After dinner at Shitou's house, Fang Chang felt slightly tipsy, declined Shitou's many attempts to stay, and walked back to the earthen house with unsteady steps.
He didn't know why he drank so much today, but he just wanted to.
With his current physique, alcohol can already numb his mind.
At night, there were shadows around the house, and there seemed to be black shadows shaking in the shadows.
But as Fang Chang came closer, the shadow receded, and even the sound of the insects disappeared.
Fang Chang seemed unaware. He pushed open the ajar door and saw a middle-aged man with a pale face and a tall figure standing in the yard with his hands behind his back.
When he saw Fang Chang, the man's eyes lit up, he showed an excited expression, and he knelt down in front of Fang Chang like he was pushing a mountain of gold over a jade pillar.
"Mortal Lin has really seen an immortal master!"
If outsiders knew that the leader of the Qinglong Gang, who was famous in Jingguo and in the five surrounding counties, would kneel in front of a young man who looked to be in his twenties, his jaw would probably be dropped.
But the young man in front of him just accepted the courtesy calmly and said calmly:
"I never thought that the child back then would still remember me. The cause and effect between you and me has disappeared. It's better not to see each other and go back."
After saying that, Fang Chang didn't even look at the powerful leader of the Qinglong Gang in front of him. He entered the house, found his bed in the darkness, lay down and slept with his clothes on.
Outside the house, Lin Zhen, who was kneeling in the courtyard with his face on the ground, suddenly turned pale and his breathing became rapid.
He has been in a high position for a long time and has always been respected and flattered by others. He thinks that he is extremely sincere when he kneels down and salutes the first time they meet.
Unexpectedly, Fang Chang didn't even look at him.
He looked up at the dark room and clenched his hands into fists.
But thinking of what his second uncle told him about Fang Chang stepping on the moon that day, he took a deep breath and bowed respectfully toward the house again.
"The Immortal Master is in good health, Lin Zhen is resigning."
Inside the house, Fang Chang suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the dark beams, and began to think seriously about a problem.
Do you want to leave?
This is actually a bit ridiculous.
A great Nascent Soul cultivator who can move from heaven to earth and call for wind and rain would actually run away because of a mortal.
But it really can’t be beaten.
After all, he can only be regarded as a relatively strong mortal now. Even if he faces Lin Zhen in a duel, he may not be able to defeat him, not to mention that Lin Zhen has a lot of subordinates.
Now that Lin Zhen recognized his identity, it was a bit dangerous for him to stay any longer.
"But why did it become like this? Where is my cultivation?"
Fang Changyu looked at his hands in the darkness, and the moonlight outside the window only allowed him to see a vague outline.
He suddenly remembered a more important question.
"I seem to have forgotten something?"
…
When he woke up the next day, Fang Chang got up and washed up as usual, as if nothing had happened.
There was a knock on the door outside the house, and it was Shitou who brought him breakfast.
"Master."
"Come in."
Fang Chang was sitting on a cold stone bench in the courtyard, with a steaming breakfast in front of him - a bowl of white porridge, three big soft white steamed buns, and a plate of pickles.
He tasted Shitou Niang's craftsmanship, his expression as calm as ever.
Shi Shi went to the kitchen to boil water first.
Then he started to eat steamed buns with his master. Just as he was nibbling, Shitou suddenly said:
"Master."
"Um?"
"Grandpa Zhen and the village chief came to see my mother last night. I even heard them talking about my father."
"Um."
"I also heard my mother crying. Master, wasn't my father dead long ago?"
"Don't worry about adults, children. Have you eaten enough?"
"I'm full."
"Then start practicing martial arts."
"good."
Shitou got into a good posture and began to practice the Eagle Claw technique that Fang Chang had passed on to him meticulously, and of course the special breathing method.
He was already familiar with the road, and soon he felt heat rising from his body.
Fang Chang slowly drank porridge with pickles, but his expression didn't change much.
…
In the blink of an eye, another three years have passed.
Everything was calm.
Except Lin Zhen, the leader of the Qinglong Gang, seems to be missing his hometown.
I go to Xiama Village three times a year, and I always spend a month or two in Xiama Village, which makes Xiama Village, an already famous village, even more lively.
In an earthen house at the end of Xiama Village.
A boy who looks to be eleven or twelve years old is practicing a set of claw skills, like a condor fighting the sky, each move is full of sharpness and full of power.
When the last move came down, the boy's body was filled with heat, as if he had taken a bath, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.
"Master."
The young man is the little stone he once was.
Thanks to the miraculous power of this mutated eagle claw technique and adequate daily dietary supplements, at the age of eight, he is already about 1.3 meters tall, and his physique is surprisingly good. He has never been sick throughout the year.
In front of Xiao Shitou was a young man in white clothes who was in a daze.
The young man has a delicate face and looks to be in his twenties, with only a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
This young man is naturally Fang Chang.
"Huh? Stone, what's the matter?"
Fang Chang woke up from his daze and asked in confusion.
Xiao Shitou said helplessly: "Master, I have been practicing the Eagle Claw Kung Fu for several years, don't you have any other techniques to teach me?
Those brothers and sisters who follow the real grandpa will work hard."
Fang Chang shook his head and said: "No, as long as you practice this skill well and practice it for ten years, you will naturally become a first-class master."
"oh."
There was a hint of disapproval in Xiao Shitou's eyes.
Now he is no longer the three-year-old child he was back then.
He is already eight years old!
Especially after coming into contact with those young talents from the Qinglong Gang, he realized that what he was practicing was just the most common Eagle Claw Kung Fu in the world.
It just has a set of special breathing methods than the ordinary Eagle Claw Kung Fu, which has the effect of strengthening the body and promoting development.
He is very grateful to his master.
If it weren't for his master, he wouldn't be where he is now, so even though the real grandfather wanted him to join the Qinglong Gang several times, he refused.
It's just that his master never taught him new kung fu. With just this set of eagle claw skills, he was no match for the teenagers from the Qinglong Gang.
Every time he thought about the ridicule of those teenagers, he became very angry.
Don't think that children are not competitive.
On the contrary, because they are children, an ordinary trivial matter in the eyes of adults, they value it more, and it is bigger than the sky.
Boom!
There was a knock on the door outside the house.
Xiao Shitou ran to open the door, and when he saw the visitor, he showed a very happy smile on his face.
"Real grandpa!"
"Little Shitou is practicing with your master again. You are so diligent."
Lin Zhen has a few strands of white hair on his temples. As he turns ninety, he begins to lose control of his energy, and even his white hair has grown a lot in just two years.
Seeing the little stone, Lin Zhen smiled and encouraged him a few words.
Hearing Lin Zhen's compliment, Xiao Shitou showed a hint of an embarrassed smile.
"I'm not very diligent, I just practice normally every day."
Compared to the young and unknown master, Grandpa Zhen, the famous leader of the Qinglong Gang, is the great master in the eyes of these children.
Especially when communicating with the young disciples of the Qinglong Gang, they always brag about how powerful the real grandpa was back then and how many achievements their own master had.
But his introduction to Master was just a dry one that was so powerful that it made people boo and blush every time.
"Grandpa Zhen has something to discuss with your master. You go out to play for a while. Xiaoyu is coming with me this time." Lin Zhen said with a smile.
Xiao Yu is his great-granddaughter. She is well-behaved and smart. She is always doted on by him. She is also the little princess in the hearts of a group of children, and Xiao Shitou is no exception.
Xiao Shitou was indeed even happier. He hurried out without even saying hello to his master.
When there was no third person in the hospital.
"Immortal Master!"
Lin Zhen stood in front of Fang Chang with great respect, and then knelt down to the bottom.
"Please, Master Immortal, for the sake of the sincerity of the believers, please grant it to the believers once. No matter what the Immortal Master wants, believers will definitely find it for the Immortal Master."
Fang Chang shook his head and said: "I have given you the method of cultivation, but you can't do it yourself."
All Lin Zhen wants is to practice the path of immortality.
So he tried every possible means to please Fang Chang and the people around him.
Even Stone and Stone Girl have been corroded in every possible way, otherwise the simple-minded Little Stone would not have been infected with his aggressive and fierce habits.
Fang Chang saw it in his eyes and had many warnings.
Every time, Xiao Shitou would verbally agree, but then he would hang out with the juniors from the Qinglong Gang again.
Compared to the colorful world of the Qinglong Gang, life here with Master seemed increasingly boring. He yearned for the prosperity and glory of the big city.
Fang Chang gave Lin Zhen a simple cultivation method because he also wanted to see if Lin Zhen could develop magic power.
As time went by, he forgot more and more things.
Although the memory of the past was still there, it gave him an extremely unreal feeling.
Lin Zhen said with a painful look on his face: "The practice method is too advanced, and the believers study hard and dedicatedly, but they waste their energy and blood in vain. Now the believers no longer want to practice like immortal masters and achieve Taoism.
I just ask the immortal master to give me a way to extend my life, so that believers can live a few more years."
Lin Zhen suspected that Fang Chang gave him a fake practice method, but he had no evidence and did not dare to question it.
At this moment he just wants to live a few more years.
He could feel that his deadline was getting closer day by day. Every day when he woke up from bed, the white hair on his head made him more and more frightened.
He wants to live!
He has not enjoyed enough of the great power of the Qinglong Gang, so how can he be willing to let it go?
Fang Chang shook his head and said: "If you can't practice, you can't extend your life, and there's nothing I can do about it."
As he spoke, he unconsciously touched the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
If there was a way, he wouldn't have aged so quickly, as if ten or twenty years had passed by in a matter of seconds.
But how could Lin really believe it?
He asked with the hope of contingency: "Master Immortal, is there no other way?"
"No."
"I see."
Lin Zhen stood up and resigned dejectedly.
But when he closed the courtyard door, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
Since the immortal master wouldn't give it to him, he had no choice but to come and get it himself.
After several years of observation, he had already discovered that something was wrong with Fang Chang's condition.
According to his speculation, it was most likely that Fang Chang was seriously injured in a battle with his colleagues outside, so he had to take refuge in this spiritually barren place.
As a person who once had a chance encounter with an immortal, and still had a piece of jade chip to worship the immortal sect in his hand, Lin Zhen did not know anything about cultivators.
He knew that the reason why there were no cultivators in places like Jingguo was because it was not suitable for cultivators to practice.
So why did Fang Chang come back? There was naturally a compelling reason.
But these are just speculations. He cannot put himself in danger for nothing and needs to be tested.
…
Since that day's visit, Lin Zhen hasn't been here for a long time.
Xiao Shitou hasn't communicated with the juniors of the Qinglong Gang for a long time, but his already impetuous heart can't calm down.
Half a year later.
Xiao Shitou learned from the village chief that as the war disaster intensified recently, the Jingguo imperial power was unable to leave the capital, the place was in chaos, many people were revolting, and there were even gangsters who were causing trouble everywhere.
Recently, a group of thieves nicknamed the Five Wolves of Tongkuo caused trouble in a nearby county. Two of them were killed by masters of the Qinglong Gang. Three more wolves escaped. The villagers were asked to be careful.
Xiao Shitou told the master the news, and Fang Chang just nodded to express his understanding.
Midnight.
Fang Chang was sleeping soundly when there was movement in the courtyard.
"Third brother, don't wait any longer. Just kill someone, take the food and leave."
"Don't worry, second brother. I've already taken a look. This is the most remote house in the village. As long as you don't make too much noise, others won't notice."
"No, why are the Qinglong Gang working with us? Why are they helping the government's hawks and dogs to attack us?"
"I heard that this is the hometown of the leader of the Azure Dragon. Why don't we, second brother, make a vote and let the Azure Dragon Gang know how powerful our five wolves are."
"Killing all the masters who provoked the leader of the Qinglong Gang is seeking death, but killing two to vent your anger is not a bad idea and a warning is not enough."
The footsteps in the courtyard are getting closer and closer.
Fang Chang had already opened his eyes, and suddenly raised his hand to block it, a cold light fell down, and he caught it with his palm.
The fine hundred-smelted steel knife was as fragile as a piece of paper in his palm, and was twisted into twists.
"The idea is tough, Third Brother, Fifth Brother, let's go!"
The door of the house opened, and several figures swished away.
Fang Chang got up and chased after him, but only one of them was left behind.
"Second brother, third brother, you go away, I will cut off the queen!"
Lao Wu used a steel knife to prevent water from splashing in, blocking Fang Chang's path.
Although Fang Chang didn't spend much effort in dealing with this person, he was delayed by two moves and could only watch the other two people escape.
"It's too much of a coincidence."
A trace of doubt flashed in Fang Chang's heart.
…
The remaining two wolves ran for dozens of miles in one breath, and they dared not stop to rest until they were far away from Xiama Village.
"Xiama Village is worthy of being the hometown of Qinglong Longshou. We can find such a master in any house we look for. Poor old five has to wait for me to die. I'm afraid I won't be able to save my life."
The second child looked frustrated.
The third child suddenly apologized: "Second brother, I'm sorry."
"Lao San, what do you mean?"
The second child's heart skipped a beat.
"I'm an undercover agent."
The third child silently took a few steps back, and a figure covered in black robe appeared from behind the third child.
"You, damn you, don't forget that it was my eldest brother who rescued you from the hands of the government."
"That's false."
"Eldest brother's sister also married you."
"I'm sorry, brother, but I can't help it."
"I kill you!"
The weapon in the old man's hand had been broken into pieces, and at this moment, a pair of fleshy palms suddenly attacked.
But before he could get closer, there was a flash of blood on the ground, and the second child fell to the ground suddenly, turning into a mummy.
The third child's eyes flashed with horror, but he didn't dare to look any further and knelt on one knee behind the man in black robe.
"You were able to escape, what happened?"
The third child didn't dare to hide anything and told what happened tonight without saying a single word.
"...Sir, that's all."
"It seems that he is really dying, and he can't even keep you here."
The man in black robe waved his hand gently.
The bloody shadow just now emerged from the shadow of the third child, wrapping it up and revealing another mummy.
"Go with peace of mind, your family will be taken care of."
Under the moonlight, the man in black robe raised his head, and it was a face that looked slightly older - Lin Zhen.
