"Three people?" Zhou Fan looked up in shock. According to the information he found out, there are more than 60 patrol teams now, so the probability of three people is too low.

"Yes, three people, one is me, and there are two deputy captains. If someone can get started, the village will definitely give the position of deputy captain and increase the treatment accordingly." Lu Kui said some emotion.

"Even if you can't really get started, you don't have to be too frustrated. Practicing the first four stylistics of "Twelve Tiger Shapes" can play a certain role in strengthening the body even if you can't get started." Lu Kui was afraid that Zhou Fan would be discouraged and refused to learn it again, so he comforted him and said.

Zhou Fan stopped talking, but carefully studied the first four stances of the "Twelve Tiger Styles". Lu Kui told him that only the patrol team could learn the "Twelve Tiger Styles", so this book cannot be taken away by Zhou Fan, and he must memorize all the first four stances.

In this way, he can practice on his own tomorrow.

As for why external circumventions are strictly prohibited?

Lu Kui said that this was stipulated in Tianliang, and he didn't know the reason for it too specific, but as far as he knew, it would be a bit difficult to deal with the monsters if the villagers who were not patrol team learned it, it would be a bit of a word to say whether they could deal with the monsters if they had learned it. However, when the village was alive and dead, those who were unwilling to join the patrol team might become some kind of hidden danger.

Zhou Fan has a good memory. He only spent half an hour memorizing the text and maps of the first four styles. After he confirmed it correctly, he asked Lu Kui for the nouns in the book that he didn't understand.

Too many are meridian acupoints and some martial arts terms. These questions are exactly what Lu Kui is most familiar with. Lu Kui's answer is not difficult.

While Lu Kui was talking, he accurately pointed out the acupoints on himself or Zhou Fan, which made Zhou Fan gain a lot.

Zhou Fan also understood that if he studied with the newcomers in the patrol team, Lu Kui would not have the patience to teach him like this. In Zhou Fan's opinion, it would be a very cost-effective business to pay one-third of his life to get Lu Kui's careful teaching.

Time gradually passed, and after Zhou Fan's mind was solved by all the questions from Lu Kui, it was already late at night.

Zhou Fan quickly stood up and said goodbye. He borrowed the fire to light the candles in the lantern.

"Then you go back first, practice it yourself tomorrow. If you don't understand, come and ask me again in the evening." Lu Kui stood up and sent Zhou Fan out.

Zhou Fan was playing the lantern, and he suddenly remembered another question. He asked quickly: "Brother Lu, can you deal with monsters by learning martial arts?"

Lu Kui laughed and said, "Afan, this is impossible. If the monster is so easy to deal with, then so many people will not die in the patrol."

"If this is the case..." Zhou Fan frowned. He wanted to say what's the use of learning?

"Afan, don't underestimate martial arts." Lu Kui said in a deep voice, "Martial arts are the basis of all practices. It may not be able to deal with most monsters, but it can make you stronger. When danger comes, those who run faster will always have more hope of survival than those who run slower."

Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment. He knew that he had thought it was because of the mistake. He said with a stern face: "Brother Lu, I remember it."

If Lu Kui hadn't reminded Zhou Fan that he would have almost contempt for martial arts, wouldn't he want to use all means to survive?

"Brother Lu, my parents said you are a monk. Is martial arts a part of your practice?"

"Didn't I tell you that martial arts is the basis of all practice?" Lu Kui was stunned for a moment and said, "This is not what I said, but what I heard from a senior in Tianliang. Just remember it."

Zhou Fan did not ask any more questions, but said goodbye and turned around and left.

Lu Kui stood by the door and looked at the lanterns gradually fading away in the darkness. He grinned, "This kid is ambitious, but he just doesn't know what his talent is?"

"It's really dark this day." Zhou Fan walked on the path with a lantern, and it was pitch black around him. He looked up at the sky.

The sky is dark and the stars and moons are invisible.

"Are the sky in this world like this?" Zhou Fan shook his head, without thinking anymore, and continued to rush home.

Zhou Fan looked around from time to time and found that he didn't have that kind of fear, and knew that the ghost was definitely not nearby.

After arriving at home, they blew out the white candles from the lanterns. The father Zhou Yimu was sitting in a hookah smoking, while Niang Guifeng was close to the oil lamp to sew clothes. They were obviously waiting for Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan felt a little warm. His parents had died when he was young in his previous life. His parents' love was very vague, but now he felt it clearly. They might not know that he was not the soul of his predecessor.

But Zhou Fan treats them as relatives in this world, and he must live well whether for himself or for them.

When Zhou Fan came back, Zhou Yimu did not ask him how he was studying, but just asked him to go to bed.

Zhou Fan cleaned up casually and went back to the room to sleep.

But when Zhou Fan woke up after he fell asleep, he suddenly saw the gray fog, and the blood cells were still hanging high in the air.

Zhou Fan was shocked. He thought it was just a nightmare, but he came back.

Where is this place? Why did he appear here when he fell asleep these two days?

Zhou Fan cannot answer these questions for the time being.

Zhou Fan took a breath. He had never seen such a strange thing before. He didn't even know what would happen if he died in this strange space?

If he hadn't been worried about dying here, he would never be able to wake up again in reality. Zhou Fan wanted to try to kill himself, and killing himself might make him wake up.

Zhou Fan thought about it and walked to the side of the boat, and carefully extended his head to look out of the railing.

A skull reflected in the mirror-like water of the gray river. The skull's empty eyes seemed to be staring at Zhou Fan.

The white skull seemed to be stuck on the river.

Zhou Fan looked at the skull, and he suddenly stretched out his hand, and a skeleton hand instantly appeared on the river mirror.

Zhou Fan took a deep breath of air conditioning, and he took a step back, retracting his head and hands because he saw strange black shadows swimming deep in the bottom of the river. He was not sure whether the black shadows would jump from the bottom of the water and bit off his head or arm in one bite.

Now it is certain that the skull and skull hands reflected on the river are his head and his hands.

Thinking of this, Zhou Fan couldn't help but stroke his face with both hands, confirming that his nose, eyebrows, and flesh were everywhere on his eyes and face, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Fan thought that it was probably because of the weirdness of the gray river that caused him to reflect the white bones when he looked at the river.

Just as he was thinking, there were waves of heart-pounding roars deep in the floating gray fog, like a sharp roar of a ghost.

Zhou Fan's eardrum was as if he was about to crack. He felt dizzy and his mind seemed to be captured.

Zhou Fan shook his head hard before he woke up.

The scream quickly became clear from far to near, and the monster with the sound was obviously approaching here at a rapid speed.

Zhou Fan became nervous. He couldn't be sure if this was a dream, but he had to think of leaving here, otherwise it would be bad if the monster arrived.

Zhou Fan turned on the deck and tried to find the entrance to the cabin, but there was no entrance on the deck.

A thunderous roar came from nearby, and Zhou Fan immediately realized that it was the monster of the sound that had arrived, and he looked in the direction of the sound.

Hurry!

There was the same sound that jumped out of the water. Two golden flames of two small houses rose from the gray fog a hundred meters away. This was the monster's eyes!

Zhou Fan's hair stood up all over his body, and the obstruction of the gray fog made him unable to see the monster's true body, but the fear in his heart completely rose.

The monster jumped up toward the wooden boat, and jumped a hundred meters. Its huge body was like a dark cloud covering the entire wooden boat. The size of this monster was too large, and Zhou Fan could not even see its basic form.

The monster's action was too fast, and Zhou Fan could not do even if he wanted to jump into the river to escape.

Whoosh!

A ray of gray hair-like light passed by Zhou Fan's left side, and the gray line snaked on the monster's belly.

The gray line is very small and is not worth mentioning compared to the monster's body, but it was such a gray line that pierced into the monster's body, and the monster let out a whine.

Its size was shrinking wildly, shrinking to the size of a palm, being pulled forward by the gray line, passing over Zhou Fan's head.

Zhou Fan's eyes moved with the monster's figure.

There was an extra square wooden table on the deck behind him, and an old man stood in front of the wooden table.

The monster eventually fell into a white jade plate on the wooden table.

The old man with silver hair was wearing a long gray suit with mist patterns on the suit. He was holding a light gray fishing rod in his hand, and the dark gray fish line on the fishing rod hooked the monster jumping on the jade plate.
Chapter completed!