Are all the disciples of Zhixingyuan such monsters?
No wonder that man was able to defeat thirteen masters in the temple in a row, and the master was so defeated that he never recovered.
Zhixingyuan really deserves its reputation!
Yang Duo originally wanted to defeat the outstanding young disciples in Zhixingyuan one by one. If the challenge was successful, the master would feel comforted and even regain his broken martial arts confidence.
But now, facing He An and this unknown fat man, Yang Duo felt a deep sense of frustration, and even the Buddhist heart of "neither birth nor death, neither increase nor decrease, neither dirt nor purity" had a trace. shake.
He froze in place, not knowing whether to continue the attack or give up.
Fan Dazhi picked up the meat bun that fell on the ground, blew the ash on it distressedly, and couldn't wait to take a bite.
"It smells so good... Since you are a vegetarian, I won't give it to you!"
Fan Dazhi slurped, his mouth was full of oil, and he handed one to He An, and sat in front of Yang Duo, his mouth squeaking even louder.
The tempting fragrance wafted around, and Yang Duo's stomach growled unsatisfactorily.
"Now, here you go...I said I would treat you to dinner last time, and I didn't break my promise."
As Fan Dazhi said this, he took out a steamed bun from his arms and handed it to Yang Duo.
Yang Duo was not polite, took a bite, and followed Fan Dazhi's example, sitting cross-legged on the grass.
Some things in the world are so strange sometimes. The three people who were having a fierce fight just now were sitting together eating steamed buns and steamed buns...
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The sun shone on Fang Yizhi. He sat calmly in front of the door, holding a knife in his hand and sharpening it patiently on the grindstone.
The condition has been cured, and as a blessing in disguise, his cultivation has taken a step further, reaching the middle stage of returning to the void state in one fell swoop. More than a year of military career made him accustomed to the life of licking blood from the edge of a knife. Once he had some leisure time, he felt a little uncomfortable.
After testing the sharpness of the blade with his fingertips, Fang Yizhi showed a satisfied smile. He felt that he, like the knife, was about to get rusty.
Standing up and tightening his belt, Fang Yizhi raised his head and looked at the sky. It was time to return to the battlefield.
The sun is gradually turning to the west. In the courtyard of a beautiful house in Yongningfang, Han Chanjuan is sitting at the stone table under the pear tree, stroking a brush in her hand. She lowers her eyebrows and her long eyelashes flutter. Full of worries.
After a long time, she pulled out a piece of rice paper, took up a pen and wrote the word "He" on it. The last vertical hook was written too hard, and it looked a little crooked.
Han Chanjuan angrily crumpled the rice paper into a ball and threw it on the ground. There were already many scraps of paper on the ground, and the breeze blew up like thousands of piles of snow.
Aunt Xue was sitting aside, holding patchwork in her hand and doing embroidery. She glanced at Han Chanjuan with a smile on her face, sighed and said: "My parents ordered me to marry a matchmaker. Although your grandfather loves you very much, I'm afraid that this kind of Big things will not happen according to your temper!"
"Hmph...I don't care, I won't marry any prince!"
Biting her lower lip with her white teeth, Han Chanjuan said bitterly: "In a few days, I will apply to Zhixingyuan to be a volunteer teacher. If I don't go home... By then, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. I think they can get it." How am I doing!"
When she said this, she suddenly thought of that hateful guy again. She stood up, stood on tiptoes, picked a pear from the fruit-laden tree above her head, and took a bite of it, as if she was gnawing on He An.
The pears tasted sour and not yet ripe. Han Chanjuan stroked her chest and spat a few times, while Aunt Xue smiled and her hairpins trembled at her temples.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and the servant hurried to open the door.
Han Chanjuan saw the longing figure outside the door at a glance. She hurriedly wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief and immediately transformed into a quiet, elegant and dignified lady...
Han Chanjuan and He An walked silently on the street, each with their own concerns.
Fan Dazhi followed him from a distance like a bastard, but there were too many delicacies sold on the streets of Yongningfang, such as roasted lamb brains, roasted whitebait, stinky tofu, fried pork cakes... The aroma filled the dusk, and Fan Dazhi Every time I passed a stall, I couldn't help but swallow my saliva while looking at it.
"sorry!"
He An turned his face sideways and stared at Han Chanjuan. The other party also looked at him, their eyes met, and the two said in unison.
The two people who knew each other looked at each other and smiled, and all the unhappiness disappeared.
The sounds of hawking on the street kept coming and going, and from time to time there was the sound of cooking oil pans, and the aroma of various foods wafted around.
Han Chanjuan turned around and looked at Fan Dazhi who was following behind. She watched him slowly walking past the food stall, breathing deeply in the smoke, looking salivating, and couldn't help but cover his mouth and smile.
"Second brother, around the corner from this street, there is a store selling grilled lamb chops. Their grilled lamb chops are particularly delicious...charred on the outside and tender on the inside, fat but not greasy, and even the bones are crispy. !”
Han Chanjuan deliberately teased Fan Dazhi, speaking vividly, her eyes turning into crescent moons when she smiled.
"Oh...really?"
Fan Dazhi's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he quietly touched the only two coins in his sleeve. He said with a sad face: "What a pity... I lost weight recently, and Xiao An said I was too fat!"
"Na!"
Han Chanjuan held a pink fist and stretched it out in front of him.
"what?"
Fan Dazhi said with some expectation and excitement.
Han Chanjuan opened her palm, but there was a small golden bean.
"Oh! How did this happen? It should be... the second brother invites you..."
Fan Dazhi groaned, a little embarrassed.
"Second brother, go and taste it. If you like the rest, buy whatever you like... Remember their lamb chops dipped in cumin on a small plate, it tastes delicious!"
Han Chanjuan couldn't help but put the golden beans into Fan Dazhi's hand.
"Okay, okay!"
Fan Dazhi nodded hurriedly like a chicken pecking at rice.
"Dazhi, haven't you lost weight recently?" He An suddenly said.
"Oh... only when you are full can you have the energy to lose weight!"
Fan Dazhi said, walking cheerfully, and disappeared from sight in a blink of an eye.
After sending this follower away, Han Chanjuan shook her arm with a relaxed expression and continued walking forward side by side with He An.
"In two days, Dazhi and I will go to Lanzhou Camp with Teacher Fang. Before leaving... I feel really uneasy... I came here specifically to see you today!"
As soon as He An spoke, the originally relaxed atmosphere suddenly became a little depressing.
"Can you... not go... the front line is too dangerous..."
After a long while, Han Chanjuan said quietly.
"Teacher Fang often said that a man's ambition should be like the Yangtze River running eastward to the sea. Foreigners invaded our borders, and hot-blooded men rushed to the battlefield. Even Brother Gu gave up the fine clothes and food of the Duke's mansion. How could I succumb to others!"
Han Chanjuan lowered her head and was silent for a while.
The two of them walked along the small street of Yongningfang and walked to the bank of Luohe River without knowing it.
In the night, the stars in the sky were brilliant, lights were dotted in the distance, and the cool breeze blew Han Chanjuan's hair on her forehead. She hugged her thin shoulders and looked up at the stars.
He An took off his gown and put it on her body thoughtfully.
Han Chanjuan smiled and took off a pendant from her slender neck: "Put this jade pendant away. If you... encounter danger on the battlefield, or encounter powerful... Xiliang people, take it out. People dare to hurt you..."
The jade pendant was as warm as grease and exuded a lustrous luster under the night sky. A vivid tiger was engraved on the front and an ancient seal character "Han" was carved on the back.
He An stretched out his hand to take it, and suddenly felt that the speed of the true energy in his body suddenly accelerated. He immediately understood that this jade pendant that could increase the circulation of true energy was a rare treasure, and a touch of emotion came to his heart.
"This is too expensive... I can't have it. Besides, I won't need it. It's better for you to wear it!"
He An was a little emotional and said softly.
"Since I gave it to you, there's no reason to take it back!"
Han Chanjuan imitated He An's tone and said mischievously. She didn't know what she was thinking of. Her eyes were gentle and her face was full of reluctance. "The sword has no eyes on the battlefield, and your life is in danger at any time. You must take care of yourself..." ...Think more about the people who care and love you, and think more about me..."
She murmured like a whisper and gently rested her head on He An's shoulder.
He An covered her cold little hands, his heart full of love and compassion, took out the jade pendant from his waist, and gently placed it on her palm.
"This is the jade pendant my uncle gave me. In critical moments, it can withstand a full blow from a Hedao realm master. From now on, I won't be by your side...you have to take care of yourself!"
"I don't need it... With that old man by my side, no one can hurt me. It's better for you to keep it!"
Han Chanjuan shook her head, her eyes unblinking, looking at He An journeyingly and seriously, as if she wanted to carve his appearance into her heart.
"Be obedient, with this jade pendant and an extra layer of protection, I will feel more at ease!"
He An said and put the jade pendant into her palm again.
Seeing that he cared so much about her, Han Chanjuan felt as if she had eaten honey. She held He An's hand and said, "If you leave... I don't want to be in Zhixingyuan anymore. I'm going to... go to your hometown to have a look." Where you live, look at your neighbors, look at your seedlings..."
He An couldn't help laughing and said: "What do you mean by my Miao Feifei? She is just my childhood playmate. I have always treated her as a younger sister. Don't think nonsense!"
Han Chanjuan was very amused to see how nervous and pretending he was to be relaxed. She smiled like a flower and joked: "Why, when I talk about Miao Feifei, do you get anxious?"
"Anyway, I just treat her as my sister, whatever you want..."
He An looked decisive.
Han Chanjuan's eyes turned, Huixiao smiled sweetly, and asked: "Then she and I fell into the river at the same time, who do you save first?"
He An: "You..."
The moonlight shines on the two people sitting side by side by the river. The cool breeze blows, warm and peaceful...
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One early morning, more than ten people, including He An, Fan Dazhi, Gu Qingzhou, and Feng Chun, followed Fang Yizhi and Pei Yan, a formation master from Zhixingyuan, out of Lijingmen.
Han Chanjuan looked at He An from a distance, with tears in her eyes. After a long time, she lowered the car curtain...
The old boss set up a carriage, took Xue Ning and Han Chanjuan, and left Luoyang City to teach in Shuimotou Village, He An's hometown...
At the same time, the smug Bi Yunfei looked at the gilded plaque on the door of the Criminal Department, smiled slightly, and stepped in...
