"Knock...... Knock ......" The dull beating sound continued to sound in the empty martial arts hall.

At a glance, the entire martial arts hall was already empty, with no knives, guns, sticks, and exercise equipment, and the only thing left was a wooden stake on the edge of the corner, at this time an old man with silver hair and a slightly hunched back was slowly hitting the wooden stake. Not far behind him, a teenager stood behind the old man.

The young man had dazzling blonde hair, a delicate face, and two large eyes that were bright and bright, exuding a charming light like stars; With white skin, his whole body is like a javelin, and he stands resolutely.

Although the old man was already full of silver hair, his physical strength was obviously still not comparable to ordinary people, and after hitting the wooden stake for an hour, he slowly stopped, turned around and looked around, his eyes full of nostalgia.

After a while, the old man turned to face the young man again, his face was full of smiles and love, and said, "Abner, you must not slack off in practicing martial arts after the teacher leaves; You are young and vigorous, think twice before you encounter something, don't conflict with others at will, endure everything and let go, don't feel ashamed. ”

When the old man said this, he looked at the young man, and seeing that there was no look of disgriety on his face, he bowed his head slightly with satisfaction, and continued:

"You are a person who practices martial arts, they can't even stand your punch, there is no need to deal with them, and you have lost your identity in vain." Speaking of this, the old man's face was full of pride.

"Yes, the apprentice remembers the master's teachings."

"Yes." The old man nodded with satisfaction, but he seemed to think of something again, and said with a frown: "After the master leaves, if you have any doubts about martial arts, I will ask your senior brother more." ”

"Although his talent is not as good as yours, after all, he has practiced martial arts far more than you, and he has been following him for the longest time, so it must be right to ask him more!"

"Yes! Master! ”

Abner replied respectfully, but he pursed his lips secretly.

……

"Senior brother, his mind has long been on kung fu, but he has devoted himself to his restaurant, and let the senior brother give advice, most of them are not playing!"

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The old man has been in the United States for 30 years, and when he is approaching his old age, he still wants to return to his roots.

It happened that news came from Huaguo.

Half a month ago, the old man's only son in China asked someone to bring news several times: saying that the situation in China had calmed down, and he wanted to take the old man back to China to recuperate in his old age.

After receiving this news, Tang Xiyi could not bear it, just a few days ago, he sold the martial arts hall, and during the day today, he dismissed a group of disciples, packed up his luggage, and waited for him to get on the plane tomorrow and return to China.

At this time, I saw Tang Xiyi carefully take out a thick small book from his pocket and hand it to Abner.

"This is some of the experience of practicing martial arts for decades, and you should be of some help if you take a closer look."

Ding dong!

[Hint: You have obtained "Tang Xiyi's martial arts experience"! 】

Abner took it unceremoniously, and said with a smile on his face: "Hey, hey, master, you didn't keep a hand, did you?" ”

"There is a saying in your country: the apprentice of the church starves to death the master!"

Boom!

Tang Xiyi angrily pointed at Abner's brain, which was a brain melon.

"You stinky boy!"

After the master and apprentice frolicked, Tang Xiyi's face became serious again.

"Abner, although your Xingyi fist already has a certain amount of heat, but Xingyi Xingyi has tangible intentions, and your fist is tangible but not unintentional!"

Speaking of this, Tang Xihe paced again and again with a little distress, as if he was thinking about what to say.

After a long time, he said again: "This means...... I can't talk to you as a teacher, it's just a kind of momentum or something...... In short, you have to experience it for yourself. In the future, if you have the opportunity to go to China, Xingyi Quan originated in China after all, and it is difficult for you to cultivate to a high level if you don't understand China's cultural heritage. ”

"Anyway, look more! Practice more! Think more! ”

As he spoke, he leaned closer to Abner's ear and whispered, "If you really decide to take this path, then the most important thing is that! Hit more!! ”

The face is serious, the voice is cold, and there is a momentum that is not angry and self-threatening!

"Yes! Master! ”

Abner also had a straight face, putting away the expression of a hippie smile.

Martial arts are not dance skills! This is a killing technique, from ancient times to the present, how can there be a martial arts master who has reached the realm of a grandmaster by practicing behind closed doors.

Which grandmaster doesn't have blood on his hands, and he doesn't have corpses under his feet!

Tang Xiyi's body shape and Yiquan kung fu is superb, and he can be called a grandmaster, and it is also in the past 30 years, with this fist and foot, punch punch.

There were more than a dozen who died under his fists, and countless were disabled.

Full of anger and murderous aura, even a powerful ghost like Sumra saw it, and they all retreated and did not dare to approach.

"Now! Hold on to your wooden stake and fuck off. ”

After the reprimand, the old man waved his hand directly and began to catch up with people.

Abner didn't refute either, and with a smile he picked up the wooden stake and walked out of the martial arts hall, leaving the lonely figure of the old man alone, slowly looking around, feeling that his thirty years had passed.

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The wooden stakes made of high-quality locust wood weigh hundreds of catties, but Abner was as light as nothing on his back, and he took one last look at the martial arts hall, which had accompanied him from the age of eight to the age of thirteen.

If there are no accidents, this will be the last time I will see this martial arts hall.

If you see you next time, it might become a supermarket, a restaurant, a hotel......

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"Sumra...... The master is gone! In the future, we will only be left to get along with each other day and night, and now I think about it, it's still a little sad......"

Walking on the streets at night, looking at the slightly dark streets, Abner said with a little sadness.

"But the master is gone, you should be the happiest!"

As a ghost, what Semura fears most is the kind of person who is full of blood and vigor and full of murderous energy, but the old man has both points.

In the past, when he was in the martial arts hall, Sumra was as far away as the old man could be.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

The phone in his pocket rang, and Abner picked it up.

"Abner, when are you coming back?"

A loud and heavy voice came from the phone, it was Abner's cheap dad in this city: Semen!

"I just came out of the martial arts hall, and I'll be home soon!"

"Be careful on the road, the nearest Manhattan is not very peaceful!"

"Know Luo!"

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