Fang Yan immediately ran after the old man's back.
The old man cherished his words like gold. Without looking at Fang Yan who was following behind him, he opened the wooden door and walked towards the village.
"Don't Enter the Tavern" is located at the front of the village. It's still a little far away from the center of the village where houses gather. Otherwise, Fang Yan wouldn't have thrown the little beast and smashed it in front of his door that night.
Fang Yan didn't call the little beast who was still sleeping soundly, and hurriedly followed the old man out.
At this time, the old man didn't have the strong and domineering aura of last night. He was just like an ordinary old man, walking slowly and tremblingly, and stopping from time to time to look at the beautiful mountain scenery around him, neither sad nor happy.
Fang Yan didn't say anything more about learning the art of warfare, and just followed silently. When he walked, I walked, and when he stopped, I stopped. I was very curious in my heart, why such an old man lived such a life. In Fang Yan's heart
, such a person should be the kind of powerful man who is powerful in all directions and can make waves with his hands.
It was such a distance that Fang Yan could cover in an instant, and he followed the old man for half an hour. There was no impatience on Fang Yan's face, and he remained silent.
When he came to the village, Fang Yan was even more curious. Is there such a place in a "poor mountain and bad water"? Or is it a place with such an evil name as "Killing Village"?
Fang Yan followed the old man. It was already evening. At this time, the village was just like an ancient village. Every household was busy cooking, and most of the houses were filled with green smoke. Some even more...
He took the food and ate on the ground in front of the door.
Are these all mortals? How could such a warm and harmonious scene be so notorious as a "killing village".
"Dear God, have you eaten? I just made it. How about you come and have a drink?" A middle-aged man who was standing by the roadside saw the old man and quickly stood up and said with a smile. "This little kid is the ghost last night."
Let’s call him.”
Fang Yan stood aside and quickly apologized with a forced smile.
"Go away, can you give me that wine? God, you'd better go to mine, I brew Baihua wine." A charming middle-aged woman ran up and said. "And this sad little brother,
That cry last night was so charming.”
Fang Yan apologized again and again, feeling speechless. Sad brother?
"I said Poison Widow, who dares to go to your house of poisons? God, you should go to mine."
The old man glanced at the two of them expressionlessly, shook his head slightly, and continued to walk forward without leaving any words.
Fang Yan hurriedly followed. Seeing that the old man had a high prestige in the village, anyone who saw the old man on the road would send out such an invitation. Fang Yan was no longer surprised now. It’s just that everyone seemed to have heard last night
Every movement and movement had to be retold. Fang Yan kept apologizing and handed over his hand, which almost hurt when he lifted it up.
"Each of them has at least a hundred lives on their hands." The old man with a slow pace suddenly said calmly.
"Ah." Fang Yan was so shocked by the sudden words that he didn't react for a moment. Are they just a group of people with smiles on their faces, just like ordinary people?
"No, it can't be, old man, it doesn't look like it." Fang Yan was full of disbelief.
The old man didn't speak again.
Fang Yan was horrified. If it was really what the old man said, it would be terrible. What kind of village is this?
"Oh, little Yanzi, we meet again. Look, what did I say? I said you are to my liking. You brought me wine." When the two of them passed by an unusually conspicuous luxurious mansion,
A voice suddenly came out.
Fang Yan suddenly sweated on his forehead when he heard this voice. This voice was deeply remembered. That dead monk in the morning insisted on calling him Xiaoyanzi, saying that it would be more cordial. However, if Fang Yan refused to agree, the other party would use force, and in the end he had no choice but to compromise.
.Fang Yan was on the point of crying without tears. He broke into a cold sweat when he heard this voice.
"Haha, old man from Heaven, why are you here too? Just bring some wine and ask Xiao Yanzi to come alone." An old monk with a shiny head walked out of the mansion.
"Put it down, Master, can you please stop calling me Xiao Yanzi? Well, look at me as a man..." Fang Yan said with a bitter face.
"That's not okay. This is called cordiality. Kindness."
Dear uncle, Fang Yan was furious in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it. Who knows what level of master this old monk is. A dead monk is really enjoying himself, living in such a luxurious mansion. Fang Yan said fiercely in his heart.
"No wine, passing by." The old man said coldly.
"Damn it, you want to pass by my house without wine?" The old monk immediately changed his face, "There is no door, take a detour, you bastard, get the hell out of my way and rob the road."
There was a ping-pong sound from the door, and then a middle-aged man with a Buddhist sword on his head, a magic wand in his left hand, and a steel fork in his right hand, with an excited face, hurriedly ran out.
"Who is it, old man, who is robbing someone? Tell me quickly and I will kill him." The middle-aged man looked at the old monk and said excitedly.
"Damn it, why did you bring out my eminent monk Mao and his magic weapon?" The old monk looked at his son's appearance and said angrily.
"Didn't you say you want to fight? It's better if I wear a hat to feel safer. I can get more weapons and be more powerful." The middle-aged man said with a proud smile.
Fang Yan looked at the middle-aged man, with black lines flowing out of his head... Where does this come from, this dress...
"Well, that's right. It makes sense. Come on, go ahead and rob the old man from Heaven. Don't let him pass." The old monk said thoughtfully.
When the middle-aged man heard what the old monk said, he looked at the old man and immediately threw away all the things that could threaten him. He quickly stepped forward to flatter him and said, "Uncle Tianting, I didn't know it was you. I'll take it as my fault."
I don’t exist, you can do whatever you want to do to the old man, just do whatever you want, I won’t even see you.”
"Damn, Tu Qiang, I gave birth to you and raised you in vain, you white-eyed wolf." The old monk was furious.
Fang Yan wanted to laugh, but he held it back tightly. I called him the butcher's knife, and the boy called me the butcher's knife? Haha.
"This young hero must be the brave man last night. It's a pleasure to meet you. I've admired you for a long time. It's such a tragic song that shocked the world. It's not as famous as it is, but it's even more famous when we meet." Tu Qiang smiled when he saw Fang Yan standing behind the old man.
road.
Fang Yan "...".
"Let's go." The old man said simply, and then walked forward.
Fang Yan ignored this pair of top-notch father and son who amazed him, and quickly followed him, fearing that he would be kidnapped by the old monk.
"Old man Tianting, I'm in a good mood today, so I'm kindly letting you go. Don't think I'm afraid of you, little Yanzi..." When Fang Yan heard the voice from behind, he quickened his pace and was almost in front of the old man.
.
The old man led Fang Yan through the village and towards a large mountain.
Fang Yan had long noticed this large mountain, which was extremely dazzling.
The mountain peak is extremely high and seems to be extremely dangerous. There is a majestic waterfall flowing down from the top of the mountain, more than a thousand meters long, as if falling from the sky like a roaring silver dragon.
The two of them came under the waterfall, "Wow, wow". The sound of water was noisy. Fang Yan was close to the waterfall for the first time in his life, and he was amazed. The clear water like silver pillars dropped straight down from the top of the thousand-meter peak.
When it hits the big rocks, the explosion sound is loud and loud, as if it is breaking through the rocks. Water splashes fly everywhere, and occasionally a rainbow of seven colors appears in the water splashes, which is really beautiful.
The old man looked at the waterfall with fascination, as if it contained some secret. Fang Yan also looked straight at it. After watching for a long time, it was almost dark, but he couldn't see anything. The only feeling was that his eyes hurt...
"If you want to learn my fighting method, you must first defeat this waterfall." The old man suddenly said.
"Old man, can you defeat this waterfall? How?" Fang Yan's face was full of doubts, but his heart was extremely excited.
"When can you stop using the power of heaven and earth and just rely on physical strength to cut off the waterfall? I will teach you my tactics." After saying that, the old man walked back.
"Old man, how is this possible? Such a huge waterfall is flowing down. How can it be cut off with just the physical body?" Fang Yan shouted at the old man's back in disbelief.
The old man turned around and took only one step. His body instantly appeared under the waterfall a few meters away. Then, he raised his hands slightly and fought with his arms. The water suddenly exploded with extremely powerful impact. For a moment, the entire water flow went straight up and was cut off from top to bottom.
A fault appeared. Fang Yan screamed in shock. Was this done purely by physical energy? Fang Yan was a little skeptical. Or is there any trick?
The old man took his hand back and the waterfall flowed again.
"When will you understand how to break the waterfall? When will I teach you fighting techniques? In the meantime, don't let me find you watching me practice." The old man walked back and said in a cold voice, "You want to learn fighting techniques from me.
You are not allowed to use any spiritual power during this period." His steps seemed to be slow, but one step at a time, as soon as he finished speaking, the person had already disappeared without a trace.
Fang Yan stared at the waterfall blankly. He didn't ask why he couldn't watch him practice. Fang Yan knew that the old man must have a reason for saying this. If he really didn't want to teach him, he wouldn't have brought himself here. Maybe he just did it
Question his punishment.
He kept replaying the scene just now in his mind, thinking about every detail of the old man, raising his hands, shaking his arms, and the water flowing. His body involuntarily demonstrated the old man's movements. After a long time, Fang Yan paused, shook his head and sighed. He didn't have any understanding.
Looking at the majestic waterfall in front of me, I felt helpless.
Thinking of the old man's domineering attitude last night, Fang Yan's expression became firm again. Regardless of whether it was getting dark or not, he walked resolutely towards the rocks under the waterfall that had been polished and lubricated for a long time.
When Fang Yan stood on the rock for the first time, his feet suddenly felt a little floating. The huge impact of the water hit him. He was unable to stand for a moment and was knocked backwards. He fell heavily on the rock and rolled into the pool.
middle.
Going ashore, he continued towards the waterfall, and was hit into the pool again. Just like that, Fang Yan repeated the same action again and again as if he didn't know the pain.
The sky had already turned dark. Fang Yan could finally count the breaths under the waterfall.
Without using any fighting force, just relying on physical resistance, the water hit the head and body, making a crackling sound, and the pain was excruciating. The cloth shoes under his feet had already been pierced, which was caused by excessive force under his feet.
Once again, I couldn't hold on anymore, and I was knocked down ruthlessly by the current, and rolled heavily into the Bitan.
He climbed up to the shore with difficulty and lay down on the shore, breathing heavily. No matter how tired or painful he was, he did not dare to use any fighting strength. This is what the old man said. It was all about the strength of the body. Fang Yan did not dare to make mistakes.
.
After a long time, he finally recovered slowly. Fang Yan wanted to continue exercising. But looking at the dark sky, he had to give up and walked towards the village extremely tired.
(The second chapter is here, a total of 6000+, brothers, please help with recommendations)