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"Young man, that's about it. Let's stop here today. The old man is also tired, so I won't see you off soon."

In Huahua’s old man’s house, the old man started to chase people away.

Zhao Mian held a thick stack of rice paper, about a hundred pages in size, with various moves written and drawn densely on it.

It was already dark outside, and the moon had already hung above the treetops. Zhao Mian and the old man had been coming to his house for several hours.

I have to say that a good man is a good man, and his efficiency is high. He finished drawing dozens of pages of rice paper in a smooth manner, plus the manuscripts he saved on the corners of the table and the walls, a total of about a hundred pages.

After roughly flipping through, Zhao Mian was very satisfied, rolled the rice paper into a bucket and put it in his arms.

He cupped his fists respectfully, "Senior, this junior wants to ask for more. This junior has been addicted to martial arts since childhood, and wants to see more famous stunts in the world. Of course, it is better to have those that have been lost."

The old man picked up the half-drunk second pot of sorghum wine and poured himself a glass, looked at Zhao Mian with a half-smile and said, "I heard what you mean, you are the sixth child of Murong's family, right? The street says you can't write well." Don’t you think Wu is the closest to sister Yao on weekdays, are you sure you are addicted to martial arts?”

Zhao Mian had black lines all over his head, thinking that his original body was really not a thing. He bit the bullet and said: "Senior has sharp eyes, and he will be able to see that this junior has good martial arts skills, and this junior does not boast about it. It's top notch."

Nodding his head, the old man picked up his wine glass and took a sip, let out a long sigh of relief, and then said: "Yes, this is what I am puzzled about, I heard that you have worshiped Emei a long time ago, but there is no trace of the true skills of the Emei sect on your body." , but Shaolin and Kunlun's internal strength is quite good, tell the old man how you did it."

"This~~" Zhao Mian didn't think about talking nonsense for a while, and got stuck in place.

Seeing that Zhao Mian was unwilling to say anything, the old man waved his hands happily and said, "Okay, you go, there are also many cheat books in your study, and some of them are of good quality, and your family's martial arts are also good, but remember You can't chew too much, young man, you have to be cautious when practicing."

Zhao Mian said again: "Senior, you can't miss an expert, I want to help you."

The old man Huahua stared, "How old am I? Are you sorry? Do you have any respect for the elderly? Hurry up!"

"I hope the seniors will be fulfilled!"

Seeing Zhao Mian's earnest attitude, as if he would not leave unless he agreed, the old man sighed and said, "It's fine if you hold hands, just give it a palm."

Zhao Mian was overjoyed, and then nodded, mobilized his whole body in an instant, and said "Please!", his feet trembled, and a layer of green-gold aura suddenly appeared around three inches, and against the backdrop of the oil lamp, it seemed that a ball of brilliance enveloped his whole body.

A gust of wind suddenly blew up in the small room, making the windows and all the decorations rattle.

Zhao Mian's left fist was at the waist, and his right palm was slowly pushed out. It seemed slow but fast. The entire right palm swelled more than three times, and there seemed to be golden light flowing on the surface, and it slapped towards the old man with a strong wind.

Zhao Mian learned the powerful vajra palm, a unique Shaolin technique, from his master Beixia Ouyang Chun in the world of white eyebrows, and he has already practiced it to [-]%.

The old man Huahua still sat on the bench and did not move. Seeing Zhao Mian's extraordinary momentum, he just opened his half-closed eyes a little.

wave~click~

In the next moment, Zhao Mian flew upside down and landed in the small courtyard. He took root and didn't move any more. However, the three-foot-square solid mud below his feet sank by more than a foot, and all his strength was transferred to the ground by Zhao Mian. ground.

The qi and blood in the body were a little surging, and Zhao Mian calmed down after breathing, and stood there frowning, carefully comprehending the palm-to-hand just now.

Just now Zhao Mian's Vigorous Vajra Palm was about to hit the old man's chest, and a slap seemed to appear out of nowhere.

There was no loud noise when the two palms collided, only a sound of "Bo~", and then Zhao Mian was shaken out of the room.

Tai Chi!The old man used the "four liang to move a thousand catties" in Taijiquan. Although four liang can't move a thousand catties, it is still stable to move a thousand catties.

Just now the old man's palm strength was extremely soft but also extremely firm, as if two rotating millstones stirred Zhao Mian's palm strength for his own use, and then suddenly counterattacked.

Amazing!If Zhao Mian's internal strength is compared to tamping the earth, then the old man's internal strength is reinforced concrete, which is much more compact than Zhao Mian's.

Compared with this world, the inner strength mentality obtained in the Baimei world is a bit superficial. Zhao Mian sighed, said "I'm fine" to the nervous Pei Jue, and entered the room again.

Pei Jue, who was counting the stars in the yard just now, was taken aback by his young master who flew out. The good guy flew out six or seven meters, the sleeve of his right arm was gone, only his smooth and powerful arm was exposed, and the ground under his feet sank. Deep, the pair of fast boots that cost five taels of silver were actually broken into countless pieces.

Just say it's okay!

Ignoring the little book boy's dumbfounded, Zhao Mian went into the room again barefoot.

In the room, the painting old man had already stood up, the sleeve on his right wrist was also shattered, and the stool under his buttocks was shattered into sawdust, leaving only four short wooden sticks standing on the ground.

Seeing Zhao Mian came back again, the old man blew his beard and stared at him and said, "You boy, are you still going?"

Zhao Mian clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Didn't the younger generation come with that weapon?"

As he spoke, Zhao Mian picked up the sword standing by the table and put it on his back, clasped his fists again and said, "Senior, look~~"

Before Zhao Mian finished speaking, the old man pointed at the door, "Get lost!"

"okay!"

"Wait!" Seeing Zhao Mian turned around and left, the old man said again: "If I damage one stool and two door panels, charging you four qian is not too much, is it?"

"Not much, not much." Zhao Mian turned around and put an ingot of ten taels of silver on the table, and asked again: "The younger generation has benefited a lot from the hand just now, and I don't know the last name of senior Gao."

The old man Huahua stroked his beard and squinted his eyes and said: "The old man's surname is Zhang. His name has been called for a long time. I forgot it myself. Just call me old man Zhang. Well, get out, and don't come here again." .”

Zhao Mian bowed again and saluted, "Yes!"

Watching Zhao Mian leave, the old man Zhang raised his right hand to look at the broken sleeve, and said to himself: "He is an interesting little guy, and he will be a great person again in a few years."

Looking at the furnishings in the house, the old man Zhang sighed, "It's time to move the house after living for decades, it's better to go back, it's better to go back."

In the middle of the Ming Dynasty, there were no wars in the mainland for more than a hundred years, and there was no curfew in the town. On the contrary, the central main street was very lively. There were many stalls in the night market, and the entrances of the brothels were the most lively.

Pei Jue would take a few glances at every brothel he passed by, and when he arrived at the third one, which was the last one on the way back to Tongfu Inn, he couldn't help but ask, "My lord, aren't you going to listen to the song tonight? I'll listen to it." It is said that there are several nobles from the capital in that Cuiyilou."

Zhao Mian paused, and glanced at the book boy beside him, "Quit, you have to quit from today onwards, you can go play after you are eighteen years old and your body won't grow any longer. If you touch too much now, you won't grow taller." .”

Pei Jue replied with a resentful smile, "Oh."

Knowing that he didn't listen, Zhao Mian continued: "Now is the time for you to lay the foundation of kung fu, and you should focus more on practicing kung fu in the future. To put it bluntly in the world, fists have the final say, and when you succeed in kung fu Money is not a problem, and I won't care about you anymore."

"Oh."

"By the way, don't we have a lot of martial arts cheats in our study?" Zhao Mian asked suddenly.

Pei Jue raised his face proudly and said with a smile: "Master, our Murong family has a lot of secret books for hundreds of years. It is said that there are many secret books in Huan Shi Shui Pavilion, but the young ones are not eligible to enter. You used to Should have been there."

Pei Jue said the last sentence in a low voice.

Also Shishui Pavilion!The name sounds impressive at first glance, Zhao Mian smiled and said casually, "I used to look for scriptures when I went there, but I didn't pay attention to any cheats. I suddenly wanted to go home."

Shi Shiran walked forward, and Zhao Mian returned to the Tongfu Inn barefoot under the guidance of the people around him.