The morning light is like a rainbow, Wu's dojo.

This is a small martial arts hall located in the old street that is about to be demolished in Bashan District, where the martial arts hall is located is a small western-style building, probably a small western-style building built in the forties and fifties, old and dilapidated.

He Dong went around and around, and when it was ten o'clock, he found a place, parked outside the martial arts hall, pushed the car door, and then tidied up his clothes.

He looked in the rearview mirror, well, not bad, very handsome.

The first time I saw Lord Taishan, I naturally had to maintain a good posture, otherwise Lao Taishan would not be satisfied, and he would not marry a daughter-in-law.

He took out the rectangular gift box at the back of the carriage and walked down the path.

He didn't quite understand why Xiang Xiaocao's father had to meet him in the martial arts hall, he already felt that today's trip might not be so easy.

However, Lord Taishan is respected, since he said that he will see you in the martial arts hall, it is not okay not to see it.

At the entrance of the martial arts hall, there were six young men in white kung fu uniforms standing left and right, and a young man led by the generals, about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, had a flat head, a big face, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light.

"Are you He Dong?"

The young man at the head watched He Dong walk in, and then stepped forward and blocked in front of He Dong.

"This car is good, it seems that my sister's boyfriend is not simple!" Standing on the right side of the young man, a young man in a black kung fu suit looked at He Dong's car and whispered.

"Land Rover, I haven't seen this medium-sized model, but I estimated it, and the price is at least one million!"

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old junior brother in the back, he naturally wants cars and loves to collect all kinds of models, so he hurriedly said: "Senior sister's boyfriend must be a rich kid." ”

"The master hates the rich kid the most, and this time he is guilty!"

Several disciples looked at each other and said jokingly.

The martial arts hall has been a little defeated over the years, and I hope that people who practice martial arts will go to what karate taekwondo, or practice boxing sanda, for the national art spread in China, the training is hard, the effect is slow, and there is little natural cultivation.

Several of them are the only remaining apprentices in the martial arts hall, and the youngest one has been practicing in the martial arts hall for three years, and they have great respect for their master.

"It's me!"

He Dong nodded and strode up.

"I'm the master's eldest disciple Wuling, the master has been waiting for you inside for a long time, please come with me!"

The elder brother's voice was deep and cold.

"Senior brother?"

When He Dong heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched a little.

"Please!" This senior brother was obviously a little indifferent, and the narrow light in the corners of his eyes shimmered with wisps of blade-like light.

"Please!"

The senior brothers behind the senior brother also made some shocking sounds.

"Scare me?"

He Dong squinted slightly, this little occasion didn't make him feel anything.

"Hehe, a little generous!"

"It seems that this kid is not so simple!"

Several disciples of the martial arts hall watched He Dong walk in leisurely under the momentum of a few of them who practiced martial arts, and suddenly sighed a little.

"The little junior sister's vision is not very bad!" The senior brother squinted slightly: "I hope it's not an embroidered pillow that is strong on the outside and dry in the middle, otherwise it won't be so easy if you want to pass the master's level!" ”

He Dong suddenly stopped, raised his head slightly, looked at the signboard of the martial arts hall, and was a little speechless in his heart: "I obviously came to see Lord Taishan, here, I feel a little like kicking the hall!" ”

This piece of recruitment, wooden, hangs high in Xuantian, but the words on it are profound, and the strokes are like blades, even people like He Dong who have no cultural connotation can feel a breath that belongs to a martial artist.

He knew from Xiang Xiaocao that although this was a great era of science and technology, and a black star could be worth ten years of hard training, the martial arts, as the quintessence of China, were still handed down.

He Dong took a deep breath and walked into the martial arts hall, and what greeted him was a spacious martial arts training venue, which was somewhat different from the martial arts halls of ordinary taekwondo and karate.

On the empty martial arts training ground, there are wooden stakes, and there are weapon racks on the left and right, which are very firm and charming, a bit like those sect dojos in the TV series.

In front of the martial arts training ground.

A middle-aged man, dressed in a robe, sat cross-legged with his feet crossed, as if his ears were not listening to what was going on outside the window, and he was concentrating on making tea.

He didn't have a trace of a rough martial artist, but seemed to have the elegant bearing of some ancient Confucians.

"This is Xiaocao's father?"

He Dong always thought that Xiang Xiaocao's father was a rough martial artist, but now it seems that the father who can have a beautiful daughter like Xiang Xiaocao has good genes.

"Dongzi, you're here."

The girl in a white glass kung fu suit sat next to her father, and when she saw He Dong walking in, her pretty face was overjoyed, she jumped up directly, took He Dong's hand with one hand, and said, "Let me introduce you, this is my father, Wu Qinglong!" ”

Then she looked at her father a little shyly: "Dad, this is He Dong!" ”

"Hello uncle, I'm He Dong, the first time I came to the door, a small gift, not a tribute!"

He Dong saluted respectfully and handed over the rectangular gift box in his hand.

The middle-aged man was indifferent, it was the senior brother who stepped forward and gave the gift box to his subordinates.

After he saluted, he hurriedly pulled Xiaocao, and in his ear, asked in the lowest voice: "Xiaocao, aren't you surnamed Xiang?" Why is your father's surname Wu, is he still pro-family? ”

"Dear!"

A low, thunderous voice echoed in He Dong's ears.

He Dong was slightly surprised, and suddenly looked up, and met a pair of eyes like going deep into the sea, Xiang Xiaocao's father's calm gaze seemed to hide a sharp blade,

He had rarely seen such a cold gaze, and he couldn't help but feel some pain in his eyes.

Can you hear it from so far?

He Dong was a little surprised in his heart.

"Dongzi, my dad has very good ears, don't talk nonsense!"

Xiaocao pinched He Dong's arm and said in a low voice: "Of course I was born to my father, but I take my mother's surname, but I am the descendant of the martial arts Taiji!" ”

"I'm sorry, uncle, for the offense!" He Dong said with a smile on his face.

"Sit!"

Wu Qinglong retracted his gaze and said calmly.

"Yes!"

His words were as sharp as a heavy mountain, and when He Dong heard this, he sat cross-legged with some obedience and sat opposite the middle-aged man.

"You sit too!"

Wu Qinglong glanced at his daughter indifferently, and said lightly: "Don't jump around here, your father and I won't eat him!" ”

Xiang Xiaocao's face was crimson, she looked at He Dong, stuck out her tongue, and sat beside her father obediently.

"What are you all looking at, go practice!" Wu Qinglong raised his head and glanced sideways at a few apprentices who were watching the excitement, and his indifferent voice seemed to explode in the air.

"Yes!"

Senior Brother hurriedly took a few senior brothers to practice, but he didn't leave He Dong's eyes.

"Do you like to drink kung fu tea?"

Wu Qinglong poured He Dong a cup of tea.

"I don't really like it!"

He Dong said calmly, he didn't quite understand, why so many people like to invite him to taste kung fu tea?