Fang Yan glanced at the big pit in front of him and sighed. This time he owed the Killing Village such a huge favor. He shook his head slightly and walked towards the tavern.
Fang Yan thought about the punch he had just knocked away the leader of the Black Water Sect. The memory was still fresh. It was a feeling he had never experienced before. It came so suddenly and was so powerful. Could it be that he realized the strength during the battle?
?
The more I thought about it, the more likely it was that it felt exactly like what the old man said. I quickly quickened my pace and wanted to find out something from the old man as soon as possible.
"Old man, was that punch I just used to defeat the leader of the Black Water Sect an inch strong?" Fang Yan found the old man in the backyard and asked impatiently, with a vague look on his face.
The old man stopped making wine, raised his head and said, "Don't you already know?" Then he continued with his head buried in the wine.
"It's true, hehe, I finally figured out the strength, hehe." Fang Yan was confirmed and giggled happily. This strength made him anxious. After practicing for dozens of days, there was no progress at all.
, I thought I was not suitable for this practice. Unexpectedly, this time it was a blessing in disguise. Then something suddenly occurred to me.
"Old man, the purpose of asking me to compete with them is to help me learn strength in battle, right?" Fang Yan said.
The old man didn't answer or deny, and continued working.
Fang Yan knew the answer he wanted and was deeply moved. The old man had really good intentions and did it, but he never explained it. Fang Yan gave a deep bow to the old man and said with a slight trembling, "Thank you, old man.
I, I want to take you as my teacher, okay?"
The old man shook his hands slightly and slowly raised his head to look at Fang Yan, "No need, I have already taught you my most powerful fighting method. You can't learn anything from me."
"Old man, what you have given me is enough for me to learn in my lifetime, so just accept me as your disciple." Fang Yan said anxiously as he knelt down.
The old man was speechless. He waved his withered palm slightly, and Fang Yan's kneeling figure was lifted up by an unknown force.
When Fang Yan saw that the old man did not refuse, he was so happy that he ran to the front hall. The old man looked at Fang Yan's back and smiled from the bottom of his heart, which was better than before.
After a while, Fang Yan ran back with a wine pot and wine glass.
The old man stood up. Fang Yan quickly stepped forward, filled the glass with wine, knelt on his knees, and respectfully handed the wine to the old man.
The old man took the wine glass with a slight trembling, and the wine overflowed. The old man drank it all without missing a drop.
"Master, please bow to me, my disciple." Fang Yan knelt down on the ground and kowtowed three times excitedly. This time, the old man didn't stop him. Since it was a master-disciple relationship, he could bear it.
The old man helped Fang Yan up, smiled in front of Fang Yan for the first time and said, "Okay."
Fang Yan kept giggling again, just like a child at this time.
After that war, the killing village returned to its previous peace. However, the old monk's big mouth spread the news about the old man taking Fang Yan as his disciple, which caused a wave of chaos in the village.
They were almost trampled, they were all here to congratulate, and they came to ask Fang Yan for the bottle of wine...
It has been more than a month since he became a disciple. During this time, under the careful explanation of the old man's master, Fang Yan has become more and more proficient in Cun Jin and Youlong fighting techniques, and is much better than the last battle.
At night, Fang Yan was walking back to the tavern after exercising at the mountain waterfall.
A crescent moon hung in the dark sky, full of stars, and the breeze felt extremely cool on my face.
"Time flies so fast. It's been almost a year since I left the ancient village. Alas...it's time for me to leave now." Fang Yan thought silently. Then he quickened his pace and walked towards the tavern.
The next day, Fang Yan still got up early and was hammering iron stakes in the backyard. Now Fang Yan was able to exert his energy freely and skillfully, and he had even mastered the essence of the Wandering Dragon fighting method, which gave him the aura of the old man.
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Fang Yan had decided to leave today and was waiting to explain it to his master. He did not inform him in advance for fear of adding to the sadness. Fang Yan was used to this method and did not like the scene of parting.
"Master." When he saw the old man walking out of the room, Fang Yan quickly stepped forward and said respectfully.
"Well, when do you plan to leave?" the old man said suddenly.
"Master, how did you know?" Fang Yan was shocked. How did master know that I was leaving?
The old man is a man who is about to become a spirit. How could he not know that Fang Yan will leave sooner or later. It is impossible for the war-blooded body to be reborn after thousands of years and stay here forever. The mainland is going to be turbulent.
"When are you leaving?" the old man asked again.
"Master, I want to leave today." Fang Yan said awkwardly.
"Okay...go, the mainland is your real battlefield." The old man looked at Fang Yan kindly for the first time, and said, "When you get outside, remember, don't underestimate anyone, the war blood is not invincible, the mainland is too
It’s a big place and there are too many strange people. It’s so different from this forgotten place.”
"Master, I can do it." Fang Yan said respectfully, and then he was confused, "Master, what is the place of oblivion?" Fang Yan said curiously when he heard such a statement for the first time.
"The area we are in is called the Land of Oblivion." The old man said slowly, "This place is isolated from the real continent. There is a huge difference. You will understand when you get to the real continent." The old man said
The child seemed to be remembering something.
Fang Yan was shocked. He didn't expect that there was such a saying. What does the real continent look like? Fang Yan showed a longing expression.
"Let's go, there is a formation gate on the edge of the 'poor mountains and bad waters' from here, which leads to the mainland." The old man looked at Fang Yan for a long time and said.
"Master, take care." Fang Yan suppressed his emotions, knelt down and kowtowed to the old man three times, then turned and left without any delay.
The old man stared at Fang Yan's back until he disappeared...
Whenever this happens, it is the most uncomfortable time for Fang Yan. Fang Yan hates this feeling very much, so every separation is so sudden and direct.
The little beast stood on Fang Yan's shoulder, silently.
Fang Yan stood on a high ground outside the village, looking at this simple village quietly, feeling reluctant to leave. He spent most of his time here, learned too much, and gained too much. Here
Everyone in the family was deeply imprinted in Fang Yan's heart, and they were all his benefactors. Fang Yan left without saying goodbye to anyone.
Goodbye, I will come back to see you.
After a long time, he turned around and left.
"Little Yanzi, you are so damn useless. You don't want to say goodbye to me when you are leaving." Suddenly a rough voice came, and the old monk and his son flew over.
The arrival of the old monk really shocked me. How could he know that he was leaving?
Fang Yan gave an embarrassed smile, "I'm sorry to put it down, Master, but I really don't like the scene of saying goodbye, so..."
"You kid, hey, I'm just about to let this little brat of mine go to the mainland to make a living. He can't carry forward the Buddhist path in this bad place, and it's not convenient to carry forward the Buddhist spirit in the mainland. How about letting him go with you this time." Old man.
The monk did not blame Fang Yan and smiled.
"House, you are lucky this time. With a master like me walking with you, it will definitely be smooth. No need to thank me, haha." Tu Qiang stepped forward and said with a smile. Fang Yan refused to let him call him Xiaoyanzi.
, this girl said that calling her by a given name was too disrespectful, so she changed her nickname to Fang Yan... These father and son are indeed the same person.
Fang Yan's forehead was sweating again, so this scumbag monk was going to carry forward the Buddhist path? Fortunately, the old monk could think of it. With his character and walking with him, he didn't know what kind of trouble he would cause, but the old monk said so.
Well, what else can I say?
"Okay, then let's go together." Fang Yan nodded helplessly.
The little beast's eyes narrowed into moon buds, and he looked very happy. During this period, the relationship between the little guy and the old monk and his son was getting along well. They were equally wretched, often causing havoc in the village and killing villagers."
"Resentments arose", and a comradeship seemed to be born...
"Little Yanzi, since you have accepted the old man from Heaven as your teacher." The old monk's expression suddenly became serious, "When you arrive on the mainland, if you have a chance, help the old man visit his family. He has not been here in these years.
easy."
Fang Yan had already guessed that the old master was definitely not simple. When he heard the old monk say this, he was not too surprised. But the master didn't say anything, so he didn't ask any more questions.
"You said, I will definitely go." Fang Yan said firmly, "Old monk, can you tell me what my master was like before."
"Hey, it's okay to tell you. The old man... used to be the patriarch of the Dongzhou family and the Tianting family. His real name is Tianting Invincible. He is extremely talented. He was already a strong man of the fourth level of War Lord a hundred years ago. He is famous in Dongzhou. He is
There is great hope to advance to the holy realm and become a saint, but..." The old monk's face showed a look of sadness for his old friend.
"However, he is too ambitious and too strong. He insists on going to the Killing Mountain to find a greater opportunity. No one can dissuade him. Everyone thinks that he is looking for death. That place is an ancient bad land, a place of death. For thousands of years,
No one who went in could survive. Just when everyone thought the old man was dead inside, he miraculously escaped. However, he was seriously injured. From then on, for unknown reasons, the old man’s
My cultivation has plummeted, from the realm of war master to the edge of being a guide now." The old monk had a sad look on his face.
"No one knows what he went through in the Killing God Mountain, and he never mentioned it. The Wandering Dragon Fighting Technique is the unparalleled military exploits he created on his own after coming out of the Killing God Mountain. I guess it must be related to the experience inside."
The old monk slowly told the old man's past in a heavy voice.
"Old man from Heaven, it's not been easy these years. Fortunately, God has treated him well and he has a successor with blood of war." The old monk looked at Fang Yan with a smile.
"You..." Fang Yan was shocked, not only surprised by the old man's glorious past, but also surprised that the old monk knew about his bloodshed.
"Little Yanzi, you don't have to worry. Not many people know about the bloody war, but there must be a lot of them. I know it's nothing." The old monk said with a smile.
Fang Yan slowly calmed down, "I still have to advance to the realm of the third transformation of blood as soon as possible, and become blood crystal. Then the blood can return to the appearance of a normal person, and it will not be exposed so easily." Fang Yan thought in his mind.
road.
"Hey, you all know it." Fang Yan sighed, and then said, "Master still has such a glorious past. Why is there such a weird injury that is so overbearing? Is there no way to recover from the past?" Fang Yan was amazed at the master's experience.
"Back then, the Tianting family looked everywhere for a way, but they couldn't stop the old man's decline in cultivation. I don't know if there is a way."
Fang Yan felt sad for his master, and at the same time secretly determined that he would have one more thing to do in the future, to find a cure for his master.
Tu Qiang, who had been silent for the whole time, was tsking at the side, "I didn't expect Uncle Tianting to be so awesome before. The old man didn't tell me, and you, the house, Zhan Xue, tsk tsk, that's amazing, I'll hang out with you in the future,
The popular ones drink the spicy ones, hehe."
The old monk and Fang Yan automatically filtered out the words of Tu Qiang, and even the little beast didn't take it seriously.
"Okay, you can leave. Remember to come back and see us old guys when you have the opportunity. Remember to bring good wine, haha, I'm leaving." The old monk covered up his sadness and returned with a big smile.
Obviously he doesn't like this scene very much either.
"Let's go." Fang Yan said heavily, leading the little beast towards the depths, with the butcher's gun holding his big shiny bald butt to follow.
The "Killing Village" was still peaceful, but there were many pairs of eyes looking at the place where Fang Yan was just now, saying goodbye silently.