I run a cram school in the realm of self-cultivation

Fang He's actions were extremely rough.His slender fingers grabbed Wang Fugui's collar, and the collar was torn apart because of this violent grab.His figure quickly retreated, narrowly dodging Wang Youshan's attack.

Wang Youshan's brows were stern. He stood at the foot of the stairs, looking down at Fang He from top to bottom.After seeing Fang He's actions, he didn't look anxious at all, but showed a little carelessness.

He went downstairs step by step, his eyes swept over Fang He gloomyly, and finally fell on Wang Fugui's face. With his trembling expression, he said slowly: "Come on, speak slowly, and tell everyone here about my weakness." People, let them clearly realize how big the gap between people is."

"Even if some people know my weakness, they can't defeat me. This is the pride of my Wang family." When he said this, the corners of Wang Youshan's mouth curled up a little, and his eyes were full of respect for himself. Complacent and proud.His gaze moved sideways inch by inch, and finally landed on Fang He's face:

"Friend Daoist, are you right?"

Wang Youshan directly directed the eyes of the people around him to Fang He.He could clearly feel the sympathy and expectation in people's eyes, and even Fang He could see Ji Zhao's figure through Wang Youshan's shoulder.

Ji Zhao didn't pay attention to Fang He's movement at this time, he tilted his head slightly, and was talking to Jingui.On the other hand, Zhang Tanyuan looked at him worriedly.

Fang He lowered his eyebrows slowly, his gaze fell on Wang Fugui's face.Because of the panic, the flesh on his face was shaking rapidly left and right.

Fang He squatted down, pinched Wang Fugui's chin with his left hand, and his fingertips were directly dented by more than half. His voice was a little rough, and he said, "Say it or not."

Wang Fugui's cheeks were flushed from the poke, and there was even faint blood spilling from his skin. It was obvious that Fang He didn't show the slightest sympathy or let go of that blow just now.His voice slowly lowered and sank:

"If you don't tell me, I'm not in a hurry, I'm just afraid that your life will be in a hurry and you want to go on the road."

As Fang He spoke, he increased the strength in his hand. With the force of his fingertips, everyone present could hear the sound of bones rattling.

Wang Fugui only felt that his face was shrunk by half.The end of his eyes were stained with tears due to the pain, he pressed the tip of his tongue against his teeth, endured the pain and said quickly: "I'll say it."

He was afraid that if he said it too late, the white servant in front of him would squeeze his head again with force.

This world is too terrifying, everyone's methods are so cruel.Relatively speaking, the various trials in the third heaven can be considered mild.Wang Fugui flinched, his eyes drooped slightly, and he didn't dare to look at Wang Youshan in front of him at all.

The three words Wang Youshan are very familiar to him.This name was clearly recorded in their family's genealogy.

Wang Youshan, ranked eighth in the Tianjiao list, but because of his outstanding aptitude, he was not tolerated by the world, and eventually died on the road of seeking Tao. The cause of death is unknown.

Both the names and rankings can be matched, this is definitely not a coincidence.If he guessed correctly, the era he is in now should be the most glorious era of the Wang family, that is, the prosperous era more than 1000 years ago.

Wang Fugui's body was constantly shaking due to inertia, and there seemed to be a frightened look in his eyes.But his brain is exceptionally calm.

Everything just now was just his guess.And what really made him sure of the time he was in now was because of the oath he just made——

He knew Wang Youshan's weakness, if it was fake, it would be struck by lightning.

Stretching out the head with a knife, retracting the head is also a knife.He seemed to be provoking Wang Youshan and angering Wang Youshan with words, but in fact, he was confirming his guess.

He doesn't know Wang Youshan's weakness.But he knows the weakness of the Wang family's skills.

He hooked his fingers and forced himself to calm down.

Damn, how can you calm down.

When he first came here, he knelt in front of Wang Youshan, and Wang Youshan asked him one question after another, which directly baffled him.He originally planned to make jokes to fool the past, but he didn't want Wang Youshan to be much sharper than him.He only hesitated for two or three seconds before being locked up.

It's so miserable.

Wang Fugui licked his lips, and said jerky: "Wang Youshan's weakness lies in his left hand. When using spiritual power, his left hand, or even the left half of his body, cannot use spiritual power. It is a defense. Weakest place."

As soon as these words came out, Fang He loosened his grip on Wang Fugui.Wang Fugui's blood dripped drop by drop along his fingertips onto the ground.His gaze went straight up and landed on Wang Youshan's face, just in time to catch the suspicion that flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He was doubting Wang Fugui's identity.

This shows that what Wang Fugui just said is true.

Is the left hand the weak point?Fang He's footsteps lightly stepped on the ground, and his figure flew towards Wang Youshan in the opposite direction due to the force.While the figure was moving, there was a loud cracking sound in the air.

In his right hand, there is now a sword, the sword is constantly brewing and churning, faintly producing silent ripples in the air.

"So he's a swordsman, no wonder he's so courageous." Wang Youshan snorted coldly, flipped his left hand, and a small abacus immediately appeared in his palm.The abacus is black, only the beads in the first row on the left hand side have a touch of golden yellow.

The moment the beads appeared, the surrounding atmosphere surged.Fang He's eyes were also full of solemnity, and his eyes were fixed on the left half of Wang Youshan's body.

The gap between him and Wang Youshan's fingertips was too great. Even if he knew the opponent's weakness, it would not be easy to kill him.Now he can only bite Wang Youshan's left side.

Wang Youshan didn't have the slightest intention to let go. His right index finger flew up and down, moving all the beads on the abacus.The beads knocked against each other, making a crackling sound, and the surrounding aura seemed to vibrate faintly as the beads continued to collide.

Fang He could clearly feel that his speed had slowed down, and the aura around him became an obstacle for him at the moment when the abacus was running, preventing him from moving forward.

As the abacus moved more, Fang He could feel the sluggishness of his body more.He paused for a moment, and simply transferred all his spiritual power to his feet. With the blessing of spiritual power, Fang He's speed instantly became much faster.

At the same time, however, his situation became dangerous.At this moment, he has no protection from top to bottom.Once Wang Youshan changed his mind and attacked him directly, his body would suffer all the damage.

But Fang He had no choice.

He could see that Wang Youshan tapped the abacus as if he was brewing a sword momentum. Once he was allowed to move all the beads, the momentum would probably change.

Fang He's idea is obviously right!

When Wang Youshan moved the beads quickly, Wang Fugui's voice sounded behind Fang He: "Quick, we must stop him from moving the beads. Once the beads are all moved, it means that the abacus has been adjusted. According to the usual practice , he will make the strongest blow."

"Once Wang Youshan's strongest blow is used, you will never survive!"

At this moment, Wang Fugui did not hesitate and told everything he knew.His eyes were fixed on Fang He's figure, and his body still trembled uncontrollably.

Now, standing in front of him is not his ancestor, but a devil.

If Wang Youshan survived, he would become a demon in his heart, hindering his cultivation all the time.Wang Fugui couldn't afford to gamble at all, he cared more about himself than Wang Youshan's life.

Wang Fugui opened his palm. In the past few days, his body has been tortured, and his spirit is also depressed.The only thing he has to do now is to adapt to the current physical condition as much as possible, and then exert the greatest strength he can exert at present.

He swallowed lightly, the fat was dragged to both sides, his eyes looked back without any trace, and his eyes fell on the strong servant behind him, with estimates and guesses.

This servant named Xiao Fang was obviously not Wang Youshan's opponent.But it doesn't matter, he didn't think that Xiao Fang could defeat him.

The most important thing is to be able to escape and hide in the dark.

Wang Fugui recalled his plan in his mind, and after confirming that there was nothing missing, he looked up at Fang He.

He thought so much, but it only took a breath or two.At this moment, Fang He was already very close to Wang Youshan, so close that he could feel the strong wind generated by the strike of the beads.

Fang He bit his lip, the moment he approached, the spiritual power that was originally lingering on his feet was about to gain on his right arm in an instant.He gently raised his sword and stabbed in Wang Youshan's direction.

With a single strike, the surrounding temperature dropped instantly, and the speed of Wang Youshan's flying fingers slowed down.The air-conditioning swept through the restaurant, whether it was the guests upstairs or downstairs, they could feel a chill.

Biting cold.

Their eyes fell on Fang He's body in disbelief, taking a careful look.

This servant named "Xiao Fang" is obviously only at the first level of Nascent Soul, but when he uses his sword, he directly

And Wang Youshan's left hand took all the attacks.The icy frost covered his left half of his body bit by bit along his arm, and his left half of his body had completely lost consciousness at this moment.Because of the exercises, the spiritual power can't penetrate the body on the other side at all.

As a last resort, Wang Youshan's fingertips, which were originally resting on the black bead, could only turn slightly, and landed on a light golden bead.This bead was obviously transformed not long ago, and a little black light can still be seen from the edge, but it is also the easiest one to press down among so many golden beads.

Wang Youshan's fingers pressed lightly on the light golden abacus, and all his spiritual power was used on that abacus at this moment.

The bead swayed from side to side, trembling slightly, and was finally fiddled with by Wang Youshan's fingertips.

With a sound of "pop", there was a crisp impact sound, and a pale golden light flashed on the abacus. The golden light directly melted the frost flower on Wang Youshan's left arm. The frost flower turned into water and soaked in Wang Youshan's body. on the left arm.

Wang Youshan's eyes fell on Fang He's body unkindly, and his fingertips no longer touched the black abacus around him, but moved to the golden abacus.This time, the beads he dragged with his fingertips were more golden than the previous ones.

In front of Fang He, he slowly transferred his spiritual power to the tip of his right index finger, and pressed down on the golden bead.The pressing of the golden beads this time was not as smooth and fluent as the pressing of the light golden beads just now.

The steady stream of spiritual power was constantly being consumed, but inversely proportional to it was the sinking speed of the golden abacus.With so much spiritual power, it only moved half an inch.

However, even if it was only half an inch, Fang He's eyes changed.As soon as he turned his footsteps, his figure quickly retreated backwards.The moment he retreated, the air in front of him exploded layer by layer, and the huge impact directly shook the surrounding tables and chairs, and they all fell apart.

The attack did not stop with the falling apart of the tables and chairs.

Wang Youshan's fingers were still pressing on the most golden and bright golden beads.As the golden bead continued to be pressed down, the surrounding spiritual power began to gather together violently, and then quickly dispersed.

The huge shock wave continuously spread towards the surroundings, and the exclamation of the surrounding people suddenly rose.At this moment, the spiritual power floating in the air became irritable. People could not obtain spiritual energy from the outside world at all, and could only use the spiritual power stored in their bodies to resist this wave of attacks.

At this moment, the restaurant was completely unable to withstand such a violent impact, and even the formations originally engraved inside were completely ineffective.Sawdust flew in all directions, and the eaves and beams of the restaurant flew all around and fell to the ground.

There were even some monks who couldn't dodge in time. They were attacked by the aftermath, and their chest was constricted, and a mouthful of blood flowed out from the corner of their mouths.

As for Fang He, as the primary target of attack, his situation is much better than these monks, and even worse.He only had time to use his whole body's spiritual power to stab Wang Youshan lightly, and then his body flew backwards under such a strong attack.fell to the ground.

All the bones in his whole body were broken into pieces, and he was completely unable to stand up again.He looked at the blue sky in front of him and lay quietly on the ground.

At this moment, Fang He's heart was extremely peaceful.

The attack just now completely emptied the spiritual power in his body, and he couldn't even spare a little spiritual power to protect his body.That's why his body was seriously injured like this.

Fang He coughed lightly, and swallowed the blood in his mouth again. At this moment, his throat was filled with the smell of iron rust.He tried his best to move his fingers, with a somewhat helpless look on his face.Now, he was completely unaware of the existence of his fingers, and even because of this small movement, his meridians felt swelling and tearing pain.

His injuries are definitely serious, but he doesn't know if the elixir Ji Zhao gave him can heal him.

Just as Fang He was meditating, a clear voice rang in his ears, and then the familiar four words lingered in his ears——

"Amitabha."

These four words startled Fang He, he turned his eyes with difficulty, and saw a very kind face.Seeing that Jin Shan frowned slightly, he put down the scriptures in his hand, bent down, and pressed his fingers on Fang He's arm.In an instant, Fang He felt a gentle spiritual power transfer to his body along Zhishan's fingertips, which was warm and comfortable.

With the input of spiritual power, the swelling and pain in his meridians reduced a lot.Fang He couldn't help but squinted his eyes, let Zhishan help him up, and finally sat down slowly.

Only at this time did Fang He realize that he should have fallen under very good feet just now.In front of his head, a beam was placed across.Before, Jin Shan was sitting there, but now Fang He is sitting.

Fang He licked his lips, his eyes subconsciously searched the crowd, wanting to see Wang Youshan's situation.However, his eyes circled around the crowd, but he couldn't find Wang Youshan.

Not to mention Wang Youshan, even the dozens or twenty servants who followed behind him disappeared.

"The attack you just landed directly on Wang Youshan's left side of the body, making him lose his fighting power. Now his servants are escorting him back to Wang's house, and they can't care about you anymore."

After all, Wang Youshan's life is much more important than Fang He's.

Fang He smiled clearly. He moved the corner of his mouth slightly and felt a little pain. He could only half open his mouth and said vaguely: "What about the young master and the others?"

He wanted to know where the culprit of everything had gone!

Ji Zhao!

The thought of the name made his teeth itch.He was sure that Ji Zhao was definitely not a simple person, maybe he was one of the top few in the list of Tianjiao.It's a pity that he doesn't know all the rankings of the Tianjiao list at all, otherwise he would definitely be able to find a few suitable candidates according to the annotations of the Tianjiao list.

Shi Shan shook his head and said, "I don't know, just now when the restaurant collapsed, everyone ran around, probably your son was also washed away."

Saying this, Zhi Shan took the Buddhist beads from his wrist and pressed the Buddhist beads against Fang He's wrist.Pale golden light suddenly appeared from the beads, and warm currents flowed along Fang He's meridians, repairing his wounds.

Fang He could clearly feel that the meridians in his body were being repaired bit by bit, and even the dislocated bones seemed to be re-corrected by a pair of invisible hands.

It is estimated that if this treatment continues, he will be able to walk freely in less than a stick of incense.

In this way, Ji Zhao's elixir can be saved.

Ji Zhao is nowhere to be seen now, Fang He is not sure whether he has exposed something in the fight just now, and he is not sure whether he can return to Ji Zhao's side.

If not, the elixir that Ji Zhao gave him will become the only way for him to study the opponent's alchemy technique.

Thinking about it this way makes me miserable.

The warm current flowing from the beads traveled along Fang He's meridians for more than ten weeks. When Fang He's face turned rosy, Zhi Shan took the beads from Fang He's wrist and put them back on again. .

Fang He felt that his injury had healed a lot. He silently withdrew his wrist, and his eyes fell on Shan Shan's body. With a little scrutiny, he finally seemed to be inadvertent, and asked Jin Shan:

"Why did Master save me?"

When he was just looking for Wang Youshan, Fang He also noticed that there were quite a few wounded around him. Some of them were in better condition than him, and some of them might have been unprepared. The injuries looked serious, as if they would die in the next second. .

And among these people, one or two are very close to Jinshan, but he has never seen Jinshan intending to make a move.Obviously, being very kind to help him is definitely not because of "kindness".

Hearing this question, Shan Shan's eyes immediately fell on Fang He, with a little puzzlement, and finally asked suspiciously: "I think the benefactor is kind."

The expression on Fang He's face immediately became weird.

In the next second, a very kind voice rang in his ears.His tone was a little low because of uncertainty: "I have never met the benefactor. I think it must be because I have a predestined relationship with the benefactor that I feel kind."

Fate?

What kind of fate can there be between him and very good?

Just as this thought flashed through Fang He's mind, the next second, he saw a faint golden line appear on his left hand.This is the same as the golden thread spinning around in the air, before finally disappearing under Zhishan's fingertips.

Is this a causal line?

Is there cause and effect between him and Shanshan?Fang He's eyes widened slightly, he subconsciously looked at Zhi Shan, and his eyes fell on his golden monk robe.

Why does this monk robe look more and more familiar, it looks a bit like the one in his storage ring.

Fang He said quietly, "I also think you are kind."

Very Shan's eyes lit up, he didn't expect that the cultivator in front of him felt the same as him, and he couldn't help raising his voice a little: "Fellow Daoists also feel the same way?"

Fang He nodded: "Naturally, I think we may have a master-student relationship?"

As soon as this sentence came out, Jin Shan was obviously taken aback.His expression was not angry at all, but his eyes were full of doubts. He asked Fang He in a low voice, "Why did the benefactor say that?"

Although Ji Shan is a well-known Tianjiao, he also clearly understands that he has not joined any sect, let alone any master.Therefore, he was curious about what Fang He said.

He wanted to see what the other party relied on to say such a thing.

Fang He shook his head inscrutablely: "It's not a benefactor."

He staggered and stood up from the beam, put his palms together slightly, nodded towards Zhishan, and slowly read four words: "Amitabha."

"The poor monk is very spiritual."

After saying this, Fang He pinched a formula, secretly took out the monk's robe from the storage ring, and replaced it on his body.The golden monk's robe looked extraordinarily dazzling in the sun, Fang He's long hair was hanging over his shoulders, and there was even a string of Buddhist beads on his tiger's mouth.

This kind of shape and dress unexpectedly coincided with Zhishan at this moment.

Jin Shan was a little lost. He looked at the monk in front of him and fell into self-doubt for a moment.

Very spiritual and very good, these two dharma names are surprisingly similar.Could it be that he lost his memory and then forgot his master?