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After listening to him quietly, Fang replied unhurriedly, "Oh? Where do you start?"

Tang Xunwen told the story one by one. Halfway through the talk, he suddenly saw the calm and silent expression of the person in front of him, and suddenly reacted: "You just know!"

Shen Shen nodded, without hesitation: "Yes, I already knew."

Tang Xunwen saw his open eyes, so he consciously swallowed the sentence "Then you still have a seal with him", and changed his words: "Guipo, I don't need to say anything else, just tell me one thing. What is the relationship with Kunlun?"

Shen Shen said: "You may not want to know."

When he said this, he didn't want to speak.Tang Xunwen has been good friends with him for many years, and he has never seen such a protective posture of him, he is angry and funny: "I don't want to know, but Master, the old man has become more and more eccentric now, if Young Master Shi collides with him, even if you grow wings Flying back will not save his life!"

When they said this, Zhong Wan had already traveled hundreds of miles with light kung fu. Seeing that Tang Xunwen behind him had no intention of catching up, he was relieved, bought a horse with two taels of silver, and wandered towards Kunlun.

The green horse under his crotch seems to be lively, shaking his head and shaking his head very happily.Zhong Wan stroked its mane, suddenly missing the horse Wan Fangyuan gave him earlier.BMW has a spirit, and worked hard to accompany him for seven or eight years. In the end, when Wan Fangyuan went crazy and beat everyone, he took a hit for his master and died suddenly on the spot.

Zhong Wan had a life-and-death fight with his master, his limbs were convulsed, his headache was splitting, and his martial arts skills were almost ruined.When he was barely able to move, the first thing he did was collect the corpse for his horse, and wrote "The Place where Erqing's Bone Was Burried" on the tombstone.

A few years later, he personally killed Wan Fangyuan without even wiping off the blood on the Qiushui sword. He sat alone in front of Erqing's tomb and drank a cup of wine, watching the sun sinking in the sky and the afterglow covering the ground until The full moon hangs high, and the stars are sparse.He spilled the last sip of wine on the ground in front of Erqing's tomb, stood up and patted the dirt on his body, and walked down the mountain road.

When the past comes up, it is unavoidable to make people sentimental.Zhong Wan patted Qing Cong Ma's head, and said to himself: "Well... it's called Erqing, so you can call it Sanqing. Sanqing, do you recognize Kunlun? When you arrive at Kunlun, you will be there. It's been hard work."

He was right.Kunlun Mountain is steeper than Tianshan Mountain.Not only that, there are often many ingenious checkpoints in the mountains, and those who intend to trip up the mountain will almost have the word "seeing off" written on their faces.

From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, Sanqing climbed until he was foaming at the mouth, life would be better than death, Zhong Wan couldn't bear it, so he took him to rest by the tree.Before he could take a few breaths, he heard the sound of a wooden wheel rolling towards here in the distance.He quickly hid in the bushes with Sanqing.It didn't take long before the sound of the wooden wheel became louder and louder, as well as the sound of messy footsteps and panting. Someone shouted: "Master! Master! Wait a minute!"

Not only did the wooden wheel not stop, but it rolled faster and faster, as if it was angry with the shouter.Zhong Wan thought it was interesting, so he quietly flicked a stone and sent it under the wheel.Unexpectedly, Mulunhe turned slightly to the side as if he had eyes, and deftly circled around.

There are only a handful of people who can manipulate dead things to this extent. Zhong Wan guessed who the wooden wheel was carrying with just a turn of his head, and he was even more unwilling to let him go, so he touched two more stones and shot out. .

Wan Fangyuan spends most of his time hanging around, with an unscrupulous appearance, even Zhong Wan has to wash his clothes for him, but when teaching martial arts, he is a first-class strict teacher.Take hidden weapon training as an example, you have to play [-] stones, [-] silver needles, and [-] sleeve arrows every day. If you don't do well, you have to start all over again.If the fingers are cramped and the wrist is stiff, he will push away the meridians and input some internal force to continue.The cold winter and the scorching heat never fall a day, and I practiced like this for a whole year.

Wan Fangyuan once said that in this martial arts forest, the Eight Immortals cross the sea, a hundred flowers bloom, and all kinds of kung fu are mutually reinforcing and restraining each other. There is no supreme martial art that is invincible.If you want to dominate the crowd, you have to make the most of your strengths and not your weaknesses. The smarter Zhong Wan is, the more he has to use hard work and hard work.

Those two stones had condensed Zhong Wan's ten years of ingenuity, one rolled under the wooden wheel first, and when the wheel turned again, it bumped into the other impartially.The man said "Ouch", clapped his hands on the armrest, and the whole person soared into the air, sitting "soaring" in a pile of hay.The next moment, the wheelchair under his buttocks tripped over a stone and turned upside down.

The Kunlun disciples following behind were so anxious that their voices changed: "Uncle Master——"

"What are you shouting for, what are you shouting for!" the man scolded, "Your sect master started crying for me before you had time to kill me?"

"Uncle, what you said is right, if the sect master wants, wants...why would you ask me to invite you back?"

The man snorted through his nostrils and said, "Naturally take me back and kill me, so I can be buried quietly."

Zhong Wan rested his chin and listened with great interest.He has been hidden from the world for four years, but it's like watching a game of chess, the outside world has already been turned upside down.But what's interesting is that the relationship between He Lianjue and his junior brother Fan Zhiyun who is sitting in a wheelchair is still so bad.

The Kunlun disciple was at a loss for words for a moment, he didn't know what to say.Behind him came out a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, saluted Fan Zhiyun respectfully, and called, "Master."

Fan Zhiyun narrowed his eyes and sized him up, then yelled, "Why are you here too? Well, since you're here, let me tell you, He Lianjue wanted to kill me, so I ran away. Is it right or wrong?"

The young man was obviously familiar with answering this kind of questions, and said unhurriedly: "If you want me to say that the master master wanted to kill you, you were so scared that you ran away overnight, that's certainly true."

Fan Zhiyun was so angry that he blew his beard and stared: "Nonsense! What do you mean by 'run away overnight'?"

The boy showed a little puzzled look quite appropriately: "The apprentice is a little puzzled, since the master is not afraid of him, why did he run away when he saw him?"

"Isn't that..." Fan Zhiyun was so angry that he patted his crippled legs, "Isn't it because he can mobilize a few of his apprentices to beat me together! I don't call it fleeing, it's called a strong man breaking his wrist. Will make a comeback..."

"Oh?" The young man asked with a half-smile, "Then Master thinks that your apprentices are not as good as him?"

Seeing that Fan Zhiyun's expression was shaken, the young man continued to add: "I guess a hero like Master should disdain to fight with others easily. Even if you old man thinks that the head master must fight, think about how he usually behaves like a good man." It's perfect, when people listen to it, they turn around and blame Master. In this way, the only ones who can go up the mountain to accompany Master for entertainment are me and a few junior brothers."

The more Fan Zhiyun listened, the more reasonable he became, he waved his big hand and said, "That's all, my lord doesn't remember the faults of villains, and the prime minister can hold a boat in his stomach, so he doesn't care about that guy He Lianjue."

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the young man sympathetically helped him to sit in the wheelchair: "If you feel uneasy, I will beat Tang Xunwen tomorrow, and he will find his teeth all over the place, so I can only kowtow to you."

Fan Zhiyun was so elated by his coaxing, he couldn't help but also broaden his mind: "Meng Hai, you should also follow the example of Master, and be more open-minded, so you don't need to kowtow, just ask him to pick fat and water vegetables for us."

The young man praised familiarly: "Master really understands righteousness and has a bodhisattva heart. I will first thank Master for Tang Xunwen."

They talked lively back and forth, but the Kunlun disciples next to them were dumbfounded. They were even more frightened when they heard Meng Hai scolding the master for being a "good guy" without even hitting him. The weird master and apprentice wiped his own neck with his backhand.

Fortunately, Meng Hai didn't have this plan, so he pushed Fan Zhiyun up the mountain without looking sideways.Fan Zhiyun suddenly thought of something, turned his head and said, "My good disciple, do you still keep the wooden bird I gave you earlier?"

Meng Hai took out a delicate wooden bird from his pocket and handed it to him: "Master, it's here."

Fan Zhiyun suddenly became playful: "I'll write a note to He Lianjue first, saying that I have already descended from Kunlun Mountain and will never come back in this life. Let's see how he reacts..."

"...Master," Meng Hai said helplessly, "Uncle Master will probably set off a firecracker."

Fan Zhiyun thinks it makes sense: "Then I will add another sentence that made him confuse, but I will only say half of it, so I don't want to finish it for him... Well, I just wrote that I met the Junior Brother Kunze whom he never forgets... If you want to know Where did he go, first come and give me eighteen rings! What do you think of this?"

The more he thought about it, the better, and before Meng Hai could say anything, he turned the mechanism and let the wooden bird flutter away.Who would have thought that such a flight would startle San Qing, Qing Cong's horse raised its hooves and neighed, and broke away from the rope, running straight towards the two men.

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It was very painful to write yesterday’s chapter, but today’s chapter was written quickly and happily hhh, it’s really metaphysics~

Fan Zhiyun: Apprentice, the layout needs to be opened

I guess it was posted late yesterday hhh no one reads it, I hope that this chapter written in a good state today can see more cuties~