Chapter 20 Chapter Twenty

Dongting Lake. Angry Jiao Island. Except for more than a dozen torches burning high at the pier, the whole island was dark. Shangguan Ying, Ling Zhantian and Zhai Yushi, leading more than a dozen masters of the old and new generations of the Nujiao Gang, stood facing the wind on the largest pier of Nujiao Island, watching the brightly lit two-masted sail slowly approaching with solemn expressions. The world is covered with dark clouds, and the wind and rain are waiting for a good opportunity to ravage the lake island. In the sound of "rumbling", the big ship berthed. A wooden ladder descended from the deck and rested on the pier floor.

At the moment, there is an angry dragon to help the crowd go up to tie the ropes for the towline of the big ship. A slender and straight figure stepped down the big ladder calmly. Shangguan Ying took the lead to meet him, and said solemnly: "Shangguan Ying of the Angry Jiao Gang would like to welcome Mr. Fang Yeyu on behalf of the gang." Fang Yeyu hastily returned the salute, saying: "Shangguan's leader is being polite. If you put aside the hostile position, Fang really admires the leader's talent and generosity from the bottom of his heart." Shangguan Ying secretly praised Fang Yeyu, worthy of Pangban's disciple, with his own demeanor, and smiled: "Brother Fang is more polite, come, let me introduce..."

Fang Yeyu interrupted: "What's the use of introduction?" He clasped his fists to Ling Zhantian and said, "Needless to say, this person is also qualified to succeed Senior Ling Zhantian, who was named on the 'Black List' by Tan Yingshou. It has become a fact, and the Nujiao Gang is the first gang to have two masters of the black list at the same time." Ling Zhantian said solemnly: "Little magician's understatement of a few words has caused me a lot of troubles. I really don't know whether to thank you or hate you." He told the truth, one must know that Fang Yeyu is a disciple of Pangban, and his status is not trivial. If he said that Ling Zhantian could fill the position vacated by the death of Tan Yingshou in the black list, Ling Zhantian would be named immediately. As for the black list, if someone wants to become a master of the black list at this time, he has to prove that he is better than Ling Zhantian, so Ling Zhantian has been challenged endlessly, it is really a headache to think about it.

How can it be easy to be a master of the black list! Fang Yeyu laughed and said: "This is what my teacher said in person a few days ago. Senior Ling might not agree with his old man's way of doing things, but I'm afraid you have no objection to his vision, right?" Zhai Yushi interjected: "Brother Fang sent a letter through a pigeon, informing him that he would visit in person, but he didn't explain the reason in detail. I don't know if you can tell me?" When Fang Yeyu's sharp eyes focused on Zhai Yu, as if he wanted to see through the other's head, he smiled after a while and said, "This time, the younger brother came to Fujiao Island to give something sincerely to the teacher, and to give back to your gang." Yu Jian's senior Lang Fanyun."

Zhai Yushi calmly said: "Brother Fang please!" Fang Yeyu was taken aback when he saw that he said please, but he didn't mean to lead the way at all. "Puffy..." The originally dark Nujiao Island suddenly lit up with two parallel fire dragons, illuminating a long road stretching from the pier, passing through the forested houses, and winding towards the back mountain. It was actually hundreds of Nujiao disciples who held up the newly lit torches together, creating such a sudden and spectacular scene. Ling Zhantian said indifferently: "Along this road of light, the little magician can go straight to Brother Lang's residence."

Fang Yeyu was shocked. The most difficult part of the Nujiao Gang's move was not guessing in advance that his purpose of coming here was to visit Lang Fanyun, but using some method to inform these hundreds of people to light the torches together. He couldn't see it. That's why he was shocked. Fang Yeyu shook his head and exclaimed: "It's just this move that has already amazed my little brother, I admire it!" He frankly spoke out what was in his heart, which shocked Shangguan Ying and the other three people, knowing that this person must have strong self-confidence, and from this reason, he should also have amazing skills.

Fang Yeyu's footsteps swayed lightly, as if he suddenly got up and wanted to visit Nujiao Island, and walked easily along the path illuminated by the torches. Feng Xinglie's nostrils were itchy, he couldn't help but sneezed, and suddenly woke up from a good dream. A melodious laughter like a wind chime came into my ears. Feng Xinglie was so frightened that he pushed the quilt to his feet. Gu Qianlian, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, smiled coquettishly, she just put something into her sleeve, and she used that thing to play tricks on Feng Xinglie. Gu Qianlian said: "It's almost dawn! Still not waking up? You lazy pig."

Feng Xinglie saw that she was treating him like a child, and he didn't know whether to be angry or funny. When he took advantage of his unreasonable feelings to chase her yesterday, he slipped to another small hotel two streets away from the inn where he originally stayed, but he found her for her. . It was dark outside the window, and I don't know when it is, but it will never be dawn, and the bedside oil lamp is lit, shining red, which is a unique scene. Feng Xinglie sat up, distanced himself a little from this willful and bold girl, frowned and said: "It's late at night, you broke into a man's room like this, and spread the word, it will damage the girl's reputation."

Gu Qianlian brought her pretty face closer, wrinkled her delicate nose and said, "You won't tell anyone, and I won't tell anyone. Who else knows except God knows?" Feng Xinglie said angrily: "Since I can't help you deal with Diao Piqing, why are you still pestering me!" Gu Qianlian's eyes turned red, she lowered her head and said: "Why are you so fierce, you are driven to nowhere by that villain, can't you come here and hide for a while?" Feng Xinglie naturally knew that she was talking nonsense, but seeing how pitiful she was, he couldn't express it.

Gu Qianlian gave a sly smile, bit her lips and said in a low voice: "What's more, I have a good intention to heal your injury that only my family's dual cultivation method can heal in this world." Feng Xinglie's heart skipped a beat. His internal injuries are so complicated that even Master Guangdu, who is known as the orthodox Jingnian Chan of the world's medicine, is helpless, so Gu Qianlian's words show her sharp eyesight.After hearing about the secret technique of Shuangxiu Mansion, which utilizes the original power of male yang and female yin, it can bring people back to life after dying. Gu Qianlian said that she has a way to heal herself, which seems to be true.

This time he came to Wuchang to look for Han Qingfeng, and asked him to get back a knife. His ultimate goal was to find a mysterious palace in the legend and find a way to restore his skills so that he could challenge Pang Ban, but the chance of success was really slim. , if there is a way to restore one's skill in front of one's eyes, why not do it? Seeing him groaning silently, Gu Qianlian didn't know that her heart had moved, but she stood up, pretending to resentfully said: "It seems that you hate me very much, otherwise you wouldn't be so cruel to others, I'd better go!" Feng Xinglie saw that she said that she wanted to leave, but her footsteps did not move at all. He knew that she was teasing him. Originally, he was a masculine man, so it would not be a big deal to pay a few words of caution to a beautiful girl like her, but in this way, Then she will feel that she has the upper hand, and what naughty tricks are there next?Thinking that if he wants to suffer this humiliation, it's fine, he said lightly: "Miss, please go ahead, I'm sorry I don't want to see you off." He calls himself "my humble man", but there is infinite self-pity and self-suffering in him, and the hero is short of breath! All of a sudden, what he thought of was to give up even the idea of ​​asking Han Qingfeng for a knife, and simply find a secluded place, and just die in the mountains and forests, ignoring everything. Gu Qianlian glared, and was about to leave with anger, regardless of his life or death, but when she looked back, she saw the cold and disheartened look in Feng Xinglie's eyes, her heart softened, and she said softly, "What's on your mind? Can you tell me?" me?" Feng Xinglie didn't expect that she would suddenly become so caring, kind and understanding, and his annoyance in his heart lessened a little, but for a girl like her to look closely at him so closely, he really felt uncomfortable, and he was trying to avoid her gaze , Then I thought about it, I'm a man, so I'm afraid to be seen by her?He stared at each other and looked back at each other. Seeing him staring at her with burning eyes, Gu Qianlian was startled, and then blushed for the first time in history, lowered her eyes and said reproachfully: "How can you stare at him like this!" But she didn't expect that she was the same look at others. Feng Xinglie had nothing to do with her, and said in a low voice: "I'm just a person in trouble, girl..." Gu Qianlian's delicate body trembled, she stretched out her slender hand, and pressed it on Feng Xinglie's mouth, showing a look of listening. She moved quickly, Feng Xinglie couldn't hide even if he wanted to, her soft palm was pressed against his lips, making his withered heart feel ecstasy. Gu Qianlian's complexion changed and said: "The villain is here!" Without asking Feng Xinglie's consent, she lifted the quilt and got in, snuggled up to Feng Xinglie's side, and hid herself in the quilt. The sleeping tent fell, only then did Feng Xinglie know that she had untied the tent, which showed how agile she was. The corner of the quilt was raised again, Gu Qianlian blew on her lips, and the bedside oil lamp was turned off. The room was silent and dark.Gu Qianlian pulled his sleeve by Nei An, signaling him to sleep well. As soon as the oil wick went out, the aftertaste of smoke filled the room. Gu Qianlian pulled him harder again. Feng Xinglie sighed and lay down helplessly. Gu Qianlian's scorching hot body squeezed tightly, making him feel both embarrassed and stimulated. The windows and doors open without wind. A dark figure appeared in front of the bed. Han Bai turned around. The middle-aged woman whom Ning Zhi called Aunt Yunqing stood about two feet in front of her, her face as cold as water. At the same time, murderous aura surged from behind. Han Bai snorted coldly, and slapped back with his right palm, hitting hard on the edge of the sword that Ma Junsheng came out through the window and quickly pierced his back. Ma Jun stepped back like an electric shock. Han Bai took advantage of the momentum and floated forward. Yun Qing said coldly: "My friend is very skillful!" Flying both hands up like butterflies, they flicked towards his face from left to right, disturbing his gaze, but the real killer was the flying kick from below, kicking Han Bai's lower abdomen. Han Bai didn't expect her attack to be so fierce, he was taken aback, and at the same time realized that her martial arts were so strong, that's why he was able to see through his movements, so he notified Ma Junsheng to cooperate.At this time, he was not allowed to think too much, he opened his mouth, let out a breath of energy, and shot towards the opponent's face like an arrow, at the same time, he cut his left hand across, and received a ruthless kick from bottom to bottom. Yun Qing didn't expect him to have such a strange move of "Qi Arrow". With a sound of "Hey", his sleeves hurriedly shielded his face, and the kick he kicked took advantage of the momentum to accelerate, changing from a straight kick to a side kick. The target was Han Bai's wrist. Exquisite. Han Bai's heart trembled. One must know that his current martial arts can already be included in the black list of masters. Even with the ability of the little magician Fang Yeyu, there is no certainty that he can beat him under fair circumstances. Yun Qing's woman actually made him feel huge pressure, which is really no small matter. Unexpectedly, the shock in Yun Qing's heart was greater than his. Although she lived in seclusion in the Yunyun Temple of Yandang Mountain for many years, she seemed to be indifferent to world affairs, but in fact she was the highest core group of the Eight Factions Alliance "Twelve One of the first-generation seed masters specially cultivated by the "Old Elders' Association" to deal with the magician Pang Ban who will return to the world at any time, but now he has to use all his strength to deal with this rough guy who came out of nowhere. The shock is self-evident. "Huo"! The air arrow hit the sleeves that swelled with inner strength. At the same time, Han Bai's left hand shrank into a fist, hitting her toes hard. The two snorted almost simultaneously. Yun Qing flew back. "Top!" Han Bai blocked Yunqing's Liuyun sleeve twice again, avoiding her three legs, Ma Junsheng's sword had already conjured up thousands of sword shadows, hesitatingly attacking his face like quicksilver pouring down the ground. Han Bai was furious in his heart, this Ma Jun's voice was really scheming, trying to disturb his eyes, waiting for Yun Qing to use her exquisite footwork, snorted softly, and slapped lightning with his left palm, hitting the sword. As soon as Ma Jun's sword was suffocated, Han Bai rushed into the dead corner where his long sword could not reach, his right hand folded into a knife, and stabbed directly at his left shoulder blade. Yun Qing lightly scolded: "Jun Sheng back off!" The tip of her right foot touched Han Bai's fragile right knee. So far, the three of them have tried their best to keep their voices silent, as if they don't want to disturb others. Han Bai doesn't want to disturb others, which is very reasonable; but even Ma Junsheng and Na Yunqing have this idea, which makes people feel a little confused mind. Although Ma Junsheng saw that Han Bai was approaching menacingly, but he was proud of his martial arts strength, and seeing that the opponent was about the same age as himself, he would not be afraid to retreat. Facing Ma Junsheng, Han Bai was extremely jealous when he met his enemy. He hated Ma Junsheng for framing him and imprisoning him, and even more hated him for deceiving Han Ningzhi's innocent feelings. waist and abdomen. Ma Junsheng didn't expect the opponent to change his moves so quickly, without any warning, he punched in shock and turned into a palm, cutting the opponent's hand knife, the strength was not as good as before. "boom"! Ma Jun groaned miserably, and fell back. Yun Qing kicked at the thick fleshy part of Han Bai's leg, but felt that the opponent's muscles twisted and twisted as if spiritually, and his toes slipped away involuntarily, so he could only use a small amount of strength. Han Bai also suffered quite a lot. Although he was lucky enough to protect the kicked part and avoid the vital part, Yun Qing's kick was the result of her 30 years of painstaking practice. A burst of severe pain spread to the upper body, the right side of the body was numb and weak, it was indescribably uncomfortable, and he hurriedly turned to one side, taking advantage of the momentum and rolling straight into a pile of grass. Ma Junsheng took several steps back to stand still, and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood. His martial arts are all in swordsmanship, although his internal skills are good, they are not as good as Han Bai's supernatural skills from Chi Zunxin, and he was injured immediately after fighting hard. Seeing that Han Bai had hurt Ma Junsheng, Yun Qing became murderous, and flew towards Han Bai in the air, and finally revealed the two short swords with wrist guards hidden on his body. Cloud sleeves, one hard and the other soft, are highly respected in the eight schools. Han Bai rolled into the grass, took a deep breath, and held the three-eight halberd behind his back with his left hand. Now he can only choose one of escape or exposure. The fierce battle has reached the moment of fighting for life. Suddenly, a cold snort came from the depths of the forest, and a large mass of things spewed out from the darkness, rushing towards Yunqing, the sound of strong wind and wind was hidden in it, and the momentum was frightening. Unable to defend himself, Yun Qing abruptly volleyed in the air and quickly changed his posture, turning around and dodging, lest Han Bai take advantage of the momentum to make a move and expose himself to the enemy. At the same time, a hoarse and dry voice sounded in Han Bai's ear, "Boy! Come here!" Enduring the pain of numbness in one side of his body, Han Bai tried his best to jump up, and threw himself into the shadow of the forest where the sound came from, and disappeared. The large group of things that fell on the ground turned out to be more than ten pieces of dead leaves. This shows how amazing the skill of the sneak attacker was. Just throwing out the dead leaves collapsed Yun Qing's attack. Yun Qing didn't chase after him, but looked at the dead leaves on the ground with an angry look on his face. Ma Junsheng staggered to her side, and said in a deep voice: "Who is that person? There is no established standard in martial arts, it's like picking it up at random, so that people can't see the whole story at all." Yun Qingdao: "I don't know, but with the black list master 'Lone Bandit' Fan Liangji, how can he be a good person." Ma Jun's voice was startled, and he said in shock: "The one who used the dead leaves to hide Aunt Gong turned out to be Fan Liangji, no wonder he is so powerful." Yun Qing stomped his feet and said: "This damn ghost, as soon as I left Cloud Observatory, he haunted me like a ghost hanging in his boots. It's really annoying." After a pause, he asked with concern: "How's your injury?" Ma Jun said with lingering fear: "It's just a trivial matter, and it will be no problem to adjust the breath for a few more hours." Yun Qing pondered and said: "In the past twenty years, the Eight Factions Alliance has deliberately cultivated a total of eighteen seed masters from our two generations, all of whom took Pang Ban as their imaginary enemy. My foot hurt you again, alas! Is it true that the Tao is one foot tall and the devil is one foot tall?" Han Ningzhi's voice calling Ma Jun came from the small building. Ma Jun said in a low voice: "I'm going back!" He turned and went back to the small building. In Yunqing's independent garden, looking at the dead leaves on the ground, an unspeakable sadness and loss flashed in her eyes. What is the relationship between her and Fan Liangji? At the end of the slope, a simple hut surrounded by bamboo fences waited alone under the moonlight. The owner of this hut is famous all over the world, and has become the only "Rain Overlapping Sword" under Pang Ban's eyes who can match his opponent, Lang Fanyun. In the dark woods of the back mountain, a little light from the oil-capped wick flickered inside the house. The torch behind him went out suddenly. Fang Yeyu involuntarily took a deep breath, and strode towards the hut. It's like walking into a lonely world that has cut off any relationship with the world. The path leading to the gate is full of flowers and trees, which makes people feel more and more deep and distant. Fang Yeyu passed through the open fence gate, stood in front of the gate, and was about to make a sound, when a lazy voice came from inside: "Brother Ye Yu came just in time, why don't you come in!" Fang Yeyu didn't expect the other party to be so accommodating and polite, so he was taken aback for a moment, and replied, "Your junior will not be polite." He was about to push the door and enter, but when his fingertips were less than half a minute away from touching the wooden door, the wooden door slowly opened, and Fang Yeyu just pushed it in vain. Standing inside the door, Lang Fanyun smiled slightly and said, "Brother Ye Yu, please come in." Turning his head around, he walked back into the house. Fang Yeyu suppressed the concussion in his mind, and slowly walked into the room. The hut is about 200 feet square, except for a table, a chair, a seat, and several jugs, there is a large pile of broken bamboos piled up on the ground, some of which have been torn apart and cut into strips about six feet long. Xu's flat bamboo strips.The world-renowned "Rain-covering Sword" left the scabbard, and placed it on the ground with the scabbard casually. It seems that Lang Fanyun cut out these dozens of flat bamboo strips with his Rain-covering sword, and then put it down casually. sword and sheath. Lang Fanyun was not polite, stretched his waist, fell to the ground, picked up the bamboo basket that had just been woven into a small half, and continued the great work of weaving the basket carefully, without raising his head, he said: "We must make it before going to bed." Good guy, otherwise those Shishan longans that are so familiar that they can't wait any longer will have nothing to hold, please sit down!" Fang Yeyu, who has always been eloquent, sat down in the only bamboo chair beside the rough wooden table as if he was dumb, and made a noise of "aheeeeeeeeee". The voice that would not take it to heart made Fang Yeyu feel extremely uncomfortable at this moment, as if he had revealed some of his secrets to this outstanding person who could fight against his master. He finally saw Lang Fanyun. But it was completely different from the Lang Fanyun he had imagined. The wave turning clouds he imagined should be a person who is tragic and generous, who loves wine as a song.But now Lang Fanyun is self-sufficient, plain and natural. Such waves and clouds made his heart tremble even more. Lang Fanyun looked up and smiled as if remembering something ridiculous: "Recently someone greeted me with tea instead of wine, but in my kennel, I can only greet you with wine instead of tea, Brother Ye Yu, you are welcome. There are more than ten pots in the corner filled with 'tea', please help yourself!" When he said "someone greeted me with tea instead of wine", a trace of unconcealable thought flashed in his eyes, as if he remembered something that had been forgotten. Fang Yeyu was so engrossed in Lang Fanyun's long, white fingers that he even forgot to say "thank you". Lang Fanyun looked up at him, smiled slightly, picked up another bamboo stick from the ground, and continued to work. One sees, one weaves, and after a while, the big bamboo basket is born from nothing in this peaceful mountain residence. Lang Fanyun patted the bamboo chips in Zhao's hand, came to Fang Yeyu, patted him on the shoulder twice, laughed and said: "Brother Yeyu, you must not be a wine lover, otherwise you will smell my homemade local wine How could you bear it for so long, come on! Since you love to look at that bamboo basket so much, just take a look at it." Fang Yeyu stood up in astonishment, and came to Luo, still thinking about the shoulder that had just been patted twice by Lang Fanyun.No one has ever dared to pat him on the shoulder, and he will not let anyone pat him on the shoulder casually. But Lang Fanyun did it so naturally. Fang Yeyu picked up the bamboo basket, and the world-renowned Fuyu Sword was lying flat at his feet. Could it be that Lang Fanyun wasn't wary of him at all? Lang Fanyun picked up a jug of wine from the corner, came to the table, and sat down on the bamboo chair as if he had relaxed everything. But there was no sound of people and chairs colliding as they should. Until this moment, Fang Yeyu still couldn't say a single word. Lang Fanyun unscrewed the lid of the jug, raised his head and gulped several times, put the jug on the table with a "bang", wiped off the wine stains on the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and said lightly: "Pang Ban sent you something, Show me quickly." Fang Yeyu stared at him without saying a word. Lang Fanyun frowned and urged: "Brother Ye Yu!" Fang Yeyu looked up to the sky with a long sigh, and said solemnly: "Hero Lang, please don't call me that anymore, just call me Ye Yu like Master." This was the first time he respected Lang Fanyun as a hero, and at the same time clever He expresses his reverence for Lang Fanyun as much as Pang Ban. Lang Fanyun glanced at him meaningfully, took another sip of wine, and sighed: "Good wine! Ye Yu, don't you really want to try it?" Fang Yeyu laughed and said: "Call me Ye Yu for the hero, even if I risk my life, I will drink a pot of him." He walked to the place where the wine pot was placed, picked up a pot, unscrewed the lid, and "grumbled " straight down.It took a while before he put down the pot panting, and said, "Is this soaked in longan?" Lang Fanyun asked worriedly: "Does it taste strange?" Fang Yeyu said: "It's really weird, but it's very weird. I'm worried that I'll fall in love with the thing in this pot from today on." Lang Fanyun let out a big laugh and said: "It seems that Pang Ban is also a fool who doesn't like drinking, otherwise why wouldn't he teach you a good apprentice." He must be the first person in history to call Pang Ban a fool. Fang Yeyu seemed to remember something suddenly, and after an "oh", he took out a clean white cloth from his pocket and handed it to Lang Fanyun. Lang Fanyun took it unsuspectingly, and easily opened the white cloth, revealing a wooden figure with a sword about a foot tall inside. Surprised look flashed across Lang Fanyun's eyes, and he placed it on the table with great care. The wooden figure stands on the table as immovably as a mountain, with its own majestic spirit. The wooden man has no face, but the posture and figure standing with the sword are quite similar to Lang Fanyun's, and his appearance is full of spirit. On the wooden man's back were engraved with ten small characters "The night when the river is blocked at the end of the eighth month and fifteenth month". The "war letter" was finally sent to Lang Fanyun. Lang Fanyun stared intently at the wooden figurine, which was carved out of Pang Ban's imagination of him, but he was very godlike, his deep eyes shone with a frightening splendor. If the heaven and the earth have stopped running, time has stopped. Although the wooden man has no eyes, the viewer always feels that the wooden man is concentrating on the sword pointing obliquely in front of him. What's even more strange is that the wooden man just holds the sword casually, but it can make people feel completely helpless. Method to grasp the change of sword potential. Fang Yeyu's mind was completely attracted by the wooden statue of Lang Fanyun made by Pang Ban himself.After Pang Ban left Gaoya, someone gave him this small bag and asked him to give it to Lang Fanyun. Until this moment when he saw Lang Fanyun, he never thought of opening the inner cloth to take a look, because He wants to leave the right to dismantle and read the gauntlet to Lang Fanyun. If he didn't even understand Pang Ban's intentions, Pang Ban would have kicked him out of the school long ago. Sitting in the clouds. Fang Yeyu stood. But the eyes of the two did not leave the wooden man for a moment. The wooden body is full of chopping marks, clean and neat, resulting in rich texture lines that make people tremble, just like the chaos of heaven and earth just opened, and it is as wonderful as nature. Lang Fanyun groaned and closed his eyes, but Fang Yeyu knew that the afterimage of the wooden figure must still be entangled in Lang Fanyun's eyes. Lang Fanyun opened his eyes again, shot out an unprecedented radiance, and said slowly: "Is Pang Ban a heartless person? Otherwise, how could he put such affection into this wooden man? Just as if he was not an outsider, how could he see?" Do you know what's going on?" Fang Yeyu was slightly taken aback. Lang Fanyun's comment on Pang Ban seemed contradictory, but in fact it contained the truth, just like the more familiar you are with a person, the deeper you know, and the more you love him, the harder it will be To make an objective judgment, parents are blind to their children's misbehavior, which is the result of the influence of this body in the game. Lang Fanyun didn't really want to get the answer from Fang Yeyu, and said with a faint smile: "Tell Pang Ban, this is the first time that Lang forgot to drink because of looking at something, and the first time he forgot to drink because of looking at something. But it's like drinking a lot of peerless wine." Fang Yeyu bowed and said, "I will tell Master every word." Lang Fanyun stretched out his fingertips, followed the knife marks on the back of the wooden man's head, crossed the indentation between the necks, and came to the arched back, and said softly: "The knife marks on the back of the head and back are like flowing water. Unceasingly, it looks like two slashes on the outside, but it is actually one slash, and it must be the first slash to turn this rotten wood into this wooden man who contains the ultimate Tao." Fang Yeyu's legs gave way and he almost knelt down. He was selected as an apprentice by Pang Ban, and he was so talented that it was difficult to be second-guessed.Therefore, Lang Fanyun's few words made him see that Lang Fanyun's eyesight had reached an extraordinary realm, so he was able to "turn" out "thousands of words" from a wooden figure, which was even better than watching A war book with a thickness of a thousand pages. Lang Fanyun withdrew his slender and beautiful hand, and sighed contentedly: "Pang Ban, Pang Ban! No one knows me better than you, the night when August and fifteenth are full... the night when August and fifteenth are full ..." His voice gradually became thinner, but the almost painful expectation became stronger and stronger. Fang Yeyu couldn't help but burst into tears. He finally fully understood why Pang Ban and Lang Fanyun could become the most invincible masters in the rivers and lakes in the past century after Chuan Ying, Ling Donglai, Meng Chixing, Ba Shiba and other Gai Dai masters a hundred years ago. Arguably the top man. Only their broad-mindedness and detachment from life and death can make them stand side by side at the pinnacle of martial arts. On the night of blocking the river in August and fifteenth month. These ten small characters are quietly carried on the thick back of the wooden man, but they represent the most shocking battle between the autobiographical eagle and Meng Chixing since the decisive battle on Changjie a hundred years ago. The gauntlet has now arrived. Lang Fanyun suddenly laughed and said: "Things are still in exchange, since I have drank the 'peerless wine' he sent, I will always get drunk for ten or eight days, it is useless to ask for this bamboo basket for a while, Ye Yu Then you take it back to brother Pang, see if he can use it?" Fang Yeyu bowed and said, "Yeyu is only on behalf of Master, thank you hero!" Lang Fanyun was silent. Fang Yeyu knew that he wanted to chase away the guests, so he backed away slowly, came to the bamboo basket, carefully picked up the bamboo basket, stepped back to the door, and said respectfully, "What orders does Hero Lang have?" Lang Fanyun looked at him deeply, with unceasing emotion in his eyes, and said calmly: "Tell the commander, when the river is blocked at the end of August and fifteenth, Lang Fanyun will definitely arrive!" Fang Yeyu wanted to speak, but the words were stuck in his throat, so he couldn't speak. Lang Fanyun smiled slightly, and flicked his fingers, the oil lamp on the table went out with the wind, and both Lang Fanyun, big and small, fell into the darkness of the house at the same time. Suddenly, Fang Yeyu realized that he really couldn't tell the difference between the wooden carvings and the real waves, who was more "real". He exited the door wordlessly. Gently closed the wooden door. Pick up the bamboo basket and walk towards the circuit.