After a long time, nothing crawled out of Zhao Fan's orifices and wounds. The old man sighed, opened the door, and used a stick to pick up the roosters that had completely collapsed outside the house under the scorching sun.

Zhao Fan was already half dead at this time, his face turned pale and he lay weakly on the ground humming.

The pain continues, and the system's screen-sink has slowed down, but the experience value is still increasing bit by bit.

The old man's method was indeed to expel most of the insects in his body, but he could not completely remove them.

In other words, if this continues, Zhao Fan has to repeat the previous process again, and the final outcome is still unavoidable.

"Do you know who poisoned you? Are you from the Guangnan Wushu Village?"

The old man's face was as deep as water, and he sat on the chair made of bamboo at the door with a tired expression, looking at Zhao Fan and asked in a deep voice.

"Forget it, I'm going to die. What's the point of saying this? These guys use so powerful poisons, don't think about avenging me, don't get yourself in at that time."

As soon as the old man opened his mouth, Zhao Fan knew what he meant. His master looked gentle, but he had also seen him when he was crazy. When asked about the reason, I was probably because I felt that there was no way to save him and wanted to avenge him.

"When you were young, I taught you medical skills and kung fu, just to give you some money to settle down and live a good life. At that time, I wanted you to never get involved in these things. But you were not successful and actually sought death for a very immature relationship."

The old man sighed, his tone became much gentler, and his eyes were filled with memories.

"Okay, no need to explain, don't be sensational, and you're afraid that I will become a ghost and come to you? You are good at it, I understand!"

Zhao Fan struggled to get up from the ground, without tearing the messy clothes he tied up on his body. He sat cross-legged on the ground, shook his head and said to the old man with a smile.

The old man was completely interrupted by his troubles, and his lips were opened and closed a few times, but he didn't know what to say.

"You don't understand what I want to say. What I want to tell you is that even if I die, I will not allow you to die!"

After a long silence, the old man's face turned right, and suddenly stood up and walked towards Zhao Fan.

When Zhao Fan saw the old man's resolute expression, his face suddenly changed, and then he jumped up. He subconsciously used Zhuanxu's horse-controlling steps, and he rushed past the master in a flash. The next moment, he arrived outside the house.

When he arrived outside the house, he gasped, looked at the old man with a serious expression, and said loudly: "Life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in heaven. Don't make yourself so noble. If you dare to do something random, I will jump into the river again immediately or not."

The old man looked at Zhao Fan with surprise on his face and said in disbelief: "Have you practiced this step? How could it be so fast?"

"Has I been practicing it now? It's still far from it. At most, it's just an introductory place!"

Zhao Fan was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that the old man was still sensational just now, and suddenly turned the topic to Zhuanxu's stewardship.

"How is it possible? He has already practiced this footwork to the beginning in just one day? When I practiced this footwork so hard, it only took a full year to barely reach his level!"

The old man's expression kept changing, and his heart rolled like a storm.

This step is extremely complex. Just remembering the position where each step falls is not something that can be achieved in just a few days.

Remember to continue practicing until you are proficient, you can start practicing formally. After formal practice, you can reach Zhao Fan’s current level after a long period of training. As long as you are in your mind, you can naturally use the steps under your feet.

"Do you feel the swelling breath in your body when you use your steps?"

The old man calmed down and looked at Zhao Fan with anticipation and asked.

"Isn't that normal? I'm a person who has practiced internal energy, otherwise how could I use the acupuncture method of flying meridians and qi?"

Zhao Fan nodded and asked in surprise.

"It's really done!"

The old man sighed lightly, and there was a bit of envy in his eyes when he looked at Zhao Fan.

"Since this is the case, you can try other ways. If you can still master this technique in one day, maybe you can save yourself without me taking action."

The old man's face became much more serious and he waved to Zhao Fan, turned around and walked into the room.

Zhao Fan looked alert and didn't enter the house at all. In his opinion, the old man looked loyal, but in fact he was very cunning. When he was young, he never succeeded in front of the old man.

He is very weak now and is no match for the old man. If the old man deceives him and really saves him with his own life, how can he live with peace of mind in the future?

He didn't enter the house, and the old man seemed to have not forced him. Not long after, the old man appeared at the door with an exquisitely shaped iron box.

Zhao Fan's eyes flashed slightly, and he felt enlightened in his heart.

He had seen this iron box when he was a child.

Although his health was not good at that time, it did not mean that he was not naughty.

Once, the old man was going out and asked him to recite soup songs here. As soon as the old man went out, he started to be lazy. He showed this box without any objection. Seeing the strange pattern on the box, he naturally couldn't help but want to tinker with it a few times.

However, there was no trace of a keyhole on the box, but it couldn't be opened no matter what. Zhao Fan, who had worked hard, was furious and even hit him with a stone.

The stone did not even leave a scratch on the box, and the old man who came back from going out beat Zhao Fan to beat him up.

From then on, he never saw this box again, and he didn't know where the old man had hidden it.

After many years, when I saw this box again, I thought of the old man's beard and stared at him, Zhao Fan had a smile on his lips.

With the skills of the old man, he was like playing with him, a child? But until this time, he still clearly remembered that although the old man was very angry and looked scary at that time, the few strokes he hit on his butt didn't hurt at all.

At that time, he was crying with great pretentiousness. After a few times of teaching the old man, it was left in vain, which made him proud of his acting skills for a long time.

It was not until he grew up that Zhao Fan could understand that the old man really loved him, so he could get away with it.

"Stop sticking, come here!"

The old man looked down at the pattern on the box, and didn't even look at Zhao Fan. After shouting, he pressed his fingers hard on the pattern on the corners of the box, and a small metal square jumped out.

He picked up the metal block that jumped out and placed it aside. Then Zhao Fan saw that the patterns on the entire box had become small blocks that could move. The old man's fingers were very fast. In less than two minutes, the patterns on the box changed.

Zhao Fan looked familiar in this picture, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Before I could think about it, after a few clicks, the old man had already gently opened the lid of the box.

He was already very close at this time. As soon as the box was opened, he could see clearly what was inside the box.

Wrapped in red silk cloth is a rectangular white stone piece. The stone piece is about five centimeters wide and ten centimeters long, which is thick with one finger. The small stone piece has many small golden words, which are shiny in the sun. Zhao Fan took a closer look and found that all of these words were oracle bone inscriptions.

"I'll just say it, this thing is not made of jade, right? The jade slips engraved with oracle bone inscriptions? Was it made later or passed down? If it was a circulated antique, how much would it be worth?"

Zhao Fan couldn't help but exclaim when he saw the stone still flashing warm light in the sun. At such a close distance, why could he still not tell the material of this thing?

"Shut up and watch it quickly. If you can practice this thing to get started in one day, this thing should save your life."

The old man's face was a little dark, and he roared at Zhao Fan in a deep voice.

"Don't tell me, what's the thing left by Cepheus?"

Zhao Fan asked with a smile when he looked moved.

"It is something passed down by the ancestors of the Zhao family. This thing is incomplete and does not even have a name. The specific origin is not clear. Remember the things on it first, and I will show you some notes from my predecessors later. You must hurry up."

The old man shook his head and reached out to hand the jade slip on his hand to Zhao Fan.

Zhao Fan subconsciously held it in his hand. Just as he looked down, the system prompt sound was mixed with countless prompt sounds with increased experience values.

"Current skills: Incomplete nameless martial arts, can you learn it?"

Well……

Zhao Fan actually had a hint of expectation, hoping that this system would be a little awesome and tell what this technique was, but he didn't know that this thing was so straightforward.

The nameless martial arts are still incomplete...

The old man said so convincingly, this thing should still have some effect. For the sake of life, what other choices can you have besides choosing to study?

“Start to learn skills…”

After receiving Zhao Fan's response, the system prompted him, and a stream of information appeared out of thin air just like last time.

This nameless martial art is a method of breathing and breathing, and should be used to practice internal skills.

Feeling that the martial arts had appeared in my mind, Zhao Fan subconsciously opened the system panel and looked at the data on it, Zhao Fan was a little stunned.

Skill: Exploration: Level 4    189/5ooo                                                  �

Zhuanxu’s stewardship step: Level 1   29/1oo

Unknown martial arts: level o    o/1o

Remaining skill points: 3ooo

Experience value: 275416/4oooooo

Limited time remaining: 89 days

He was tortured by this poison and wanted to die, so Zhao Fan did not take the experience value that was constantly added to one. Who knew that in just one or two hours, his experience value increased by more than 160,000.

"Or what if you carry it for a while, you can just carry it to the point where you have collected 400,000 experience points?"

Zhao Fan had just raised this thought, and the pain like a needle suddenly exploded, causing his whole body to twitch.

A cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he felt that he was really determined to die.

The old man's face was obviously a little nervous. Whether this technique can remove these insects is still a matter of different opinions. Now he is in the mood to take care of experience-value matters, why not commit suicide?

"I know you have been a kid who likes to be scammers since you were a child. I guess I didn't remember much when I taught you these oracle bone scripts before. Don't pretend to behave at this time. If you don't understand anything, ask quickly."

"Did you hear it? Why are you standing there stupidly? Are you afraid of your life? It's time now, and you're still wasting time here?"

Zhao Fan stood there in a daze. The old man beside him was already jumping up and down in a hurry, and the stick leaning against the door frame had already poked him.
Chapter completed!