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"Can you tell me where you are staying? Today, the two have great kindness to the young man. Although they are vulgar, Xiaohui and Xiaohu are still very skillful. They must let them pay their respects every day and drive them under their seats to comfort me with gratitude..."

The old boxer Yang's eyes were bright and he looked like he couldn't wait to sell his granddaughter.

"Well! This old guy is a mature man, he wants to get involved with us..."

Fang Mingsifu felt that the other party was looking at him more eagerly, and obviously he had deeper hopes, so he couldn't help but laugh.

In terms of fame, he naturally missed Zhang Qingsong much, but Old Man Yang was extremely realistic. Naturally, he knew that there was little hope of getting along with Zhang Shaoxia, so he was more confident if he was holding his thick thigh.

"Well! Are you called Wang Xiaohu?"

Fang Ming walked to the stubborn boy and touched his forehead.

"Yes!" Wang Xiaohu touched his head and smiled very honestly.

"Good name! This name is good!" Fang Ming smiled with his palm, but he didn't know if this Wang Xiaohu had the opportunity to be the one in the fairy sword.

"I happen to be missing a choreographer by my side. You can go to the Red Star Martial Arts Hall in three days to find me. I can teach you a few kung fu..."

Fang Ming pondered for a moment and said slowly.

"Hurry! I won't thank the master yet!" Old Man Yang was overjoyed and pressed Wang Xiaohu to kneel down again.

"No need for this, I have not yet thought of accepting disciples!"

Fang Ming shook his hand, and naturally he would not have thought of accepting disciples just because his name was OK. Although Wang Xiaohu was so frugal, he was still far behind Xiao Murong and even other senior brothers and sisters.

"As for Xiaohui?"

Fang Ming looked at the girl next to him who was nervously holding the corner of his clothes. The name gave him a little destiny: "If you have time, you might as well come with me!"

"Of course! Of course!"

Old Master Yang smiled so hard that he couldn't stop seeing Fang Ming's martial arts skills? Just a few moves are enough to enjoy these two little kids for the rest of their lives. It's really a free opportunity to win.

"Haha... I want to congratulate the Young Hero of Dongfang for getting the martial arts school and winning the talent!"

Zhang Qingsong also came over at this time. Although he was kind in his words, he became much more distracted.

"Haha... I'm doing it casually. I really lack a foothold now, which makes you laugh!"

Fang Ming, who knew that the other party had seen through his thoughts, seemed to be breeze and bright moon without any concern.

This free and easy and calm attitude made Zhang Qingsong look up to him: "Let's leave today. If the young hero of the Oriental is interested in the future, he might as well come to Gusong Villa to find me!"

After saying that, his body was flying into the sky, flying into the sky, floating away like an ancient crane.

"Oh... Young Master Zhang is so lofty and quiet, I am so envious..."

Fang Ming shook his head and looked back at the old boxer Yang behind him: "I am not talented, but I will gain a foothold in the Yanghe County Martial Arts Hall in the future. Many of them want to ask the master for advice..."

"Of course, I must know everything!"

Old Boxer Yang was stunned, and then immediately pulled Fang Ming's arm into the house. If it weren't for the injury, he would have to pull Fang Ming up and drink it for 300 rounds.

...

Three days later, the original Red Star Martial Arts Hall location had already been removed, and the inside of the martial arts hall was full of messes and was empty. Obviously, Lei Laohu knew that he could not tolerate Yanghe City anymore and had long disappeared.

"Yeah! Not bad! Not bad!"

Fang Ming took the land deed and walked around the martial arts hall, and was extremely satisfied.

Although the location of this martial arts hall is not as good as that of the Tiger Martial Arts Hall, although the sparrow is small and has many facilities, it has many facilities such as the main hall, schoolyard, kitchen, and collection house, so he doesn't need to work harder.

At this time, Wang Xiaohu and Yang Hui were cleaning with brooms and other objects, and they were busy.

"A few days later, Senior Dongfang's martial arts hall will be opened, and there will definitely be many people coming!"

Yang Hui wiped the hot sweat from her cheeks, and Fang Ming smiled and said, Fang Ming and Old Wu Master Yang had a peer relationship. What are they not seniors in front of these two people? It just seemed that they were very old, which made Fang Ming feel a little depressed.

"Haha... Your brother Dongfang is satisfied that he can make a living here..."

Fang Ming shook his head. His life goal is not to open a martial arts school. As long as he holds up a signboard and allows the martial arts school to be barely operated, he will meet the requirements of the master.

"Okay, call Xiaohu, take a break together, and teach you something!"

Fang Ming waved his sleeves and came straight to the schoolyard that had been sorted out. Wang Xiaohu and Yang Hui followed with excitement.

The original martial arts school site was naturally extremely vast, with stone locks, wooden stakes and other objects that were used to slaughter muscles and bones, and to temper strength. The ground was slightly sunken, which was the trace left by years of practice.

"Most of what I learned came from the Shaolin lineage..."

Fang Ming stood up solemnly and introduced his origin to the two ignorant apprentices: "Of course, it's just a small sect, and it's reasonable that you haven't heard of it..."

"I haven't heard of it!" Wang Xiaohu nodded, then ate An Xiaohui's heavy pinch and screamed in pain.

"The place where seniors Dongfang learn art must be a big, big sect!" Yang Hui said angrily, looking quite angry.

"Haha...no need to be like this..."

The two have different personalities, so Fang Ming did not force it and continued, "So, I want to define the name of the martial arts hall as Shaolin, with Arhat Fist and Huhu Fist as the sect... Today I will teach you some Arhat Fist!"

"Arhat Fist? Is it the kung fu that Big Brother Dongfang defeated Lei Laohu that day? I want to learn it!"

Wang Xiaohu's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Yeah! Do it with me!"

Fang Ming put on the stage of "Arhat's Sutra" in the first style of Arhat Fist and began to teach it carefully.

This is not only an experiment on the possibility of becoming a teacher, but also his summary and review of his own martial arts. Fang Ming was originally a foundation of Buddhist martial arts. Now when he was teaching others, some unprecedented insights and experiences slowly emerged to continuously consolidate his own foundation.

"Xiaohu has a strong body and is a good seedling for practicing Arhat Fist. As for Xiaohui, you have a weak constitution, I will teach you a set of swordsmanship later..."

Although Fang Ming did not specifically collect any martial arts in the world of the Blood Sword, Cui Ximin originally had the Huashan Sword Technique in his memory. Later, he single-handedly picked the entire Huashan Sect. His understanding of Huashan Sword Technique is unparalleled in the world. He can choose a few tricks and teach the little girl more than enough.

"Okay!"

Xiaohui clapped her hands and said, "The sword moves lightly and sharply, which is more suitable for girls than sword techniques, stick techniques, etc.."

After another four or five days, after two free laborers, the original martial arts school gradually became more arrogant. In addition, the strong praise from Mr. Yang, the name of Shaolin martial arts school was also made out and was waiting for the opening.

On this day and night, Fang Ming was meditating and refining his qi to nourish his internal breath. After the Bodhicitta practiced forty-nine cycles, a stream of true energy flowed throughout his body. He realized that the spiritual platform was clear and bright. When his skills were improved, a stone broke through the air and flew into the windowsill.

"Here you come!"

Fang Ming's expression moved and he used his light skills to chase him out.

The two figures were one in front and one behind, and they had a very tacit understanding. They walked through the dark dark alley corners and arrived at the last location of Piaoxiangyuan.

Under the courtyard where the lights and wine are bright and the words of the orioles are endless, there is an underground palace with extremely complex and exquisite construction, which instantly makes Fang Ming know that he has arrived at one of the nests of the Divine Sword Sect.

"Zuo Ruyi pays homage to the young master!"

At this time, the figure in front of Fang Ming turned around and bowed with a graceful figure and charming style. It was the previous guardian of the Confession.

"Well! I'll come as promised, are your preparations ready?"

Fang Ming was still very curious about how the Divine Sword Sect wanted to fool him into being the young master.

"Of course, please come with me with the young master! There are many underground organs, please be careful!"

Lian Ruyi smiled sweetly, led the way in front, and penetrated into a long and narrow corridor.

Fang Ming followed closely, and slightly smelled the tempting fragrance emitted by the beauty in front of him. He had already held a jade hand and led him forward. Fang Ming felt that he was in a warm and soft jade, and even the dark and closed corridor seemed to have become a paradise.

"Hehe... The young master worked hard in the past. If he was not busy, he might as well stay at Yuzhi for a while and rest in Piaoxiangyuan for a while..."

The guardian said softly and warmly, and his jade fingers twitched slightly in Fang Ming's palm, and he actually looked like he wanted and asked for it and was allowed to pick it up.

"This woman is indeed a vixen!"

Fang Ming secretly cried in his heart that for ordinary passionate young men, the young woman's style is often more attractive. This guardian obviously understands men's psychology very well, and even practices this kind of charming technique.

Unfortunately, Fang Ming is not an ordinary person. With the operation of the Bodhicitta method, he has entered a state of dusty and dusty state where the body is like Bodhi and the mind is like a mirror.

At this time, the mountains are still mountains and water are still water. Although even the guardian is still charming, the fatal and tempting magic has subsided a lot.

Lian Ruyi was slightly surprised, stopped her hand and took Fang Ming through the corridor and came to a huge stone chamber.

Along the way, there were light-bodied young girls passing by. They were all good at martial arts. However, Lian Ruyi was obviously at the same time. When others saw that they were even brought by the Dharma Protector, they even stepped back respectfully without even interrogating, allowing Lian Ruyi to go deeper along the way with Fang Ming.

"In the Divine Sword Sect, there is indeed a hidden dragon and a creeping tiger!"

Fang Ming let go of Lian Ruyi's hand without a trace and praised.

"These are also the blessing of the Heavenly King's Spirit in Heaven. Thousands of disciples of the Divine Sword Sect are willing to smash the young master to pieces!"

Lian Ruyi said solemnly, which made Fang Ming feel confused, knowing that this guardian was probably one of the blinded people, and those real senior officials of the Divine Sword Sect were secretly thinking, and obviously a huge conspiracy was brewing.

"We're here!"

Lian Ruyi pushed open a stone door and took Fang Ming into the house.

The decorations in the stone room are extremely simple. Each table and chair are made of bluestone, and the roughness also brings a sense of solemnity.

A girl in white was sitting with her back facing Fang Ming.
Chapter completed!