He took out two silver ingots.
Two monks, one for each, fair and just.
Silver is a good thing!
The two monks reached out to take the silver and rubbed their eyes, which were so numb that there was no sunlight. Why was the light so dazzling?
"After collecting the money, why don't you hurry up and do the work?" Liu Ergou looked disdainful.
Why are you a monk and your six senses are pure? You are not as greedy for money as a beggar.
"Okay, okay, all donors, please follow the poor monk." The two monks bowed their heads to each other and guided the way diligently. Fang Shibo ordered Wu Renxin to settle the injured brother, and ordered Liu Ergou to lead people to build a mourning hall for the dead brother.
As for those who are not injured, they will find their own accommodation.
The temple was too small to accommodate a few people, so it was left to the injured, and the others built thatched sheds themselves.
After three full days of busy work, the accommodation problem was finally solved, and the deceased brother also had his souls transcended and was buried.
Fang Shibo personally erected a flag with white characters on a black background and the word "righteousness" at the top.
From then on, the Beggar Gang transformed into the Black Flag Army.
The black flag flutters in the wind, and there is a sound of hunting. He looked up at the black flag, his thoughts rising and falling.
From now on, he, the dignified young master of the Fang family, has officially entered the world.
"Master, we don't have much food."
Wu Renxin stepped forward cautiously.
Fang Shibo came back to his senses. He was no longer the carefree young master. He was the head of the Black Flag Army, with hundreds of mouths under his command.
He took a deep breath.
"Don't be afraid, we have a lot of gold and silver, just go down the mountain and buy them."
"However, we just made a big fuss in the county town. Tian Ruanfu must be searching for us everywhere. It may be dangerous to go here." Wu Renxin said.
Fang Shibo wanted to kick him to death.
I can’t go to this particular county. Are there no towns nearby?
If that doesn’t work, go to Jinmen Mansion to buy it!
Wu Renxin laughed awkwardly and left.
The weather was gloomy and the mountain wind was biting.
Fang Shibo put his hands behind his back and stood facing the wind, proud and lonely.
Snowflakes fell, and the scenery in front of me gradually blurred. He suddenly remembered that the Chinese New Year would be coming in half a month.
…
The white ones are snow and the red ones are plum blossoms.
In the plum forest, Fang Shiqing was practicing his sword. She is wrapped in dark purple clothes and covered with red gauze. Her steps are like a shadow, and her figure is elegant. Sometimes she is as light as a spring swallow, sometimes as vigorous as a goshawk. The jade wrist rotates, and the sword in the hand is as fast as a silver snake spitting out a message, hissing through the wind, and like a blue dragon wandering through the sky, changing the color of the wind and clouds.
The sword wind stirred up white snow and red plum blossoms, flying all over the sky.
Her three thousand black hairs move with the wind, her eyes are sharp, and she frequently makes killing moves...
Kong Fang sat in the Xiangxue Pavilion, making tea and watching his wife practice swordplay. This little day...
Don't live so fairy-like.
When he was feeling proud, a white light suddenly hit him, but when he heard a soft "bang" sound, his forehead was actually hit by a ball of snow. In his panic, he almost poured tea all over himself.
While he was panicking, Fang Shiqing's chuckles came from the plum forest.
Oops, if you don’t fight for three days, why don’t you go to the house and untie the tiles?
I've practiced before, come on, come on, let's practice!
Kong Fang took three steps and two steps at a time to reach Merlin. He drew out the dagger he carried as a dagger, and then got into a posture in a decent manner. But I saw that his feet were together, his arms were slightly bent, and he was holding a knife in his right hand, with the tip of the knife slightly flattened back. Make a fist with your left hand, with the fist eye facing inward and your head to the left.
Madam, watch your move!
kill!
He shouted.
But I saw him stamping his right foot on the ground, stepping sideways with his left foot to block with his left hand, and slashing forward to the left with his right hand.
kill!
He shouted again.
He suddenly took a step forward with his right foot, quickly turned his body to the left into a horse stance, swung his left hand to his waist, and cut his right hand across the front of his abdomen.
kill!
He shouted again.
He quickly dodged to the left and charged up his left lunge, then suddenly exerted force on his right lunge and stabbed the right side with the dagger.
…
The eight movements of military training dagger exercises were completed amidst his shouts of killing.
The corners of Fang Shiqing's slightly raised mouth gradually flattened as he moved with each move, and the expression on his face gradually changed from joking to serious.
Each and every move did not use internal force, but it actually felt murderous. If internal force was used, it would definitely be the most powerful sword technique in close combat.
Didn't the sour scholar say that he doesn't know martial arts? What are you practicing so much?
Kong Fang suddenly realized that something was not good.
My character is originally a scholar who is full of ethics but has no power to restrain a chicken. Did the dagger drill just now reveal something...
hey-hey……
Madam, this is actually the case...
He smiled shyly.
You are so brave!
Fang Shiqing sneered. You reached out and pinched his ears, you actually practiced martial arts without telling me, what are you thinking about?
It hurts... it hurts...
Kong Fang crouched down, covering his ears and complaining that it hurt.
It hurts.
Say it or not? If you don’t tell me, do you believe it or not, I cut it off and drank it?
Kong Fang grimaced. Of course he believes it, there is nothing in this world that she dare not do.
"Madam, if I said that I would know it before coming to Fang's house, would you believe it?"
Fang Shiqing was stunned for a moment.
There was a gap of ten years between the time they separated when they were eight years old and when they met again. A lot can happen in ten years.
In the past ten years, he could turn himself into a nerd, and of course he could also practice swordsmanship with all kinds of moves.
Fang Shiqing let go.
Kong Fang rubbed his ears, feeling hurt and aggrieved, with tears in his eyes.
"follow me."
Fang Shiqing glanced at him and said softly. Kong Fang lowered his head and followed him, like a wronged little daughter-in-law. The two returned to the room, and Fang Shiqing closed the door.
As the light dimmed, Kong Fang felt uneasy, thinking, maybe. Although we are a legal couple, it's probably not suitable to do...the things we both love to do in broad daylight, right?
What are you thinking about?
Fang Shiqing's ears felt hot, and he slapped his head hard, making him think of dirty things!
Kong Fang shrank his neck. Damn it, he forgot that his wife could read minds.
Fang Shiqing took out an antique small box from the cupboard, opened the box, took out a thread-bound book, and handed it to Kong Fang.
"Nine Yang Heart Sutra"!
Based on his experience of reading martial arts novels in his previous life, he could guess that this was a secret book for practicing internal skills. The question is, he is a time traveler, can he practice ancient internal skills and mental methods?
"This is the inner strength method. When you develop your inner strength, coupled with your sword skills, you will have the ability to protect yourself." Fang Shiqing said.
"Just to protect yourself?" Kong Fang curled his lips.
"What? Do you still want to become a martial arts master?" Fang Shiqing joked.
Then he sighed and said: "The "Nine Suns Heart Sutra" is originally a superior inner strength method. If you practice it since childhood, you might really become a martial arts master. Unfortunately, it is too late now."
"If you can reach the first level, you will be able to deal with seven or eight ordinary ruffians. Coupled with your sword skills, you can beat them into dogs!"
"What if you reach the second level?"
Kong Fang was curious.
"Can I fight you for three hundred rounds?"
Fang Shiqing was about to scold him for daydreaming, when he suddenly saw something unusual in his eyes. It was very vulgar, and that smile...
One word:
cheap!
