When he arrived at Yuanlai Peak, Wang Dong knew the meaning of Bai Jiu's words "Worshipping the ancestor is the most solemn etiquette in the world".

He and Cui Shuangyu began to salute from the foot of the mountain and bowed all the way to the peak.

Cui Shuangyu is okay, the martial arts master of the Sanyue Realm, climbing the mountain and climbing the peak is like walking on the ground, but Wang Dong is miserable, he has always lacked exercise, he has a sore back and leg cramps, and when he arrived at the peak platform, he sat directly on the ground, panting for breath.

"Get up. Cui Shuangyu glanced at him and frowned.

Wang Dong raised his right hand and waved, signaling to rest for a while, Cui Shuangyu ignored him anymore, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, the stone statue of the patriarch was in front of him, but she brought such a "Ruyi Langjun", and her mood was inevitably a little complicated.

Wang Dong sat cross-legged, exhaled and breathed according to the breathing method mentioned in the "Commentary", but after a cup of tea, his body was exhausted, he opened his eyes and stood up, and said to Cui Shuangyu's back: "Miss Cui, let's take an oath." ”

Cui Shuangyu glanced back at him, a different color flashed in his eyes, and said lightly: "You come here." ”

Wang Dong walked over and stood side by side with her, bowing to the stone statue of the ancestor of the Red Thread Gang standing on the side of the cliff on the top of the peak.

The stone statue of the patriarch was radiant and graceful, standing alone on the edge of the cliff, fluttering away in the wind.

After Wang and Cui finished their salutes, a slender red line fell from the stone statue, and the two ends of the red line fell on them respectively.

"Tie the red thread to your left ring finger. Cui Shuangyu said.

Wang Dong did it.

Waiting for Wang Dong to tie it, Cui Shuangyu tied the other end of the red line to the ring finger of his right hand, and was about to speak, when the red line suddenly disappeared automatically.

Wang Dong was surprised and blurted out: "This is Anu's thread?"

Cui Shuangyu looked at his right hand, stunned, and was shocked more than Wang Dong.

According to old legends, the patriarch's "thread" will only disappear at the moment of the tie when it encounters a real match made in heaven, which means that the heart is connected, and under normal circumstances, it is just a ritual and symbol.

Cui Shuangyu's eyes became a little strange when he looked at Wang Dong, and the latter guessed: "The red line disappeared, it should mean that the ancestor did not approve of us, she is still a powerful old man, and she can see through that we are pretending to be husband and wife." ”

Cui Shuangyu said: "You are not allowed to talk to anyone." ”

"Of course, wouldn't it be revealing if you said it. Wang said.

"After you go back, you will continue to live in Zhaochuan Xiaozhu, except for Bai Jiu, I will arrange for others to take care of your diet and daily life......"

Wang Dong hurriedly interrupted: "Don't, Bai Jiuyi is fine." ”

"It's up to you. Cui Shuangyu did not insist.

"In addition, I want to ask, after we get married, my actions will not be restricted, you know my true identity, the so-called 'bad person for a day, bad person for life', although the organization has been abolished by the imperial court, we will continue to do what we should do. ”

"As long as it doesn't damage the reputation and interests of the gang, you can do anything. ”

"That's good. Wang Dong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "By the way, there is one more thing, I am going to officially practice martial arts and fitness from today, and it is no problem to borrow the venue behind your mountain, right?"

"You can go in and out of the back mountain at will, but if you want to learn the martial arts of the Gang, you must first worship the ...... of the Gang."

Wang waved his hand and said, "No, I'll teach myself." ”

Cui Shuangyu wanted to hit him twice, but suddenly thought of the real performance of his rapid recovery of strength at the top of the mountain, and was silent.

After going down the mountain, the two parted ways, Cui Shuangyu was worried about the safety of his father in the capital, and he had to prepare for the succession ceremony of the head of the family before the master and the master returned from their travels.

Wang Dong's mood was relatively relaxed, anyway, the questions he couldn't figure out couldn't be figured out for a while, so he simply put it aside for the time being.

He went out into the forest alone, ready to choose a suitable wooden stick to make himself a handy weapon, the dragon club.

I picked five or six wooden sticks and carried them back together, and on the way, I met a disciple of the Red Line Gang who had seen him, and asked him curiously: "What is my uncle doing when he picks up these wooden sticks and comes back?"

"I'm going to make myself a weapon. ”

Saying this, he passed by, and there was inevitably a whisper behind him.

"Uncle is really nonsense, can you make weapons out of wood, and it's almost the same as making toys?"

Wang Dong didn't care.

In the next two days, in addition to continuing to practice the "Commentary" and studying the "Coiling Dragon Stick Spectrum", the rest of his time was to make the Coiling Dragon Stick with the help of Bai Jiu.

The news has also spread in the gang, and everyone laughed when they chatted after dinner.

On the third day, the stick was finally ready, and I couldn't wait to take it to the back mountain to practice.

Learning kung fu is such a thing, the difference between theory and practice is too far, and the stick scores and diagrams can be understood and understood.

What bothers him is the carrying of the stick, he doesn't have the ability of Sun Wukong, he can make the stick smaller and stuff it in his ears, in addition, whether he carries it or carries it, he feels weird, and the temperament of carrying a sword and a knife is too far away.

While trying to play the dragon stick and thinking about these things boringly, He Yuchan didn't know when he came to the back mountain.

"Uncle, are you going to learn the stick technique?" He Yuchan watched Wang move the dance stick for a while, and couldn't bear to look at it directly, so he asked out loud.

"Oh, yes. Wang Dong replied simply.

"Nowadays, there are not many people in all sects on the rivers and lakes to learn stick skills, and there is no introductory stick method to learn. He Yuchan said this with good intentions, after all, if Wang Dongru practiced swordsmanship, she and the senior sister in charge could give some pointers.

"I will practice swords, in fact, I will practice knives, guns, palms, fists, light skills and other kung fu, after all, I want to be a man who is proficient in all kinds of martial arts. ”

Wang Dong's tone was extremely confident, "But before that, I will learn the stick technique first, after all, the stick is the head of a hundred soldiers." ”

"Eighteen Martial Arts...... Proficient in everything......"

The corners of He Yuchan's mouth twitched, she still had three points of kindness towards this dragon set uncle, the senior sister in charge was recognized as a martial arts genius in the rivers and lakes, which meant that the Red Line Gang would continue to maintain its reputation in the rivers and lakes in the future, and even go further.

She also knew that the senior sister in charge as his wife might not have any affection for this uncle who called himself a bad person - mainly because the uncle was too weak as a husband, so he still had some sympathy for Wang Dong, seeing that he wanted to work hard - although no matter how hard he worked at this time, it was impossible to make up for the distance between him and the senior sister in charge, but it was worth encouraging and mentioning after all.

It's just that Wang Dong's answer did make her feel a little unsure of how to deal with it.

"Eighteen Martial Arts...... Proficient in everything......"

To put it bluntly, this kind of thing is just nonsense for Wang Dong.

After being silent for a while, he finally nodded, made a look of relief and encouragement, and left a sentence of "Then you have to work hard" and quickly left.

Wang Dong didn't care so much, and after practicing for a long time, he made a small discovery, the "Annotations" given to him by Chengyangzi actually had a versatile effect, as long as he found the right rhythm and fit point, whether it was mountaineering, sleeping or playing sticks, it would be of great benefit.

Cheng Yangzi said that this book has nothing to do with martial arts training and cultivation, and I am afraid that it is some kind of white lie.

Next, he decided to combine the two more deeply in his cultivation.

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After half a month, Wang Dong had initially found the trick of combining the "Commentary" and the coiling dragon stick method, and soon practiced the first stick - the white dragon chisel formation.

At this time, the news of the head's imminent return came back to the gang, and Cui Shuangyu didn't have time to be happy, and another news like a thunderbolt from the sky came to her ears immediately afterwards - her father Cui Chengxiang was imprisoned in the prison for the crime of rebellion, and he was beheaded three days later.

Cui Shuangyu received the news and immediately set off to Duzhong.