face, his mouth was so wide that he could put down several steamed buns, and he was even more frightened inside. Is this the power that the body can exert? If someone said that a powerful person can use a spiritual sword to lift ten thousand kilograms, Fang Yan would definitely believe it, but in
Before this, no one would believe anyone who said that someone could shake a thousand pounds and beat someone to death with just physical strength.
When the movement stopped, the old man glanced at Fang Yan, who was still in shock, without blushing or out of breath.
Without any expression, he walked slowly towards the hall.
"Wait, wait, old man, can you teach me? I want to learn." Fang Yan woke up, his desire was unprecedentedly strong, and an inexplicable courage surged out. He urgently stepped forward and shouted to the old man's back.
road.
The old man paused for a moment, then continued walking towards the hall without any reply. It was as if he hadn't heard anything.
Looking at the old man's back, Fang Yan's face became more resolute and his eyes were firm. If you didn't refuse, you would have a chance.
(Brothers, if you think it’s okay, please recommend the vegetable soup. This result is a bit miserable)