The old man nodded: "That's Crazy Fox. You've killed everyone, and you still don't know his name?"
It turned out that Mad Fox’s real name was Li Qiuping. You Fang was slightly surprised and said, “Do you know him and what is your relationship with him?”
The little old man who had been smiling all the time sighed: "Oh, it doesn't matter. I came here for Kuanghu. I was originally optimistic about this man's qualifications and thought he was a promising material. I wanted to accept him as my disciple, but unexpectedly I saw him in person.
I saw him fall into your hands."
You Fang quietly took two steps back, secretly working up all his energy and alertness, and asked calmly: "You want to take the mad fox as your disciple? Why didn't you save him last night and instead focused on me?"
The old man shook his head and said: "Save him? In fact, I know that he is not a good person. Not only is he not a good person, but even if he is pulled out and shot ten times, it will be easy! He deserves his fate today."
"Then you still like this apprentice?" You Fang was a little confused.
The old man looked up to the sky and took a deep breath. His expression was a bit lonely. He looked at the sky with his hands behind his back and said to himself: "I want to find a suitable successor to inherit the mantle. Is it easy? Talents are rare! ... The mad fox deserves to die.
But if he falls into my hands, it is better to use it than to kill him. I want him to no longer be a mad fox, but to become the successor I hope. If he can't do it, I will do it like you, but I haven't done it yet.
By the time I come to the door, you have already made the first move."
According to the old man's intention, he wanted to take away the mad fox and let him "reform" to inherit the mantle. However, when You Fang killed the mad fox, the old man clearly saw it but did not stop him. He just sighed.
You Fang accompanied him and said cautiously: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but there is no need to sigh. With your skills, you have many options if you want to find a successor. Why should you feel sorry for such a person?"
"Are there many choices?" The old man's tone suddenly became excited, and his expression was not only lonely but also sad: "In the 23rd year of the Republic of China, when I was thirty-nine years old, I accepted my first apprentice. That child was like my own son.
Normally. It didn't take long for the Japanese Japanese invaders to come in. He said that we good men should fight for the national disaster together. This was a righteous act, and of course I had to support it. I gave him many of my treasures for self-defense. Unexpectedly, God's will played a trick on me, and he died in the battle.
In the 33rd year of the Republic of China, I finally fell in love with another descendant, and took him under my sect to teach him all I had learned. Unexpectedly, after this child came out of the mountain, he accidentally fell in love with an adulterer and colluded with bandits to do evil. I personally took action to clean up the family, including myself.
They were all injured. After liberation, I taught a third apprentice. I thought that the inheritance of my mantle would be settled for the rest of my life, but later he went to Tibet with the government to suppress the rebellion and died in a secret fight.
In the following decades, I worked hard to find several more disciples who had the qualifications to inherit what I had learned, but they all failed to end well due to various reasons. Kuang Hu is already the ninth person I have taken a liking to, although
I know that this person is not a kind person, but I still want to try and see if I can persuade him to start a new life and inherit my mantle. Doing this is forced and not my original wish, so I am even more unlucky. Before I even come to the door, he has already fallen into your hands.
It’s in.”
This old man was quite unlucky. He took in eight apprentices and eight of them died. The ninth one he liked was already killed before he could be accepted as his disciple. If there really is a crow's mouth in the legend, then he must have crow's eyes.
Whoever you like is unlucky, he deserves to be the broom star master!
What makes You Fang even more horrified is that the old man claimed that he was thirty-nine years old in the 23rd year of the Republic of China, so wouldn’t he be 115 years old this year? You can’t tell it from the outside at all. People who practice martial arts are considered to have grown up internally.
No matter how good your kung fu is and how long you live, you cannot still be the opponent of a strong young man who is successful in martial arts after you are a hundred years old.
You Fang couldn't believe it, almost thinking that the old man was mentally ill, but his martial arts was so good, so he could only vaguely advise: "Old man, although your martial arts are very good, it is not that it is so difficult to find a successor. It took you so many years to find a successor."
Nine of them, including gangsters and gangsters. To put it bluntly, although I am not as good as you now, but if I work hard for another twenty years, I may not be worse than you in Kung Fu. What you said is too exaggerated."
"Exaggeration?" The old man showed an angry face, squinted at You Fang and asked, "Who do you think I am?"
You Fang: "You are a martial arts senior with unique skills. Do you still need to ask?"
The old man suddenly laughed again, the kind of ridicule that blew out his nostrils: "I am not a martial arts practitioner. The reason why I know some kung fu is just to make it easier to walk in the mountains and defend myself. Do you think I am looking for a successor to teach you?
Martial arts?"
This old man had a lot of expressions, and his words and actions were very willful. Maybe he was mentally ill. You Fang became more and more confused and even a little dizzy. He didn't want to continue to entangle with him, but he couldn't walk away immediately, so he could only frown.
Asked: "Then which branch of the world are you always an expert in?"
The old man's expression became very proud, even a bit solemn in his pride, and he replied seriously: "I am a contemporary earth master."
You Fang was stunned for a moment before he realized that the term "Earth Master" was an honorific title given to Feng Shui masters in ancient times. However, in modern times, his reputation has become notorious. He was once criticized as a monster, a monster, and a representative of feudal superstition. He really couldn't understand the old man.
What's there to be proud of?
However, the old man hadn't finished his words yet. He looked at You Fang like a gourmet staring at a plate of dishes and commented: "We are peers. At a young age, you can be Mr. Palm Eyes for Mad Fox without showing any flaws or scheming."
His skills and methods are all excellent, and his foundation is also very good... People like Kuanghu should just die. It's a blessing in disguise. You lose something and gain something. You are younger than him, have better qualifications, and are famous in the world.
If you train your skills well under my sect, you might as well become the next generation of Earth Master..."
You Fang quickly waved his hand: "Stop it, stop it, what do you mean, do you want to accept me as your apprentice?"
The old man had a serious face and said seriously: "How can it be that simple? Am I such a casual person? I do think you are a talent, but I still have to observe and test it, not only your qualifications and understanding, but also your human nature.
Sex, if you meet my requirements, I will accept you as my disciple. Young man, cherish the opportunity!"
You Fang didn't know whether to cry or laugh. This old man was really not an ordinary "casual" man. He casually watched others kill people and set fires, as if he was watching a show, and then chased them for dozens of miles just to tell others that he was "casual."
"I've taken a fancy to it." Judging from the old man's intention, it seems that he has given Tian Da a great deal of face and is just waiting for You Fang to get up on the pole and beg him.
You Fang repeatedly bowed his hands and said: "Old senior, I'm afraid you have misunderstood. Although I have learned some Jianghu Feng Shui, I have never believed in it, and I have never thought about really wanting a local teacher. You'd better choose another good person.
...Besides, you, senior, are very advanced, but I, the junior, are really mediocre and cannot reach that high level."
The old man's face darkened: "You have to be qualified if you want to climb high. I said this because you have rare qualifications. What do you mean, do you mean you don't take me seriously?"
You Fang hurriedly explained: "I don't dare, but I don't have this ambition, and I'm afraid I won't be able to pass your old test, so don't waste your time with me." He had already made this nervous old man miserable, but he couldn't speak.
I dare not be rude.
The old man was not angry, but looked at You Fang thoughtfully, as if he wanted to see through the young man in front of him. This look made You Fang's heart go crazy, and he just heard him mutter: "Are you scared by what I just said?
Did it happen? None of my apprentices died a happy death, and you are also afraid of bad luck in the future... I think you should be fine. This time I originally had my eye on Kuanghu. If anything unexpected happens, his death has already been taken care of for you.
Got the quota."
You almost didn't laugh out loud, but your heart felt bitter. How can such a thing count for a quota? But it's hard to say in this world. There is a river beach in my hometown. The water is very clear and shallow, which is good for swimming and bathing in summer.
It is a place where people drown every year, no more, no less, exactly two. The local old people said that it was the devil sent by the Lord of Hell to catch people, and there are only two places a year.
You Fang shook his head vigorously and begged with a wry smile: "Old man, I really don't have this ambition. I am just a small person who lives in the world and is not worthy of your fancy. And this kind of thing depends on your own will.
, you can’t force me to become your teacher, right? If there’s nothing else, please forgive me for leaving.”
The old man snorted and said: "Who is forcing you? Do you think I will accept you as a disciple easily? If you can't meet my requirements, there will be no chance! ... But you want to leave so easily without giving a
Explain?"
It was a threat, it was indeed a threat! You Fang's initial guess was not wrong. The old man had some intention of seizing him, but he never expected this. You Fang could only ask politely: "What do you always want?"
What do I have to say?"
There was a sly smile in the corner of the old man's eyes, like a weasel seeing a chicken: "Although I'm not a policeman, but I saw you killing someone, so I can't just let you go without paying any attention. At least you have to tell me.
Do you know why? If it makes sense, I can let you go. If it is indeed a crime, then your skills will be ruined!"
You Fang shuddered: "You know those people deserve to die."
The old man shook his head: "Just because they deserved to die doesn't mean you can commit murder at will. I see that your purpose of killing someone is not to make money, so I didn't show up on the spot but have been following you for observation. I tested it just now, and you don't seem to be extremely vicious."
Otherwise, why would you have allowed yourself to be so verbose until now? Tell me what grudge you have against that group of people."
You Xiang looked around, the sky was already bright, and the figures of farmers who got up early could be vaguely seen in the fields in the distance. He could only say with a grimace: "We are all fellow Jianghu people. Since I let you bump into me, I naturally have to explain to my seniors."
It's clear...but you also saw that I just killed someone, it's almost dawn, and I have to rush back to the city to finish the matter. Can I explain it again when I have a chance?"
As you spoke, You Fang stepped back, his eyes quietly moving to both sides, planning to find an opportunity to escape. Unexpectedly, the old man nodded generously: "Well, what you said makes sense. Now that you have taken action, you must do it cleanly.
Some. You go, we will find a place tomorrow and chat over a drink."
You Fang quickly clasped his fists: "Okay, let's talk tomorrow. I'll say goodbye first!"
He turned around and was about to slip away when the old man suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute!"
You Fang turned around again and asked: "Senior, do you have any other instructions?" At the same time, he thought to himself - it's not easy to escape after all. This old man must be asking about his whereabouts and contact information. What kind of nonsense can he make up to deal with it?
?
Unexpectedly, the old man did not ask how to find him, but shook his arm and said in a lecturing tone: "Young man, don't be too crazy. What did you just say? Since ancient times, boxing has been afraid of young people. I may not be injured if I fight hard."
I can’t repel you.’ Before I leave, I’ll let you see the true skills of contemporary earth masters!”
As he spoke, the old man suddenly stepped forward and used the same attack action as the last time. He still stretched out his right arm and used two fingers to capture Yu Fang's eyes. This man was so talkative that he always hit whenever he asked, every time he struck.
Everything was strange and unpredictable. You Fang subconsciously parried and counterattacked, but the old man retracted his arm as soon as he touched it, and then stomped his feet heavily.
Was there an earthquake? You Fang suddenly felt the ground shaking violently under his feet. Practicing the foundation of internal boxing all starts with standing on the stance. If the foot plate is unstable, it is impossible to compete with the masters, and at this moment, You Fang is not even close.
He fell to the ground, let alone launched a counterattack.
"Although you acted cleanly last night, you also hurt your soul and exposed too many flaws in front of me." The old man's voice came from my ears, and then everything returned to normal.
It was all an illusion just now. The asphalt road under my feet had not moved at all. There was no wind around, not even a particle of dust was raised. The most profound Kung Fu in the legend can not only attack people's bodies, but also directly attack people's spiritual consciousness.
.You Fang's extraordinary skills, but suddenly he had the illusion that the earth was shaking, so that he could not stand firmly with the stake. This was the first time in his life!
He stood next to the highway. Several cars passed by at high speed on the national highway, sending several broken plastic bags flying into the air, but the old man had disappeared. It seemed that what just happened had never happened at all. You Fang was already breaking out in a cold sweat.
, some are even not sure whether the old man is a human or a ghost? You Fang does not believe that there are ghosts in the world, but if he is a human, it would be too unbelievable.
You Fang thought he was calm enough and had always seemed calm and collected after the murder. But when he was disturbed by this old man, he felt uneasy and helpless. The old man just left without even asking for his contact information. Really
Not like a normal person - no matter who he is, he takes this opportunity to run away quickly.
When the sun rose, You Fang rushed to an intercity bus station, got on a bus and entered Qingxian County. There was a private guest house next to a secluded street, where Kuanghu and You Fang stayed.
A place to stay. Nowadays, many high-end hotels have installed camera surveillance and storage equipment. They try not to leave too many traces of their whereabouts, so they found a guest house like this.
The "discipline" of the tomb robbing gang is very strict. When they went out to commit crimes last night, except for the boss Kuang Hu and Mao Er, who was in charge of guarding, all the other people's mobile phones were left at the guest house, as well as all the things that had nothing to do with tomb robbing. They were not here to travel.
, I didn’t have many things with me. You Fang found a small restaurant and ate two bowls of noodles in a hurry, then returned to the guest house and counted everyone’s “relics” and put away the most valuable ones.