Lan Ling's notebook was placed in the dormitory first. Yang Ming planned to find a time to give it to her during the holidays. Because there were more important things to do now.
Yang Ming looked at the time. It was almost time to go to Fang Tian's place. Yang Ming's heart was filled with excitement and longing. King of Assassins, what a shocking and awesome title!
Today, Yang Ming didn't drive. Instead, he took the subway to Shanty Town. It wasn't because Yang Ming didn't want to drive, but he was afraid that driving every night would arouse Zhang Bin's suspicion.
Therefore, Yang Ming decided 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 was already there. When he saw Yang Ming, he smiled and nodded. "Second Junior Brother, you are here."
"Second Junior Brother?" Yang Ming sweated. "Your title is a bit ambiguous. It sounds like Zhu Bajie."
"Ha, you really know how to Association." Dong Jun smiled. "Master is already waiting for you in the house."
"Okay, I didn't expect you to be Old Man Fang's apprentice!" Yang Ming smiled.
"Old Man Fang?" Dong Jun was stunned. "Why are you so disrespectful to your master?"
"It's okay. I am used to it." When Dong Jun's voice just fell, he heard Fang Tian's hearty voice. "Yang Ming, you can be disrespectful to me, but you can't be disrespectful to the founder. In a while, your apprenticeship ceremony will also be my ceremony to close the mountain. It means that the old generation of King of Assassins has retired, and the new generation of King of Assassins is born. "
"So formal?" Yang Ming didn't expect this kind of one-on-one teaching to have so many rules, but he still said very obediently, "Okay, I understand."
In Fang Tian's small house, everything had been prepared beforehand. On an ancient square table, there was an incense burner, and a portrait was enshrined on it. The curtains in the house were already closed. Fang Tian said to Yang Ming, "Yang Ming, come here."
When Yang Ming saw that the atmosphere was very solemn, he didn't dare to have the slightest neglect. He walked forward obediently and listened to Fang Tian's instructions.
"Kneel down." Fang Tian pointed at a small futon under the incense table. Yang Ming quickly knelt down. After a long time, Fang Tian slowly said, "Ancestor, the fourth generation King of Assassins, Fang Tian, will wash his hands of the golden basin from today onwards and pass on his mantle to Yang Ming. He will become the king of assassins of the fifth generation. "
After saying that, Fang Tian bowed deeply and said to Yang Ming, "Kowtow three times."
Yang Ming obediently kowtowed three times.
"Okay, that's enough." Fang Tian nodded and let Yang Ming stand up.
Yang Ming secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the procedure was not very complicated.
"In the future, you have to call me master and Senior Brother Dong Jun." Fang Tian said faintly, "Of course, if you are not used to it, it's fine to call me old man. A name is just a name. After you become a qualified assassin, there will be a variety of names to match and cover your identity. "
Then, Fang Tian started to teach Yang Ming some things. Dong Jun naturally had to leave. Although Dong Jun was also Fang Tian's disciple in name, the King of Assassins could only have one successor.
After Dong Jun left, Fang Tian said faintly, "Let me see your strength. Hit me."
"What?" Yang Ming didn't dare to say anything else, but when it came to strength, it wasn't a joke. Yang Ming could lift a person who weighed a hundred pounds with one hand. His strength was imaginable. Now, Fang Tian actually asked Yang Ming to hit him!
Yang Ming looked at Fang Tian's skinny appearance and wondered, Can he withstand my punch? But when he saw Fang Tian's calm appearance, he still punched him, but he only used half of his strength.
However, Fang Tian grabbed Yang Ming's arm casually and said faintly, "Is this also strength? Where is the strength you used to hit Yu Xiangde in the detention center? Didn't you eat today? "
Yang Ming was annoyed by Fang Tian's words. He wanted to pull back his hand and hit him again, but he was shocked to find that his hand was stuck and couldn't move at all! Yang Ming was shocked. It was always him who stuck the other person's arm, but today … Yang Ming realized that Fang Tian was a master! Not only was he a master of speed and skill, but he also had a terrifying strength.
"Strength is the most basic quality of an assassin, but it's not the most important." Fang Tian let go of Yang Ming's hand and said faintly, "Most of the time, killing doesn't require strength."
"In other words, my strength isn't enough?" asked Yang Ming.
"It seems that you are still far from it. I'll give you another chance. Let me see. "Fang Tian shook his head.
Yang Ming didn't dare to hold back this time. He punched heavily at Fang Tian. Fang Tian still grabbed Yang Ming's arm casually, then nodded and said, "Not bad. It's much stronger than the previous punch. The time you need to train your strength can be shortened a lot. At least it's shorter than my time. "
Yang Ming breathed a sigh of relief after listening. It seems that I finally got Fang Tian's approval.
"I have ten sets of Chinese medicine here. You can use them to soak your hands and feet every night." Fang Tian pointed at a plastic bag on the ground and said, "Then, when you wake up in the morning, find a big tree and kick it for ten days. More than three hours a day. Come and find me after ten days. "
"Ah? There isn't any routine or fist technique? "asked Yang Ming strangely. Because it sounded a bit reckless!
"No need. My medicine is to promote the development of your bones and protect your hands and feet from injury." Fang Tian said faintly, "After ten days, the big tree should be dead due to broken meridians. If it's still alive, it proves that I overestimated your strength. "
Broken meridians? Why does it sound like the "Seven Injures Fist" in the wuxia novel? However, Yang Ming didn't dare to ask more. Fang Tian must have his reasons for saying so. So, he nodded and said, "I will try my best."
"Okay, it's late. You can go back first. " Fang Tian handed the Chinese medicine to Yang Ming and said, "Simmer it in a clay pot 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 Song Jiang Industry University. Yang Ming felt that it was really incredible. He had done two good deeds casually and saved the two old men. These two old men had given him a big benefit.
"What are you holding? Why does it smell like Chinese medicine? "When they entered the dormitory, Zhang Bin and Tian Donghua covered their noses.
"My hands and feet are a bit rheumatic. My dad's friend gave me some Chinese medicine to soak my hands and feet." Yang Ming thought of a countermeasure on the subway. Otherwise, Zhang Bin and Tian Donghua would definitely be suspicious.
Once they heard that it was important to treat the illness, Zhang Bin and Tian Donghua lost interest and continued to watch TV.
Yang Ming's dormitory didn't have a kitchen. There was only an electric pot that he bought yesterday with Chen Mengyan. So, Yang Ming used the electric pot to boil the medicine. Although it wasn't as good as boiling it with an open flame, it could only be used.
"Damn, what are you doing?" Zhang Bin complained, "Hurry up and open the window. There is such a strong smell of medicine. Do you want to suffocate us to death?"
"If you want to die, just say it. Why are you so troublesome?" Yang Ming said with a glare.
"Shh!" Tian Donghua put a finger on his mouth and then pulled Zhang Bin. "Lower your voice. That guy is so fierce. Aren't you afraid of being beaten?"
"Ha!" Zhang Bin was amused. "He was joking. Can't you hear it?"
"Damn, you scared me!" Tian Donghua shook his head.
After Yang Ming finished boiling the Chinese medicine, he was too lazy to filter the dregs with gauze. Anyway, it was used to soak the hands and feet, not to drink. So, he poured it directly into the basin and went back to soak his hands and feet.
The next day, Yang Ming got up early. When the alarm on the phone rang, the sky was just bright. Yang Ming yawned, quickly put on his clothes and left the dormitory.
It was autumn. The sky was still dark. It was only four o 'clock. The students who were doing morning exercises hadn't come out yet. Yang Ming walked towards a small forest on the north side of the school. This was a wasteland that the school just bought. It hadn't been developed yet. Because there was no path, there were very few students here. However, in the summer, it was said that there were couples having sex here. This was also a rumor. Yang Ming was a freshman, so it couldn't be confirmed. But now, no one here was sure.
Yang Ming found a white poplar tree that looked thick and didn't have so many scars. He began to punch it. One, two, three … At first, Yang Ming was still a little uncomfortable, but after getting used to it, Yang Ming didn't feel anything.
Yesterday's Chinese medicine was indeed very useful. With such a strong blow, Yang Ming's hand was only slightly red, but it didn't swell. Of course, the pain was certain, but it wasn't a big deal.
Very soon, three hours had passed. Yang Ming looked at his watch. It was already seven o 'clock. Although there weren't many people here, he was afraid that the school's security would patrol.
Yang Ming didn't want to be suspected, so after leaving a mark on the tree, he quickly left.
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