Fairy Strange: Eighty Years of Boy Kung Fu in the Beginning

He Mansion, the gate.

Several family members stopped a woman in red who was about to enter the door.

"Is your dog blind?"

The woman in red pulled off the face towel that covered her face, revealing a small and delicate face like a porcelain doll.

"Miss, it turned out to be you..." Several family members were surprised.

Covering her face and revealing only her eyebrows, the woman in red looked handsome, and her temperament was completely different from when she took off the scarf.

"Got it, don't get out of the way!"

The woman in red impatiently pushed away a few people and walked into the house.

Several family members looked at each other, then shook their heads.

"These two young ladies don't know what to go crazy."

"Said that he went to the state capital to learn martial arts, and I heard that he also killed people!"

"Kill?! Then who dares to marry home?! "

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Several family members whispered.

He Youwan passed through most of the He Mansion and returned to the small courtyard where she was.

However, as soon as she opened the courtyard door, He Youwan saw He Yougui sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard.

"Little sister, are you back?" He Yougui quickly got up, "Come, brother has made tea for you, and let people prepare it early, and I will send it to you in a while."

"By the way, the bath water in the room has also been boiled."

Seeing He Yougui so attentive, He Youwan was a little surprised, but she didn't say anything more, just nodded and went back to the room.

"Hey! Xiao Wan, wait! He Yougui stepped forward to stop He Youwan, "How is Mo Tian?" This time I followed you to the ghost market, nothing happened, right? When

He Youwan heard this, she immediately understood that He Yougui was so attentive, it turned out to be for Mo Xuan.

"He himself didn't listen to my arrangement, and when I came back from my business, the others would disappear..." He

Youwan said simply.

In fact, when He Youwan came out of the ghost market heavy building, the ghost market was already closing, and most of the people had already left.

"Xiao Wan, you!" After He Yougui listened, he was anxious and angry.

"If something happens to Mo Xuan, how can I explain it to Uncle Mo? Moreover, I promised Mo Xuan!

He Yougui stomped his foot in anger.

"Obviously, he didn't listen to my arrangement! If he waits there obediently, won't he be fine?

"Xiao Wan, have you forgotten what I told you at the time? It's best not to let Mo Xuan out of your sight!

He Yougui felt like he was going to faint by He Youwan.

"He is an ordinary person, he wants to go to the ghost market, it is extremely dangerous, how can I keep an eye on her at all times? I'm not his bodyguard.

He Youwan was a little unconvinced.

In her opinion, if Mo Xuan really died, it would be better, at least, Mo Xuan's father would not come to kiss him.

"Hey! You really have to change your nature!

He Yougui did not argue with He Youwan anymore, and left the small courtyard in a hurry.

"A sick seedling, he won't live long anyway."

He Youwan returned to the room, put down her long sword, took off her red clothes, and prepared to bathe.

"This woman wants to be a warrior and make a name for herself in martial arts, how can she marry a short-lived ghost in this small place?"

He Youwan hummed softly in her mouth, raised her legs and stepped into the tub.

Stretching her waist, He Youwan lay down on her back.

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"The knife is like the wind, the wind moves with the heart..." In

the small courtyard, Mo Xuan was holding a simple knife and gesturing.

What stands out in "Drinking Wind Knife" is that it is fast, even so fast that several knives are chopped out, and only a knife shadow can be seen.

"Young Master!"

Outside the courtyard, Xiaoqing's crisp voice sounded.

In order to facilitate martial arts training, Mo Xuan came to this remote courtyard near the back door and let Xiaoqing guard outside.

Although Xiaoqing was a little unhappy, she was still very obedient and did not let others get close to here.

Putting away the Pu Dao, Mo Xuan opened the courtyard door, "What's the matter?" "

He You Gui, Young Master He has come to find you." When Xiaoqing spoke, he took the opportunity to stick his head into the door, wanting to see what Mo Xuan was tinkering with here.

Except for a knife and a few large bows leaning against the wall, Xiaoqing saw nothing.

Mo Xuan stretched out his hand and pressed Xiaoqing's head back again, "Follow me."

Xiaoqing pouted and obediently closed the courtyard door.

In the living room, He Yougui was anxiously waiting and drank all the pot of tea.

"Brother He, come here early in the morning, is there any urgency?"

Mo Xuan walked into the hall with a smile.

Seeing Mo Xuan come in, He Yougui sat up and walked quickly to Mo Xuan, "Brother Xuan, are you okay?"

He Yougui looked at Mo Xuan with concern.

"It's okay, thank you for this ghost market matter." Mo Xuan said with a smile.

Seeing Mo Xuan's look of not caring at all, He Yougui was very moved and ashamed in his heart.

Mo Xuan's body was so weak, and he must have suffered a lot when he rushed back from that place in the ghost market.

It's okay to say it's okay, this is to not worry yourself!

"Brother Xuan, this time it is indeed my bad arrangement, I originally thought that Xiaomei she would do as I said, but I didn't expect that she directly left you in the ghost market, Brother Xuan, if something happens to you, brother I..."

Mo Xuan interrupted He Yougui.

He Yougui nodded, "Brother Xuan, I don't hide from you anymore, that master, that is Xiao Wan, when she was ten years old, she went to the prefecture capital to learn martial arts, and recently returned from schooling, I originally wanted her to protect you, who knows..." He Yougui did not continue.

"It turns out that the 'master' is He Youwan, and he is also the object of my father's kiss." Mo Xuan knew it in his heart.

No wonder Mo Xuan felt that the other party hated him a little, obviously he had never met before.

"By the way, Brother He, what is your sister's strength?" Mo Xuan's heart moved and asked.

"It should be a leather warrior, but I don't know how many pounds of a big bow can be pulled." He Yougui shook his head.

After having a rough estimate of He Youwan's strength, Mo Xuan didn't ask anything more.

After chatting briefly with He Yougui and repeatedly emphasizing that he really didn't have anything wrong, He Yougui left with confidence.

After sending He Yougui away, Mo Xuan returned to the special small courtyard to practice the Drinking Wind Sword Technique.

Out of Mo Mansion, He Yougui couldn't help but sigh with some emotion.

"Brother Xuan's mind is so open-minded, if it weren't for only one year left to live, it would really be a good match for You Wan!"

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Yikes!

In the small courtyard, the Pu Dao in Mo Xuan's hand danced one after another afterimages.

Under the strength of the peak of the cultivation of muscles and martial arts, as well as the strong resilience of the innate boy skill, Mo Xuan, the Drinking Wind Dao Fa Mo Xuan quickly got started.

This trip to the ghost market let Mo Xuan know the importance of weapons.

If those two skin-training warriors hadn't been injured, Mo Xuan might not be able to get close to each other, let alone fight in hand-to-hand.

At that time, Mo Xuan bombarded a man in black with a punch, and the other party only took a few steps back.

Under the protection of the epithelium and muscles, that punch at most caused a slight injury to the opponent's internal organs.

If the fist had been replaced by a knife, the other party would have already opened his chest and broken his stomach.

"There are still five days left before the next ghost market opens for an auction, and in these five days, I have to try to improve my strength!"

Mo Xuan secretly said in his heart, and the Pu Dao in his hand danced faster.

After practicing the sword technique in the morning, Mo Xuan returned to the study.

In the study, there is a large wooden barrel more than one person high, and the barrel is surrounded by a circle of copper sheets, but the barrel is still a little deformed.

The barrel contained black iron sand.

Taking off his clothes, Mo Xuan gently jumped into the barrel.

Slowly sinking, the iron sand passed the neck, and the breathing became a little uneven.

Mo Xuan didn't care, but practiced Bafang Punching in the iron sand!

Cha! Cha! Cha!

There was a sound of iron sand, and before a set of Bafang punches was finished, the skin of Mo Xuan's whole body had been rubbed red by iron sand, and his palm was directly worn out.

However, Mo Xuan did not stop, gritted his teeth, and continued to punch in all directions in the barrel!

After fighting three sets of Bafang punches, Mo Xuan moved out of the barrel little by little.

When he came out of the barrel, no piece of skin was intact all over his body, except for his face.

The blood oozing from the skin made Mo Xuan look extremely hideous at this time.

After standing by the barrel for a long time, Mo Xuan let out a long breath.

"This dermabrasion also hurts too much!!"