Lan Ling's notebook was first placed in the dormitory, and Yang Ming was planning to find time to give it to her during the National Day holiday. Because there are more important things to do now.

Yang Ming looked at the time and it was almost time to go to Fang Tian. Yang Ming's heart is full of excitement and longing. King of Killer, what a shocking and awesome title!

Today, Yang Ming did not drive, but took the subway to the shanty town. It was not because Yang Ming didn't want to drive there, but because he was afraid that driving out every night would arouse Zhang Bin's suspicion.

So Yang Ming decided to find an opportunity to buy a car as soon as possible, otherwise it would be inconvenient to travel.

When he arrived at Fang Tian’s house, Dong Jun had already arrived. When he saw Yang Ming, he smiled and nodded at him: "Second junior brother, you are here."

"Second junior brother?" Yang Ming Khan: "Your name is a bit ambiguous, it looks like Zhu Bajie?"

"Ha, you really know how to associate." Dong Jun smiled and said, "Master is already waiting for you in the house."

"Okay, I really didn't expect that you are Old Man Fang's apprentice!" Yang Ming said with a smile.

"Old Man Fang?" Dong Jun was stunned: "Why are you so disrespectful to your master?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm used to it." As soon as Dong Jun finished speaking, he heard Fang Tian's cheerful voice: "Yang Ming, you can be disrespectful to me, but you must not be disrespectful to the ancestors. In a while, your apprenticeship ceremony is my collection ceremony. It represents the retirement of the old generation of killer kings, and the new generation of killer kings, Ranran, was born."

"So formal?" Yang Ming didn't expect that there were so many rules for this one-on-one teaching, but he still said very obediently: "Okay, I understand."

In Fang Tian's hut, everything was ready before. On an old Eight Immortals table, an incense table was set up, and a portrait was placed on it. The curtains in the house had already been pulled up. Fang Tian said to Yang Ming: "Yang Ming, come here."

Seeing that the atmosphere was very serious, Yang Ming did not dare to neglect the slightest. He walked forward in a regular manner and followed Fang Tian's instructions.

"Kneel down." Fang Tian pointed to a small cushion under the incense table. Yang Ming hurriedly knelt down. After a long time, he heard Fang Tian slowly say: "The ancestor is here, Fang Tian, ​​the fourth generation killer king, will wash his hands from today and pass on his robe and bowl to Yang Ming. He will become the fifth generation killer king."

After saying that, Fang Tian bowed deeply and said to Yang Ming: "Kowtow three times."

Yang Ming kowtowed three times in accordance.

"Okay, that's OK." Fang Tian nodded and asked Yang Ming to stand up.

Yang Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately the procedure was not very complicated.

"In the future, you will call me master, Senior Brother Dong Jun." Fang Tian said lightly: "Of course, if you are not used to it, it doesn't matter if you call me an old man. The name is just a title. When you become a qualified killer, there will be many different titles to cooperate and cover up your identity."

Next, Fang Tian began to teach Yang Ming some things, and Dong Jun naturally wanted to avoid it. Although Dong Jun was nominally Fang Tian's apprentice, the King of Killer could only have one successor.

After Dong Jun left, Fang Tiancai said lightly: "Let me see your strength and hit me."

"What?" Yang Ming didn't dare to say anything else, but when it comes to strength, it's not a joke. Yang Ming can lift a person worth about 100 pounds in one hand, and you can imagine this strength. Now Fang Tian actually asked Yang Ming to beat him!

Yang Ming looked at Fang Tian's thin appearance and wondered if he could withstand his own punch? However, seeing Fang Tian's calm appearance, he still punched him, but only half a piece of strength was used.

Fang Tian grabbed Yang Ming's arm casually, and said lightly: "Is this just strength? Where did Yu Xiangde's strength go in the detention center? Didn't you eat today?"

Yang Ming was a little angry when Fang Tian said that, and wanted to pull his hand back and hit him again, but was shocked to find that his hand would seem to be stuck and could not move at all! Yang Ming was shocked. He had always been stuck in other people's arms, but today... Yang Ming only realized at this moment that Fang Tian was a master! Not only was he a master of speed and skills, but he also had shocking strength.

"Strength is the most basic quality of a killer, but not the most important thing." Fang Tian let go of Yang Ming's hand and said lightly: "Many times, killing people does not require strength."

"In other words, my strength is not enough?" Yang Ming asked.

"It seems that it's far from it now. I'll see if you have another chance." Fang Tian shook his head.

Yang Ming did not dare to keep it this time, and punched Fang Tian heavily. Fang Tian still grabbed Yang Ming's arm lightly, then nodded and said, "No, it's much stronger than the punch just now. Your training time can be much shorter, at least shorter than I did back then."

Yang Ming breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. It seemed that he had finally received Fang Tian's affirmation.

"I have ten pairs of prepared Chinese medicine here, you can soak your hands and feet every night." Fang Tian pointed to a plastic bag on the ground and said, "Then get up every morning and find a big tree to kick and beat it. We will last for ten days, for more than three hours a day. Come and find me again in ten days."

"Ah? There are no routines or boxing techniques?" Yang Ming asked strangely. Because this sounds like a bit reckless!

"No, my medicine is to promote your bone development and protect your hands and feet from damage." Fang Tian said lightly: "In ten days, the big tree should have all the meridians broken and die. If it lives well, it proves that I overestimate your strength."

The meridians are completely broken? Why does it sound a bit like the "Seven Injury Fist" in martial arts novels? But Yang Ming didn't dare to ask too much. Fang Tian must have a reason for saying this, 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 sautéing the casserole for half an hour, soak your hands and feet for another hour."

After Yang Ming bid farewell to Fang Tian, ​​he took the subway to return to Songjiang Engineering University. Yang Ming felt that he was a little incredible. He did two good things casually and saved two old men. Both of them gave him great benefits.

"What are you taking? What's the smell of such a big Chinese medicine?" As soon as you entered the dormitory, Zhang Bin and Tian Donghua covered their noses.

"My hands and feet are a little rheumatized. A friend of my father prescribed a few pairs of Chinese medicine for me to soak my hands and feet." Yang Ming had thought of a countermeasure on the subway. Otherwise, Zhang Bin and Tian Donghua would definitely be suspicious.

When he heard that it was important to treat the disease, Zhang Bin and Tian Donghua lost interest and continued to watch TV.

Yang Ming’s dormitory has no kitchen, only an electric cooker I bought when I went out with Chen Mengyan yesterday, so Yang Ming put it in water and decocted the medicine. Although it was not as good as open fire, he could only make do with it.

"Damn, what are you doing!" Zhang Bin complained: "Hurry open the window. You want to smother us with such a big smell of medicine!"

"If you miss, just say it. There are so many things!" Yang Ming said with a glaring eyes.

"Shh!" Tian Donghua stretched out a finger to his mouth, then pulled Zhang Bin and said, "Small sound, that guy is so fierce, aren't you afraid of being beaten?"

"Ha!" Zhang Bin laughed: "He is joking, you can't even listen to this?"

"Damn, I'm scared!" Tian Donghua shook his head.

After Yang Ming decocted the Chinese medicine, he was too lazy to use gauze to filter the residue. Anyway, it was used to soak the hands and feet, so he didn't drink it. So he poured it directly into a basin and went back to the house to soak the hands and feet.

The next day, Yang Ming got up very early. When the alarm clock of his mobile phone rang, the genius was dazzled. Yang Ming yawned, quickly put on his clothes, and left the dormitory building.

It was autumn and it was still very dark. It was only 4 o'clock, and the students who were practicing in the morning had not yet come out. Yang Ming walked towards a small woods north of the school. This was a wasteland that the school had just bought and had not been developed yet. Because there were no small roads, there were very few students here. However, in the summer, I heard that there were couples here fighting in the wilderness. This was also a rumor. Yang Ming was a freshman, and it was impossible to confirm it. But now no one here is sure.

Yang Ming found a poplar tree that looked quite thick but did not have so many scars, and started boxing. One, two, three... At the beginning, Yang Ming was a little uncomfortable, but after getting used to it, Yang Ming didn't feel anything anymore.

The traditional Chinese medicine yesterday was indeed very useful. With such a powerful blow, Yang Ming's hand was just slightly red and did not swell. Of course, the pain was certain, but it was not serious.

Soon, three hours passed. Yang Ming looked at his watch and it was already past seven o'clock. Although there was no one passing by here, he was afraid that the school security guards would come to patrol.
Chapter completed!