One Hundred and Ninety-Seven. Apprentice

Lan Ling's notebook was placed in the dormitory first, and Yang Ming planned to bring it to her sometime after the eleventh holiday. Because there are more important things to do now.

Yang Ming checked the time, and it was almost time to go to Fang Tian's place. Yang Ming's heart is full of excitement and longing now. King of Killers, what a shocking and awesome title!

Today Yang Ming didn't drive, but took the subway to the shanty town. It wasn't because Yang Ming didn't want to drive there, but because he was afraid that driving out every night would arouse Zhang Bing's suspicion.

So Yang Ming decided that he should find a chance to buy a car as soon as possible, otherwise it would be inconvenient to travel.

When they came to Fang Tian's house, Dong Jun had already arrived. Seeing Yang Ming, he smiled and nodded at him: "Second Junior Brother, you are here."

"Second Junior Brother?" Yang Ming sweated profusely, "Your name is a bit ambiguous, like Zhu Bajie?"

"Ha, you really know how to associate." Xun Jun said with a smile: "Master is already waiting for you in the room."

"Okay, I didn't expect you to be old man Fang's apprentice!" Yang Ming laughed.

"Old man Fang?" Dong Jun was stunned: "Why are you so disrespectful to Master?"

"It's okay, I'm used to it." As soon as Xun Jun finished speaking, he heard Fang Tian's hearty voice: "Yang Ming, you can be disrespectful to me, but you must not be disrespectful to the patriarch. Your apprenticeship ceremony will be mine in a while." The mountain closing ceremony. Representing the retirement of the old King of Killers, a new generation of King of Killers was born."

"So formal?" Yang Ming didn't expect this kind of one-on-one teaching to have so many rules, but he still obeyed and said, "Okay. I understand."

In Fang Tian's hut, everything has been prepared beforehand. On an old Eight Immortals table, an incense table is set up, and a portrait is enshrined on it. The curtains in the room have already been drawn, Fang Tian said to Yang Ming: "Yang Ming, come here."

Seeing that the atmosphere was very solemn, Yang Ming didn't dare to neglect in the slightest, and walked forward in an orderly manner. He followed Fang Tian's instructions.

"Kneel down." Fang Tian pointed to a small futon under the incense case. Yang Ming quickly knelt down. After a long time, I heard Fang Tian say slowly: "Master Patriarch, Fang Tian, ​​the king of the fourth generation of killers, from today on, he washes his hands and passes on the mantle to Yang Ming. He will become the fifth generation of killers." s King."

After finishing speaking, Fang Tian bowed deeply, and said to Yang Ming, "Kowtow three times."

Yang Ming obeyed and kowtowed three times.

"All right.

OK. Fang Tian nodded and asked Yang Ming to stand up.

Yang Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately the procedure is not very cumbersome.

"From now on, you will call me Master, Brother Dong Jun." Fang Tian said lightly: "Of course. If you are not used to it, it doesn't matter if you call me an old man. The name is just a title. After you become a qualified killer in the future. Just There will be many different titles to match and conceal your identity."

next. Fang Tian began to teach Yang Ming some things. Xun Jun naturally wanted to avoid it. Although Xun Jun is also Fang Tiandi's apprentice in name, the King of Killers can only have one heir.

After Xun Jun left. Fang Cai said lightly: "Show me your strength, hit me."

"What?" Yang Ming didn't dare to say anything else, but when it comes to strength, it's not a joke. Yang Ming can lift a person weighing more than a hundred catties with one hand, one can imagine the strength. Now Fang Tian actually asked Yang Ming to beat him!

Looking at Fang Tian's skinny appearance, Yang Ming wondered, could he withstand his own punch? But seeing Fang Tian's composure, he still punched him, but only with half of his strength.

Fang Tian grabbed Yang Ming's arm casually, and said lightly: "Is this just strength? Where is the strength from beating Yu Xiangde in the detention center? Didn't eat today?"

Yang Ming was a little annoyed by Fang Tian's words, and wanted to withdraw his hand to strike again, but was shocked to find that his hand seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't move for a moment! Yang Ming was horrified, he always got stuck on other people's arms, but today... Yang Ming really realized at this moment that Fang Tian is a master! Not only is he a master of speed and skill, but he also possesses astonishing strength.

"Strength is the most basic quality of a killer, but it is not the most important." Fang Tian let go of Yang Ming's hand and said lightly: "Many times, killing people does not require strength."

"That is to say, my strength is not enough?" Yang Ming asked.

"It seems to be far behind now. I'll give you another chance, let me see." Fang Tian shook his head.

Yang Ming didn't dare to hold anything back this time, he took a heavy blow

When the sky hit, Fang Tian still grabbed Yang Ming's arm lightly, and said with his head, "That's right, it's much stronger than that punch just now. Your time for strength training can be shortened a lot, at least shorter than mine."

Yang Ming breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, it seems that he finally got Fang Tian's affirmation.

"I have ten sets of prepared Chinese medicine here, you use it to soak your hands and feet every night." Fang Tian pointed to a plastic bag on the ground and said: "Then get up every morning, find a big tree to kick, and stick to ten Days, more than three hours a day. Come to me after ten days.”

"Ah? There are no routines or boxing techniques?" Yang Ming asked strangely. Because it sounds a bit reckless!

"No, my medicine is to promote the growth of your bones, and can protect your hands and feet from damage." Fang Tian said lightly: "Ten days later, that big tree should have all its meridians cut off and die. If it survives That's fine, it proves that I overestimated your strength."

The meridian is completely broken? Why does it sound a bit like the "Seven Injuries Boxing" in martial arts novels? But Yang Ming didn't dare to ask more, Fang Tian must have his reasons for saying this, so he nodded and said: "I will definitely work hard."

"Okay, it's getting late. You should go back first." Fang Tian handed the traditional Chinese medicine to Yang Ming and said, "After half an hour in the casserole, soak your hands and feet for another hour."

After Yang Ming bid farewell to Fang Tian, ​​he took the subway back to Songjiang University of Technology. Yang Ming felt that it was a bit unbelievable. He did two good deeds randomly and saved two old men. These two old men gave him great benefits.

"What did you take? Such a strong smell of Chinese medicine?" Zhang Bin and Tian Donghua covered their noses as soon as they entered the dormitory.

"My hands and feet are a bit rheumatic. A friend of my dad prescribed some traditional Chinese medicine to soak my hands and feet." Yang Ming thought up a countermeasure on the subway. Otherwise, Zhang Bin and Tian Donghua would definitely be suspicious.

Upon hearing that it was important to cure diseases, both Zhang Bin and Tian Donghua lost interest and continued to watch TV.

Yang Ming's dormitory didn't have a kitchen, only an electric cooker that he bought casually when he and Chen Mengyan went out to the street yesterday, so Yang Ming used the electric cooker to boil the medicine with water. Although it is not as good as an open fire, it can only be used.

"Damn, what are you doing!" Zhang Bing complained, "Hurry up and open the window, the smell of medicine is so strong, you want to kill us!"

"If you miss, just say it, there are so many things!" Yang Ming said with his eyes wide open.

"Hush!" Tian Donghua stretched out a finger to his mouth, then pulled Zhang Bin and said, "Be quiet, that guy is so fierce, aren't you afraid of being beaten?"

"Ha!" Zhang Bing laughed: "He was joking, can't you hear it?"

"Day, I was scared to death!" Tian Donghua shook his head.

After Yang Ming cooked the traditional Chinese medicine, he didn't bother to use gauze to filter the medicine residue. Anyway, it was used to soak his hands and feet, not to drink, so he directly poured it into a basin and went back to the house to soak his hands and feet.

The next day, Yang Ming got up very early. When the phone's alarm clock rang, Yang Ming yawned, got dressed quickly, and left the dormitory building.

It's autumn and it's still dark. It was only past four o'clock, and the students who had practiced in the morning hadn't come out yet. Yang Ming walked towards a small forest in the north of the school. This is a piece of wasteland just bought by the school, which has not yet been developed. Because there are no trails, few students come here. However, in Xia Tian, ​​I heard that there are couples playing wild games here. This is also a rumor. Yang Ming is a freshman, so there is no way to confirm it. But no one here is sure now.

Yang Ming found a poplar tree that looked thick but didn't have so many scars, and started to box. One stroke, two strokes, three strokes... At first, Yang Ming was not used to it, but after getting used to it, Yang Ming didn't feel anything.

Yesterday's traditional Chinese medicine was indeed very useful. After such a strong blow, Yang Ming's hands were only slightly red, but not swollen. Of course, the pain is certain, but it's not a big deal.

Soon, three hours passed. Yang Ming looked at his watch. It was already past seven o'clock. Although no one passed by here, he was afraid that the security guards in the school would come to patrol.

Yang Ming didn't want to be suspected, so he left a mark on the tree and left quickly.