Smelting and Exploding the Heavens

Chapter 74
A young woman happened to be sitting alone on the table next to Fan Zhuoyuan's right hand. The blue cloth package was placed on the table, and a pair of circular weapons could be seen hidden in the gap. No one else dared to sit at the same table with her.

The woman showed arrogance after hearing the words, while the nearby quacks with black noses and swollen eyes who seemed to have suffered at her hands showed deep approval.

This time, when it came to single women, no one came to trouble the old man, and his complacency surged up again.

He continued: "There is another Tong, do you know what it is?"

The grandson frowned and shook his head slightly, "Are there any children who walk the rivers and lakes alone?"

"A child from a good family, who would come to the rivers and lakes?

Like the children you can see in the rivers and lakes, either someone is holding a rope behind them as a bait, or some dwarfs with ulterior motives are pretending to be.

The former is a trap, and the latter is the king of Hades. Do you think you should stay away from it? "

There was no lone child at the scene, only a middle-aged couple in plain clothes was feeding their child in a seat behind Fan Zhuoyuan.

That child is already eleven or twelve years old, but he is as arrogant as a son-in-law. He doesn't eat this or that, complains about this, complains about that, very naughty.

The couple just fed the meal and comforted them lightly, but there was no expression on their faces.

After listening to these words, the grandson thought for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking: "Grandpa, aren't the four types of people you mentioned are the four types of people that are very common in the Jianghu, and if you walk in the Jianghu like this, isn't it true that everyone will have a good time?" Can't afford it?"

When the people around heard this, they all pricked up their ears, wanting to know what this old man who has been walking in the rivers and lakes for decades has not died.

The old man said solemnly at this time: "Walking in the rivers and lakes, we can't take the initiative to cause trouble, but we can't be afraid of trouble either!

Jianghu is a place where the weak are bullied and the strong are feared. Telling you not to mess with the four types of people who are not easy to mess with is to make you wise and safe.

If people push forward and press every step of the way, you can't shrink your eggs at critical times!But we must also consider the situation and know how to advance and retreat.

Of course, with such a big world, it's not like everyone can't afford to mess with it. "

As he spoke, the old man pursed his lips, and with his chin, ordered Fan Zhuoyuan who had already ordered food not far away and was eating.

Naturally, Fan Zhuoyuan also heard the experience of the grandpa and grandson's journey through the rivers and lakes. When talking about others, he felt very interesting in his heart, and only listened to gossip.

The subordinates ate very quickly, and finished six bowls of rice one after another, one roast chicken, one plate of braised pig's feet, two plates of green vegetables, and a catty of wine.

Just now I ordered another plate of fried haggis, ready to eat two more bowls of rice with the haggis before going on the road.

But he didn't expect the old man to talk about himself in the end. He was very interested and planned to see what he planned to say.

The grandson saw that his grandfather meant Fan Zhuoyuan, a giant with an unbelievably strong body, and said in surprise, "Grandpa, that man is not easy to mess with!"

The old man said disdainfully: "You are superficial. Those who really possess high-level martial arts are all unremarkable. Even clean palms and delicate skin are better than you and me. This is called returning to basics.

Just like the Daoist Changchunzi of the Quanzhen Sect back then, he could hold a tripod with one hand and fight with the Seven Heroes of the South of the Yangtze River by himself.And Yang Guo, the Condor Hero, even broke an arm, and still took the life of Mengge Khan among the thousands of troops.

The real masters are all hidden in the city. Only those who can't find superior exercises and can only practice superficial punches and kicks can develop a good physique.

It may be difficult for seven or eight people to get close, but that's all. Facing real masters, such superficial foreign skills are useless.

Don't look at some people who look strong, but their foundations are actually very weak. You must know that the outer kung fu trains muscles, bones and muscles, and the upper limit is too low. How can they compare with inner kung fu masters.

If this kind of people who practice foreign martial arts are not strong, how can they bluff others when they walk in the rivers and lakes.

So, if you really have conflicts with people in the future, you don't have to be too afraid when you see that the other party is a muscular, tall man.

Even if you can't beat it alone, if you fight shoulder to shoulder with a few people, you will rarely suffer a disadvantage!
Hmph, your grandfather and I have traveled all over the rivers and lakes, and I have seen a lot of people who are strong outside but capable, and I have never misjudged them. "

The quacks nearby couldn't help laughing, and their malicious eyes focused on Fan Zhuoyuan, who was in the middle of the restaurant at some point, as if he was surrounded.

Fan Zhuoyuan was also stunned for a moment, with his physique and appearance, when he usually eats in restaurants, he always has a halo of being passive and clean, and few people dare to dine under the same roof as him.

Today was a good day, but he was surrounded by everyone, even two low-ranking grandfathers and grandchildren dared to laugh at him for his lack of physique and muscles, as if he was strong on the outside but capable on the inside.

Fan Zhuoyuan couldn't help looking at the grandpa and grandson, but he didn't expect that the old man seemed to have drunk too much yellow soup, and he yelled at himself with a look of disdain: "What are you looking at! I can see that you are a tall man who can only eat. Too much, is there anything unconvinced!"

As he said that, he slapped the simple knife on his waist on the dining table, fully showing his grandson what is meant by "bullying the weak and fearing the hard" in the Jianghu.

Fan Zhuoyuan was stunned for a moment, not interested in venting his anger with the two idiots, and continued to eat.

At this time, the old beggar lying under the eaves of the restaurant sat up, stretched his waist and yawned, and said casually, "If you can eat so much, you won't be a starving ghost on Huangquan Road."

Among the Taoist priests sitting at the dining table behind Fan Zhuoyuan, the leader sneered and said, "Yes, if you eat so much, if you poison it, even if it's a small amount, you don't need to do it."

The single woman sitting on Fan Zhuoyuan's right hand side unwrapped the green cloth package, which contained a pair of Ziwu mandarin ducks, and she also had a mocking smile on her face, and said, "It's even poisonous to deal with a wine bag and rice bag that only a tall man can eat. How can it be spread?" It's not being laughed at by fellow Jianghu."

"Amitabha, that benefactor seems to have a way to tell whether the food has been poisoned, or what benefactor He said is right, with so many friends in the world, there is no need for such low-level methods."

It was a fat monk sitting on the table in front of Fan Zhuoyuan who spoke.

At this time, the man who always wore a bamboo hat at the table in the upper right corner took off his hat, took out the weapons in the package and began to assemble them.

After the leader assembled the weapon, it turned out to be a flower gun.

This person is Hu Qi, who once worked for Hojo Tokimune, the shogunate in Harima, Japan, training the army and manufacturing crossbows to fight against Fan Zhuoyuan.

At that time, Hu Qi saw that Hojo Tokimune's power was gone, so he escaped from the battlefield at night, and then smuggled to the Central Plains by boat.

Afterwards, when he came to the south of the Yangtze River, he planned several assassination plans against Fan Zhuoyuan's family. Although they failed under the intervention of the imperial garrison, the Fan family was still worried all day long.

Holding a gun, he came near Fan Zhuoyuan, and said sarcastically, "You worked for the Yuan court and conquered Japan, but in the end you didn't get any real power to reward you, and you ended up alone. You won't regret it after today!"

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　　One Dynasty, Two Religions, Three Sea Islands, Four Cities, Five Directions and Six Great Clans, Seven Swords, Eight Gates and Nine Peerless Worlds, Hermits from Ten Directions Gather in Mountains and Forests.

　　The scorching yellow sand desert, the dark and endless overseas isolated island, the ancient villa with sword aura, the hidden family with masters like clouds, and the paradise with floods.

　　There are Avalokitesvara emerging from the lake, there are hermits coming from the mountains, there are holy monks weeping blood and parting, there are real people feasting on the wind and making clouds, there are sword gods like the bright moon dividing clouds, and there are demon masters who are ruthless but sentimental.

　　I have a knife, the name of the knife is gentle;
　　I have a sword, the name of the sword is Changsheng;

　　I have one heart, and my heart is named Happy;

　　I have a purpose, the meaning is infinite!

　　Looking back in shock, beside the Wuding River, there are bones like a forest;
　　Looking back, the mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the beauties are like flowers!
　　


(End of this chapter)