It's late at night.

At this time, there was no sound of people in the daytime in the pharmaceutical hall. All the pharmaceutical boys and masters went back to rest. A little bit of moonlight scattered on the ground like silver light. A few insects cries came from outside the window from time to time, which felt a sense of silence.

"Hu..." Fang Ming lay on the temporary bed made of two benches and sighed a long time.

He ignored Wang Cheng's provocation. First of all, he had small arms and calves. Wang Cheng was tall and big, and there were also a group of younger brothers who would definitely not be able to beat the other party, so he didn't have to find abuse.

After the fight, it will be even more troublesome. Wang Cheng's uncle is Wang Yin, a black-hearted herbalist who was killed by Fang Ming's previous life. It is said that this person is very slight and has a sharp eagle claw skill in his hand. Fang Ming doesn't want to try it.

Even if I decide to avenge my predecessor, it is not the present.

And this is his residence.

Ordinary pharmaceutical boys and masters who have families in the county naturally go back to live. As for those homeless boys, Huichuntang also has dormitories. Of course, the conditions are not very good. It is a big shop and more than a dozen people sleep together.

He inserted himself in before, and knew that he was resentful and had too many secrets on him, so he naturally didn't dare to live with other boys. If he didn't say anything else, Wang Cheng was there!

He volunteered to ask Manager Zheng for this errand to guard the pharmaceutical hall.

If the guard position in Huichun Hall is looking at the original medicine warehouse or the finished soup potion warehouse, it is a first-class fat and it is not the turn of Fang Ming.

But the pharmaceutical hall is different. From night to night, all kinds of medicinal materials, whether powders or finished products, have to be put into the warehouse, leaving only some valuable tools, and basically no one can appreciate them.

Besides, all the people in the county know the power of the tycoon Wang Dalien! He is a ruthless character who can almost compete with the county magistrate, and his skills are very strong. Before, whether he caught a thief or a thief, he was the same method. He pulled it out directly and beat the two water and fire sticks to death!

Every year, a few eyeless thieves and apprentices will be beaten to death and thrown into mass graves outside the city!

Therefore, they were unwilling to come and provoke Huichuntang until they had no choice. After all, the thugs in the yard here were not just for a good meal.

Despite this, few people are willing to come here to take care of it, without it, it is bitter!

Since taking on this job, Fang Ming has to get up at around Yin o'clock every day, that is, at four or five o'clock in the morning, clean the yard, organize the tools, and close the door very late at night, and even the food is cold. How could the apprentices be willing to add more hard work for no reason? The key is that they don't pay yet!

But Fang Ming took over happily and seemed quite happy.

Here, he rarely has some private space to plan something.

After lying for a while, Fang Ming pulled out a few items from under his mattress.

There were a few sheets of mulberry paper, and there were some turbid yellow dots on the paper. In the middle, a perspective view of a human body was depicted with a charcoal pen.

On the people on the drawings, symbols are marked with small dots, and there are dense small characters such as "Manzhong", "Yongquan", and "Yanggu" written next to them. It turned out to be a simple acupoint map.

Fang Ming thought about it and recorded several acupoints he saw today.

Afterwards, he memorized it several times before carefully packing the drawings.

He couldn't help but accidentally learn this knowledge of acupoints from several pulse diagnosis masters, and Huichuntang has strict orders - the stole master! Shoot! Forty sticks! Exit out of the wall!

It is very difficult to steal a teacher here. In ancient times, this specialized craft was an iron rice bowl. Ordinary people could have a life of food and clothing after getting a legacy, and even passed it to their descendants. Therefore, the supervision was extremely strict. Those doctors regarded their medical skills as the capital to maintain their lives, and even had to keep several moves for formal medical apprentices, not to mention Fang Ming's sneaking learning.

But Fang Ming had perseverance. He learned a little secretly today, looked at it again tomorrow, wrote it down every day, and thought it carefully. Over time, he learned a lot of things.

The reason why Fang Ming learned these things secretly was not that he wanted to change careers and become a doctor, but that he wanted to practice martial arts!

That’s right! It’s just practicing martial arts!

It took two or three months since we came here, and Fang Ming gradually understood some basic situations of this world.

This is Dagan, which is different from any dynasty in history in Fang Ming's memory, but the style is vaguely similar to that in ancient times.

The entire Dagan is extremely vast, facing the sea in the east, barbarian land in the north, Wu Zhuo in the south, and a large desert in the west, divided into ninety-nine states, and Yujing City is the imperial capital!

Dakan Taizu established his country with martial arts. It is rumored that it was a terrifying powerful man who broke the limits of heaven and man. In the founding war, he was alone, crossing tens of thousands of iron armor, killing generals and catching flags, and making every move. He almost created a great cause with one person!

After more than five hundred years, the martial arts trend is growing increasingly, while the power of Dagan Central Committee is declining, and various large sects emerged suddenly, and they are headed by the "Three religions and Five Sects". These martial arts sects have widely collected disciples and are rampant in the states, and even vaguely influenced the military and political power, which is difficult to curb.

Even in a large state as far away as Kangzhou, the Wulin sect has grasped the channels for promotion, and even the appointment and removal of officials must be carried out by them, otherwise they will "death" for various reasons!

In Lechun County, it is the branch of the Qingyun Sect, one of the five sects, as well as the Grand Governor's Office, and the three-legged Dajiang League, which is a united by many small sects. The Yaowang Gang is also one of the franchise members of the Dajiang League.

The head of Huichun Hall in Minglun County, Wang Dashanren, is an introductory disciple of the Medicine King Gang.

Confucianism uses literature to disrupt the law, and heroes use martial arts to violate the ban. It is precisely because they are "martial arts masters" and rely on the strong support of the Medicine King's Help that the King of Kings dared to set up a private court and take human lives aside.

Fang Ming originally believed whether there was any martial arts in this world, because the existence of the "Martial Arts Order" in his sea of ​​consciousness is a clear proof!

During this period of Huichuntang, he also saw several "masters"!

Fang Ming couldn't help but recall a strong man who looked like an iron tower. The light emitted from his eyes made Fang Ming remember it fresh, and what he could not forget was the aura that seemed like "tiger power" on the other party.

That is the naked and naked contempt of the superiors in the food chain towards the subordinates, which only suffocates Fang Ming at a glance.

The man threw out a few golden leaves and took away the best-looking old ginseng in Huichun Hall. The sage king had to accompany him to send him out with a smile.

When the other party left, Fang Ming was sure that he had seen Wang Dashanren's painful expression.

That night, Wang Daheng drank a lot of alcohol, and even beat several apprentices who made mistakes to death because of a small matter!

Since then, Fang Ming has strengthened his belief in learning martial arts!

And acting as a martial arts order was his greatest reliance!

Of course, after two or three months, the martial arts order has been launched two or three times. No matter how bad Fang Ming is, he should have learned martial arts and can do whatever he wants. How could he get to this point?

Whenever he thought of this, Fang Ming couldn't help but burst into tears and raised his middle finger speechlessly at the sky.

You, sister! The first world - Gu Long's "Seven Weapons", Fang Ming's soul traveled to a beggar. After struggling for three months, he finally realized a fact: the world of Gu Daxia is not something that a novice is at all!!!

In Gu Long's novel, the master is a master as soon as he comes out, and he doesn't even have the specific source of martial arts. He like Jin Daxia, he can tell the origin of martial arts clearly, and even have no similar strategies that buried treasures or peerless secrets.

What's even more terrifying is that the characters in Gu Long are extremely scheming. Each of them wears several masks on their faces. Each of them is an old fox that is hidden deep. They will not expose their trump card until the end, and some will be even worse. In the end, they will not expose their trump card!

Fang Ming has been in trouble for three months and almost died several times. The one who has the deepest resentment towards Gu Long's novels is poison!

In there, a waiter or a brothel prostitute or a girl who is powerless may have a magical poison. No matter what kind of master you are, you will be hit!

Of course, Fang Ming traveled through the past was a beggar, and no one wanted to deal with him with Bone Transformation and Han Jishuang, but several internal fights between beggars almost cost him his life.

As for apprenticeship or something? Don’t even think about it!

Not to mention famous sects, even ordinary martial arts schools would not take in beggars at will. Fang Ming had been wandering in the martial arts world for three months, but he had not seen the hero take his qualifications and wanted to accept him as his disciple. However, because he often crossed the boundaries, his colleagues were beaten a lot.

In the last moment, he was unlucky and actually caught up with the member of the Qinglong Association, the final boss. Fortunately, when the other party was about to silence, the three-month time limit came, and Fang Ming traveled back again.

You are so fucking, Fang Ming recalled the feeling of the steel sword about to penetrate the heart, and at this time, white hair sweat oozing out from his back.

From then on, he came to a conclusion: there are risks in traveling through time, and Gu Long must be cautious!

As a result, in the second month, he drew the legend of Lu Xiaofeng. Fang Ming chose to refuse without thinking and accumulated the time until next month.

And now? Fang Ming looked through the window and looked at the bright moon in the sky.

Buzz!

In his mind, a jade-like round token began to tremble, and various colors of light flowed, and all kinds of mysterious powers quietly condensed.

A string of oracle-like inscriptions floated on the surface of the token.

Fang Ming, who has consolidated his talent for "experience in language and writing", naturally knows what this means.

"Cross-crossing the world: The Deer and the Cauldron Time: Six Months"

Fang Ming's nose felt sore and he almost cried.

"Damn, finally the world of King Jin..."

Seeing the familiar name of the Deer and the Cauldron, Fang Ming felt as if he had seen his relatives.
Chapter completed!