After Zhang Tinglei left, Wang Jinghu pressed his hand on the table and gasped slightly, and he said in amazement: "Who else is there?"

A middle-aged fat man in his forties walked in and said, "Uncle Master, are you back?"

"It's Shi Pu--" Wang Jinghu said lightly.

Wang Shipu turned on the lights in the yard, then went into the room and turned on the lights in the main hall. Wang Jinghu sat upright there. He looked only about fifty years old, with black hair and thick hair tied into a back. He was of medium size but very burly. Except for his slightly raised belly, it was all the time.

Wang Shipu was still a little excited after all, bowed upright and said, "Uncle Master!"

Wang Jinghu waved his hand and said, "Sit down."

Wang Shipu sat opposite him as he spoke and asked carefully: "How is my master okay..."

Wang Jinghu said: "Not good, there is no worst."

Wang Shipu was relieved after a moment of silence, and finally asked: "Why do you want to destroy Xiaojun's martial arts?"

Wang Jinghu suddenly laughed, and he closed his hair back and said, "Your martial arts have improved a lot. If you weren't going to force me to use this sect's palm technique before."

Wang Shipu said seriously: "Uncle Master did not reveal his martial arts in the end. I could see that the last few moves I tried my best to give you the idea of ​​changing your fists and palms, but you didn't change them in the end - I recognized you based on my figure."

Wang Jinghu laughed: "Shi Pu, you are still so honest." Although he was laughing, he didn't have the pleasure. He stopped his smile and said, "Tell me where Wang Xiaojun is now!"

Wang Shipu smiled with the tactfulness and slyness of a township leader and said, "I don't know this either."

Wang Jinghu shouted sternly: "Do you know that Xiaojun is now infatuated?"

Wang Shipu subconsciously said, "How could it be?"

Wang Jinghu said: "From his current palm power, he will soon break through to the third level of the Iron Palm!"

Wang Shipu was startled and said, "But... after breaking through the second level, you need to practice internal strength and cooperate. How could he..."

Wang Jinghu said: "That's right, after breaking through the second level, you have to practice internal skills before you can continue to move forward. So as long as we don't pass on the internal skills to Qingqing, we don't have to worry about her being backfired in the future. The martial arts of our Iron Palm Gang are like a big fire. If you want to stay strong, you have to keep adding firewood. The internal skills are this firewood. Now the raging fire on Xiaojun has burned to the highest point. Without new fuel, what will happen in the end?"

"Will you continue to burn him?" Wang Shipu said horrifiedly.

"Yes, the backlash will attach to him decades earlier. I faced him. The strong and domineering behavior showed that he would soon break through the third level, but his foundation was weak. This is a sign of severe overdrawing of his hard work. Every time he attacked someone, his condition would worsen. If I expected it would be as good as I did, he would definitely lose money at least for three months or six months. If he did not die at that time, he would be seriously disabled."

Wang Shipu said anxiously: "How could this happen?"

Wang Jinghu said: "With his foundation, it is really lucky and dangerous to break through the first level after 270,000 palms in three days. If there is a slight mistake in these three days, you will suffer from a lifetime disability. I didn't expect this kid to withstand it unknowingly."

Wang Shipu said: "But these three days are something we all have experienced."

Wang Jinghu said: "You were a teenager. Think about it, after you studied hard for many years, your master and I agreed to let you pass the first level? And we always protected you by those three days. Although Qingqing likes to be smart, she is born to love martial arts. She has not been lazy for three years since she joined the gang. Think about Xiaojun again, although he has learned palm techniques since childhood, it is intermittent and sparse. In total, it is good to have three months of practice time. You are accumulating strength and looking for light in the dark. The dangers in this are really hard to describe."

"Is Xiaojun still a genius who practices martial arts?"

Wang Jinghu said: "It has nothing to do with geniuses. If you are bad, it will be bad for those three months. If Yima did not teach him any moves since childhood, even if he followed the map, he would never be able to pass the first level. In the final analysis, your master would teach him thirty iron palms despite my opposition."

Wang Shipu said: "That's no reason to be possessed by the evil spirit?"

"He forced his way through the first level, and he was not restrained and engaged in fighting with people everywhere. His body load was seriously overspent. He seemed to be getting stronger and stronger on the surface, but in fact he was slowly exhausted. What else could I do except stop him?" Wang Jinghu was a little desolate when he said this, and his expression became sad.

Wang Shipu said: "What if we teach him the inner strength and mind method now?"

Wang Jinghu waved his hand: "He is injured, and practicing internal skills will be delayed by one or two years at most. At that time, the pain will be better than today. Your master and I have been committed to finding hidden dangers for so many years. Now we have unanimously determined that the problem is definitely not in the first and second level realm, so it must be that there is something wrong with internal skills, and it is very likely that the root of the disease has been laid from the third level realm. Depending on the different practitioners, it may not be outbreaking in the seventh level realm. Shi Pu, do you understand all this? - Don't practice the martial arts of the Iron Palm Gang again in the future!"

Wang Shipu said in surprise: "Uncle Master, have you also suffered a backlash at the sixth level?"

Wang Jinghu nodded.

"What does that feel?"

Wang Jinghu said word by word: "When an attack occurs, life is worse than death."

Wang Shipu's face turned pale and said, "How is my master doing?"

Wang Jinghu said: "Your master's attack frequency is much higher than mine. He is not in danger of life yet, but if nothing unexpected happens, he will not be able to come out to see people again."

Wang Shipu took a deep breath and said depressedly: "Then our Iron Palm Gang..."

Wang Jinghu said lightly: "If the God wants to destroy the Iron Palm Gang, let it go."

Wang Shipu also said something similar to Wang Xiaojun, but he didn't expect that this would be the result.

The two sat opposite each other silently for a while, and Wang Jinghu said, "Do you still refuse to tell me about Xiaojun's whereabouts?"

Wang Shipu stammered: "It's too..."

Wang Jinghu said: "He is my son, I naturally have a sense of responsibility. I will only destroy his iron palm. As long as I don't get involved in the world, he is no different from ordinary people."

Wang Shipu hesitated for a long time before he said hard: "I heard from Qingqing that he seems to be going to Emei."

"Then you book me the air ticket tomorrow." Wang Jinghu murmured to himself, "Xiaojun is more cruel to himself than others. Even if there is no such thing, I don't want him to enter the martial arts world." Finally, he sighed deeply and said, "The world is dangerous!"

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"Eggplant."

“Big chili.”

“Spicy pepper.”

"I'm stuffed."

"I'll eat after I'm full."

"Hahahaha, sister, you're wrong again."

After the train walked all night, Tingting woke up as soon as the sky was dawn, and quickly established a friendship with Tang Sisi. The two of them were playing the game of talking in the opposite direction.

Tingting and her mother are both locals. The mother and daughter are going to Chengdu to see their father working there. Tingting's mother is in her early thirties and is gentle and friendly. She takes a lot of food and drinks with her and countless bread and cakes. Wang Xiaojun and the others have benefited a lot.

Hu Tailai sat against the window, hiding his right hand beside him, his face looked very bad. One day and one night, the black on his wrist rose by 2 cm, and the pain would occur intermittently. Once it started, it was very unbearable, but he insisted on not taking painkillers, so he had to keep consciousness to judge the injury.

Tang Sisi asked in a low voice worriedly: "It's started again?"

Hu Tailai forced a smile and shook his head to say it was okay.

Tingting's mother said with concern: "Didn't you bring medicine?" She only knew that Hu Tailai seemed to have a chronic disease.

Tingting raised her face and said, "Uncle Hu, let the bad guy brother tell you a story. Every time I get sick, my mother will tell me stories. It won't hurt when I fall asleep." She has been calling Wang Xiaojun a bad guy brother since last night. Tingting's mother stopped him several times, but Wang Xiaojun laughed and accepted the title first. He had a lot of fun in this big and small group, and he had to let him go.

Wang Xiaojun smiled and said, "Bad people are bad people, at least brother - Lao Hu, what story do you want to hear?" Although they talked and laughed, they could not feel relaxed. No one knew what the future would be. Even if the people in Emei were willing to teach kung fu, even if they were willing to teach, they could not learn it. And in less than ten days, all this was like mountains pressing against the hearts of several people.

Wang Xiaojun whispered to Hu Tailai: "Actually, I think Tingting's method is good. You have to focus on other things now. I would have liked to bring you a few little yellow books if I had known."

Hu Tailai said speechlessly: "If you want to attract my attention, is it useful to discuss boxing with me?"

Wang Xiaojun spread his hands: "I don't know how to box, and you don't want to learn how to teach you palms, and I can't teach you either."

Hu Tailai suddenly had an idea and took out the booklet picked up from Yu Er's bed from his pocket: "I have a Qingcheng School palm technique. If you are interested, I can study it with you."

However, to be honest, Wang Xiaojun was not interested, but since Hu Tailai made a request, he had to grit his teeth and agree. Just like a friend who broke up and asked you to drink with him, even if you have a poor alcohol tolerance, you have to do it. Of course, drinking has nothing to do with alcohol tolerance, and it is still tempting and tempting after all. Now Hu Tailai is more like watching a bad movie with someone who doesn’t like to watch movies at all...

Hu Tailai reached out to flip the first page, and suddenly closed it halfway through, and said with a serious expression: "It's not good for us to peek like this, isn't it good for us to do martial arts?"

Wang Xiaojun said impatiently: "Do you watch it? Or I'll just use traffic to give you a little porn movie."

Hu Tailai solemnly opened the first page. There was a little man half-squatting above, putting his palm on his waist, and slapped it out. There were dotted lines on the palm, which indicated the attack route. There were simple text markings below: This palm can be virtual or real.

Wang Xiaojun laughed out loud, and Hu Tai came to ask, "Why are you laughing at?"

"Do you think this person looks like the Japanese sumo wrestler in Street Fighter? This is still a shadowless hand!"

Hu Tailai also smiled, but felt that he didn't respect him much, so he quickly became serious again.

Wang Xiaojun curled his lips and said, "I think this is not a secret book at all. I guess it was a disciple of Qingcheng Sect who was just drawing it. Look at this technique, tsk tsk, it's far worse than me."

Indeed, the villain in the booklet is childish in painting and poor in lines. At first glance, it is painted by a person with no background.

Hu Tailai opened the second page, and there were two pictures on the same page, and it was very strange: the little man in the painting turned his back to the reader, and both arms were stretched behind him. According to the steps of the digital marking, he first hit the elbow of his left hand with his right palm, then swung his left arm, and cooperated with the movements on his waist and legs to generate the second picture - the little man's left palm was infinitely extended, hitting a distance of two or three meters...

Wang Xiaojun was stunned and stamped his feet and beat his chest and smiled: "This is the long Indian arm on the street fighter. What a secret, it is just a copy of a street fighter enthusiast."

Hu Tailai frowned slightly and said, "No, if you are a master who can flexibly control joints, the effect on this picture can indeed be achieved."

"Look at what new things can be unlocked on the next page?" This book is like the spring palace map when it comes to Wang Xiaojun. Its main function is to swell the posture.

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