By the time Bai Qi and Old Man Liang walked out of Tongwen Hall, it was almost past Haishi.
The famous coach never returned home.
Liang Laoshi was also very sensible and did not mention the matter of personal inheritance.
He brought Ah Qi here with the idea of getting lucky.
Like the Broken Blade Gate, the Divine Hand Gate, and the Tianying Martial Arts School, you might be able to sell yourself a bit of thin noodles and open a door to convenience.
But if it were the coach who once looked down upon Heihe County and suppressed many practitioners into silence, there would really be no chance at all.
Because he doesn't have to buy into anyone's fault.
This is true even when facing several owners of the fish farm, firewood market, and fire kiln.
If he hadn't been touring the reed swamps in his early years, strangling the anti-Tiandao gang of water thieves, he would have met the instructor several times, and also had a crush on the old swordsman.
Tonight, there was no way Liang Laoshi would come to the door rashly.
He glanced at Ah Qi, whose steps were a little weak, and asked strangely:
"I asked you to take a walk in the front yard. Why are you so tired and sweating profusely?"
Bai Qi scratched his head and said vaguely:
"It's a bit cold at night. I'm afraid of the cold, so I stretch my muscles to warm up."
Liang Laoshi babbled on, still thinking about the personal inheritance in his heart:
"I still have some financial resources. I'll talk to Mu Chun and Zhu Wan tomorrow. Han Yang is out of luck. They can probably talk to each other."
Seeing that Old Man Liang was so concerned, Bai Qi was slightly moved.
The friendship between strangers has gradually deepened to this point, and it can really be said as a "grace".
"How about becoming a disciple in the Broken Blade Sect. The Iron Sand Palm technique is too harsh and I may not be able to develop it. I'm very interested in the Collapse Fist that Brother Yong showed today.
Hit hard and open, take every inch, it looks very ferocious! "
Liang Laoshi's eyelids drooped and he didn't say a word for a long time.
I guess it was because Haikou had boasted so early. If he failed to do it, he would feel disgraced.
"Uncle Liang's support, I see it in my eyes and remember it in my heart. I will find time to go down to the river tomorrow and hunt silver sand carp for you..."
Bai Qi had rich experience in dealing with old men and knew that he should behave well, so he deliberately smiled playfully.
"Go, go! It's not like I'm greedy for those silver sand carps of yours... Oh, you kid, you fell in love with me, and I always want to find you a good master.
You can't go to the wrong door when it comes to martial arts, otherwise you will ruin your life. Sometimes I think about how my bones were not so strong back then, so I could build a good relationship with the fish farm master and learn from Yang Meng... Heihe County is not small, Ah Qi.
If you are a direct disciple of a large martial arts school, you can avoid many detours and climb higher. "
Liang Laoshi sighed deeply. When he was young, he felt that he was very talented. He could learn all kinds of martial arts faster than others, and his morale gradually became higher.
He didn't take the poisonous snake Yang Meng seriously, so he was bitten severely and almost died on the Five Hundred Miles Mountain Road.
"Don't worry about it anymore. It's up to people to plan things, and it's up to God to make things happen. You can't ask for a future.
I can get ahead even when fishing in the Heishui River. To me, being a disciple of the Grand Martial Arts School or a direct disciple, there is no difference, as long as there is a road that I can follow. "
Bai Qi supported Old Liang. The long street was deserted in the dark night, with only a few stalls still open, selling wontons, hot porridge and Yangchun noodles.
"You have a good mouth, and you are used to pleasing and making people feel comfortable. If you don't practice boxing, you can still be a paper fan."
Liang Laoshi smiled happily and stopped in front of the roadside stall:
"The stewed flying dragon from before was great for replenishing qi and blood, and now I'll treat you to a bowl of shrimp and crab porridge to nourish your stomach."
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In Tongwen Hall, the old swordsman wearing a mink hat was sweeping the front courtyard. Suddenly he felt something and looked up at the roof.
Sure enough, I saw a familiar figure!
"Master, since you are at home, why didn't you see Lao Liang just now?
He was stabbed to death by the Anti-Heaven Sword back then. Thanks to the young master's intervention, he has always regarded you as his savior! "
Lao Dao held the broom and said helplessly.
"Farewell, I don't want to meddle in others' business at all. I can't stand your nagging until I become a good person.
We meet by chance, it's easy to get together and part ways, there's no need for you to come and have a relationship with me. "
The figure leaned against the cornice and spoke lazily.
"Master..."
The old sword sighed:
"Speaking of which, it has been a long time since we moved to Heihe County. Seven or eight years have passed in a blink of an eye. You have to find a successor... After a while, I will also be old. Who will accompany the young master."
The figure remained indifferent:
"Old Dao, don't read it anymore. Why are you nagging more and more as you get older? Don't force me to close my ears.
Martial arts is the art of killing, the ultimate way to defeat life and seize life!
With fists and feet as extensions, qi and blood as elixir fire, the human body as the cauldron, and the spirit as the secret treasure!
Refining great medicine, discerning ghosts and gods, and shattering the void!
Look, there are so many mediocre people, vulgar people, fools, stupid people, and traitors in this world.
The mantle of Tongwen Hall fell into my hands.
I can take it, I can take it!
But what about others? If I don’t have the ability, how can I deserve it?
Just don’t pass it on, don’t pass it on! "
Lao Dao's waist was slightly bent, knowing that the young master's heart was as hard as iron and difficult to persuade.
He silently looked at the gold and black plaque with the meaning of Yihai Hidden Dragon. It had been covered with a layer of dust because it had not been wiped for so long.
Could it be that my young master was really buried in Heihe County with Tongwenguan?
Just when Lao Dao was secretly feeling sad, the voice floated from the roof again:
"But... that kid just now was a bit interesting. His muscles and bones are not as good as Acheng's, but his understanding is stronger than Acheng's.
Prepare some small gifts another day so that I can come and take in a second apprentice. "
"What?"
The sudden change stunned Lao Dao on the spot.
"You're not even 70 or 80 years old, why are you deaf!
That kid just used the eighteen Arhat statues on the wall to realize one of my five great captures, the Arhat Hand.
With just a few sticks of incense, he is a talent that can be developed. "
"What?"
Lao Dao seemed to be really deaf, and almost suspected that he had heard something wrong.
He walked to the sandpit in a few steps and saw a series of extremely clear footprints.
"That kid is so clever. He was afraid that he wouldn't notice, so he deliberately stepped on his feet to make noise before leaving.
Little did he know, I had already seen it clearly from the roof.
Haha, interesting, smart, and highly savvy.
The so-called smelly fish and rotten shrimps sent from a wealthy family are not as good as a young fisherman.
I have the intention to teach him two techniques of grappling to try out his skills. "
Lao Dao was surprised to see his young master acting so neatly.
Tongwenkan's five great capture and capture collections are trained to train and kill, and they are by no means some junk.
Any article that gets circulated is enough to drive Lian Jiazi crazy.
When I first entered the door, I was awarded two titles.
The baby brought by Lao Liangtou is so extraordinary!
But then again, the young master painted the training chapter of Arhat's hand on the wall.
The purpose is to find a good seedling who can figure out the mysteries and understand the dynamic and static pile techniques.
Unexpectedly, God finally opened his eyes and sent a suitable disciple candidate!
"Which two movies does the young master plan to pass on?"
Lao Dao asked curiously.
"The Arhat's hand that separates tendons and bones, dislocates and breaks flesh; the Dragon Walking Palm that exerts force like a drum and moves like thunder."
The figure that Wu Xing called "the instructor" turned over and flew down the eaves of the roof out of thin air like a lone crane in the clouds.
"Master, there's no moon tonight, why are you climbing up so high? I thought you were out."
Lao Dao looked at the set of footprints, his wrinkles bunched up, and he showed a rich smile.
If two people capture him, he will be considered as having entered the house.
If you can understand all five parts, you will be a real person and will be the master of Tongwen Museum in the future!
"Read more books when you have time. In the story books, masters never take the main entrance and always appear in unexpected places, such as rooftops.
You are old and old at heart, and you don’t understand the meaning.
I'll make a pot of fresh porridge from the river later. I blew the cold wind all night and it was really cold. "
The instructor was tall and slender, with broad shoulders and a broad back.
Especially a pair of exposed palms, with clearly defined joints on the five fingers.
Fair and clean, far better than a woman, almost as round and lustrous as jade.
"Master, what if that little kid doesn't want to be your apprentice?"
Lao Dao followed him into the house and suddenly asked with a frown.
"What a joke! Not to mention Heihe County, it's Yihai County. Who wouldn't want to be my disciple, Ning Haichan?"
The coach, who seemed to be young, was quite puzzled. There was no arrogance in his tone, as if he said this as a matter of course.
Just like the emperor, I feel that there is no one in the world who doesn't want to be his son or grandson.
"Old Liangtou visited many martial arts schools today, Broken Blade Sect, Shenshou Sect, Tianying..."
Lao Dao reminded.
"Mu Chun? Zhu Wan? Han Yang? That's it? Can you also teach a good apprentice?
No matter how outstanding your understanding is, it will be buried in their hands. "
The instructor paused and touched the green stubble on his chin.
"That's all, just cook the porridge and put in more dried shrimps while I go out."
Lao Dao was stunned:
"It's so late, young master, why are you going?"
The coach waved his hand and crossed the threshold:
“Talk to those three guys and ask them to give this kid to me willingly.
Let’s go to Mu Chun’s Broken Blade Sect first. He has a good temper and is relatively easy to talk to. "
Having said that, with a single tap of his foot, the person seemed to fly away with a start.
You really don’t go through the main entrance!
Completely expert style!
