Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

The old man with a sloppy beard was also very angry, and replied: "The shop doesn't welcome people who don't pay for tea. If you want tea, you can pay the bill first."

Fang Ping jumped off the horse, raised the halberd shaft, and with a bang, the tail of the halberd shaft sank into the hard ground like a pestle.

The two people in the tea shed gasped, how much strength would it take to penetrate so deep?

"Mother, come down and rest for a while, drink some tea, and relieve your fatigue." Fang Ping ignored the two people who were dumbfounded in the tea shed, walked to the carriage as a filial son, and helped his mother get out of the carriage.

"I want to drink tea too." Fang Ying shouted.

At first, she liked riding in a carriage, which was bumpy, but after a few days of bumping, her back hurt and her butt hurt.

The old man, who watched his family of three sitting at the wooden table, served a pot of tea under Fang Ping's urging. Although he knew it well, he still asked unwillingly, "Will you pay me this time?"

Fang Ping glanced at the old man: "What kind of money does the black shop give!"

Familiar words, familiar tone.

Hearing this, the man wished he could take out the hatchet under the stove and make Fang Ping into big meat buns.

Fang Ping got up, walked to the stove on his own, opened the drawer, and there was steam, steamed sweet potatoes, yams, steamed buns, meat buns, pumpkins, blended into a rich aroma, and the big bag of sweat medicine next to it, Extra eye-catching.

"Knowing that I'm here, you've prepared so many things, you're really too polite." Fang Ping returned to the table with the cage folded as high as a person in his arms.

"Meat buns!" Fang Ying licked her lips, she had eaten dry food for the past few days.

"Don't worry." Fang Ping pointed to the man with red eyes, "Come and taste what this stuffing is made of."

"I... am not hungry." The man shook his head.

His reaction showed that the bun stuffing was abnormal.

Fang Ping didn't bother to think about it: "Eat a pumpkin."

"I'll eat." The old man stepped forward and ate not only a steamed pumpkin, but also a steamed sweet potato and steamed yam.

"Okay, back off."

Fang Ping grabbed a steamed sweet potato and handed it to Fang Ying. When it was his turn, the fist-sized buns, without chewing, slipped down the throat and into the stomach one by one. The peeled sweet potatoes , yam, also one bite at a time.

Suddenly, the sound of horseshoes came from far and near.

A dozen burly men arrived in front of the tea shed in a gust of wind.

The leading man among them was shocked when he saw Fang Tian's painted halberd standing in front of the tea shed. The black halberd was one foot long and had a cold metallic color flowing through it. Sharp as a rainbow, such a heavy halberd made of metal as a whole weighs at least a thousand catties. Who can control such a huge weapon?

"The third master!"

The old man in the tea shed jumped out overjoyed.

Finally, a person who can uphold justice came. The third master he said was the third master of Panshe Village, the largest mountain in the vicinity. He practiced horizontal martial arts, invulnerable to swords and guns, and his cultivation was as high as the eighth rank.

"Old man, I asked you to set up a stall here, but I didn't really ask you to open the door to do business. What's the matter with this weapon?" The third head of Panshe Village kicked the old man away in disgust.

"Third master, calm down, this weapon belongs to that kid. He didn't give money for drinking tea before, and today he came to eat and drink for nothing. He didn't care about our Pan Snake Village. Third master, you want to make the decision for us! " The old man said with deep hatred, and looked proudly at the young man who didn't know that he was about to face a catastrophe.

"Which boy does the weapon belong to?" The third head of Panshe Village sized up the young man with his back turned to him heavily, and saw that strong body like a diamond forged, which was more terrifying than himself.

When he stretched out his hand, the third master of Panshe Village grabbed the black halberd shaft inserted in the ground, and exerted strength on his arm, but with his eighth-rank martial arts strength, he couldn't pull it out.

It cannot be pulled out even with two hands.

"The idea is tricky!"

"Could it be the martial arts master of the yamen?"

The third master of Panshe Village realized something was wrong and turned around to leave.

"The third master, don't leave, come down and have a cup of tea before leaving." The old man tugged at the rein.

"You're looking for death, old man." The third master of Panshe Village raised his long knife, and the old man fell into a pool of blood.

Fang Ying's body trembled, but she didn't see anything. Fang Ping had already blocked her small face with a big hand.

"Disappointing." Fang Ping showed no sympathy for the old man's death, and said, "Since you're here, come in and have a seat."

The third head of Panshe Village thought hesitantly for a moment, gave up the idea of ​​leaving, and obediently walked into the tea shed.

Li Rou stood up, picked up her daughter, grabbed a drawer of steamed yams, and trotted back to the car.

"Who is the official?" The third master of Panshe Village cupped his hands and asked tentatively.

"Do you regard Fang as the court's eagle dog?" Fang Ping sneered.

The third head of the Pan Snake Village still did not dare to relax his vigilance, "It was someone who was rude and disturbed the little brother's meal, and apologized here. I don't know the little brother's name?"

The third master of Panshe Village has a very low attitude.

Fang Ping stared at the third head of Pan Snake Village, who was only a mere eighth-rank, and was no match for him with a single finger, "This tea shed is a hidden stake that your Pan Snake Village planted in this wasteland. Tell me, the sun is so big!" , why did you come here yourself?"

If it's a trivial matter, it's enough to send a few minions. If the third head of Panshe Village comes in person, it's like the master of Futai condescending to the Mouse Lane in Shanyang County to observe the people's sentiments.

"This one……"

"Speak if you can, don't if you can't." Fang Ping walked to the eaves of the tea shed and pulled out the black halberd stuck in the ground with one hand.

"I can say it!" The third head of Panshe Village corrected his attitude in an instant, with the appearance of knowing everything and talking endlessly, "A strange thing happened not long ago. There was a mysterious figure who killed bandits and bandits everywhere. The person who killed him died in a terrible way, and his heart was also dug out."

"It is said that the man is dressed in red, and his appearance is so beautiful that it is difficult to distinguish between male and female. It is impossible for the government to take care of this kind of thing. The government wishes that all the bandits and bandits in the territory will be killed. I came today to ask this question. The two of them ate the food inside and out, has anyone appeared suspicious recently."

The man who stood not far away had innocent eyes. When did he lose his temper?It was clear that Fang Ping didn't pay for tea.

"A red dress... male and female are hard to tell."

Fang Ping remembered that there was a notice posted in Shanyang County not long ago, saying that a mysterious person killed countless bandits in Shanyang County, and the corpses at the scene also lost their hearts.

"Have they all been killed here?"

Fang Ping looked at the man, "Tell me, has anyone suspicious appeared recently?"

"No." The man shook his head.

"This matter is a bit weird." Fang Ping got up and left on the exotic BMW.

"Dog thing, tell me, is it because you are eating inside and out, colluding with that kid, and want to murder the head of the family!"

Fang Ping left, and the third master of Panshe Village jumped into a rage and grabbed the man by the neck.

The man couldn't breathe, his eyes were bloodshot and he wanted to explain, when he suddenly saw something that frightened him, he raised his arm tremblingly, and pointed to the rear of the third head of Panshe Village.

"That scent..." The third head of Panshe Village smelled a weird and bizarre scent, just like the strange scent exuded by countless beautiful flowers and herbs after being ground into powder, it is intoxicating and fascinated.

But after taking a few deep breaths, I found that there was a rancid smell that penetrated the heart and lungs hidden in this fragrance, which was the smell of a rotting corpse.

Turning his head, the body of the third head of Panshe Village became cold, and a white and tender palm pulled out a heart that was still beating and hot from his chest.

The young man in red, who was all over the body, swallowed his heart without chewing, sat at the table, and looked at the direction Fang Ping was going.

Chapter 86; The Inn

It is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books.

But along the way, Fang Ping didn't see the majestic and picturesque mountains and rivers, nor did he see the majestic scenery such as steaming clouds, rosy clouds, colorful purples and reds, but only an empty wasteland with no end in sight.

The wind and sand all over the sky, the scorching sun, and the freezing night are extremely monotonous and boring.

Ten days later, the scene ahead has changed.

An official road leading directly to the city of Daze Prefecture, people come and go, heavy traffic, caravans and bodyguards emerge in endlessly, and there are more skinny people in tattered clothes. These people are unable to survive in their hometowns and have to flee When I got here, I hoped to find a way out after arriving in Daze Prefecture City.

In the sound of rattling horseshoes, you can also see the black cavalry of Dazefu City wearing heavy armor, patrolling the official road in groups of three or four. Bandits and bandits would never dare to appear on the official road. Once discovered, Then there is only one dead end.

It was not the first time for Fang Ping to come to Daze Prefecture. Riding on horseback, he looked at the long queue ahead and some rotten, smelly, starving corpses in the wilderness.

But when Fang Ying and Li Rou looked through the car window and saw a few wolves eating corpses beside the official road, her face turned pale all of a sudden.

"The Daxuan Dynasty has been passed down for thousands of years, but it cannot escape the conclusion that its prosperity will decline. When a dynasty exists for too long, all kinds of disasters will follow. It is impossible for an emperor to solve the problems that have been settled for hundreds of thousands of years in just one life."

Fang Ping restrained his thoughts.

He didn't want to rebel, and it was useless to think too much.

The centipede is dead but not stiff. Even if the Daxuan Dynasty is going to perish, it will not happen overnight. Before the chaos that sweeps the world comes, there is only one thing Fang Ping has to do, constantly improve his cultivation, accumulate foundation, On the day when the torrent of troubled times engulfs the world, Fang Ping also has the strength to protect himself and his family.

at dusk.

It is only thirty miles away from Daze Prefecture City.

After You hour, the city gate was about to fall, and no one could enter the city, so Fang Ping had no choice but to dismount, light a bonfire, and call Li Rou and Fang Ying to get out of the car to get some air.

"I can enter the city tomorrow, and I will take you to a restaurant to eat something good."

Fang Ping said with a smile.

Fang Ying, who was chewing dry food in small bites, heard that she was about to go to the restaurant, and the dry food pancake that was as hard as a stone in her hand became fragrant.

A gust of wind blew, Fang Ping got up and looked, a dozen civilians who had fled to the official road leaned over with green eyes one by one, staring at the parcels of dry food cakes scattered on the ground in front of Li Rou.

Li Rou looked at Fang Ping with pity when she saw a few skinny children who were as old as Fang Ying in the crowd.

"Anyway, you can enter the city tomorrow, so you don't need these dry rations."

Fang Ping nodded, and threw the dry food in the package in front of a dozen refugees. There was no grateful scene, and the dozen hungry and fainted refugees scrambled for the dry food like wild beasts.

There were still people who picked up stones and threw stones at those who were suffering from the same disease. In the end, some people grabbed several pieces of dry food, while others did not. In fact, Fang Ping threw out enough dry food to distribute some to more than a dozen refugees.

"The Holy Mother has a bad heart." Fang Ping thought to himself, if he hadn't been tall and brave, and the Fang Tian painted halberd in his hand reminded others that he was not easy to provoke, these refugees might swarm him and ransack him.

……

After a night of silence, Fang Ping arrived in front of the city of Daze Prefecture when the dawn was slightly dewed the next day.

The majestic and ancient city wall is filled with a strong historical atmosphere, and there is a soldier standing every ten steps on the top of the wall.

Compared with this Daze Prefecture, Shanyang County can only be regarded as a backwater.

After entering the city, the huge body of the exotic BMW attracted countless eyes, Fang Ping was used to it.

After a while, Fang Ping stopped in front of an inn called "Tongfu Inn".

The proprietress is a middle-aged lady who still has a charming charm. She entertains the guests with long sleeves and dance skills, making the guests feel at home.

Seeing a mountain-like young man with an inch head, he walked into the inn with Fang Tian's painting halberd in his hand, and immediately greeted Fang Ping with a smile and sat down, "You should stay at the inn if you are a top guest officer. There are fermented radish skins, crispy fried cucumbers, steamed yellow croaker, soup water egg drop soup and other famous dishes handed down from generation to generation.”

Fang Ping didn't know what to say, "Since that's the case, let's have a portion, and then ten catties of beef and a pot of rice."

"The guest officer is a high-grade warrior, right? The shop still has a 20-year-old daughter Hong." Ordinary entry-level warriors.

At this moment, a young man in a commoner coat with a rag on his shoulders came out of the kitchen, holding the dishes the guests needed.

Fang Ping looked, and the eyes of the two blended together.

"This person..." Fang Ping solemnly said, a young man of 25 or [-] years old, with fair skin and a face like a crown of jade, nothing special, but the qi and blood in his body, the interval between breathing and exhalation, all show that this is a master , with light legs, and seems to be good at martial arts such as body skills and light kung fu.

"Who could it be? It shouldn't be someone from the yamen." When the young man turned around, his eyes were uneasily speculating about Fang Ping's origin.

Sensing Fang Ping's gaze, the proprietress introduced, "That's the E family's waiter. Lao Bai, Lao Bai, pour tea for the guests."

Hearing the sound, the young man poured a pot of tea with a charming smile on his face, with a pleasing expression on his face, almost making Fang Ping wonder if he had made a mistake in his judgment.

"Your surname is Bai? What a coincidence, I have a friend whose surname is also Bai. Maybe you were a family hundreds of years ago." Fang Ping said.

The old white-haired man had beautiful eyes and handsome appearance, and he could rely on his face for food. He said with a smile, "How can I? I'm just a small waiter."

"Okay, okay, go do your work." The proprietress, who still had a charm, pinched Lao Bai's arm ambiguously.

Fang Ping: These two have something to do!

"Give me a guest room, a bigger one, and go outside to tie my horse."

"Okay." Lao Bai ran to the outside of the inn, and the moment he saw the exotic BMW, his hairs stood on end.

"Exotic BMW! This kid can't really be from the yamen... It's not right, there is only one exotic BMW in the city of Daze Prefecture, and it was raised in the backyard of Mr. Futai... This kid may have come down from... "

With a pale face, Lao Bai looked around in all directions, wanting to see if anyone was in ambush.

"What are you looking at? My horse needs to be fed with meat supplements. I will keep the account first, and then I will count the money for staying and eating at the inn." Fang Ping walked out of the inn and called out Li Rou and Fangying who were in the carriage.

Fang Ying stole a glance at Lao Bai, her face blushed.

"Are you a heterogeneous BMW?" Lao Bai asked.

"That's right." Fang Ping squinted at Lao Bai, "Knowing the exotic BMW, it seems that your Excellency is also a well-informed person."

"The guest officer is overwhelmed. The small one is just a poor running hall. I have met many people. I heard guests mention the exotic BMW." Lao Bai led the exotic BMW to the backyard of the inn.