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In the previous chapter, we talked about that Mr. Li Shantong occasionally showed his grandeur, and his "cat magic skill" made the arrogant little boy Yelu Yixin feel convinced and admired. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A child is a child!

No matter which dynasty or generation, which country is with which country, strength is the last word!

The relationship between the master and apprentice also "turned the page" and started a new page.

It is the abbreviation of "One Finger Zen", that is, "Shaolin Neijin One Finger Zen", which is the unique practice of Shaolin Shaolin Temple - South Shaolin in China. It has been refined and enriched by more than a dozen dynasties for hundreds of years, and has become a superior practice respected by the martial arts world. It is different from the general Shaolin dynamic gong, and also different from the general Zen forest Jinggong, but is a unique portal that includes dynamic gong, static gong, "competition", "technical attack" and other exercises.

How did an old Taoist priest practice this kind of divine skill that only a monk can practice?

It's still the same sentence, read it and cherish it!

Without further ado, let's continue to talk about the plot that should be talked about the most.

The inside of the house was a mass of harmony.

"Well, it turns out that the master is so good to me, why didn't I see it?"

Yelu Yixin raised her cute little face, and her sweet smile was mixed with a few wisps of flattery, a hint of shyness, and a few pieces of gratitude.

A whole chunk of chocolate cake filling.

"It's not too late to know."

Li Shantong didn't expect this little clever ghost to "brain teaser" so quickly, and said with a wry smile.

"You'll find out sooner or later."

Li Shantong didn't mean to continue the topic, he was thinking in his heart, and the most difficult problem under his nose was solved. However, it is not enough to rely on such a little curiosity, how to make the child understand his good intentions from the root is the only way to completely solve the "trust crisis".

"Why do you want to learn martial arts from me?"

It can be seen that this topic really has to continue, and it is necessary to continue to the end.

"Of course I want to learn, I learn martial arts to avoid being angry with others."

Speaking of which, the tall and thin pole appeared in front of the little boy's eyes, and he was so annoying that he really wanted to punch him all over the ground and find his teeth.

"How can I not be angry with others?"

"Beat him down."

In reply, the little boy made a fierce gesture, drawing a powerful arc in the air that he thought was beautiful.

"And then?"

Asked disdainfully.

"And then ......"

Obviously, I didn't even think about such a question, I didn't even dream about it.

"Child, it's impossible to fight without being bullied, and you don't want to think about it, can you fight all the people in the world?"

Li Shantong smiled rarely, trying to make the atmosphere of the conversation relaxed and relaxed.

At that time, there was already a "happy education method", which was not only a thousand years later, nor was it the original creation of a certain "brick family".

"Then how can you not be angry?"

With the teacher's persuasion, the students finally have some understanding.

"If you want to avoid anger, you must learn to use and control people's hearts."

"Teacher, you've said this before, but I just don't understand, what does it have to do with fiddling with those rotten bones all day long?"

Going around and around, it's back to square one, it's really sad.

Wisdom comes from urgency!

"What can you read from such a small piece of bone?"

Li Shantong pulled on the ground with his hand, pinched the small phalange, handed it to Yi Xin's small palm, and asked him to observe it carefully before talking.

"This, what's so nice about this, didn't you say it all, this is a woman, and she wears a toe ring."

Another face full of disdain.

"Take a good look at it."

"No matter how good you look, you can't see anything else."

"Take a good look and see if there's anything inside this bone that you haven't found!"

The teacher's face was not good-looking, and the little boy had to frown, pout, squint, and look at the little bone several times.

"Huh? Master, why is there a black line in this! ”

After looking at it like this for a long time, I really made a new discovery.

A thin, almost negligible black line runs through the entire phalange. And one end of the black line was in the shallow, barely absent groove on the surface of the phalange, a small black dot that was also almost non-existent.

"Do you know what this black line is?"

"I don't know, I don't know."

This time, the little head shook like a merchant.

"It's a poison thread!"

"Huh?!"

This time, the little mouth was as startled as a small scoop.

"This woman died of poisoning, which can also be understood as death from murder, and the poison seeped into the bone marrow from that toe ring."

"Yikes! Yikes! ”

Under the further guidance of the old teacher, the elementary school student finally let out an exclamation that he understood, and began to nod his head frequently.

"Now I know why I let you tinker with these things every day."

"Ah, master, you taught me how to poison others."

"Yes and no, there is also anti-virus, and there is more important than poisoning and anti-poisoning."

Yi Xin can realize this level, Li Shantong is still satisfied, he can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, everything is difficult at the beginning, the coming day is long, take your time.

A murderous aura outside the window.

"This old man with a dead bull's nose, we have gone through all the hardships to protect you, and you still want to poison you, this is also a little ruthless."

A big cat said.

"This old man with a dead bull's nose, we have gone through all the hardships to protect you, and you still want to poison you, this is also a little ruthless."

Another big cat said.

The two cats were scolding Li Shantong for hurting their daughter.

Their daughter is the little fan with a cute little pink nose, but fortunately she hid in time and was not seriously injured.

At this moment, our little pink girl is both aggrieved and sad, with tears in her eyes.

"Brother Black Cat, where are you?"

She called affectionately in her heart.

……

The morning light is faint.

On a dirt road shrouded in mist, there came an old and a young, tall and a short, far away.

The big hand is holding the small hand, the adult is carrying a big bag, and the villain is carrying a small bag, and it seems that he is going to go far away.

In a good mood, the flowers and grass on the side of the road are also nodding their heads and bowing, opening their mouths and saying hello.

"Teacher, is it really that far away that we are going?"

The little face flushed with extreme longing and curiosity.

"It's not too far, it will take about a month or two to walk!"

He replied without any emotion.

Yi Xin stopped talking, and he had to speed up his pace to keep from falling farther.

There is no horseback riding, no, and there is no need, walking is the best experience.

Of course, this is Li Shantong's suggestion.

The child travels thousands of miles, and the mother is worried.

This time the journey may have been more than a thousand miles, and my mother's worries were even greater.

She was in a sad and happy mood, and she had not slept well for several days.

The worry is that my son is only ten years old, and he has to follow an old Taoist priest on a long journey, what to do if he can't eat well, what to do if he doesn't sleep well, what to do if he gets sick, what to do if he gets lost, and what to do if he encounters bad people...... What to do with so much, she has no solution, she can only worry.

The joy is that his son is only ten years old, and he can follow an old Taoist priest to travel far away, and the place he went to is a big city, the heart of this country, the capital, and many people have never been there in their lives, and they also hugged her.

Driven by this sad and happy emotion, as a mother, all she can do is to decorate her son's small bag as much as possible, and decorate it more, almost take away everything that can be taken away from the house, and iron some in her heart.

Finally, it's time to go!

Grandpa Sun is still asleep in the bed, very heavy and fragrant.

The oil lamp had been lit early in the dilapidated yurt, or perhaps it had not been extinguished at all on such a night.

Mother sat still, her mind racing rapidly, lest she miss something, such as an ID card or an admission ticket, if there was one in those days.

Finally, it's time to go!

"Carrying so many things, before I can get to the place, I will be exhausted."

Looking at the student's struggling appearance, the teacher was not happy.

He removed from his back the sac that did not fit into his thin body.

Another toss-up.

One doesn't let you bring more.

One tries to bring as much as possible.

This kind of quarrel has a good atmosphere, and it should be called an argument, which is more accurate.

In the end, the teacher took over the student's bag, and the student carried the teacher's bag.

The teacher's bag was small and light, and the contents were mysterious, making a tiny sound of hitting each other.

The student's bag was large and heavy, but the contents were mundane, except for what he ate, including a few pants and a few pairs of socks.

Do Khitans wear socks and trousers? I don't know! Let's think of it this way, no one has ever seen it, and I certainly haven't used "suspenders" or even "lace" or anything like that.

Grandpa Sun squinted his red sleepy eyes, crawled out of the bed, yawned a long time, and got up.

It's really time to go, it's a lot later than planned, and there's still a long way to go to the next place to stay.

The mother's tears rippled.

Father burst into tears.

The son was full of smiles, without a word of farewell, and ran ahead with joy, impatient.

At this moment, in this situation, his heart only has longing and curiosity for the distance.

Where are you in that city?