The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 51
Fang Datong, known as the palm of the mountain, is extremely skillful with his hands. He once killed a leopard and captured a bandit. Although he is far from being famous in the world, he has a certain reputation in a certain small circle.

However, if you often walk by the river, how can you not get your shoes wet?His martial arts are not very high, he only penetrates the two disciplines, he is naturally a master in the eyes of ordinary people, but he becomes a low hand in front of the masters, and finally fell under the palm of another famous master, and almost died.

Fortunately, Li Zhizhi stepped forward and rescued him as an official, and he reciprocated. A master of internal skills, he willingly committed himself to be a housekeeper in Li Zhizhi's house, and he did it for several years.

Under the moonlight, Fang Datong's burly and muscular body was reflected in the silver light, his facial features were straight, his short beard an inch below his jaw showed a bit of bravery, and his palms were extraordinarily thick with thick calluses.

Beside Fang Datong, there were four or five county yamen servants, who were sent by Wang Ying to closely monitor An Qinglong, to ensure that the yamen would be informed of any disturbances.

"Fang Bo, we monitor day and night to ensure that An Qinglong is at home and has never left the house. However, there are at least [-] or [-] strong men in his house. It is very difficult to arrest them. It is better to wait for the county officials to send people. support."

"That's right. An Qinglong's Knife Club has existed in the county for a long time. It might recruit some masters. It's better to be careful, Fang Bo, just wait a little longer."

Since Fang Datong joined Li Zhizhi, he has rarely shown his martial arts. In the eyes of outsiders, he is the old butler of the county magistrate Li Zhizhi. He looks majestic and mighty, but he is actually an old seedling with no great skills. I don't blame these yamen servants. Don't worry about him.

"It's not necessary, you stay here, if someone wants to escape, just take him down."

Fang Datong naturally heard the distrust of these yamen servants, but he was not angry at all. He had already gone through that kind of exuberant blood and was eager to prove his age, just speak with facts.

After finishing speaking, Fang Datong took advantage of the night to sneak to the west corner of An's mansion, listened carefully, and realized that there was no one, he stepped on his feet, and his burly body flew into the air like a kite.

When it was two meters high, the momentum slowed down, and it was about to fall. I saw my suspended right foot pointing to the middle of the courtyard wall, making a slight popping sound, and then climbed up for more than one meter, and directly passed the one-foot-high The courtyard wall, into the Anjia mansion.

This action is chic and beautiful, but in the blink of an eye, several yamen servants not far away were stunned, and some even rubbed their eyes vigorously, for fear of hallucinations, with an unbelievable expression on their faces.

"I didn't expect Uncle Fang to be a real person and not show his face. He must have heard what we said just now. I don't know if he will be angry."

"Bah, you coward, with such a master by your side, you don't want to learn from a teacher, but you are afraid of offending others, why don't you die?
I decided that when I go back, I must be soft and hard, and become Fang Bo's disciple. When I have achieved martial arts, I will directly resign from this job as a yamen servant and go to the rivers and lakes. Maybe I can become a gang leader or something. "

"That's right, I'm also planning to learn art from a teacher. In order to marry my wife, I saved ten taels of silver. I don't know if Fang Bo will appreciate it as an apprenticeship ceremony."

When these people were watching the An family mansion, they were all overwhelmed by Fang Datong's display of lightness kung fu, and their small thoughts were alive, thinking about how to learn from a teacher. In this world, if you have skills, are you afraid that your life will not be nourishing?
Fang Datong didn't know the careful thinking of these people, otherwise he could only shake his head silently. These are ordinary people, and their fundamental aptitude and understanding are ordinary people among ordinary people. only.

If there is a piece of raw jade in the county government, that is Xiang Yang. Unfortunately, his father was suspected by Li Zhizhi, otherwise, as his heir, it would be impossible to carry forward, and it would not be a problem to pass on what he had learned.

Entering the Anjia mansion, with the help of the big trees planted by the wall to hide his traces, he saw that there was no one in the entire front yard, and there was a trace of doubt on his face, eh, where is the person?

An's house is very large, and the size of the front yard is not much different from that of the county government hall. There are some swords and weapons scattered on the left and right, and they are thrown on the ground, lifeless.

As the breeze blew, Fang Datong's nose twitched, and his face changed suddenly. It smelled like blood. What's going on?

Guessing in my heart, the movement of my feet was not slow, and it sprang out like a cheetah, and ran directly to the main hall of the front yard. In the dark night, with the moonlight, I saw three or five people lying in the hall.

Fang Datong stepped forward quickly, leaned over and checked the bones, only then did he realize that the hands and feet of these people were broken by great force, the throat bones were crushed to death, and blood was still gurgling from the corners of their mouths.

"No, someone wants to kill someone to silence them."

This thought flashed across Fang Datong's mind, he stood up abruptly, and was about to walk to the backyard, but just as he got up, a violent gust of wind came from the right side of his body, biting directly at his throat like a tiger pouncing on its food.

Suddenly there was a big change, Fang Datong did not panic, his feet shrank, his body had already retreated half a meter, his hands hanging down his waist formed palms, and he struck out in a direction in the darkness. in.

Crackling, the sneak attacker's fists intersected with Fang Datong's palms, unable to do so, a mouthful of fishy sweetness spewed out, and flew back backwards.

After falling down, he stepped directly on a wooden table. With a heartbeat, he smashed the wooden table under his feet, stretched out his feet and swung it, and the broken sticks and planks flew towards Fang Datong, while he quietly retreated to the backyard. recede.

Fang Datong snorted coldly, without dodging or dodging, his palms struck out like a big axe, and the shadows of his palms flew, knocking down more than a dozen flying sticks and planks. After sensing carefully, his face was not very good-looking, and he ran towards the backyard in the dark.

As soon as he walked in, a mysterious man covered in black in the distance had already stepped on a big tree and flew towards the outer wall, disappearing without a trace. Seeing this scene, Fang Datong's face darkened, and he could only helplessly shake his head.

Compared to the darkness in the front yard and the lobby, where only the silver light of the moon shines, the back yard is much brighter and brightly lit, but it is also much more tragic.

In sight, there are all the corpses of the members of the Small Knife Society, one by one, their throats have been crushed, their eyes are full of fear and disbelief, blood is gurgling from their mouths, making people sick.

"Fuhu Fist, there is still that kind of realm, as the master said, this brat Qian Fu has really gone astray.

It's a shame that Mr. Qian gave birth to such an unfilial son. "

Although it was only a brief fight just now, Fang Datong has already seen that the opponent is using the famous crouching tiger boxing in Anyuan County.

This martial art has the highest level of cultivation in Anyuan. It is Qian Changming, the old hero Qian, followed by his only son Qian Fu. Qian Changming is old and bedridden with a long illness. Besides Qian Fu, is there anyone else who opened the palm of the mountain?
While thinking, Fang Datong walked into the largest room, and saw An Qinglong, known as one of the three giants who used to call the wind and rain in Anyuan County, half lying on a grand master's chair, his neck was twisted, his chest was shattered, and he was dead. Could not be more thorough.

"It's still a step too late, I don't know how the master will deal with it."

(End of this chapter)