martial law

This body shape, not 280 catties, but also [-] catties.

The little girl stood there, she was 1.8 meters tall, and she didn't know what she ate to grow so tall.

"Huya, why did you come back so early today? Didn't you say you won't be home until noon?"

The memories in his mind flashed like a stream of light, and Yang Lin understood his situation without any violations, and he also knew who this little girl with a big back and a big waist and elephant legs really was.

It's a little girl I picked up from the barren mountains.

I remember 16 years ago, when this body was kicked out of the house by the Yang family in Hangzhou. As a concubine, he had no status at all.

However, his old mother died early and did not leave any strong help from his family. He lived like a servant in the Yang family, and it was miserable to be kicked out.

So, he had no other choice, relying on some superficial martial arts learned from his old mother, he entered the Chengtian Escort Bureau as a trooper.

That time, after a trip to escort, Yang Lin bought some melons and fruits just after his salary was paid, and went to worship at the grave of his old lady in Xishan. On the way back, he lost his way for some reason and saw the little girl in the grass.

The little girl was still in her infancy, and some cruel parents threw her into the wilderness, obviously wanting to feed wolves, insects, tigers and leopards.

These days, many people throw away their children when they are too young to raise them, especially when they give birth to girls. This situation is not too strange.

What surprised Yang Lin was that the infant was not crying, but was still laughing, and was pulling the tiger's fur with both hands.

Because, when she was lying in the grass, there was actually a striped tiger feeding her, and there was a trace of kindness in the tiger's eyes that I don't know if it was an illusion.

This kind of strange and warm scene made Yang Lin, who came back from offering sacrifices to his mother, frighten three souls, two souls disappeared, and he froze in place, not daring to move.

He didn't dare to pass until the huge tiger finished feeding and walked away with square steps.

Originally, Yang Lin didn't want to adopt this little girl.

He is one and a half years old, he can't support himself, how can he support a baby.

If it doesn't work, I will take it back to see which orphans and widows are missing children and girls, and give them to others to raise.

Unexpectedly, Yang Lin changed his mind after picking up the little girl and seeing her sweet smile.

The little guy was just a little bit older, and his eyes were barely open, so he knew how to grab his face with his little hands.

With a small smile in his mouth.

When the fleshy and soft hands touched his face, Yang Lin's heart softened.

So, the days passed like this.

Now he is 33 years old, still unmarried, guarding a martial arts gym, and also guarding the only female apprentice.

As for other disciples.

There are no disciples for a long time.

These days, no business is easy to do.

"Wait, wait, Huya, what are you doing?"

Yang Lin was surprised to find that after the "little" girl put down the rice bag on her shoulder and the water tank she was carrying in her left hand, she approached her and picked herself up on her shoulder like a rush grass.

He had just come here, and the majestic energy and blood brought by his original body was still being fused, so he couldn't use it well, and he was also worried that his hands would not be serious enough to hurt the little girl, so he held his hands and feet and dared not move.

"Master, you stink, it's time to take a bath."

Puzzled, Hu Ya threw her master into the tub, and busily added and mixed water, taking off Yang Lin like a naked pig in a few strokes.

Take a big rag and rub it up and down until the bath water is black.

Hu Ya looked disgusted and said while washing, "Master, you stink to death. Next time you make it so dirty, I will carry you to the West Lake to wash."

"And next time?"

Chapter 395

In his own home, the process of being bathed by a female apprentice had almost caused Yang Lin to die on the spot.

If this is in public.

Yang Lin couldn't imagine it.

"Master, you can wash the rest by yourself. Don't fool around. Don't let it smell. I'll check it."

Hu Ya wrinkled her nose, frightened her master again, and went to sprinkle water to clean the place, and removed the sign at the door, wiped it carefully with a rag, and then hung it up.

Yang Lin's sharp eyes glanced, and he saw that on the wooden sign, there were a few large characters written in vermilion lacquer, "Suppress Prison Martial Arts Hall".

"This name is very bold."

"Of course you have courage. Master, you have always said that our family's prison-suppressing saber technique is one-on-one. After learning it, Li Butou in the yamen can go straight to the top and frighten Xiaoxiao everywhere.

If it weren't for this set of saber techniques, Li Butou would have died countless times long ago, and it wouldn't be as beautiful as it is now. "

The prefect yamen was set up in Hangzhou Prefecture, and the Li catcher was naturally Li Gongfu.

This person, in Yang Lin's memory, was a martial arts prodigy.

When I was young, my family was poor, and I couldn't afford to go to the more famous Qingmu Sword Gym and Ming Wang Tang in the city, so I ran to the sparsely populated Zhen Prison Martial Arts Gym, and learned a few sword skills.

The results of it.

He actually relied on this third-rate knife technique to become a top expert in the Hangzhou government, and even became the director of the Hangzhou Public Security Bureau.

Over the years, I don't know how many Jiangyang robbers have been captured and killed, and even occasionally killed one or two little monsters to protect the people of one side, and have a great reputation.

Whether it is the old prefect Wang who was promoted, or the newly appointed prefect Xiao Zeng, they all respect Thaksin.

Li Gongfu has a straightforward personality and is good at everything. He will come to the door with gifts during the New Year and holidays, and he will call him Master, but this is just a scene.

He never admits that he is the big disciple of the prison prison martial arts school.

Thinking about it, this guy also understood afterwards that the things taught in the prison prison martial arts hall are actually not very clever, and it is really not much better than the three-legged cat kung fu.

It would be quite shameful if he admits that he is the eldest disciple of Zhenyu Martial Arts.

That set of prison-suppressing saber techniques, if practiced to the top, is nothing more than that.

In fact, later on, Li Gongfu was still looking around and stealing some Sanshou from various schools and sects, and incorporated them into the saber technique.

Push this third-rate knife technique to the first-rate level, dance it up, it will be difficult to splash water, and it will destroy gold and crack rocks.

Since then, his martial arts has made great progress and his reputation has risen.

This is due to his own good comprehension, and it has little to do with martial arts.

But the predecessor obviously didn't think so. He always believed that Li Gongfu was taught by himself.

Ordinary disciples don't care about teaching, and think highly of themselves.

Therefore, the martial arts hall became what it is now.

……

After taking a shower and cleaning the house, the martial arts hall has a brand new look.

Huya didn't feel tired at all, she hurried out for a trip, bought a big pot of vegetables and steamed stuffed buns, and came back with a big pot of porridge.

Then, on the open space in the front yard of the martial arts hall, he flicked around and danced with his sword.

"Good knife."

literal meaning.

It's not that Hu Ya's sword skills are good.

In fact, her sword dancing technique is full of loopholes, and from Yang Lin's current perspective, she simply can't stand it.

However, that knife is a bit strange.

It's black and black, and it weighs more than two hundred catties of iron mounds.

It was roughly beaten into the shape of a knife without a sharp edge, and it danced in Huya's hands like straw.

Whoosh, the strong wind blew past, and the muffled whistling sound made people feel blocked.

This strength, and her body shape, unexpectedly match well.

"A weapon weighing more than 200 kilograms can be wielded with one hand, which is too light. If it goes on the battlefield, wouldn't it be a peerless fighter?"

Yang Lin preliminarily estimated that even if he took out a weapon worth a thousand pounds, this little girl could still dance.

A set of prison-suppressing knife skills that she swung wildly, was danced by her with more than 200 catties of iron, and the wind and rain filled the building. The predecessor really delayed her.

Yang Lin finally understood.

Why, this martial arts gym in my own house, none of the disciples in the back received it, so why can it hold on without collapsing.

Because, he has a very awesome female disciple.

It's a pity that my master didn't teach well.

"wrong."

It's not that I didn't teach well.

Yang Lin carefully flipped through his memory.

He suddenly became short of breath.

In the memory in my mind, there is actually a fourth-level and fifth-level "Idol Suppressing Prison Art".

Huya wasn't born like this, it was because Yang Lin had taught her the God of Immortal Suppressing Prison Art that he hadn't mastered yet since she was very young.

Now, Hu Ya has already practiced to the point where the power of the dragon and elephant is the second level.

Therefore, the body produces abnormalities.

The face is like a spring flower, and the body is like a dragon elephant, which looks very out of harmony.

As for himself, after so many years, he is still at the level of the first-order giant elephant strength. Speaking of it, he also has a strength of two thousand catties, and he can be regarded as a martial arts hero.

However, compared to the swaying of Hu Ya's arms, Wan Jin's strength is always with her, so I don't know where it is.

A disciple does not have to be inferior to a teacher.

A teacher does not have to be better than a disciple.

Yang Lin muttered a few words, and felt at ease again.

Although, this poplar forest is not this poplar forest.

But after all, this is the self in the parallel space, which is actually approximately equal to the self.

Hu Ya is very strong, that is because he taught well.

Thinking of Shenxiang's ability to suppress prisons, he couldn't help but feel a huge surprise in his heart.

He didn't expect that he, the owner of a small martial arts gym, and a member of the middle and lower classes in the city of Hangzhou, who had a hard time even having a good meal, would have such a treasure in his arms.

This is the secret code of physical body cultivation. Although there are no follow-up exercises, just relying on the previous four-level and five-fold exercises can already guide one's way forward and push the essence of cultivation to several levels.

"Could it be that all martial arts, or exercises in this world, are all so powerful?"

"Suppressing Prison Martial Arts Gym is just the lowest among the three martial arts gyms in Hangzhou Prefecture. Its strength and reputation are not worthy of praise, but it has such powerful martial arts.

So, how powerful are the Cyanwood Sword Hall and Mingwangtang? "

"There are rumors in the market that Taoist Master Zheng Huai, the owner of the Cyanwood Sword Gym, is good at flying swords. He can practice mortal swords to become immortal swords. He can kill demons and destroy demons. He is omnipotent."

Yang Lin didn't know if they were bragging, but he knew from his memory that there were 300 disciples in the Qingmu Sword Gym, all of them came from wealthy families, and the sword Gym was very rich.

As for Mingwangtang, I heard that its owner was from Jinshan Temple, and his name was Fayuan.

Many years ago, he failed to compete with Fa Hai for hosting, so he left Zhenjiang and came to Hangzhou to open a martial arts gym, where he taught the peacock heart method and the Ming king sword method.

There are 800 disciples, and the momentum is huge.

Thinking about it, he should have a very powerful real ability, otherwise, so many people would not learn it.

These are just a few martial arts halls, and there are flying swordsmanship and peacock Ming Wangfa.

Coupled with the level of the idol's prison-suppressing power on his body.

Yang Lin couldn't help but mourn for the people of this world for 3 minutes.

In a world with such force, can ordinary people really survive?

Thinking of Li Gongfu, and thinking of the two snake demons who left behind a beautiful legend.

That is a thousand-year-old snake demon, facing the body of a Buddhist arhat, flooding the Jinshan Temple, it will overwhelm the river and sea at every turn...