Fang Qingyan was stunned, then sneered, and said, "What are you going out? Do you want to take me to complain?"

Meng Shuai stared at him with good eyes, pinched his hands, made a fist gesture, and said, "You know what I mean. Unless you dare not."

Fang Qingyan looked at Meng Shuai up and down and said, "Do you fight? Forget it. I have important things now and I don't have time to support you."

Meng Shuai said in surprise: "What?"

Fang Qingyan said: "I am a ruler. Although you hate it, you are not a bad person. If I accidentally crippled you, why don't you support you for the rest of my life?"

Meng Shuai took a deep breath and suddenly made a move. His fingers were like hooks, and he inserted his eyes into Fang Qingyan.

Fang Qingyan didn't expect that he suddenly took action, and he raised his head in a hurry and let the thrust. Unexpectedly, Meng Shuai made a false move, his arm sank, pressed the big iron spear in Fang Qingyan's hand, stretched out his hand and pulled it, and said, "Get it."

Fang Qingyan hurriedly tried to hold it, but his reaction was slower, and with a sting, the iron spear had been pulled out of his hand.

Meng Shuai took a step back, held the iron spear on the ground, and said, "Let's just do it without any wrecking me. The school is not a place for fighting, you come out and decide the winner outside." As he said that, he turned around, inserted the iron spear back into the shelf by the wall, and made a "bang" sound.

Fang Qingyan felt the palms were hot and looked down. When he pulled the gun just now, he had already gotten a little skinny. He raised his head and said, "Okay, it's interesting. Let's go out."

When we walked outside the town, the sunset completely sank under the horizon, put away the last trace of afterglow, and night fell.

Everything in the fields was silent, and only the rumbling sound of water was left, like the thunder in the dry days.

That was the sound of the river.

Gualingdu, a small town outside the mouth of the mouth, is a market that naturally formed by a ferry connecting the river and the official road.

Yellow sand, river water, caravans driving camels and mules and horses are the eternal themes of the town.

Meng Shuai stood on the river bank, looking through the thick night, watching the river water with waves and white foam rolling eastward, as if he was back to the scene of standing on the bank of the Yellow River in his previous life to watch the tide. The memories of the past surged into his heart, blurring the boundaries between the two lives in an instant.

"What are you doing? Come down."

Meng Shuai came to his senses and saw that Fang Qingyan was already standing on the flat Hezhou, staring at him with bright eyes, and walked down from the river bank, standing opposite Fang Qingyan.

On the white sandbar, two teenagers came to stand up and confronted each other.

Fang Qingyan took a breath, took the lead and punched him. Meng Shuai also responded head-only, and followed with one punch. The two of them hit the air and made a bang.

Both of them took a step back at the same time, and their arms were numb and no one took advantage. Fang Qingyan was surprised. When Meng Shuai pulled the big gun out of his hand just now, he knew that the man was very strong, but Meng Shuai suddenly attacked and he caught him off guard. He couldn't say that his strength was not as strong as his. On the contrary, he was confident that when facing the enemy head-on, Meng Shuai must be inferior to his.

Practicing boxing and martial arts is originally intended to strengthen strength, and even more so to use strength. Fang Qingyan reached the state of running horses. However, his strength has slowly increased, but he has already seen the way to use strength. He can mobilize the strength of the whole body and condense it on his fist to gather and disperse. He has ten strength. If others can use three points, he can score seven points in an instant.

Meng Shuai can not lose his advantage even if he fights head-on. Could it be that he is born with divine power and twice as powerful as himself?

Or has he reached the level of success?

Before he could think clearly, Meng Shuai's fist came again. Fang Qingyan put aside his distracting thoughts and focused on the fight. The two fists and feet fists and immediately fought together, and pieces of sand and dust rose in Hezhou.

In fact, the two of them are still young and fight with each other empty-handed. They are more nervous and not very intense. They are just one punch and one kick, but they never fight head-on like the first time. Instead, they are like counterattacking, and they are like fists and arm-mounting, and they doves, and they roll dozens of moves, but they are not sure of the outcome.

In addition to the two of them having similar strengths, this draw situation is also because they both use a set of boxing techniques, long-lived punches.

Nowadays, the martial arts style is the most prosperous in the world, and martial arts are practiced everywhere. Eight of the ten martial arts practitioners use this long-lived fist to gain enlightenment. This set of boxing techniques is low, widely circulated, simple tricks, but regular postures, and move to every joint of the whole body. It is most suitable for children to be familiar with the boxing path and cultivate strength.

Unfortunately, this long-lived boxing is used to fight the enemy but lacks the tricks and changes of attacks, which seems too moderate. When fighting, it is about fighting and responding to the on-the-spot.

Fang Qingyan attacked dozens of times, but slowly gained the upper hand. Meng Shuai retreated repeatedly, and was gradually suppressed when he encountered dangerous moves. He had more patrols and less attacks. Fang Qingyan knew that Meng Shuai was better than himself, whether it was strength or adaptability. However, although Meng Shuai was not strong in explosive power, his breath was long and his strength was continuous. He was forced to lose several times, but he could always take a breath. This was also anxious to retreat.

Suddenly, Fang Qingyan used a false move. Meng Shuai sideways and avoids it, but he feels the sound of the wind and sweeps a whip leg without a trace.

Logically speaking, there is no such leg technique in Changming Fist. This angle and force are unprecedented in Meng Shuai. He could not avoid it for a while and was swept on his leg and fell to the ground with a snap.

The Hezhou area was filled with soft sand and soil. Meng Shuai didn't hurt to fall. He just didn't get up and couldn't get up for a while. He lay on the ground and saw Fang Qingyan's leg in front of him. Suddenly, he buckled his ankle with both hands and dragged him horizontally. Kucha let out a sound and actually pulled Fang Qingyan to the ground.

This time it is not boxing, but wrestling, also called slumping, and it can be considered a kind of martial arts, but most of them are children's games. Drawing a circle and falling around and falling. Such tricks like lying on the ground holding someone else's feet and dragging them down are scoundrels, and secondly, it is useless. Those who practice martial arts are stable and cannot fall so easily. Secondly, who with an experienced warrior will let the enemy fall at their feet and not beware of it? Not to mention slamming them, if they really hold the weapon and cut them down, they will be disabled even if they don't die.

Fang Qingyan suffered a loss of experience in facing the enemy and was suddenly tripped to the ground. Meng Shuai roared and rushed forward to ride him to suppress him. Fang Qingyan turned over and fought with him, trying to press him down, but instead pressed him down. The two of them rolled around on the sandbank, and they couldn't say anything about boxing. They were just fighting like naughty boys, trying to suppress the other party.

After rolling for a long time, they rolled onto a rock, and with a bang, they knocked the two of them to let go of their hands and dispersed each other.

Meng Shuai was hit on the back of his head, and for a moment, he fell to the ground with a star on his eyes. He felt his whole body beating faster and his heart was not going to be able to use any strength.

I was worried that Fang Qingyan would take the opportunity to pounce on him, but when I turned my head, I saw Fang Qingyan lying there and did not want to turn over and hit him again. I breathed a sigh of relief and lay steadily on the ground, staring at the starry sky above my head.

No matter how many times I look at it, I still feel that the starry sky in this world is beautiful. The stars are brilliant and flickering. He has never seen the Milky Way clearly in a metropolis, but it is so clear at this time.

Why are there galaxies, Beidou, and similar constellations here? Do you share the same starry sky with the earth?

"You won't die, are you?"

When the sound rang out, Meng Shuai suddenly woke up, turned over and sat up, and said, "I'm cheating." Then he felt a severe pain in the back of his head, and he leaned weakly on the big stone. He raised his hand and said, "Then he died again."

Fang Qingyan was stunned, suddenly laughed, sat up with the stone, and said, "You are quite easy-going, different from what I heard." His tone was gentle, without the intention of showing his sharpness just now.

Meng Shuai rubbed his nose and said, "What, have you heard of my temperament? Where did you hear it?"

Fang Qingyan said: "Listen to the people in the school, they say you..." The school has a very bad reputation for the waiter of the Zhong family. In addition to the industry of eating and waiting to die, he also has a eccentric and irritable temper, making trouble for nothing, and turning against others. However, there is no need to say such words. He directly changed the topic and said, "I didn't expect that you are also very good at it. Did you practice it yourself in private?"

Meng Shuai said: "That's right." The one who practiced hard in private was not him, the time traveler, but the original owner of this body. Of course, he had never relaxed after all these days.

Fang Qingyan said: "Since you have the ability, why don't you show up? There are so many people outside who look down on you."

Meng Shuai said disrespectfully: "Where do I have that time?"

Fang Qingyan was stunned and looked at him and said, "Everyone said I am arrogant, but I think you are the real arrogance. Such a person who doesn't care about other people's eyes is because there is nothing outside his heart. Do you treat others like grass? It's such a big magnificent."

Meng Shuai was ashamed - he was not a person of the top level? He really had no time. He was sleeping during the day, got up after school, and practiced boxing all night at night. Where did he have time to promote his skills?

However, due to the time difference, he usually doesn't see a few peers, and it's true that he doesn't take their comments seriously. If he hadn't met Fang Qingyan, he wouldn't have known that he had become a laughing stock.

Fang Qingyan suddenly leaned back and said, "But there is no need for you to do this. Ninety-nine percent of the people in this world are snobbish. The more capable you have, the more respect you can be. According to me, you might as well come out to fight in the future, otherwise the cat and dog will not take you seriously."

Meng Shuai found it funny, but Fang Qingyan was really persuading him sincerely, as if he was pointing at him and scolding someone else just now.

Fang Qingyan suddenly stood up and asked, "I see that you have made strict measures and have been taught at first glance. Famous teachers will be of great disciples, and high disciples must have famous teachers. You shouldn't come from a famous family, right? I don't believe that those idiots in the small town school can teach you."

Meng Shuai didn't answer and asked back, "What about you? Did the teacher in the school teach you your boxing skills?"

Fang Qingyan looked at him, raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't talk about my own affairs, so I shouldn't ask you either. Well, everyone has their own secrets. No matter how big your secret is, can it be bigger than mine?"

Meng Shuai was curious and wanted to ask: What's the secret?

But Fang Qingyan just said that he would not ask himself, and it is not appropriate to find out about these things now. He changed his words temporarily and said, "Ah, it's such a quiet night..."

Dada dada...

In the quiet night, there were sounds of horse hooves.

Meng Shuai suddenly felt his face turned red and felt quite embarrassed. They had just fought for half a day, and there was no ghost around him. He said something and immediately attracted the horse team. Isn't this a slap in the face?

In addition to being embarrassed, Meng Shuai was even more curious. It was not modern these days, and the road was brightly lit at 11 or 2 o'clock. Basically, there was a curfew at 8 o'clock in the evening in the town, and the official road was even darker and no one walked, even the official road was no exception. Why are there people today?

Meng Shuai turned around and poked his head out from the big rock against his back to look, but saw a convoy slowly passing the official road.

When he heard the sound of horse hooves, he thought someone was galloping, but now it seemed that the convoy was not moving fast. Especially the cart pulled by eight horses in the middle was not less than three feet long, and the body was square, like a big coffin. Just like this big guy, even if eight horses were pulled, it was not much faster.

The reason why I heard the sound of horse hooves was probably because the horses were too busy with their hooves.

Then Fang Qingyan said next to him: "It's a night driving."

Meng Shuai asked: "What is night driving?"

Fang Qingyan's voice was very light, and it sounded like a dream in the night. He said, "It used to be a branch of the Daqi Night March, but now it has been widely set up in various places in the sects, even in major sects. Look at the body of the car, made of special materials, without any gap, without any invasion of water and fire, and specializes in transporting top-secret items or important figures. If you don't know the method, you can't open it no matter what. Moreover, you only drive at night, wander at night, and hide at night, so your whole body is pitch black, which is particularly difficult to identify in the darkness. When you get into the mountains and forests, you will be almost invisible."

Meng Shuaiqi said: "I can see clearly from a distance, where is it hidden?"

Fang Qingyan hesitated for a moment and said, "According to the rules of driving at night, the dark horse can only be pulled by the dark horse. Moreover, the horse's hooves must be wrapped in cloth and must not make sounds. Also, driving at night cannot walk on the avenue, and walking in the jungle, and someone must cover it next to you... This business is not a big match."

Meng Shuai looked at the convoy of white horses, black horses and red horses, watched them gradually disappear into the night and said, "From your description, this convoy is more like a coffin-carrying funeral than night driving."

Fang Qingyan spat, and suddenly his face changed.

Meng Shuai's eyes were blurred, but he saw a afterimage from far to near, and swiftly passing by the official road.

When Meng Shuai was about to look at him again, he was suddenly pulled, his body tilted, and he fell down again, saying, "You--" and saw Fang Qingyan reaching out to press his hand on his lips, his face was gloomy, his heart trembled, and he shut up and said nothing.

After a while, there was no one in the fields. Fang Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed, knelt on the ground with one knee and half, supporting his body, and said, "It's okay, I'm leaving."

When Meng Shuai looked up again, the official road was empty and there was no one else, and he said, "Is that a human just now?"

Fang Qingyan said: "Just... a person with very good martial arts skills has passed."

Meng Shuai nodded and said, "I guessed it. The man's body is so fast, faster than a galloping horse. Unfortunately, I only saw a vague shadow. If you pull me late for a while, I might be able to see the human form."

Fang Qingyan said: "Then do you still have your life?"

Meng Shuai was stunned and said, "What do you mean?"

Fang Qingyan took a breath and said, "You saw that man fast, but I thought he was running so fast, what was he doing?"

Meng Shuai recalled a little and said, "Aren't he chasing the car in front?"

Fang Qingyan was a little surprised and said, "You actually know what he is going to do? Yes, he is chasing the car. It should be said to be stalking. The convoy was rushing late at night, which was originally a secret matter. When he went to chasing the car, it would inevitably involve more confidentiality. I don't know what happened before. At this time, you showed your face. Are you looking for death?"

Meng Shuai said a little puzzledly: "Why have to be so nervous? If we both follow us and watch the fun, we should be slashed by someone. But we stay here honestly and don't provoke him, how can we say we are looking for death?"

Fang Qingyan sneered, "How can you know the dangers of the world? Provoking it? If you look at him more, you will provoke it. Just because your martial arts are so much worse than his, you will be unable to control yourself. That person's body skills are extremely fast, and I think it is at least at the level of Vajra. With such martial arts, killing us two is just a finger. For the sake of major issues, he can move one more finger and be safe. Why not do it?"

Meng Shuai held his chin and said, "So it's really popular here. Is it like killing your whole family?"

Fang Qingyan shook his sleeves and said, "What have you seen? Have you seen revenge in the world caused by a sentence, expression, or even a look? Have you seen evil people who kill people for fun or vent their anger? Have you seen countless conspiracies that implicate countless families and villages to keep secrets? These are things that happen every day in the world. Even at my age, I have seen a few experiences in my life. You stayed in Gualingdu and are the young master of a rich family, so how have you seen these?"

Meng Shuai nodded and said, "I have heard of the sinister hearts in the world."
To be continued...