During the day, a few people were chattering and making noise, and the atmosphere was fine, but seeing that the third day was coming to an end, everyone was a little unable to hold back...
Since Nong Yue left, Yinfeng has been thinking about whether she is well and hopes that nothing will happen to her. What the old immortal and the opera ghost are naturally worried about is how Wu Fan is doing and when he will wake up...
Finally, just when the worries of several people were about to reach their peak, they suddenly heard footsteps outside the back door. They looked over and saw the man with thick eyebrows appearing in front of them.
"It seems there is no hope today again..." Seeing the thick-browed man, everyone thought he was out collecting herbs as usual, so they all looked away. But they didn't expect that in the next moment, the man with thick eyebrows walked straight through the corridor in three steps and two steps at a time, and came to them.
"How's it going? How's it going?" The old immortal has been paying attention to the situation here. When he saw the thick-browed man coming, he asked anxiously.
The man with thick eyebrows looked around, but didn't find anyone speaking. He could only poke his head and said: "Everyone, Brother Wufan is awake!"
After hearing this, everyone stood up and looked back...
"Awake!" The old immortal was delighted and continued: "Since you're awake, why haven't you come out yet?"
"Uh..." The thick-browed man had already arrived in front of everyone, and when he heard this, he didn't know where to look.
"Did something go wrong?"
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"The old immortal asked you something, why didn't you answer?"
The man with thick eyebrows looked for a long time but saw no one, and his face was ugly: "It's not that I don't want to answer, I just don't know where senior Lao Xian is..."
The opera ghost had a serious expression on his face, but upon hearing this, he suddenly realized what he said. He laughed and said, "You don't have to worry, this young man. This evil ghost is far away in the horizon and right in front of you..." As he said that, he raised the spiritual stick.
Although the thick-browed man was already awake when a group of people were communicating, the latter was still blocked by everyone at that time and was not aware of the old immortal's condition, so he did not know about it.
At this time, when he saw the things handed over by the opera ghost and looked at them for a moment, he suddenly remembered that he had seen Wu Fan communicating with the iron rod in the restaurant, and he looked shocked. When he saw the iron rod before, the surface was still rusty, but now it suddenly became as smooth as new, which made him unable to recognize it.
"Ah...it turns out to be Old Immortal Iron Stick. I'm so polite to you!" The thick-browed man saluted hurriedly.
"Presumptuous! What nonsense!" The old immortal was already in a depressed mood, but now he was stabbed in pain by the thick-browed man and suddenly became furious!
The opera ghost smiled for a moment when he saw this, and hurriedly put the Lingyin stick behind his back and hid it: "Don't be afraid of this young man, please tell me why the class leader didn't come out."
Although the two team leaders were very unfamiliar, the person in front of him was talking about no one else except Wu Fan. The thick-browed man calmed down and continued: "Don't worry, brother Wu Fan is not seriously injured. The reason why he didn't come out is just because he was there." What are you discussing with your seniors..."
"Discuss something?" Hearing this, Feng Pocket looked at Teacup Ghost, "Brother, little brother Wufan, is he settling expenses with seniors?"
Hearing this, the teacup ghost ouched: "We have been favored by him a lot recently. If you can survive this time, the treatment cost will be quite high, but we can't accept any more favors from little brother Wu Fan! Hurry! Let's come and join in. Minato, how much money do you still have on you?"
After saying that, Teacup Ghost, Wind Pocket and Broom Ghost shook their pockets clean and pieced together their money...
"Squeak..." Just when a few people were busy, the door to the room behind the corridor finally opened.
Feng Pocket glanced back and saw Wu Fan's face was gloomy and worried, and he felt a thump in his heart: "Brother, I see little brother Wu Fan's expression is not good, could it be that the price has not been agreed upon... "
Teacup Ghost frowned, and suddenly thought that the Red Dragon King had not returned to his residence for a long time, and he had a bold idea in his mind. It gritted its teeth and said in a deep voice: "I don't know if I can get some credit here, senior. Let me go back and sell some of my belongings..."
Before they could decide whether the corridor was long or not, they saw two people approaching.
"Ouch! Little friend Wu Fan, the old immortal thought you were going to break your promise!" Seeing Wu Fan appear, the old immortal exclaimed.
"Old immortal, what's going on with you?" Wu Fan was also surprised when he saw that his rusty iron rod had turned into a brand new look.
"Master of the class!" The opera ghost also looked excited and hurriedly stepped forward to say hello.
Wu Fan was still curious about the identity of this young man with red lips and white teeth, who could actually hold the old immortal in his hand. Hearing this greeting, he felt clear.
"Old immortal, opera ghost! It's so great to see you!" Wu Fan felt excited in his heart. Fortunately, he didn't involve too many people. And when he turned his gaze to the side, he was a little surprised in his excitement: "Feng Pocket! You...you are still alive!"
Feng Pocket chuckled and came closer, but before he could speak, he was coldly interrupted by a voice.
"Ahem...it's not too late to say these polite words later. Now that this kid is awake, let's hurry up and settle the account..."
"Senior, we can only scrape together this amount of money for the time being. Can we make up for the rest in the future?" Teacup Ghost said hurriedly when he heard about the settlement.
The old man did not continue speaking after hearing this, but turned his head and glanced at Wu Fan. The latter immediately understood and said with a faint smile: "Don't worry, teacup ghost, I have already discussed this matter with my seniors. You should just keep the money..."
The teacup ghost wanted to say something, but Wu Fan shook his head at him, and then waved to the thick-browed man: "Zhong, come with me."
Now that things have come to this, Teacup Ghost can only write down this favor first and prepare to repay it when he has time in the future...
"Brother Wu Fan, what's going on?" Azhong looked puzzled. He didn't know why he wanted to be so hidden, but he still followed Wu Fan outside the room.
"Thank you for your hard work. I asked you to stay with me and take care of me." Wu Fan said calmly.
Azhong waved his hands repeatedly: "Brother Wufan, you're welcome, this is what I should do..."
Wu Fan nodded, glanced back at the situation behind him, pulled Ah Zhong away from here, and walked among the nine streams.
"Let me ask you, what do you think of Senior?" After that, he gave a special warning, "Just say what you know, don't worry."
Ah Zhong thought about it carefully and said: "Senior may seem rough, but he is thoughtful, and he spends generously, and he does not begrudge the herbs in the courtyard at all... Although senior does not seem to have any momentum, I always feel that he is not an ordinary person..."
"Then if he asks you to stay, will you agree?" After Azhong finished speaking, Wu Fan suddenly asked.
"Stay?" Ah Zhong was panicked when he heard this, and he shook his head repeatedly: "Brother, I really didn't mean what happened to the door. Please explain it clearly to me, senior!"
Now it was Wu Fan's turn to be confused: "Door? What door?"
Azhong hurriedly told the story about accidentally breaking the door.
Wu Fan laughed when he heard this: "Don't worry, Azhong, senior doesn't keep you here for revenge, but because he sees that you are talented and smart, he wants to keep you by his side to help!"
Ah Zhong scratched his head in embarrassment and smiled when he heard this: "Brother, don't listen to the nonsense of my seniors. Ah Zhong was just a martial artist during his lifetime. How could he have any talent at all?"
"The writer has a smart mind, while the warrior has a smart mind! They just have different paths, but they have different talents. Ah Zhong doesn't need to underestimate himself." Wu Fan patted the latter's shoulder and consoled him. Then he looked A Zhong up and down and asked curiously: "Since you said you are a martial arts practitioner, why can't I see what kind of martial arts you practice?"
A Zhong chuckled, with a bit of pride on his face: "To be honest, brother, the Zhao family's Kung Fu is actually quite famous! Only if I use the Kung Fu to operate, will any abnormality appear on my body!"
"Oh?" These words aroused Wu Fan's curiosity. "I don't know the name of this technique. Can you let me listen attentively?"
"It's nothing inconvenient. You're welcome, brother!" Azhong took a deep breath and became serious: "The boxing technique that Zhao's family practices is a kind of boxing handed down from ancestors - "Farmer's Three Fist". Unfortunately, something happened in the family later, so The elders in the family reduced it into "Zhao's Three Fist" and passed it down..."
"Farmer's three punches?" Wu Fan's expression changed when he heard this, and he always felt that something was wrong.
"That's right..." Seeing Wu Fan's strange expression, Ah Zhong chuckled, "Brother, despite the simple name of this technique, its strength is extraordinary. Although the technique is incomplete, the three punches of the Zhao family alone have made me rare. Rivals..." At this point, Azhong clapped his chest again, "But don't worry, brother, although Zhao has some abilities, he has never acted to bully and dominate the market!"
The name "Farmer's Three Fist" is not unfamiliar to me. After all, this technique was carefully selected by me for another "Zhao Xiaozhong".
When it happened, Wu Fan only thought it was an accident. But now Wu Fan has experienced a lot in the Yin and Yang worlds, and he is no longer as innocent as before. He suddenly discovered that this incident may not be a coincidence, but has been arranged long ago...
Although it is not common to have the same name and surname, it is not uncommon. However, it is absolutely impossible for ancient martial arts to have the same origin! From this point of view, one of the two Zhao Xiaozhongs must not exist!
"Azhong, have your boxing skills ever been passed on to outsiders?" Wu Fan asked casually without showing too much surprise.
Ah Zhong shook his head when he heard this: "These three fists of the Zhao family are ancestral skills. The clan rules say that they cannot be passed on to outsiders."
"Do you have any brothers or sisters in your family?" Wu Fan stared closely at the eyes of the person in front of him, trying to find any clues in them, but there was only indifference in the latter's eyes, not any discomfort.
"Back to brother, Azhong is the only son in the family..." Azhong was about to shake his head, but suddenly slapped his hand: "No, my father once took in an adopted son!"
"Adopted son?" Wu Fan noticed the clue and frowned: "Can you tell me in detail what happened to this adopted son?"
Azhong didn't think much, just nodded slightly and fell into memories...
"If I remember correctly, I should have been fifteen years old that year..."
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