The best bear skin will be damaged after being released for a long time. Early the next morning, the fat man drove a horse into the city. He first found a famous leather merchant, made bear skins with a nitrogen, and agreed to pick it up, so he turned to Yinma Lane.

The little fat man has been learning skills longer and longer. Because not only do he have to practice his left and right hands, but he also needs to practice his two swords together. It takes a lot of time.

Mr. Gongsun is still nourishing his energy.

The fat man was not at dinner when he came, so in his impression, Mr. Gongsun seemed to never eat fireworks. He seemed to be full when he cultivated his energy every day.

"Hello Sister Lan."

"Why are you always calling it wrong?"

The little fat man suddenly felt bitter, "Sister Yan, okay."

"Well, have you been lazy lately?"

The little fat man shook his head quickly, "It's nothing. Sister Yan, look at my sword style. If you are lazy, you will be willing to be punished."

"Let's take a look." Gongsun Yan has a weak personality and a needle is hidden in the cotton. She is polite to the fat man on the surface, but he is not afraid of the board.

"Today I will teach you the last few moves." After the fat man finished dancing, Gongsun Yan spoke softly.

"Are you finished learning?" The little fat man was happy at first, and then his face was full of melancholy.

"The sword style stops, the sword strikes begin." Gongsun Yan said softly: "Thus, you are counted as entering the door."

"I understand." The little fat man has learned basic sword style these days, and he is still far from becoming a real master.

"Do you remember?" Gongsun Yan asked immediately with his arm as the sword to use the last few moves.

"Yes." The little fat man got started very quickly, and after practicing for a few times, he mastered the key points.

Looking up again, Gongsun Yan had entered into meditation.

He sighed secretly, then changed his right-hand heavy sword and waited patiently.

Sure enough, in just one stick of incense, the woman woke up slowly.

"Come?"

"Well, Sister Lan, how about you." The fat man saluted respectfully.

"Why are it a few days late?"

"The sword style that my sister taught me is more and more exquisite as she practices. I can learn the new things, so I'm late."

"It is indeed not easy to be able to understand the past and learn the new. You have already learned the sword style, and in the future, you will always review the past and learn the new." Gongsun Lan taught him several times early, so he finished teaching him before Gongsun Yan.

"What should I do?" the little fat man couldn't help asking.

"Try to practice." As he said that, Gongsun Lan took out the bamboo tube from his sleeve, and his wrist was a little white, and the nested bamboo joints stretched out one after another, turning into a bamboo sword.

"Come." In the bamboo sword, Gongsun Lan's momentum increased sharply.

Youdao is determined without hesitation! The little fat man took a deep breath and slashed out the heavy sword!

Gongsun Lanzhu's sword ticks and hits his forehead.

"Ah!" The little fat man screamed and knelt on the ground with his head in his arms.

"I am taller than you, my arms are longer than you, and my sword is longer. When facing a strong enemy, you slash hard and use a short strike. Isn't you seeking death?" Gongsun Lan scolded.

"You asked me to come." The little fat man covered his forehead and couldn't help but retort.

"Come again."

"Hmph!" The little fat man stepped forward and stabbed the heavy sword in his chest.

"Ah!" This time it was on the back. Gongsun Lan turned around and let him go, swept his wrist and gave the fat man another painful blow.

"Come again."

"ah!

"Come again!"

"ah!"

"Come again!"

...

When I was taking a shower at night, my mother still saw the scars on my body.

"Does it hurt?" My mother dipped in green salt water and gently wiped the fat man's back.

"It hurts." The fat man kept sucking, tears rolling in his eyes.

"I didn't see you hurt in the past. Did you learn swords and strike today?" My mother was indeed smart.

"Yes." Recalling the momentum that Gongsun Lanyan was condescending and hit every time he hit, the fat man secretly clenched his fists. "Mr. Gongsun is indeed extraordinary. When she looked at her with her eyes, it would be difficult to stand in front of her, let alone raising a sword. It seemed as if she had seen through her whole body."

"So she is really good at this." The mother nodded first, then shook her head again, "I heard that she became famous in Luoyang at the age of 16. When she was famous, she suddenly turned back to her old age. She vowed not to talk about the sword again. She is diligent in her career, and she will be distracted over time. How can she abandon the sword for ten years? How can you not dare to face it?"

The little fat man smiled helplessly. If he told her now that there were two Mr. Gongsun in one body, he would not know what his mother would feel.

After learning the basic sword style, the hard days of the little fat man finally came. He could grit his teeth and persevere before, but as he could withstand two or three rounds from time to time, Gongsun Lanyan, who was aroused from the desire to fight, would start the unparalleled mode without any warning, treat the little fat man as a weed, and harvest it over and over again.

Although the wildfire cannot be burned, no matter how wild the grass is, it cannot stand the knife every day!

What's more, Gongsun Lan and Gongsun Yan took turns to fight. First, they opened and blew hard together; then they were tender and tender, and this hatred continued during menopause.

Sometimes it was stormy, sometimes it was drizzling and wind. One sword followed one sword, one sword chased one sword, and one sword passed one sword hard! The fat man cried and shouted to his parents, and he could not find the sense of rhythm at all.

No matter how green the salt is, it is useless. The fat skin is covered with purple and swelling. Before it has faded, it is slapped by the bamboo sword again. Day after day, blood stasis accumulates under the skin, and a thick layer of hard scab is formed. The fat man has already felt numb to the pain, and his fingers press a deep pit on his forearm. As the blood stasis slowly oozing out, a blood pit is gathered, but he has no feeling at all!

So the wounds on my body could no longer be hidden.

Seeing his mother crying, the fat man sighed, "Mother, sword, I won't practice it anymore."

"Yeah! I won't practice anymore, I won't practice anymore!" My mother hugged her tightly, as if she was afraid that he would regret it.

The next day after abandoning the sword, the little fat man's body was in trouble.

Itchy, heart-wrenching itch.

The whole body is itchy everywhere. The most terrifying thing is that this itch comes from under the skin. Even if the skin is scratched, it will be bloody, but it cannot be stopped at all.

The little fat man even felt that only by peeling the skin of his body and rolling the muscles into the oil pan can heal itch.

Fortunately, when the mother and son were tortured, Mr. Gongsun came.

After calmly adding wood and boiling water, Gongsun threw the fat man with a skin and flesh into the bathtub.

Once it enters the water, the itchy thing stops immediately.

The fat man who had been tortured for more than half a day was exhausted and fell asleep on his back.

After carefully checking the little fat man's condition, Mr. Gongsun breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and faced his mother's cold gaze.

Although his mother's military power is mostly around zero, Gongsun dared not look at him. This is also the situation.

"Mrs. Please accept a worship from Gongsun."

"You are my son's teacher, how can I bear it?" The mother sideways, her anger still disappears between her eyebrows.

"I will get along with my husband and I will naturally have my wife." Gongsun bowed again.

"No matter what, now, what should I do?" Hearing that the fat man was breathing long and snoring sounds everywhere, his mother knew that he was fine. She slightly gathered her anger.

"Report to my wife, this suffering from flesh and blood is actually a bone that has been planted. Just wait for the blood stasis to be dissolved, and a good bone can be replaced. From then on, the sword will be fearless and the pain will not be felt."

"Isn't it the same as a puppet!" The mother finally got angry.
Chapter completed!