Chapter 457 I am a bastard

The grazing site is extremely simple, two dilapidated wooden houses and a short wall made of yak dung blocks are all the grazing site.

Fortunately, a stream with clear water flowing appeared on the hillside, and Fang Jian decided to set up his garrison here for the time being.

The tent was quickly placed on the open space, and the Tibetans were busy, and Fang Jian stood on the hill and watched from a distance.

Several piles of cow dung were burning, and the large pot on top was cooking mixed food, the smoke drifted away, and there was a sound of laughter in the camp.

"Sir, what are you thinking?"

Zhongjia came to Fang Jian and looked at Fang Jian with beautiful big eyes.

Fang Jian turned around and looked at the beautiful Tibetan girl with a smile on his face. Along the way, Zhong Xia was not pretentious and tirelessly comforted his tribe members. His face was always full of smiles and his eyes were always full of hope. This surprised and satisfied Fang Jian.

"Nothing, I'm thinking about how to defend, waiting for a meeting, let's arrange it."

Fang Jian said with a smile, and Zhong Xia nodded gently, as if she knew that Fang Jian was confident and as long as she followed his arrangements, everything would be foolproof.

The sword in the back of the simple dinner called Doji's father, Johnson and Johnson and two middle-aged Tibetan men together, and Miss Luo Rong Zhongjia also surrounded the bonfire.

The bonfire reddened everyone's faces. Fang Jian took a sip of hot butter tea and said to Doji: "Dad, starting today, we will strengthen the safety of the camp and defend according to the standards of the military camp. What do you think?"

Old Man Doji said devoutly: "My tribe and I follow the arrangements of all the teachers. We do not need to ask for opinions. We will implement them seriously."

Johnson and two other Tibetan men did not speak, but just lit their heads.

Fang Jian was not pretentious and immediately made arrangements. More than 30 large trucks surrounded the tents in the center, and more than 20 men were set as light and dark posts. Fang Jian himself took Weizai to the center, and the posts were divided into three shifts. After careful arrangements, everyone took the order.

"Sir, they are still waiting for you."

Zhongxia said in a low voice with a red face.

they?

Fang Jian was stunned and saw Zhongxia pointing in the direction of the tent. Then he remembered that he had agreed to help women and children improve their physical fitness at the station. In fact, ordinary Tibetans did not know the role of crystals and true qi. What they cared about was that the Bodhisattva could help them induce the initiation, which was a very glorious thing.

Fang Jian stopped after midnight, but fortunately he brought enough white crystals. It seemed that he had to temporarily feel wronged Weizai in the future. These were originally its food rations.

Fang Jian got up and walked out of the tent of women and children, walked towards another tent, Johnson and Johnson followed behind and said, "Sir, go and have a rest!"

"It's okay, I'll go and see Pingcuo. How is his injury?"

The old man Doji was napping in the tent. Zhong Xia sat beside Pingcuo, wrapped in a felt blanket. There were still tears on her face under the light of the fire. Fang Jian's arrival woke her from her sleep, and she shouted at a loss: "Sir, come and pull her!"

Fang Jian stopped Zhong Xia who had stood up and waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I'll take a look at his condition."

After untiing the bandage on Pingcuo's waist, the wound had healed a lot and was not infected. Fang Jian covered his hand around the wound, and the milky white energy slowly moistened Pingcuo's wound. Pingcuo woke up and looked at Fang Jian in front of him in a daze.

Pingcuo's expression was complicated. Looking at Fang Jian who was busy in front of him, Fang Jian's expression was focused and sweat was revealed in his temples.

"Don't be distracted, swallow this."

Fang Jian took out a white crystal and fed it to Pingcuo's mouth. The five elements of vital energy adjusted his internal organs along his meridians.

The breath flows through Pingcuo meridians. Hey, there is actually a faint breath in the meridians to cater to it. This guy has practiced martial arts, but he has actually practiced the breath?

Fang Jian was a little surprised and looked at Pingcuo and said, "Calm your heart, adjust your breath, and return your breath to your dantian."

Slowly guiding Pingcuo's breath and slowly explaining the key points, Pingcuo's breath was a little confused, his face turned slightly red, and gradually calmed down. With the help of Fang Jian, the breath ran a cycle.

Zhong Xia, who was sitting next to Pingcuo, actually breathed. Fang Jian's explanation seemed to be enlightened to her, and she suddenly became enlightened, and she began to breathe without realizing it.

Fang Jian looked at the siblings strangely. Could it be that they were all martial arts geniuses and they met two of them at once?

Old Man Doji had already woken up and looked at Fang Jian blankly, feeling full of gratitude.

After the treatment, Fang Jian carefully looked at the young man in front of him. His handsome face was somewhat similar to Wu Junjie, but his frown brow seemed to have a hint of sadness.

Fang Jian said to Doji: "He is fine and needs a good rest. I will come to see him again."

Fang Jian stood up and was about to leave, and the young man spoke: "Sir... are you a Han Chinese?"

Fang Jian turned around and looked at Pingcuo who was half lying, his brows were still tightened, his face slightly red, as if there were endless thoughts hidden in his heart.

Fang Jian smiled slightly and said, "Han people are from Jiazhou. Why? Do you have any ethnic differences?"

"Pingcuo, don't be disrespectful to sir!"

Old man Doji said anxiously, Fang Jian waved his hand with a smile and said calmly: "Child, now is the end of the world. Everyone should unite and overcome difficulties together, regardless of race. To be bigger, we are all Chinese nation, aren't we?"

"No, I don't have a nation, I'm a bastard!"

Pingcuo's eyes showed pain and great resentment.

"Brother, you can't say that."

Zhong Xia screamed and stretched out his hand to cover Pingcuo's mouth. Fang Jian stopped. It seemed that this young man had a strange background, but he was a person with a story.

Fang Jian looked at Pingcuo's eyes and said softly: "Child, no matter what you have experienced, it is God's gift to come to this world. No one is a purebred, and naturally no one is a bastard. You are very similar to my little disciple. We can talk more when we have time."

"Pingcuo, thank you sir, thank you Bodhisattva, call you Master!"

Doji beside him screamed excitedly, Fang Jian was stunned, but he didn't expect that this old man Doji was so anxious.

Pingcuo was stunned, but instead looked up and asked, "Are you really willing to teach me?"

Fang Jian smiled bitterly in his heart, but with a smile on his face: "You should have practiced martial arts. Today I have taught you some martial arts. When your health is good, I will teach you if you want."

Fang Jian left the tent, leaving Dorji, who was staying in the tent, and Zhongxia and Pingcuo. After a while, excited laughter broke out in the tent, especially Zhongxia's silver bell-like laughter came from far away.

Hearing the laughter, Fang Jian shook his head, he was always so good at being a teacher, hey! Forget it, wait until you get a good body. If the child has a good character, then take another apprentice!

(End of this chapter)

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