Handbook for Avoiding the Court

For more than two months, except for the "rice" with different tastes and dishes with too much contrast between salty and light, everyone did not experience any other disturbances.

In the afternoon of that day, Montor couldn't hold back, and attacked the protagonist of the incident.

"You don't want to go if your cooking tastes so bad! It's too bad!" Meng Tuo flicked his chopsticks, pursed his mouth, and felt aggrieved.

Eryi jumped up and covered his mouth, picked him up and ran outside: "You son of a bitch, I'll take you to eat delicious food! Stop talking nonsense!"

Meng Tuo yelled: "You put me down, I'm so skinny! I'm going to say, idiot! Idiot! I can't even cook! I want to find Brother Mo..."

Although Meng Tuo is a child's talk, but the listener has a heart.

Fang Ji put down the bowl silently, feeling bored, looking at Meng Tuo who was being carried away by Er Yi, the two words rang in his ears over and over again: "Idiot!"

He suddenly sneered.

Everyone didn't dare to raise their eyes to look at him. The old woman leaned on a cane and looked at the frowning young man with pity, just like the poor man with disheveled hair who threw himself into her arms with tears in his eyes.

Fang Ji is not as glamorous as in everyone's eyes, and the tangled pain in his heart probably no one can empathize with except himself.There are no perfect people and things in this world, it's just that they don't talk to outsiders.

Yijiu was startled, quickly put away the bowls and chopsticks, explained to the Falcons, and left in a hurry.

The sun is warm in winter, especially in the afternoon.Fang Ji, who was extremely bored, carried Wang Yiwen on his back, put him on a bamboo chair in the yard, and took out a cloak to wrap around his chest.

Fast forward half a month, Wang Yiwen is so dazed every day, time seems to stand still, the golden sun shines on his face in the afternoon, but he still has no vigor and vitality.The white hair between the temples is about to shine.

Fang Ji sighed deeply, his eyelashes trembling slightly, he slowly raised his palm, trying to exercise, but there was no response.

"Come here! Get the sword!"

Standing far away from the door of the room, Fang Lai suddenly heard Fang Ji's low growl, his heart sank a little, he held the Qingfeng Sword uneasily, and handed it to him tremblingly.

Fang Ji grabbed the sword and threw away the scabbard. The blade was shining brightly in the sun, and there was a burst of coldness.It's just that, after all, it was a broken sword, which not only cut its mouth, but also severed its head.

It doesn't feel the slightest bit in the hand.

Fang Jiyun moved his sword forward and turned his backhand. It seemed to be clanging, but in reality it was false, and his arms were trembling!Annoyed, he raised his sword and stabbed it down, only to hear a muffled "kuang", the old osmanthus tree in the courtyard remained motionless, Fang Ji's heart shuddered, his footsteps were vain, and he almost fell down!

Thinking about the situation where my internal energy is exhausted, I have never imagined such a complete waste!The sword was already extremely soft in his hand, without strength.It can't even hurt a tree, which is not far from being without the power to bind a chicken.

Fang Ji wanted to look up to the sky and laugh, but he couldn't.He threw the sword at Fang Lai, and said flatly, "It's useless, just throw it away!"

Fang Lai naturally didn't dare to ask more questions, but he also didn't dare to throw it away.

Fang Ji saw that Fang Lai stayed where he was, he couldn't help feeling sad when he thought about what had happened these days, he picked up the teacup on the stone table, and with a "bang", the teacup fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.

Fang Laideng was so frightened that he staggered back a few steps, holding the broken sword, and disappeared under Fang Ji's nose.

The old lady was sitting at the gate of the courtyard, looking at him with a smile, "Young man, don't be discouraged! There are many people in this world who don't have martial arts, but they still live well!"

Fang Ji looked up at the old woman in the distance, she was sitting under a plum tree with petals on the ground.He actually said sadly: "But I am powerless after all, I can't save others, and I can't protect myself."

The old woman stood up and walked over slowly leaning on a cane.

Fang Ji hurriedly squatted down and picked up the fragments of teacups on the ground one by one, and threw them into the wastebasket beside the stone table.With eyes lowered, he said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, mother-in-law, I was reckless."

The old woman picked up the walking stick and hit Fang Ji hard on the back. Fang Ji felt chest tightness, raised his sword eyebrows forcefully, and fell to the ground.

Fang Ji looked at the old woman in astonishment, and said in amazement: "Old woman, you... this is?"

A few falcons at the gate of the courtyard couldn't bear it any longer and shouted: "Master!" They all ran over and helped him up.Several people looked at the old woman sullenly, and wanted to ask a question, but they swirled their tongues, but they didn't say anything.

The old woman picked up the teapot on the stone table and handed it to one of the falcons, brushed the dust off her body, and then sat down again.Put the walking stick behind you.

"Young man, I was already a mother when I was your age. However, the old lady had poor fortune. She lost her son and husband before she was twenty. The old lady looked at me pitifully and took me into her yard to accompany Miss Martial arts. You are only so young, it is not a bad idea to start from scratch."

"Grandma's words are very true. It's the younger generation who is impatient." After saying that, Falcon came over with the teapot, Fang Ji took it, poured a cup of hot tea for the old lady himself, and passed it with both hands.

The old lady squinted her eyes halfway, and nodded slightly: "If you don't think the old lady is too old, I can give you some advice. My young master..." The old lady stopped talking, picked up the tea and drank it on her own .

"You mean Mr. Mo?" Fang Ji asked cautiously.

"Hmm." The old lady stood up without further words, and suddenly swung the crutch in her hand. Although it was only a small wooden stick, it stabbed towards Fang Ji with a gust of cold wind!

Falcon hastily drew his sword to block it, but the stick had already reached Fang Ji's body, Fang Ji's body flashed, and he dodged it erratically.The old woman threw down her crutches, and immediately rushed forward, grabbing her hands. Although Fang Ji had been on guard for a long time, he lost his internal strength and could only dodge, without any ability to parry.

The old woman flew up and flew behind Fang Ji in an instant. A cool wind came from Fang Ji's back, and she suddenly felt that something was wrong. She turned sideways. Soft as boneless!

The old lady loosened her five fingers, and she had already made up her mind that this young man really has no internal strength...

The falcons saw that the old woman had no malicious intentions, so they didn't try to stop him again, thinking one by one, maybe the old woman could recover her young master's skill.

The old lady knew well that if this Young Master Fang started all over again, it would take five to eight years to recover [-]% of his skills. This was because his bones were in excellent condition.

If you want a quick success, it is not impossible.

The old lady looked at Fang Ji, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Young man, do you have any other brothers and sisters in your family?"

Fang Ji was stunned, as if he was not willing to answer this question, and it was not easy to refute the old woman's face, so he said vaguely: "There used to be."

The old lady understood a little in her heart and stopped talking.Walk towards the house.

"Grandmother..." Fang Ji felt impolite when he saw that the old lady's expression was wrong.

At nightfall, Yijiu hurried back.

The sky is too cold, Fang Ji has fallen asleep.

"Master!" Yi Jiu knocked on the door and called softly.

Fang Ji opened the door in his outer robe, and Yijiu came in with a cold breath.

"Young master, my subordinates went to Jingzhou to search again, but there was indeed no doctor there. Now Jingzhou city is in chaos, and the ground is full of patients." Yi Jiudong wrung his hands vigorously, and his lips and tongue were also trembling.

Fang Ji handed him the stove.

Yijiu took it, took it easy, and continued: "The Jingzhou government is not daring to report to the imperial court now, and is only secretly searching for the missing doctor. That dog county magistrate has been dismissed, and the higher-ups put all the blame on him. It's also retribution. The subordinates think, we can leave soon."

"In the huge city of Jingzhou, how could so many doctors disappear out of thin air?!" Fang Ji said coldly, "I have used all my skills to avenge my personal revenge!"

"Master, this subordinate still has two bad news to report." Yijiu's voice gradually sank, and he took a half step back.

"What could be worse?" Fang Ji stared at Yijiu suspiciously.Xindao, is there anything worse in this world than parting from life and death?

"Falcon sent a message to report that the war in the north has started again. The prince was plotted in Lingshan and was shot by an arrow. Although he was not in danger of his life, he probably didn't care about us..." Yijiu couldn't hide his sadness, his hands tightly Cover the stove.

"It's really a coincidence..." Fang Ji sneered, turned around, and slapped the table hard with his palm, the light of the oil lamp flickered for a while, and made a "Bi Bo" sound.

"Young master, I don't think Shizi can continue to be this crazy, what should I do?"

If Mo Jin is still there, it can extend his life for a few more years. Now let alone Mo Jin, even ordinary doctors can't be found. Fang Ji doesn't know who is pressing every step of the way. He has reached the end of the mountain. , but still did not give up.

"Then pull out the silver needle... If you continue to be so obsessed, people may starve to death!" Wang Yiwen's lifeless face, bony body, and chaotic thoughts appeared in Fang Ji's mind. impatient.

"And..." Yijiu opened his mouth cautiously, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and he refused to continue.

"Say!"

Yijiu looked at the package beside Fang Ji's bed, pointed to it and said, "Master, are you really not going to look at it?"

Fang Ji looked in the direction of Yijiu's finger, with an indiscernible trace of panic on his face: "So what, can he come back? It's just adding trouble."

He said it was free and easy, but he didn't think so in his heart.He was just afraid, subconsciously panicked.

"This subordinate thinks it's better for the young master to take a look." After Yijiu finished speaking, he glanced at Fang Ji meaningfully, put down the stove, cupped his hands, and stepped back.

Fang Ji paced back and forth in the room a few times, but finally couldn't hold back.He sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the package, and opened the silk cloth. It was a dark red wooden box, which looked old.The paint peeled off a little.

His hands trembled a little, and he stroked lightly, the wooden box was not locked.

Fang Ji lifted the lid, and a white jade mask was in sight!

Fang Ji was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, his limbs were numb for a while!But his mind was clear.

Isn't this the mask he bought in Jingzhou City when he was ten years old?

That year was extremely cold. Although Jingzhou City was located in the southeast and never snowed, it was extremely cold.

That year, on that street, a thin and weak child with blood and tears on his face looked at him pitifully, which made him entangled for a while.

In the end he left.Even years later he had forgotten about it.

Never thought...how is this scene so familiar?A few years later, he was met by him again in the same way.

However, Fang Ji did not recall it.

Thinking about it, Fang Ji murmured: "Fool..."

The author has something to say:

Staying up late to update the article, I caught a cold.

It was very laborious to write.Please understand.