Chapter 170 Apprenticeship

"this!"

The sudden golden light made Fang Yang's eyes widen, he stared closely at the copybook wrapped around his body by the golden glow, and murmured: "The jade pendant melted with blood, could it be this copybook?"

"Fang Yang, what are you muttering about?" Wang Qiang asked in a muffled voice, with shock on his face, and the change in the copybook was unexpected.

Fang Yang shook his head with a dignified expression. Just as he was about to mobilize his aura to pry into the secret of the copybook, a familiar voice suddenly sounded.

"Floating like floating clouds, like a frightened dragon, Wang Xizhi's copybooks flow through the years, but it is hard to hide their charm, wonderful! Wonderful!"

"Dao Zhang!"

Wang Qiang raised his eyes to look at An Hongtao who appeared like a ghost, with a respectful expression, he called out.

This An Hongtao is indeed a big name, aside from his unfathomable ancient martial arts, I am afraid that his status is also frighteningly high, otherwise, based on Fang Yang's understanding of Wang Qiang, how can he be such a submissive person?

An Hongtao nodded slightly in response, but his deep eyes never left Fang Yang.

Facing An Hongtao, Fang Yang didn't know whether to treat An Hongtao as a lifesaver, or in any other capacity. Seeing An Hongtao's eyes staring at him, Fang Yang looked embarrassed, changed the subject, and asked, "Does Master An know the magic of this copybook?"

An Hongtao didn't respond, his eyes froze suddenly, he stretched out his hand suddenly, and scratched towards the void, a gray paw print appeared and disappeared into the copybook in Fang Yang's hand in an instant.

As soon as the paw prints entered, the surrounding golden light flowed back and flowed around the font, as if trapped in one place by a mysterious force, no matter how hard the golden light tried to break through, it would be difficult to shake.

The golden light returned, and An Hongtao watched the copybook regain his composure, and then said leisurely: "This copybook is the inheritance of Wang Xizhi's ideas, and it is very useful for comprehension when breaking through the shackles. It's a pity that the three opportunities contained in it have already been used twice. As for the remaining last time, there is still a disturbing vicious array hidden, the previous owner of this copybook was really careful."

Hearing this, both Fang Yang and Wang Qiang's expressions changed, and Fang Yang couldn't help cursing: "Although this girl's stuff is good, it can't stop someone from doing bad things in it!"

Fang Yang is now fortunate and afraid. When he was in Jiangbei City, he still felt that he was awesome. He changed his luck and Feng Shui to make money, and he was very happy. But why didn't he discover the danger hidden in the copybook just now?

If the aura enters the copybook, I'm afraid it will be sucked into it all at once, right?

Compared to Fang Yang, Wang Qiang put on a look of being familiar with it, and said haha: "In the world of Gu Wu, you'd better believe in one word."

"What words?"

"The more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it is." Wang Qiang said seriously.

In the world of ancient martial arts, there are panacea and magic tools. After all, the world of ancient martial arts is another Vanity Fair. People here need spirit stones, pills, and powerful guns. They have many means to possess and plunder, even if the means are very unbearable.

The fierce array hidden in the copybook taught Fang Yang a vivid lesson.

Fang Yang's expression was strange, but he was enlightened. After looking at the copybook and then at An Hongtao, it took a long time before he raised the bottle containing the pill in his hand and said, "Daozhang An, should you tell me the truth now?"

Hearing this, Wang Qiang's expression changed, and he turned his eyes to An Hongtao who was muttering, and frowned slightly.

An Hongtao's expression was calm, and he said without hesitation, "You are the grandson of Fang Fang's patriarch of the three veins of the ancient martial arts world."

Fang Yang was taken aback, turned his head to look at Wang Qiang, and asked, "What the hell is this green vein?"

Wang Qiang shook his head and smiled wryly, looking at Fang Yang as if he was looking at a monster, and said, "This Qingwumai is not a ghost, but a powerful family."

"How strong is it?" Fang Qiang asked.

Wang Qiang looked at An Hongtao, held back for a long time before saying: "Three veins and one family are the pinnacle family in the ancient martial arts world, how strong do you think it is?"

"Damn!" Fang Yang roared, and said, "Fang Yang is still a rich second generation? My family is so awesome, why have I never enjoyed it?!"

"Because you have been cursed since childhood, you will not live to be twenty-eight years old." An Hongtao said in a deep voice.

Fang Yang looked stunned, and slowly became quiet, with An Hongtao's voice echoing in his ears.

It turns out that Fang Yang is not only the eldest son and grandson of the Fang family in Qingwumai, but also talented and intelligent when he was young. If there is no accident, once Fang Yang reaches the age of carrying a tripod, he will surely become a figure who trembles in the entire ancient martial arts world.

It's a pity that Qingwumai, as a master of Fengshui, was cursed for revealing too many secrets. This curse was directed at Qingwumai's inheritance, that is, Fang Yang. According to the deduction by the masters of the Fang family using the sacred art of Feng Shui, Fang Yang will not live to be twenty-eight years old!

"Twenty-eight? I'll be twenty-nine after the new year. Am I going to die?" Fang Yang wailed after counting with his fingers, but he was worried.

An Hongtao looked at Fang Yang amusedly, shook his head, and unconsciously showed a hint of pride in his expression. Wang Qiang, who was beside him, took a look at An Hongtao, and said at the right time, "Fang Yang, you can live past the age of twenty-eight, thanks to Mount Qingcheng."

As he said that, Wang Qiang winked at Fang Yang, which was completely asking Fang Yang to thank An Hongtao. And this An Hongtao is the old Taoist of Qingcheng Mountain.

Seeing Fang Yang looking at him curiously, An Hongtao hurriedly distanced himself from him, saying, "Although the person who saved you came from Mount Qingcheng, that person is not me."

According to what An Hongtao said, Fang Yang would not live to be twenty-eight years old, but fortunately the immortal master of Qingcheng Mountain gave advice. Fang Yang was not allowed to accept half of his parents' favor before he was twenty-seven, otherwise he would die young.

Because of this, Fang Yang was brought up by his grandfather since he was a child, and he stayed away from Guwu Fengshui.

"So, my parents are still alive?" Looking at the faces of An Hongtao and Wang Qiang, Fang Yang felt a huge wave in his heart, and hurriedly asked, "Where are my parents now?!"

Wang Qiang avoided Fang Yang's gaze, and An Hongtao was hesitant to speak. He sighed after a long time and said, "Fang Yang, if you have stayed away from Gu Wu, all these bloody storms have nothing to do with you. But then Fate tricks people, let you become attached to Gu Wu, and the Fang family is doomed, you are doomed to escape!"

Fang Yang felt something bad in his heart, and wanted to ask more questions, but was interrupted by An Hongtao waving his hand.

I saw An Hongtao's expression was unprecedentedly serious, staring at Fang Yang with burning eyes, and shouted: "Fang Yang, I just want to say something for you, are you willing to worship me under An Hongtao's seat and accept my mantle?"

An Hongtao's voice was not loud, but Fang Yang was stunned for a while as if there was no beating of a drum.

Who is this An Hongtao? A piece of jade pendant casually given can withstand a blow from a master of the mysterious rank. Is he an earth rank? Or is it a more powerful existence than Earth Rank? Such a character should accept himself as a disciple? Fang Yang just felt like he was dreaming.

"Fang Yang, you should be more sober, master, hurry up and kowtow!" Wang Qiang felt anxious when he saw that Fang Yang was in a daze, and then he stepped forward, stretched out his foot and kicked Fang Yang's leg , causing him to stagger and kneel in front of An Hongtao.

From then on, Fang Yang woke up like a dream, hurriedly knelt down, shouted in his mouth, and said: "Master, please accept my apprentice's worship!"

As he spoke, Fang Yang kowtowed heavily, and a smile appeared on the corner of An Hongtao's mouth.

As for Wang Qiang, he wiped off his sweat and then showed a knowing smile.

Fang Yang, Fang Yang, the ancient martial arts masters who want to worship under An Daochang's sect have already been lined up from the imperial capital to Mount Qingcheng. If you take a step slower, you will miss the ladder to the sky.