Lan Ling's notebook was placed in the dormitory first, and Yang Ming planned to find a time to give it to her during the National Day holiday. Because there are more important things to do now.
Yang Ming checked the time and it was almost time to go to Fang Tian's place. Yang Ming's heart is now full of excitement and longing. King of Killers, what a shocking and awesome title!
Yang Ming did not drive today, but took the subway to the shanty town. It's not because Yang Ming doesn't want to drive, but because he is afraid that driving out every night will arouse Zhang Bin's suspicion.
So Yang Ming decided that he should find an opportunity to buy a car as soon as possible, otherwise it would be inconvenient to travel.
When they arrived at Fang Tian's house, Dong Jun was already here. When he saw Yang Ming, he smiled and nodded at him: "Second Junior Brother, you are here."
"Second Junior Brother?" Yang Ming sweated: "Your title is a bit ambiguous. Does it sound like Zhu Bajie?"
"Ha, you are really good at making connections." Xun Jun smiled and said, "Master is already waiting for you in the room."
"Okay, I didn't expect you to be Old Man Fang's apprentice!" Yang Ming said with a smile.
"Old man Fang?" Dong Jun was stunned: "Why are you so disrespectful to Master?"
"It's okay, I'm used to it." As soon as Xun Jun finished his words, he heard Fang Tian's hearty voice: "Yang Ming, you can be disrespectful to me, but you must not be disrespectful to the ancestor. Your apprenticeship ceremony will also be mine in a while. The closing ceremony. It represents the retirement of the older generation of killer kings and the birth of a new generation of killer kings."
"So formal?" Yang Ming didn't expect that this kind of one-to-one teaching would have so many rules, but he still said in a very obedient manner: "Okay. I understand."
In Fang Tian's hut, everything had been prepared beforehand. On an ancient Eight Immortals table, an incense table was set up with a portrait on it. The curtains in the room had already been closed, and Fang Tian said to Yang Ming: "Yang Ming, come here."
Seeing that the atmosphere was very solemn, Yang Ming did not dare to show any slightness and walked forward in a polite manner. Follow Fang Tian's instructions.
"Kneel down." Fang Tian pointed to a small futon under the incense table. Yang Ming quickly knelt down. It took a long time before I heard Fang Tian say slowly: "My ancestor, Fang Tian, the king of the fourth generation of killers, will wash his hands in the golden basin from today onwards and pass on the mantle to Yang Ming. He will become the fifth generation of killers." King of."
After saying that, Fang Tian bowed deeply and said to Yang Ming: "Kowtow three times."
Yang Ming obeyed and kowtowed three times.
"Okay. That's it." Fang Tian nodded and asked Yang Ming to stand up.
Yang Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the procedure was not very complicated.
"From now on, you will call me master, Senior Brother Dong Jun." Fang Tian said calmly: "Of course. If you are not used to it, it doesn't matter if you call me old man. The name is just a title. In the future, when you become a qualified killer. There will be many different titles to match and conceal your identity.”
Next. Fang Tian began to teach Yang Ming some things. Xun Jun naturally avoided it. Although Xunjun is also nominally Fang Tiandi's disciple, the King of Killers can only have one successor.
After Xunjun left. Fang Tiancai said calmly: "Show me your strength and hit me."
"What?" Yang Ming didn't dare to say anything else, but when it came to strength, it was no joke. Yang Ming can lift a person weighing more than 100 kilograms with one hand. You can imagine his strength. Now Fang Tian actually asked Yang Ming to hit him!
Yang Ming looked at Fang Tian's skinny appearance and wondered, could he withstand his own punch? But seeing Fang Tian's calm look, he still punched him, but only with half of his strength.
Fang Tian casually grabbed Yang Ming's arm and said lightly: "Is this just strength? Where did the strength go to fight Yu Xiangde in the detention center? Didn't you eat today?"
Yang Ming was a little annoyed by Fang Tian's words. He wanted to pull his hand back and hit him again, but he was shocked to find that his hand seemed to be stuck and he couldn't move even half a minute! Yang Ming was shocked. He had always blocked other people's arms, but today... Yang Ming finally realized at this moment that Fang Tian was a master! Not only is he a master of personality and skills, he also possesses astonishing strength.
"Strength is the most basic quality of a killer, but it is not the most important." Fang Tian let go of Yang Ming's hand and said calmly: "Many times, killing people does not require strength."
"In other words, my power is not enough?" Yang Ming asked.
"It seems like it's far behind now. I'll give you another chance and let me see." Fang Tian shook his head.
Yang Ming didn't dare to hold anything back this time.
After Tian punched him, Fang Tian still grabbed Yang Ming's arm lightly and said, "Yes, it's much stronger than the punch just now. Your strength training time can be shortened a lot, at least shorter than mine."
Yang Ming breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. It seemed that he had finally received Fang Tian's approval.
"I have ten pairs of prepared Chinese medicine here. You can use them to soak your hands and feet every night." Fang Tian pointed to a plastic bag on the ground and said, "Then get up every morning, find a big tree to kick and beat, and insist on ten Oh, more than three hours a day. Come back to me in ten days."
"Ah? There are no routines or boxing techniques?" Yang Ming asked strangely. Because this sounds a bit reckless!
"No, my medicine is to promote your bone growth and protect your hands and feet from damage." Fang Tian said calmly: "In ten days, the big tree should have all its meridians severed and die. If it survives Well, that proves that I overestimated your strength."
All meridians are severed? Why does it sound a bit like the "Seven Injury Fist" in martial arts novels? However, Yang Ming did not dare to ask any more questions. Fang Tian must have a reason for what he said, so he nodded and said, "I will definitely work hard."
"Okay, it's getting late. You go back first." Fang Tian handed the Chinese medicine to Yang Ming and said: "After boiling in the casserole for half an hour, soak your hands and feet for another hour."
After Yang Ming said goodbye to Fang Tian, he took the subway back to Songjiang University of Technology. Yang Ming felt that it was a bit incredible. He had done good deeds twice and saved two old men. Both old men had given him great benefits.
"What did you get? Does it smell like Chinese medicine?" As soon as they entered the dormitory, Zhang Bin and Tian Donghua covered their noses.
"I have some rheumatism in my hands and feet. A friend of my father's prescribed some Chinese medicine for me to soak my hands and feet." Yang Ming had already thought of a countermeasure on the subway. Otherwise, Zhang Bin and Tian Donghua would definitely be suspicious.
Upon hearing that it was important to cure the disease, Zhang Bin and Tian Donghua lost interest and continued to watch TV.
There is no kitchen in Yang Ming's dormitory, only an electric pot that he bought when he and Chen Mengyan went shopping yesterday, so Yang Ming put water in the electric pot to cook the medicine. Although it is not as good as frying over an open flame, it can only be used as it is.
"Damn it, what the hell are you doing!" Zhang Bin complained: "Hurry up and open the window, there is such a strong smell of medicine, you want to smoke us to death!"
"Just say it if you miss. There are so many things!" Yang Ming said with eyes wide open.
"Shh!" Tian Donghua put a finger to his mouth, then pulled Zhang Bin and said: "Keep your voice down, that guy is so fierce, aren't you afraid of getting beaten?"
"Ha!" Zhang Bin was amused: "He was joking. You can't even bear to hear it?"
"Oh, you scared me to death!" Tian Donghua shook his head.
After Yang Ming cooked the Chinese medicine, he didn't bother to filter the medicine residue with gauze. Anyway, it was used to soak his hands and feet, not to drink, so he poured it directly into the basin and went back to the house to soak his hands and feet.
The next day, Yang Ming got up very early. When the alarm clock on his cell phone rang, the genius was bright. Yang Ming yawned, quickly got dressed and left the dormitory building.
It was autumn and the sky was still very dark. It's only about four o'clock, and the students who did morning exercises haven't come out yet. Yang Ming walked towards a small forest to the north of the school. This is a piece of wasteland that the school just bought and has not been developed yet. Because there are no paths, there are very few students here. However, Xia Tian heard that there are couples playing wild games here. This is also a rumor. Yang Ming is a freshman, so there is no way to confirm it. But now no one here is sure.
Yang Ming found a poplar tree that looked relatively strong but didn't have so many scars, and started punching it. Once, twice, three times... At first, Yang Ming was a little uncomfortable with it, but after getting used to it, Yang Ming didn't feel anything.
Yesterday's Chinese medicine was indeed very useful. Yang Ming's hand was only slightly red after such a powerful blow, but not swollen. Of course, there was pain, but it was nothing serious.
Soon, three hours passed. Yang Ming looked at his watch. It was already past seven o'clock. Although no one was passing by, he was afraid that the school security would come to patrol.
Yang Ming didn't want to be suspected, so he left a mark on the tree and left quickly.