Chapter 197 Worship

Volume 2 The Age of Chasing Beauty 197. Lan Ling's notebook was put in the dormitory first, and Yang Ming is going to bring it to her sometime during the National Day holiday.

Because there are more important things to do now.

Yang Ming looked at 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 did not drive, but took the subway to the shantytown.

It's not because Yang Ming doesn't want to drive there, but because he is afraid that driving out every night will cause Zhang Bin'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 he came to Fang Tian's house, Dong Jun had already arrived.

Seeing Yang Ming, he nodded to him with a smile: "Second brother, you're here."

"Second brother?" Yang Ming Khan said, "Your name is a little ambiguous. It seems that Zhu Bajie is?" Ha, you really know how to associate it."

Xun Jun smiled and said, "Master has been waiting for you in the room."

"Okay, I didn't expect that you were an apprentice of Mr. Fang!" Yang Ming said with a smile.

"Old man Fang?" Dong Jun was stunned: "Why are you so disrespectful to your master?" It doesn't matter. I'm used to it.

As soon as Xunjun finished speaking, he heard Fang Tian's cheerful voice: "Yang Ming, you can be disrespectful to me, but you must not be disrespectful to your ancestors.

In a moment, your worship ceremony is also my mountain harvest ceremony.

represents the retirement of the king of killers of the older generation, and the birth of a new generation of kings of killers.

"So formal?" Yang Ming didn't expect that there were so many rules for this kind of one-on-one teaching, but he still said very obediently, "Okay.

I know."

In Fang Tian's hut, everything was ready before. On an old table of the Eight Immortals, an incense table was set up with a portrait on it.

The curtains in the room have already been closed. Fang Tian said to Yang Ming, "Yang Ming, come here."

Seeing that the atmosphere was very solemn, Yang Ming did not dare to neglect at all and walked forward in a regular manner.

Follow 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, Fang Tian, the king of the fourth generation of killers, from today on.

Wash your hands in the golden basin and teach the mant to Yang Ming.

He will become the king of the fifth generation of killers.

After saying that, Fang Tian bowed deeply and said to Yang Ming, "Tow three times."

Yang Mingyi kowtowed three heads.

"Okay.

It's okay."

Fang Tian nodded and let Yang Ming stand up.

Yang Ming was secretly relieved. Fortunately, the program was not very cumbersome.

"In the future, you will call me Master and Big 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 name, and you will become a qualified killer in the future.

There will be many different names to cooperate and cover up your identity.

Next.

Fang Tian began to teach Yang Ming something.

Xunjun naturally wants to avoid it.

Although Xunjun is also nominally an apprentice of heaven and earth, the king of killers can only have one descendant.

After the Xunjun left.

Fang Tiantian said lightly, "Let me see your strength and 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 of about 100 catties with one hand. This strength can be imagined.

Now Fang Tian actually asked Yang Ming to beat him! Yang Ming looked at Fang Tian's thin appearance and wondered if he could withstand his own punch? However, when he saw Fang Tian's calm appearance, he still punched him, but only half of his strength was needed.

Fang Tian grabbed it casually, grabbed Yang Ming's arm, and said faintly, "Is this also power? Where is the strength of Xiangde in the detention center? Didn't you eat today?" Yang Ming was a little annoyed by Fang Tian. He wanted to pull back his hand and hit it again, but he was stunned to find that his hand seemed to be stuck and could not move at all! Yang Ming was stunned that he had always stuck in other people's arms, but today it was... Only now did Yang Ming really realize that Fang Tian was a master! He is not only a master of speed and skill, but also has terrible strength.

"Power is the most basic quality of a killer, but it is not the most important."

Fang Tian loosened Yang Ming's hand and said lightly, "Many times, killing people don't require strength."

"That is to say, I don't have enough strength?" Yang Ming asked.

"It seems to be far behind now.

I'll give you another chance. Let me have a look.

Fang Tian shook his head.

Yang Ming did not dare to have any reservations this time. After a heavy day, Fang Tian still grabbed Yang Ming's arm lightly and said, "Yes, it's much better than the punch just now.

Your strength training time can be shortened a lot, at least less than when I was in those years.

Yang Ming breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. It seemed that he had finally been affirmed by Fang Tian.

"I have ten pairs of prepared traditional Chinese medicine here, which you use 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 fight for ten days, more than three hours a day.

Come to me in ten days."

"Ah? There are no routines and boxing skills?" Yang Ming asked strangely.

Because it sounds like it's a bit reckless! No, my medicine promotes your bone development and can protect your hands and feet from damage.

Fang Tian said faintly, "Ten days later, the big tree should be completely cut off.

If it lives well, it proves that I overestimate your strength.

Is the meridians completely broken? Why does it sound a little like the "seven wounds" in martial arts novels? However, Yang Ming didn't dare to ask more questions. Fang Tian must have his reason to say so, so he nodded and said, "I will definitely try my best."

"Okay, it's getting late.

You go back first."

Fang Tian handed the traditional Chinese medicine to Yang Ming and said, "After boiling the casserole for half an hour, soak your hands and feet for another hour."

After Yang Ming said goodbye to Fang Tian, he took the subway back to Songjiang University of Technology.

Yang Ming felt a little incredible. He did two good deeds casually and saved two old men, both of which gave him a great benefit.

"What did you take? What about the smell of traditional Chinese medicine? As soon as they entered the dormitory, Zhang Bin and Tian Donghua covered their noses.

"My hands and feet are a little rheumatism. A friend of my father gave me a few pairs of traditional Chinese medicine to soak my hands and feet."

Yang Ming figured out the countermeasures on the subway.

Otherwise, Zhang Bin and Tian Donghua would definitely doubt it.

Hearing that it is important to cure the disease, Zhang Bin and Tian Donghua lost no interest and continued to watch TV.

There is no kitchen in Yang Ming's dormitory. There is only an electric cooker that he bought casually when he went out with Chen Mengyan yesterday, so Yang Ming put water in the electric cooker and fried the medicine.

Although it is not as well fried by open fire, it can only be used.

"Damn it, what the hell are you doing!" Zhang Bin complained, "Open the window quickly. With such a strong smell of medicine, you want to smoke us to death!" If you want to die, just tell me. There are so many things to do!" Yang Ming said with staring eyes.

"Shh!" Tian Donghua stretched out a finger to his mouth, and then pulled Zhang Bin and said, "Be quiet. That guy is so fierce. Aren't you afraid of being beaten?" Ha!" Zhang Binle said, "He's joking. You can't even listen to him?" Damn, it scares me to death!" Tian Donghua shook his head.

After Yang Ming decocted the traditional Chinese medicine, he was too lazy to use gauze to filter the medicine residue. Anyway, it was used to soak his hands and feet, not to drink, so he poured it directly into the basin and went back to the house to soak his hands and feet.

The next day, Yang Ming got up very early.

When the alarm clock of the mobile phone rang, the genius was bright. Yang Ming yawned, quickly dressed, and left the dormitory building.

When it's autumn, it's still very dark.

It's only after four o'clock, and the students in the morning exercise haven't come out yet.

Yang Ming walked to a small forest north of the school.

This is a wasteland just bought by the school and has not been developed yet.

Because there is no path, there are very few students here.

But in summer, I heard that there are couples fighting here in the field. This is also a rumor. Yang Ming is a freshman, and it can't be confirmed.

But no one here is sure now.

Yang Ming found a poplar tree that looked thick but did not have so many scars, and began to box with it.

One, two, three... At the beginning, Yang Ming was still a little uncomfortable, but after getting used to it, Yang Ming didn't feel anything.

Yesterday's traditional Chinese medicine was indeed very useful. With such a powerful blow, Yang Ming's hand was slightly red and did not swell up.

Of course, the pain is for sure, 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 school security guards would come to patrol.

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