Start with Tongfu

Chapter 21

Fang Yang was startled when he heard the sound of breaking through the air, and immediately turned his head to the side.

In an instant, a paintbrush flew past Fang Yang's cheek. It was strange to say that, hearing the sound of breaking through the air, the paintbrush should be very powerful and mighty.

But the paintbrush just flew over Fang Yang's cheek, before it ran out of force, fell straight to the ground, and rolled to the bottom of the door steps.

Seeing this, Fang Yang raised his brows, knowing that this was an extremely clever technique of energy movement, which he could not do now. Thinking about it, I knew it was the old man Huahua who made the move.

With such a brilliant technique of movement, if the old man who is painting intends to take Fang Yang's life, the paintbrush will not make a sound of piercing the sky, but will be silent. At that time, Fang Yang may not even have a chance to react. It was passed through the brain.

But Fang Yang didn't panic, he knew like a mirror in his heart that the old man would not do anything to him.

He turned around and looked at the smiling Huahua old man, and said angrily, "Old man, what are you doing? You want to kill yourself for money~!"

When the old man Huahua heard what Fang Yang said, he smiled even more happily, and he just waved his hand without saying a word.

I saw that the two wooden doors that were originally wide open seemed to be pulled by a strong force, and they were squeak~slap~! After the sound, close it tightly.

Until this time, the old man Huahua stroked his beard and praised: "Not bad, not bad. Being able to escape the old man's blow shows that you are not bad at martial arts. It seems that you have not wasted the past ten years. You have worked hard." gone."

Fang Yang saw that the painted old man's hands were stained with the oil of Roujiamo, and he kept stroking his beard and nodding, praising himself. He was tired for a while, and couldn't be happy.

Looking at the chopped green onion on the old man's beard, Fang Yang looked disgusted: "Don't talk nonsense, old man, pick off the chopped green onion on your beard first, and then pretend to be an outsider."

The old man Huahua was stunned when he heard the words, then quickly lowered his head, put his hands together, and rummaged through his beard for chopped green onion. He didn't see any embarrassment at all until he picked out a small green onion. Zhise: "Small green onions are harmless, you can come here."

Fang Yang expressed his admiration for the old man's thick skin.

Seeing the old man greet him now, he didn't doubt him, and walked directly towards the old man Huahua.

Who would have imagined that when Fang Yang walked two meters away from the old man, the old man Hua Hua grabbed the wooden stick and crutches leaning on the stool and threw it to Fang Yang.

This 'crutch' is said to be a cane, but it is actually a slightly thicker branch. The branch has only been removed without any processing. This 'twig' is curved, with a rather small arc.

Fang Yang didn't know why, seeing this, he took the crutch casually, and looked at the old man Huahua suspiciously.

The old man Huahua knew Fang Yang's doubts, but he didn't say anything, he just smiled kindly at Fang Yang, and then his figure suddenly disappeared.

Seeing this, Fang Yang immediately tightened his crutches, heightened his vigilance by 12 points, and looked around for the old man Huahua.

At this moment, the old man Huahua suddenly appeared behind Fang Yang silently, pointed his finger into a sword, and pointed at the back of Fang Yang's head.

But at this moment, Fang Yang seemed unaware of the movement behind him.

When the old man Huahua saw that Fang Yang didn't respond and obviously didn't notice him, his eyes darkened and he sighed softly.

I didn't expect that I only used two levels of skill, and Fang Yang, who I had placed high hopes on, didn't notice it. It seemed that I thought highly of him, so there was no need to try again.

After thinking about it, the old man Huahua pointed out his hand a little faster, preparing for a quick victory.

The old man Huahua sent his finger forward, and within a flash, he had already touched Fang Yang's hair. As long as he moved forward a little bit, he could restrain Fang Yang and control Fang Yang's life and death.

At this moment, Fang Yang, who was standing still, suddenly wanted to fall forward, avoiding the old man's sword finger, and at the same time, he turned his gestures, using his crutches as a sword, and stabbed backwards.

Fang Yang's feet were like nails, firmly nailed in place, and his body stopped falling after forming a 45-degree angle with the ground, but turned to one side inconceivably, and the crutch kept changing the stabbing angle, repeatedly stabbing the old man location.

Good boy~!

When the old man Huahua saw this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he secretly praised him. He thought that Fang Yang hadn't found him, but he didn't expect that he was leading the snake out of the hole.

The old man was not in a hurry, his fingers moved in unison, he used skillful energy, and he did not touch the crutches. He spun around his fingers with a lot of vigor. He just swipe the edge of the crutches, and then led the crutches to other places, but he still couldn't hit the stick. he.

The old man kept his hand, but Fang Yang used all his strength, the two of them came and went, and the fight was very lively for a while.

……

After a while, Fang Yang, who looked tired, opened the door and walked out of the old man Huahua's house.

He brushed back the hair that had been messed up during the fight, and molded the bulging drawing paper in his arms, with a hint of excitement on his tired face.

Just now in the house, Fang Yang tried his best to resist the old man's tentative attack, but after the old man Huahua tested Fang Yang's strength, he caught him with a few moves.

Although Fang Yang was defeated, the old man Huahua still smiled and nodded while stroking his beard with Fang Yang's strength. 18 styles, but its subtlety is not comparable to the original version in Fang Yang's hands.

When the old man Huahua handed over the sword technique to Fang Yang, he told Fang Yang with a lonely face: "Your level is not enough now, you should use this sword technique to practice first, but you must always remember that this sword moves like a human being. Believable, but not fully credible; usable, but not fully utilized!

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking and waved his hands to indicate that Fang Yang could go out, so he stopped talking to him, but leaned over and stared at the drawing paper, gesticulating with his hands continuously, as if he was thinking about various martial arts moves.

Fang Yang heard what the old man Huahua said, and understood that the old man was reminding him, and he meant something, probably related to the old man's inability to break through the bottleneck of martial arts now.

Fang Yang still doesn't quite understand this sentence, but he firmly remembers it in his heart. There must be a reason for what the old man said. I'm afraid this sentence will be of great help to his future martial arts.

Fang Yang was filled with gratitude to the old painting man who could give him some advice.

But seeing that the old man Huahua was in a bad mood, he leaned over to think, so he stopped talking, cupped his fists slightly at the old man Huahua, and walked out of the room.

"Wait a minute!"

Fang Yang stood outside Huahua old man's house, looked at the blue sky, took a deep breath, and was about to go back to Tongfu Inn, when he saw a candied haws seller passing by, he thought of something, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, He quickly called out to the vendor to stop him.

"Give me four skewers~!"

Fang Yang went forward to buy four bunches of candied haws. He held three bunches in his hand and ate one bunch in his mouth. He hummed a little tune and walked comfortably to Tongfu Inn.

After a while, Fang Yang arrived at the side of Tongfu Inn after eating a bunch of candied haws. As long as he turned this corner, he would arrive at the gate of the inn.

As a result, just as Fang Yang walked out from the corner of the inn, he saw Mo Xiaobei squatting in the corner outside the inn, holding a straw, concentrating on playing something on the ground.

"Cough~!"

Seeing this, Fang Yang walked slowly behind her and deliberately coughed lightly to attract her attention.

Mo Xiaobei, who was squatting on the ground, heard Fang Yang cough lightly, turned her head suddenly, and glared at him. Obviously, she was dissatisfied with Fang Yang's interruption of her play, but as her eyes moved down, when she saw the candied haws in Fang Yang's hand, she immediately frowned. Jumped up excitedly.

"Wow! Mr. Fang, did you just buy this candied haws?"

Mo Xiaobei licked her lips, staring straight at the bright red candied haws, unable to move her eyes away.

(End of this chapter)