Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 86;
The boy was riding on a horse with a sincere smile and clear eyes.

But Fang Tian's painted halberd that was one foot long and two feet long in his hand, and the alien BMW that was as big as a tea shed under his crotch, did not look like a kind person.

"It's you again!" The burly man with his face full of flesh grinded his back molars with tears in his eyes.

The old man with a sloppy beard was also very angry, and replied: "The shop doesn't welcome people who don't pay for tea. If you want tea, you can pay the bill first."

Fang Ping jumped off the horse, raised the halberd shaft, and with a bang, the tail of the halberd shaft sank into the hard ground like a pestle.

The two people in the tea shed gasped, how much strength would it take to penetrate so deep?
"Mother, come down and rest for a while, drink some tea, and relieve your fatigue." Fang Ping ignored the two people who were dumbfounded in the tea shed, walked to the carriage as a filial son, and helped his mother get out of the carriage.

"I want to drink tea too." Fang Ying shouted.

At first, she liked riding in a carriage, which was bumpy, but after a few days of bumping, her back hurt and her butt hurt.

The old man, who watched his family of three sitting at the wooden table, served a pot of tea under Fang Ping's urging. Although he knew it well, he still asked unwillingly, "Will you pay me this time?"

Fang Ping glanced at the old man: "What kind of money does the black shop give!"

Familiar words, familiar tone.

Hearing this, the man wished he could take out the hatchet under the stove and make Fang Ping into big meat buns.

Fang Ping got up, walked to the stove on his own, opened the drawer, and there was steam, steamed sweet potatoes, yams, steamed buns, meat buns, pumpkins, blended into a rich aroma, and the big bag of sweat medicine next to it, Extra eye-catching.

"Knowing that I'm here, you've prepared so many things, you're really too polite." Fang Ping returned to the table with the cage folded as high as a person in his arms.

"Meat buns!" Fang Ying licked her lips, she had eaten dry food for the past few days.

"Don't worry." Fang Ping pointed to the man with red eyes, "Come and taste what this stuffing is made of."

"I... am not hungry." The man shook his head.

His reaction showed that the bun stuffing was abnormal.

Fang Ping didn't bother to think about it: "Eat a pumpkin."

"I'll eat." The old man stepped forward and ate not only a steamed pumpkin, but also a steamed sweet potato and steamed yam.

"Okay, back off."

Fang Ping grabbed a steamed sweet potato and handed it to Fang Ying. When it was his turn, the fist-sized buns, without chewing, slipped down the throat and into the stomach one by one. The peeled sweet potatoes , yam, also one bite at a time.

Suddenly, the sound of horseshoes came from far and near.

A dozen burly men arrived in front of the tea shed in a gust of wind.

The leading man among them was shocked when he saw Fang Tian's painted halberd standing in front of the tea shed. The black halberd was one foot long and had a cold metallic color flowing through it. Sharp as a rainbow, such a heavy halberd made of metal as a whole weighs at least a thousand catties. Who can control such a huge weapon?
"The third master!"

The old man in the tea shed jumped out overjoyed.

Finally, a person who can uphold justice came. The third master he said was the third master of Panshe Village, the largest mountain in the vicinity. He practiced horizontal martial arts, invulnerable to swords and guns, and his cultivation was as high as the eighth rank.

"Old man, I asked you to set up a stall here, but I didn't really ask you to open the door to do business. What's the matter with this weapon?" The third head of Panshe Village kicked the old man away in disgust.

"Third master, calm down, this weapon belongs to that kid. He didn't give money for drinking tea before, and today he came to eat and drink for nothing. He didn't care about our Pan Snake Village. Third master, you want to make the decision for us! " The old man said with deep hatred, and looked proudly at the young man who didn't know that he was about to face a catastrophe.

"Which boy does the weapon belong to?" The third head of Panshe Village sized up the young man with his back turned to him heavily, and saw that strong body like a diamond forged, which was more terrifying than himself.

When he stretched out his hand, the third master of Panshe Village grabbed the black halberd shaft inserted in the ground, and exerted strength on his arm, but with his eighth-rank martial arts strength, he couldn't pull it out.

It cannot be pulled out even with two hands.

"The idea is tricky!"

"Could it be the martial arts master of the yamen?"

The third master of Panshe Village realized something was wrong and turned around to leave.

"The third master, don't leave, come down and have a cup of tea before leaving." The old man tugged at the rein.

"You're looking for death, old man." The third master of Panshe Village raised his long knife, and the old man fell into a pool of blood.

Fang Ying's body trembled, but she didn't see anything. Fang Ping had already blocked her small face with a big hand.

"Disappointing." Fang Ping showed no sympathy for the old man's death, and said, "Since you're here, come in and have a seat."

The third head of Panshe Village thought hesitantly for a moment, gave up the idea of ​​leaving, and obediently walked into the tea shed.

Li Rou stood up, picked up her daughter, grabbed a drawer of steamed yams, and trotted back to the car.

"Who is the official?" The third master of Panshe Village cupped his hands and asked tentatively.

"Do you regard Fang as the court's eagle dog?" Fang Ping sneered.

The third head of the Pan Snake Village still did not dare to relax his vigilance, "It was someone who was rude and disturbed the little brother's meal, and apologized here. I don't know the little brother's name?"

The third master of Panshe Village has a very low attitude.

Fang Ping stared at the third head of Pan Snake Village, who was only a mere eighth-rank, and was no match for him with a single finger, "This tea shed is a hidden stake that your Pan Snake Village planted in this wasteland. Tell me, the sun is so big!" , why did you come here yourself?"

If it's a trivial matter, it's enough to send a few minions. If the third head of Panshe Village comes in person, it's like the master of Futai condescending to the Mouse Lane in Shanyang County to observe the people's sentiments.

"This one……"

"Speak if you can, don't if you can't." Fang Ping walked to the eaves of the tea shed and pulled out the black halberd stuck in the ground with one hand.

"I can say it!" The third head of Panshe Village corrected his attitude in an instant, with the appearance of knowing everything and talking endlessly, "A strange thing happened not long ago. There was a mysterious figure who killed bandits and bandits everywhere. The person who killed him died in a terrible way, and his heart was also dug out."

"It is said that the man is dressed in red, and his appearance is so beautiful that it is difficult to distinguish between male and female. It is impossible for the government to take care of this kind of thing. The government wishes that all the bandits and bandits in the territory will be killed. I came today to ask this question. The two of them ate the food inside and out, has anyone appeared suspicious recently."

The man who stood not far away had innocent eyes. When did he lose his temper?It was clear that Fang Ping didn't pay for tea.

"A red dress... male and female are hard to tell."

Fang Ping remembered that there was a notice posted in Shanyang County not long ago, saying that a mysterious person killed countless bandits in Shanyang County, and the corpses at the scene also lost their hearts.

"Have they all been killed here?"

Fang Ping looked at the man, "Tell me, has anyone suspicious appeared recently?"

"No." The man shook his head.

"This matter is a bit weird." Fang Ping got up and left on the exotic BMW.

"Dog thing, tell me, is it because you are eating inside and out, colluding with that kid, and want to murder the head of the family!"

Fang Ping left, and the third master of Panshe Village jumped into a rage and grabbed the man by the neck.

The man couldn't breathe, his eyes were bloodshot and he wanted to explain, when he suddenly saw something that frightened him, he raised his arm tremblingly, and pointed to the rear of the third head of Panshe Village.

"That scent..." The third head of Panshe Village smelled a weird and bizarre scent, just like the strange scent exuded by countless beautiful flowers and herbs after being ground into powder, it is intoxicating and fascinated.

But after taking a few deep breaths, I found that there was a rancid smell that penetrated the heart and lungs hidden in this fragrance, which was the smell of a rotting corpse.

Turning his head, the body of the third head of Panshe Village became cold, and a white and tender palm pulled out a heart that was still beating and hot from his chest.

The young man in red, who was all over the body, swallowed his heart without chewing, sat at the table, and looked at the direction Fang Ping was going.

(End of this chapter)