Fang Yi sat in front of Master's grave for more than an hour, and it was not until the fat man ran up that he interrupted him.

Apart from Fatty and Sanpao, others really didn't dare to come up to disturb Fang Yi rashly, especially the two girls were relatively timid. I heard that Fang Yi was worshiping the master in front of the grave, so I didn't dare to come up even more.

"Old guy, this is my homemade rice wine, and I have also brought it to you..."

The fat man placed two bottles of rice wine in front of the old Taoist priest's grave. When he saw the two bottles of Moutai that Fang Yi had emptied, he couldn't help but smack his lips and said, "Old Taoist priest, change one bottle to another. Looking back, I have to take away the remaining two bottles of Moutai..."

From childhood to adulthood, Fatty and Sanpao were called by the old Taoist priest one by one. Although they wanted to be more respectful, they really couldn't call other titles, let alone be polite to the old Taoist priest. He was a bad boy who stole the old Taoist priest's monkey wine back then.

"Fatty, kowtow to my master..."

Fang Yi glanced at the fat man and said, "I even think about the bottle of wine. Look at your little prospect. If you could endure some hardship and learn more from your master, you would not have been able to catch the crooked melons and cracks sent by Zhou Hu..."

When Fatty and Sanpao went up the mountain to see Fang Yi practicing martial arts, they were curious and pestered the old Taoist priest to learn martial arts. The old Taoist priest did not refuse and taught each a set of boxing techniques to Fatty and Sanpao, telling them that as long as they practice this set of boxing, they could be considered a master in the world.

Sanpao was fine. He worked hard for a while, but later the old Taoist priest said that he had poor bones and had no future if he continued to practice. When Sanpao heard that he could not become a martial arts hero in the novel, his mind was immediately faded.

Fatty and Sanpao are different. According to the old Taoist priest, he is very suitable for martial arts. As long as he persists in practicing, he will achieve something.

However, the fat man's habit of being lazy and lazy is brought from his mother's womb. He only had three minutes of enthusiasm for practicing kung fu. Before he had been practicing for the first half of his year, he refused to practice anymore. Every time he went up the mountain, he would just take care of his errands and try a few moves in front of the old Taoist priest.

But even the foundation laid by those moves when I was a child also made the fat man very profitable. He never suffered a loss since he was a child. Fang Yi knew that the old Taoist priest taught the fat man the actual Bajiquan. If he could practice it deep, it would be no problem to deal with Zhou Zhengguang and others.

"They have electric batons, can I blame me?" The fat man shouted in dissatisfaction. He was a little resentful about the arrest. Until now, he kept it from Sanpao and Meng Shuangshuang to let them know.

"Electric baton, if you practice your kung fu, they can't even use a pistol..."

Fang Yi was too lazy to talk nonsense with the fat man, and in modern times, the uselessness of kung fu has prevailed. According to folk sayings, it is "kung fu is knocked down with one shot." The Boxer Rebellion, which claimed to be invulnerable to swords and guns, became a joke.

Fang Yi also believed that Kung Fu could not resist modern firearms in his practice. Wasn’t the famous big sword Wang Wu, who was killed by random guns in history?

However, when Fang Yi entered the realm of refining Qi and transforming into gods, he realized that although his physical body could not withstand bullets, his mental power could be awakened before hearing it. In other words, Fang Yi could not resist bullets, but could dodge bullets.

Although there has not been any experiment in this regard, Fang Yi believes that as long as someone is malicious about him, he can detect it in advance. He is confident that he will make a prediction before the other party's bullet is out of the borehole, so as to avoid the bullet's shooting.

Of course, if the other party holds a powerful submachine gun or other weapons of large-scale killing, Fang Yi has no choice. However, with his current spontaneous prediction of danger by the six senses, it is difficult for ordinary people to put Fang Yi into such a situation.

"Fatty, I don't want to become an immortal and become a Taoist master. Why is it so good to practice kung fu..." The fat man did not refute Fang Yi's words. He knew that the old Taoist priest's kung fu was very magical, and maybe he could really avoid guns and cannons.

"It's so difficult to become an immortal and a Taoist..."

Hearing the fat man's words, Fang Yi shook his head with a wry smile. He used to see his master watching the celestial phenomena at night, and he would murmur to himself and say something he couldn't understand now. However, Fang Yi guessed that the general meaning of those words was also about becoming an immortal.

But after so many years, the old Taoist priest not only failed to become an immortal, but was buried in this bowl of yellow earth.

Therefore, in Fang Yi's view, becoming an immortal and practicing Taoism was just a beautiful wish of the ancients. The reason why Fang Yi followed his master's words and went down the mountain to experience the world was that he wanted to connect what his master taught to the extreme, but he did not dare to have too much hope for practicing Taoism and becoming an immortal.

"Okay, don't become a Taoist priest when you return to the Taoist temple. Let's go and put some condoms quickly. It's okay to get a hare..."

The fat man pulled Fang Yi and walked to the Taoist temple halfway up the mountain. They picked a lot of mountain delicacies on the way when they came. If they could get some wild game, this trip to the mountain would be considered complete, and it would not be in vain that the fat man had to do all his talk and tricked his girlfriend into the village to meet his parents.

"You and Sanpao don't know how to do it, why do you have to ask me to get a trap..." Fang Yi looked at Fatty with some dissatisfaction. He said that they were all children who grew up in the mountains. Digging a pit to make a trap to trap a rabbit, etc., and it was also the specialty of Fatty and Sanpao.

"Rabbits are so condoms, but you didn't say there are wild boars nearby, so you can get a wild boar..." Fang Yi found some animal feces on the roadside. He saw that it was left by the wild boar, so he talked to everyone, but unexpectedly, he was thinking about it by the fat man.

"Okay, you guys clean the Taoist temple first, I'll look for it..."

Compared with the pork in the city at the foot of the mountain, the wild boars in the mountains are not comparable to those in the city's irrigation meat. Fang Yi hasn't eaten wild game for half a year, so he feels a little greedy when he thinks about it.

"Fang Yi, I used mushrooms to cook some soup. Do you drink the bowl first?"

Following the fat man back to the Taoist temple, Fang Yi found Man Jun busy in the kitchen. Not to mention, San Pao and two girls were working together. Man Jun held the windmill with one hand and burned firewood with the other. His movements were really decent.

"Brother Man, don't put this monkey head mushroom into the pot, it's a waste..." Fang Yi lifted the lid of the pot and looked at it, and said, "I'll make a pheasant later and use monkey head mushroom to stew the pheasant. That tastes fragrant..."

Although Fang Yi had never been to school for a day, he has never been idle since he can remember. He either practiced martial arts or recited Taoist scriptures with his master. His body always had a great demand for food. Fortunately, the Taoist temple is deep in the mountains, so he definitely didn't want to eat seafood, but he has never had many delicacies and wild game.

So when it comes to matching wild game, let alone Manjun, even the chefs at the foot of the mountain may not be as proficient as Fang Yi.

"Okay, aren't this waiting for your game?"

Man Jun responded with a smile. He felt that this trip to Fangshan was right. Man Jun only felt this feeling before he was ten years old, which was equivalent to experiencing another childhood life.

"We are here to be the right time. The animals in autumn are the most plump and taste the best..."

It will also snow in Jinling in winter, especially the snow in the mountains is bigger than in cities, so animals will reserve energy in their bodies before winter begins. In the past few years, autumn is usually the season for Fang Yi and Master to hunt.

"Old guy, you have a place to use your skills again..." After coming out of the kitchen, Fang Yi came to his master's room. After looking at the big bow hanging on the dusty wall, Fang Yi couldn't help but look moved on his face.

Although there are several guns buried in the Taoist temple, Fang Yi and the old Taoist priests used bows to hunt. The bow hanging on the wall was about 1.5 meters long. Fang Yi could not pull it to the full bow until he was fifteen years old when he was about the same height as he was now.

According to the old Taoist priest, the bow body of this bow is made of rosewood and cow horns, which is more rigid than steel and very light. The bow string is made of cow tendon. Without three to five hundred kilograms of arm strength, you can't pull the bow into a full bow shape.

Back then, the fat man was not convinced and insisted on pulling the bow, but he used his strength to pull the bow string slightly. Even in ancient times, this was definitely a strong bow that only generals could use. ——
Chapter completed!