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Chapter 8 Do You Do Tai Chi?
A waterfall on the edge of an unknown cliff.

Chen Tong was wearing a hay felt and couldn't help shivering.

"Ah."

The echo is loud and loud, and the cave is big and empty at first glance.The door of the practice room is different from the door of the practice time and space. There is a blue arc full of futuristic sense, and here is the original water curtain hole.

Thanks to the blessing of this water curtain, Chen Tong, who had become a drowned rat, was quite sober.It's just that she really didn't understand why she had to start like this. Isn't this pure torture.

As soon as the wind blows, the cold air rushes from the pores to the limbs with water as the medium. Chen Tong feels that his hands are trembling and he can't hold them, just like the crooked cane of the grandmother who is watching the gate in the next two streets.

No matter how crooked and shaken, you still have to use it; while the crutches can be thrown, the arms can't.

The top of the dome suddenly vibrated, and after a burst of familiar startup music, the sound of mechanical recitation came from the dome above.Sounds a little bit older, maybe even a bit of a cassette.

"Welcome to the Tai Chi training class. Please read the following precautions carefully. During the training period, we will always protect your safety."

Tai Chi?
Didn't she buy martial arts cheats?

……

long silence.

Chen Tong thought about it with his still-unfrozen mind, but he still couldn't figure out how he believed the boss's nonsense.

Oh, I remembered——

"Girl, I was surprised to see your skeleton, it seems to be a good material for martial arts, have you ever learned any family martial arts?"

"Oh, I knew it! At such a young age, Miss Wu, didn't she ever think about picking up her talent? It's a pity."

The profiteer took the opportunity to introduce his own blind box of martial arts, saying that these broken jars are the opportunity to open a blind box of martial arts such as "Nine Yins and White Bone Claws", "Transferring Flowers and Trees", "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon" and so on. .

……

I was really kicked in the head by a donkey.

In vain, she used to laugh at Xiao Xu who was sitting next to her with a dark face. After all, Chen Tong had personally seen her drinking snowman milk tea for more than three months, and turned out a hundred identical figures.

Well now, it's my turn.

This kind of thing that normal people would laugh it off, happened to meet Chen Tong who kept having adventures.The scary thing is that this girl really had a dream of being a heroine when she was a child.

When you are in the dark, don't think about smuggling to Europe in the next second. For example, she was suddenly kidnapped into this strange organization recently, and she has the inexplicable title of King of Rolling on her back. If she doesn't roll, she will die in the future.

And Chen Tong obviously forgot this one.

"Can I not learn?"

Chen Tong stood up carefully under the blanket, shook the straw on his body, and smiled coquettishly, "My father is waiting for me to go back. There will be a curfew outside right away. It's hard to explain when I get back late."

"I mean... the cheats are good, but they may not be suitable for me." In addition to strengthening the body, if you really want to face the most vicious villains, you don't want to rush to get beaten.

She also admitted that she was eager for quick success, after all, what she wanted was to fly over eaves and walls, fight cattle across mountains, and beautiful sword flowers! ! !
But Tai Chi...

Alas, I didn't mean to say bad, it's just commonplace, and I have a little psychological gap.

"How do you know if you don't try?"

A female voice came from afar, speaking earnestly.

"My Chen style Taijiquan has been handed down to this day. If I see future generations, I will never be stingy."

"Traveling a long way, seeing the long mountain, knowing the long-distance intention, and waiting for Yunxin. The good wind is not swaying, so why sigh and worry?"

The female Taoist, dressed in a loose robe, was bowing to Chen Tong.He found some silver, his brows were wrinkled, and his long hair was pulled up by a wooden hairpin, quite elegant and elegant.

"The world's martial arts are thus one, and I don't only inherit Tai Chi. If you master it well, it will be great. If you can't, how can you suffer from other martial arts?"

If the human heart is not enough to swallow the elephant, don't call the desire to hurt.

The female Taoist lightly raised her hand, and the same style of robe fell on Chen Tong's shoulders.Chen Tong was dumbfounded by what she said, and for a moment he didn't know what the other party's intention was.

After she finished speaking, she waved her sleeves, and the scene changed. Thousands of disciples were gaiting in the martial arts arena, punching and gesturing, recruiting their hearts.Chen Tong's Taoist robe was worn on his body at some point, and there was not even a trace of water.

She passed through the crowd under the leadership of the female Taoist priest, and a beautiful child who was not as tall as the people around her was also muttering.

His eyes are firm, just like Chunying.

Change again, the Discipline Hall inside the door.If the disciples show signs of bullying the weak, they will be punished by themselves, and those who refuse to change after repeated admonitions will be driven off the dock.

Some disciples cursed and some disciples knelt down.

Chen Tong stood next to the head of the sect with the nun, and it only took a moment to turn around. The former disciples bid farewell to the sect and traveled far away.

The nun patted her on the shoulder.

She took Chen Tong and the boy she had stared at all the way east.The young man still carried his luggage on his back, maintained the habit of being in the teacher's school, and never slack off.

See the local conditions and customs, and see the hearts of all kinds.The only constant is his obsession with martial arts.At the age of forty, there were also people who admired the name and worshiped the teacher, but they were persuaded to leave by him with a piece of puzzle.

"Would you like to see it?"

The nun asked her.

Chen Tong's palms were full of sweat.

She shook her head slightly in female dao's anticipation.

……

Song Hongchun ran all the way, feeling palpitations all the way.He searched every corner of the house, but he still couldn't find the whereabouts of Song Xiang and Song Zhixi.

As a last resort, Father Song pulled out an old red silk, staggered out of the middle hall, and lit it in the courtyard.Sparks are falling, and whirlwinds are everywhere.

"Didn't you say you don't want to see me again? You..."

"Zhixi is gone," Song Hongchun seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, he interrupted the voice, "Help me, help me find her."

"Please."

"I warned you that this would not work. A wooden person has no soul, so what if you make her look like a human again?

What's more, aquatic wood is empty, perishable and easy to corrode. If you work on it within three years, you will have to overthrow it and start over.With this time, it is better to repair Wangongjian as soon as possible. "

"But you promised me!" Song Hongchun hoarse.

"Even if I promised you, you are not efficient enough to negotiate with me." The voice seemed to be superior, and he lowered his eyes to pity him, "I hope you know what you are doing, and don't covet it."

"What is affection? Jane, who has been cultivating all her life, doesn't even have the right to grow old?" Father Song stared at the void with a gloomy expression.

"You should understand that I am not a soft persimmon."

(End of this chapter)