Yan Bing listened silently and gained new insights into the whole story.
Feeling the emotional changes of the rough man next to him, Yan Bing felt empathy at this time...
She felt sorry for those senior sisters and brothers she had never met.
I also resented that traitor and wished I could tear her apart right now.
But she didn't know how to persuade her senior brother... She opened her mouth and closed it again.
All that is left is the sound of howling wind...
When they arrived at the door of Mingde Building, senior brother slowly placed Yan Bing at the door.
Then he put a hand on Yan Bing's shoulder and said earnestly: "Our Feixia Sect's accumulation of more than two thousand years has been dissipated in one day, leaving only the bones and blood of our sect scattered all over the place. I only hope to catch him."
The world's talents are ready to face this next bet.
And you are our hope...
Your talent far exceeds mine, and even surpasses that of my third junior brother... These days, senior brother observes your words and deeds... Your talent, character, and diligence are all of the highest quality... As for your understanding, I will try it tomorrow.
As you can see, Senior Brother has confidence in you. I only hope that you can understand Master and the difficulties faced by the Senior Brothers, and try your best, so that together we can regain our honor! At that time, we will not say thank you anymore, even if we allow Senior Brothers to see each other every day
When you kowtow, I can call you senior sister!"
Feng Chen is an outspoken person. He says whatever comes to his mind without too many twists and turns. After he finishes speaking, Yan Bing is under a lot of pressure...
Yan Bing made some preparations and was about to express his stance.
But the senior brother turned her around, pushed her back and said, "Go! Get some rest early! You have to get up early tomorrow."
Yan Bing turned to look at the rough middle-aged man's resolute face, smiled, and said, "Senior brother, you should also go to bed early. See you in the bookstore tomorrow!"
"Yes!" The senior brother responded, jumped into the air and disappeared into the night.
Yan Bing shrugged, turned around and saw that the door of the inn was already closed, so he had no choice but to step forward and smash the door.
After a while, someone opened the door and it was Zhao Er.
Zhao Er had completely sobered up from the wine at this time. When he saw it was Yan Bing, he smiled happily.
But it is no longer the "business" smile before, but a simple smile like seeing an old friend, a little less scrupulous, a little more natural and candid.
Zhao Er said with a smile: "I knew you might come back in the evening, and I happened to be not on duty that night, so the shopkeeper arranged for me to wait in the lobby. Seeing that you were safe and sound, I felt relieved."
Yan Bing chuckled and said to Zhao Er, "Thank you for your hard work, brother, today..."
Zhao Er hurriedly stopped Jian Bing and said, "You don't have to say anything! We who have opened stores all year round all know that some things in the world can be talked about and some cannot be talked about! I waited today and saw nothing."
When Yan Bing heard this, he smiled knowingly, complained a few times about the trouble, and hurried upstairs.
After experiencing so much today, Yan Bing was already exhausted physically and mentally. When he returned to the room, he arranged the bed in the "7" position and fell asleep.
But how did she know that the senior brother who had escaped into the night did not go back at all, but squatted on the roof to keep vigil for her.
It was not easy to find such a precious baby. The three of them had discussed it long ago. Each of them would be responsible for one duty and guard her day and night. However, she had no idea that she had already fallen asleep...
The next day, the cock crows.
In ancient times, unlike modern times, almost every household raised some chickens and ducks. When a rooster crows, all the roosters in the city start to make noises one after another.
Yan Bing, who returned to the inn in the middle of the night, couldn't bear to be disturbed. He was woken up by the sound of snoring. He could only struggle to get up, beat the bed twice unwillingly, and slowly left the bed.
She came to sit in front of the bronze mirror, looked at her sleepy face, imitated the technique Caiyi taught her, and began to twist her head.
"Sure enough, there are bloodshot eyes."
Yan Bing said as he finished tying his head and pressed his face against the mirror.
I cursed again in my heart: "These stupid chickens!"
After washing up, Yan Bing thought of her first day of martial arts practice today, and her excitement and curiosity prompted her to speed downstairs.
After saying hello to Zhao Er and the shopkeeper, he went out with Qingxuan Sword in his arms.
But as soon as he arrived at the inn, he bumped into a thick figure.
"Who is it!? Running to the door and standing in the way!?" Yan Bing said, rubbing his sore nose.
"I! Senior brother is here to pick you up!" a middle-aged voice responded.
Yan Bing took a closer look and found that it was indeed his senior brother!
Just as I was about to say hello, I suddenly felt the collar on the back of my neck tighten, and when I opened my eyes again, I was already flying again...
"Your legs and feet are slow! By the time you walk over, the day lilies will be cold!" Senior Brother explained while flying.
Yan Bing held his arms in front of his chest and was carried flying in this posture, completely in no mood to respond...
In the span of a pack of cigarettes, the senior brother landed smoothly and entered the backyard of the bookstore directly.
The master and the fifteenth senior brother were already waiting for her in the yard.
After putting Yan Bing down, the eldest brother said goodbye to his master and went into a room to sleep.
After a while, the sound of snoring came from inside.
This made Yan Bing confused.
The old man didn't seem to care at all. He walked up to Yan Bing and said, "Master, I will test your physical ability today so that I can find a suitable method for you and induce you to get started."
After speaking, he nodded to Lu Liang.
Lu Liang turned around, carried two small stone locks three to four centimeters long, and placed them in front of Yan Bing.
The old man continued: "Come on, lift it up, let me see how long you can lift it."
Yan Bing looked down at the "Xiuzhen" stone lock and was speechless for a while.
Xin said that he is now born with supernatural powers, and if he uses such a small thing to train himself, who are he looking down on?
Thinking of this, the person who started to hold the cup raised two fingers, one on each hand, and used two fingers to pick up the two stone locks.
When the old man saw this posture, he was short-tempered! Not bad!
Quickly wave.
Lu Liang carried two more larger stone locks and placed them on the ground.
Yan Bing still had a disapproving expression on his face, stretched out four fingers, and picked them up one on the left and one on the right.
The old man nodded happily.
"Yeah! Born with a strong bone! Okay! Lu Liang! Change it again! Just change it to a bigger one this time!"
Lu Liang was stunned for a moment, then turned around, lifted two large stone locks, each about thirty centimeters long and wide, and walked over step by step. It was obvious that Lu Liang was struggling to lift them.
As soon as I put it on the ground, bang! The soil flew up.
The old man said proudly: "These two stone locks weigh eighty kilograms each! Come on! Try it!"
This time Yan Bing didn't look down on it, after all, the weight was there.
Try the right hand first..., huh? It's a bit heavy, but not too heavy, right?
Then he looked up at Lu Liang with a suspicious look on his face.
Lu Liang thought she couldn't lift it, but a trace of pride immediately appeared on his face, and he looked at her with a smile.
As a result, the next second, others became stupid.
Seeing that Yan Bing didn't hesitate anymore, he raised one cup in each hand again. Lifting it up was not enough. He even started to fill the cups again, threw one into the sky, caught it again, and threw the other one into the sky again, and caught it again.
Just throwing two eighty-pound stone locks around...
Lu Liang sat down on the ground.
This is not a little girl..., this is a monster...
But this scene didn't seem to be too unexpected for the old man.
The old man smiled and pointed to the two largest stone locks in the corner and said: "Try those two, each one weighs 120 kilograms."
Yan Bing caught the stone lock that had just been thrown into the sky, turned to look in the direction the old man was pointing, and saw two stone locks that were only slightly larger than the ones in his hands now, and shook his head slightly disappointed.
Then he looked around and saw a large millstone next to the donkey shed in the yard. He walked over with interest and circled around it.
This stone millstone is about half a foot wide and about forty to fifty centimeters thick.
It looks like a generous portion.
She stretched out her hand to grab..., but she tried several times and failed.
Half a foot wide, converted to a width of nearly 1.7 meters now.
So it's not that she can't lift, but that her arms are too short now... and she can't reach both sides, and there's no point of strength...
The old man seemed to understand. He raised his hand and drank: "Broken rock! Like water!"
With a flash of yellow, a basket of two long swords flew out of another room and began to spin around the old man...
"Go!" the old man ordered, pointing at the grindstone.
Two swords were placed close to the central axis on the side of the millstone, one to the left and one to the right. They clanged twice and were inserted straight into the millstone until they reached the guard. Only two hilts were left outside, just for the millstone.
It is inserted into the shape of a "double stick" popsicle.
Yan Bing smiled brightly and gave his master a thumbs up. He then held the yellow sword in his left hand and the blue sword in his right hand. He suddenly lifted it up and completely removed the stone mill from the grinding shaft in the center.
He lifted it over his head in one go.
Lu Liang was dumbfounded, with mucus dripping down his nostrils...
The old man was dancing happily, forgetting everything, clapping his hands and cheering: "My disciple is born with supernatural power! Good! Good! Good!! Hahahaha God bless me Feixiamen! I have this divine son!!!"
Yan Bing was actually close to the limit in lifting this millstone, but being praised by his master made him feel embarrassed, and he thought to himself, "Then I will work harder and show off my skills."
So I held up the millstone as a cattail leaf fan and started fanning...
lay flat…, lift…, lay flat…, lift….
The roaring hurricane rolled out by the millstone made Lu Liang, who was sitting on the ground, physically and mentally confused.
Only the old man is still clapping his hands and applauding!!
A master and a disciple, both of them were enjoying themselves when they heard two clicks!
The two swords in his hands were unable to bear the weight, and the sword blades suddenly broke, and the millstone rolled to the ground, creating a big crater.
At this moment, Yan Bing only had two empty sword hilts in his hand...
The old man, who was in high spirits just now, had his eyes widened and mucus dripping down his nostrils...
After five or six seconds, the old man knelt on the ground with a groan and shouted heartbreakingly: "My broken rock!!! My like water!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhh!!!!!!”
Yan Bing still held up the two empty sword hilts... silently shedding two lines of tears...
