Chapter 708: daily

It has been more than half a month since Cha Xiaodao conducted the "Yan Fu Trial of Yi Yin" alone.
Li Yan has given him all the Dragon Elephant Meatballs, Gourmet Essence, and the previous Chitose Fire Essence. In addition, Zha Xiaodao himself spent nearly a million to buy many treasures, although the current combat power is not as good as the original Gourmet Alternate, but the road ahead is unlimited.
Taking advantage of the free time now, Li Yan decorate the bar by himself in the morning. After lunch, he just stood in the yard with a gun pile, or fought a sword frame. In short, it was some very basic practice.
The shape of Longzi's spear is more refined. The hair on the scales and horns of the dragon's head swallowed slightly, the ridge of the gun is raised, and the snow blades on both sides reflect the colorful markings, which are a bit less moist and thick than the old chiseled tiger head gun. On the contrary, it shows the precision and neatness of modern craftsmanship, and in the hand, there is a kind of surging vitality of a newborn.
"..."
Li Yan held the barrel of the gun, and then let it go gently. The Longzi's big gun was suspended in the air, and then danced around Li Yanxuan. It suddenly rose into the sky and turned into a small white spot in the blue sky. After a while, he fell to Li Yan's feet with the sound of breaking through the air, the blade plunged half a meter into the ground, and the barrel of the gun trembled.
About fifty meters. Li Yan estimated the distance of Longzi's big gun thirsty to find the enemy, but the killing power and speed of thirsty blood are true. It is okay to clean up some trash fish. If you encounter a strong enemy, you still have to hold it in your hand.
After playing around for a while, as if he had gotten his beloved toy, Li Yancai reluctantly retracted the dragon spear. He took a steel Han sword from the shelf and held his breath in the posture of a mother frame.
Out of the sword.
Seven Great Spears and Swords!
Li Yan closed his eyes tightly, this sword will not come out, but it is still posture.
Since the problem of Shenting could not be solved for a while, Li Yan simply stopped thinking about it, and put his mind on the practice of spear and swordsmanship. But Li Yan's ancient martial arts expertise has reached 101%, even if you look at the entire Yan Fu, I am afraid that there are few opponents. He couldn't find the direction of progress for a while, not because of any shackles and blocks, but because he had reached the top of the mountain and there was no way in front of him.
If he hadn't seen Yang Sanjing's 153% specialization, Li Yan would probably have thought that he has reached the top of the world...
The sky will be dark, and Danniang, carrying her bag, went home excitedly, as if there was some good news to tell Li Yan. As soon as she entered the door, she saw Li Yan standing still in the yard. She blinked without disturbing the other party, and slipped into the house quietly.
It took another hour before Li Yan opened his eyes. As he opened his eyes, sweat burst out of his pores, and even made a sigh of relief. He was as if he had been fished out of the water. Clothes and shoes are all wet.
"Huh~hu~"
Li Yan panted heavily and put the sword back on the sword stand. Letting the water vapor evaporate on his body, he almost couldn't stand firm.
This is a way he has only recently found, which is a trick. In other words, it is the four seasons of Jacques that can do it, that is, to control the valves of the seven major guns and swords to a certain extent. Half of the foot stepped into the threshold of the Seven Great Lines of Spears and Swords, but the sword would not pierce. The body and spirit are in a tight state for a long time.
This naturally consumes a huge amount of physical strength, and also strains the soul. With such a strong body, Li Yan can support up to two hours, and he sweats like just now.
The purpose is nothing more than that Li Yan wants to stay a little longer in the mysterious realm where Yang Sanjing leads him to the beginning, at least to see clearly, on the road of swordsmanship, the murderous old man who wants to look up, what is he stepping on...
After a while, when it was dry, Li Yan pushed the door into the house, and the saucepan on the stove was gurgling.
"The brand of beer you love is sold out in the opposite supermarket."
Danniang raised her head and said to Li Yan.
Li Yan picked up the brown beer bottle on the table, it was not his favorite brand.
He opened the bottle cap, and the beer that was originally at room temperature suddenly gave out a cold air.
"I heard you are going to perform at Teacher Zhong's bar on weekends?"
Li Yan took a sip, feeling pretty good.
Danniang's face quickly burst into a smile: "Yes, I said it before, but I haven't been free. How did you know?"
"The first time you performed such an important event, how could I not know? Seven o'clock?"
Danniang focused her head.
"I'll take you there at that time. By the way, I'll go out after dinner."
"It's so late, where are you going?"
"Go and visit Yang Xi. He was seriously injured, and he couldn't come when I had an appointment last time. I should go and visit if it is reasonable."
"Okay, come back early."
...
Sand~
When the crucian came out of the pot, a white smoke suddenly rose. Standing in front of the cupboard was a little boy measuring 1.2 meters. He even had to step on a bench to hold the wok. Even so, the boy's movements of the fish in the pot were also Very skilled, it can be seen that he often goes to the kitchen.
"It's dinner~"
The boy picked up the plate and set on the dining table wrapped in flower cloth. He took out two more bottles of milk from the refrigerator and called to the bedroom.
"They said they wanted to raise me, but now they want me to take care of you."
The boy grumbled and complained.
Yang Gui limped out of the bedroom with a cane.
Originally, according to Committee Member Bai, he was asked to recuperate in the hospital for half a year, but Yang Xi was resolutely discharged without special care. The boy is a child left by the former drug dealer Mou Gang. His name is Mou Yong. Yang Xi has been registered as his guardian, and the two naturally live together.
"Isn't this a work injury?"
Yang Yan twisted his neck. The boy didn't know much about Yan Fu, and Yang Yan only vaguely told him about the task and was injured to recuperate.
"You have to go ahead and think, if I sacrifice, don't you have a pension? If the enemy dies, there is money to take. You should happily set off firecrackers to celebrate."
The boy snorted coldly and said nothing.
Yang Xi picked up the milk bottle and twisted it for a long time before coughing dryly, "Hey, I said, do you have a screwdriver?"
The boy walked over, grabbed the bottle in Yang Yan's hand, unscrewed the bottle cap with his bare hands and put it on the table, then returned to his seat, stubbornly picking up rice.
Yang Yan turned on the TV, humming contentedly, and took a bite of the fish in his mouth. He shook his head, "I'm not familiar with it, pay attention next time."
The boy rolled his eyes: "Do you like it or not."
Mou Yong couldn't understand the man in front of him. An ugly blue scarf didn't change in autumn and winter, and the song on his phone was all broken. Originally thought that he adopted himself because of a conscience, but after two months of getting along, this man who even had a few socks in the house had to take care of himself in most cases, disappeared at every turn, and threw himself several hundred yuan bills. Take care of everything, have a rough and bad personality, completely irresponsible and confident.
Besides, he is still stained with his father's blood feud. Mou Yong felt that he had no hope of revenge... But in a blink of an eye, news came that he was seriously injured and dying.
A soft knock on the door interrupted Mou Yong's thoughts. Without Yang Xi's words, he consciously got up to open the door. As expected, Bai Xiao was outside the door.
The woman was stunned when she saw Mou Yong, but then she smiled brightly: "Have you eaten?"
She held a large bag of lunch boxes: "The elbow I just bought is still hot. Have something to eat?"
"I have already eaten."
Mou Yong finished speaking softly, then turned back to the table and took away the dishes and chopsticks away, hiding in the kitchen by himself.
"You can eat more after you have eaten it."
"No. I'm full."
The boy's voice came from a distance.
Bai Xiao and Yang Xi looked at each other, both a little embarrassed.
The water in the kitchen was rustling, Yang Yan walked in quietly and coughed dryly, "That, Xiaoyong, I beg you for something. I'll give you one hundred yuan, and you can help me buy a pack of cigarettes. Well, isn’t there an Internet cafe downstairs, stay there for a while, I tell you to come back again."
"I can't go online."
Mou Yong was expressionless.
Yang Gui scratched his hair.
"I can't learn it. I'll give you a hundred more. You are willing to buy something and buy something. Go go."
Yang Xi half pushed and half persuaded Mou Yong to get out of the door.
At the door, Mou Yong said to Yang Xi: "I have TV to watch at 8 o'clock, you're done earlier."
Yang Yan was taken aback, but Mou Yong had already gone out.
...
When going out, Mou Yong could faintly hear the conversation in the room.
"Why did you really bring him back to Beijing?"
"Otherwise, where do you tell him to go?"
"I'm not saying no, but it's inconvenient..."
Mou Yong glanced at his mouth. He could not surf the Internet and hated crowded places. So he squatted under the residential building and stared at the pedestrians. It was winter. Mou Yong felt cold and hungry. In fact, he was just now. Not full at all.
Clenching the two hundred-yuan bills in his hand, Mou Yong trot all the way to the opposite Internet cafe to buy a roasted corn and two roasted sausages, then ran back, guarding the residents downstairs and devouring them in disregard of their image. .
"Hello, kid, let me ask, 302, the last name is Yang, right?"
Mou Yong touched the corner of his mouth, rolled his eyelids, and stared at the tall and thin man in front of him.
He glanced at the Moutai wine held by the tall and thin man, and there was an expression on his face that could not say anything: "Yes, but you don't go up now. He has something to do?"
"what's up?"
The tall and thin man raised his eyebrows.
Mu Yong thought for a while, put the plastic bag of corn and sausage on his lap, and slapped the man three times on his chin.
"Who are you Yang Yan?"
The tall and thin man asked.
"He is my guardian."
Mou Yong was expressionless.
"……Oh."
The tall and thin man suddenly realized that he looked wonderful
"Just wait here, let's go up together later?"
Mu Yong asked with a sneer. What he didn't expect was that the man actually squatted down beside him. He took out a pack of cigarettes and shook Mou Yong, "Mind if I smoke?"
Mou Yong shook his head blankly.
Li Yan lit a cigarette and took a sigh fiercely. The two of them squatted at the door of the residential building, like a pair of door gods.
"I say."
Li Yan greeted Mou Yong and pointed upstairs: "This grandson is really not authentic, is he?"
Mou Gang blinked at the man, not knowing what to say for a while.
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