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Northeast of China, the winding mountains.

The warblers fly and the grass grows, the birds sing and the flowers are fragrant, which is the time of spring.

The blue sky is as clear as the sunshine, the world is peaceful and beautiful. Only a valley is filled with thick fog that lasts for a long time.

This is the Panshan Mist Valley, which is famous far and wide. Once you mistakenly enter it, you cannot get out. What is amazing is that this valley is not life-threatening. Every ten days later, those who enter it will be sent to the entrance of the valley by a strong wind.

Although there will be no damage at all, a hunger is inevitable, and the shock caused by it is difficult to calm down. Over time, the people here regard this place as a forbidden place and will never get close to it.

There is a cave deep in the Misty Valley, but there is a paradise inside.

The sun is shining with flowers and green grass everywhere, making people feel peaceful and depressed.

A thatched house and a fish pond are formed by intercepting the stream. There is a stream flowing from where it comes from and flows from below. A black-haired middle-aged man sits on a stone beside the fish pond, and the fishing line in his hand hangs into the fish pond.

On the grass beside, a 14 or 15-year-old boy was dancing constantly with a wooden stick in his hand.

Thorn, pick, sweep... Although it is a wooden stick, the method used is a spear, which is quite unique.

The dancing of the wooden stick stirred up a whirlwind, and the concave broken grass and fallen leaves were flying around, like a green grass dragon entangling around the body, which was extremely extraordinary.

At the end of his practice, the young man poked the wooden stick in his hand towards a standing stone not far away.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the wooden stick came in and stabbed half of the stone and spilled everywhere.

"Ha! It's successful!"

The boy couldn't help but jumped with joy. This stone was taken from the hardest granite in the winding mountains. Not to mention wooden sticks, it was difficult for ordinary people to destroy even with iron swords and axes.

Now that I can smash it with a wooden stick, I am afraid no one can beat me in this area of ​​Panshan.

With such joy, a whirring sound suddenly sounded, and the long fishing rod in the black-haired middle-aged man whipped over like a long whip.

The boy hurriedly greeted him with a wooden stick, and the dance was full of prosperity. Although it felt like it was water was draining, the fishing rod always avoided the wooden stick at some strange angles and kept whipping on him.

It is better to say that it is a one-sided whip than a confrontation.

Like gentle breeze and drizzle, the force seemed to be small but it was irresistible. After being beaten hundreds of times, the black-haired middle-aged man stopped.

"Master Feng, I've succeeded, why do you still hit me!"

The boy touched the red hand and asked a little aggrievedly.

He was an ordinary child in the panshan Mountain. He got lost when he was seven years old and was rescued by this black-haired middle-aged man to become a disciple and teach martial arts. It has been eight or nine years now.

A black-haired middle-aged man is extremely mysterious. He is naturally extraordinary to be able to live in seclusion in this mist valley that ordinary people dare not enter.

But in the past ten years, the young man knew nothing about anything except his surname Feng.

Master Feng hung the fishing line back into the fish pond and said slowly: "People who practice martial arts should be cautious of arrogance and impatience. They should not be overjoyed by temporary success, nor should they be discouraged by temporary failure. If you achieve a little success, you will be overjoyed and your mind will not be calm."

"And what this beheading trick just now is to smash the upper half of the target, and the lower half is not damaged at all. You didn't do it, but you thought you would be able to do it. Who would you hit if you don't?"

"Disciple understand!" The young man hurriedly lowered his head and admitted his mistake.

Although I don’t know much about Master Feng’s affairs, I have learned a lot about his temper over the past seven or eight years. Wrong is wrong, right is right. Master Feng doesn’t like to make a point of improper reasoning.

"Just really know the mistake!" Master Feng slowly put down his fishing rod and asked again: "Saihai, have you ever remembered the Gen Dui formation outside the door?"

"It's almost done!" The boy stuttered for a moment.

His surname is Yang and his name is Fanhai. His name is given by his father, which means that clouds and sails fly over the vast ocean.

His father originally wanted him to use literary etiquette, but he could assist in the government. Unfortunately, he had no talent for the facts of books, and he was secretly learning martial arts, and he had no intention of doing so.

This also led to his extraordinary talent in learning martial arts, but he could only rack his brains to the so-called formation, and his knowledge was limited.

This answer naturally made Master Feng dissatisfied and said unhappily: "I have taught you more than once, as long as you can, if you can, if you can't, if you can't, you can't. What should I say clearly? There is no such thing as 'almost'."

"Disciple knows the mistake!" Yang Fanhai hurriedly lowered his head and admitted his mistake: "If you master the Gen Dui Formation, you should have 60% of the effect of confusion. You can already activate it, but the attack formation is just beginning."

Master Feng nodded: "If you can understand this formation, it will be of great help. Since you know the shortcomings, you will make up for them in the future. Don't just talk about them!"

Yang Fanhai responded quickly: "Disciple understand!"

Master Feng stood up and walked slowly towards the wooden house. He said as he walked, "I have something to do tomorrow and I will leave for a while, at most a year, and at least a month. You don't need to come here in a short period of time. Just find an opportunity to practice well."

"Master Feng, are you going out?"

Yang Fanhai was stunned and hurriedly chased after him. Since he was admitted to this place and was admitted as a disciple, he would come here for several hours on the first and fifteenth day of the day.

Although I don’t know if Master Zhongfeng has left here, in the past ten years, the other party has never stopped teaching the course twice a month. Now he suddenly said he would leave for at least half a year, which suddenly made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

"It's just a long trip, why bother to make a fuss?"

At this time, Master Feng had already entered the house and walked out again, holding a spear in his hand.

This spear is different from other spears. Not only is the tip of the spear is metal, but even the spear rod is made of black steel, which is integrated into one, as if it is natural.

"Master, this is..."

Seeing this spear, Yang Fanhai immediately forgot the little bit of sadness. After all, Master Feng was just leaving for a while, and this spear was something he had coveted for a long time.

On the first day he entered the valley, he saw this iron spear and was attracted at first sight. This is why Master Feng taught him how to shoot.

However, Master Feng’s teaching is unique and he has always asked him to practice with sticks instead of guns. In the past ten years, he has not really used a long spear.

Master Feng didn't say anything, but stretched out his body and pressed it on Yang Fanhai's head, slowly rising, a strange black light appeared in his palm, and then he slapped the black iron spear with his palm.

Yang Fanhai was shocked and felt a strange feeling for a moment. The black spear was actually connected to him, as if he was an arm, very friendly.

Master Feng brushed the gun with one hand and handed it to Yang Fanhai, and said with a solemn look on his face: "This gun... I will hand it over to you from now on, use it well!"

"Thank you, Master Feng!" Yang Fanhai couldn't help but take the spear and thank you repeatedly, and asked again: "Master Feng, what's the name of this gun?"

"There is no name, and there is no need to name it!" Master Feng shook his head: "When you succeed, your enemies will naturally name it!"

"Yeah!" Yang Fanhai was stunned. How could he understand the meaning of this sentence at the age of fifteen? But since it was Master Feng's meaning, he could only nod and abide by it.

"When you first came in, I asked you to respond to three things. Do you still remember?"

Hearing Master Feng’s question, Yang Fanhai nodded repeatedly: “Disciple keeps it in mind!”

"First, you can kill people, but you cannot bully the weak with your martial arts. Second, you can practice supernatural powers, but you cannot worship others as your teacher. Third, no matter whether you are right or wrong, what you have done must be a good start and end."

Every few months, I have to memorize these three things, so I will naturally remember them clearly.

Master Feng nodded: "Okay, just remember! I will tell you one more thing today: If possible, try to be a good person!"

"Good man!" Yang Fanhai was stunned, a little puzzled.

Master Feng smiled without explaining much, and walked into the wooden house on his own: "Go back, practice well, and don't slack off."

"Disciple understand!"

Yang Fanhai bowed and retreated on his own.

The fog outside the cave is the forbidden land in the mouths of the mountain people, full of mystery, but in fact it is the Gen Dui formation set up by Master Feng.

Gen is a mountain and Dui is a marina. When each other complements each other, it can form this foggy array.

Although the formation here cannot be fully manipulated, it is naturally easy to enter and exit.

When he reached the entrance of the valley, he put a hidden load of firewood on his back and hurried down the mountain.

Master Feng accepted him as his disciple, but at the moment he had already told him not to tell others about this, including his parents. Yang Fanhai had no choice but to come secretly in the name of hunting or chopping wood every time.

I was familiar with the road down the mountain, and soon I arrived at my own wheat field. In the distance, a graceful woman was picking mulberry leaves on the ridges of the fields, so I hurried over.

Putting down the firewood on your shoulder, Yang Fanhai asked in confusion: "Mom, you are picking these leaves again!"

This graceful woman is his mother. Yang's mother often picks mulberry leaves to raise a bug called silkworm. She said that she can raise something to make clothes, but she has never succeeded.

In Yang Fanhai's opinion, this is something that is always a tiring thing but has no results, so it is better not to do it.

Yang's mother raised her hand and wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said, "I also want to try it. I saw someone who has successfully raised her before, but I don't know where the problem is. Anyway, I'm idle, so it's okay to do it. If it works, I can also make beautiful clothes for your brother and sister in the future."

"What kind of beautiful clothes do I want? Just make it for the third sister!" Yang Fanhai put the firewood on his back and lifted the bamboo basket containing mulberry leaves.

"Okay, okay, I understand!" Yang's mother smiled: "Dalang, go back to make a fire first, I'll clean up and come over to cook."

Yang Fanhai nodded: "I'm going to cook, mom, please take a break."

I turned around and walked towards the house, and walked a few steps away, and suddenly I heard a loud "boom".

Never heard such a thunderbolt sound, Yang Fanhai was so scared that he was shocked. When he looked back, he saw a golden lightning falling from the sky and landing in the distance.

The golden light, like a crazy dragon, made Yang Fanhai feel cold. (A good activity with pie falling from the sky, a cool mobile phone is waiting for you to get! Follow Qidian/Chinese website official account (add friends on WeChat - add official account - enter qdread), participate immediately! Everyone has a prize, now follow qdread WeChat official account now!)
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