Between the world and the earth, it is like a white horse passing through the gap, and it is all of a sudden.

In a flash, it has been half a year. Xiao Xiao's vitality has recovered to seventy-seven eighty-eight, and the meat at the two ends of the three days has made him no longer as thin as before, but others can still clearly see that this child's body is obviously weaker than ordinary children. In the words of Lang Zhong, he is "a loss of money and a hidden disease".

In fact, this hidden disease is just the result of the accumulation of poison tests on him by the red-faced old devil for many years, but how can this ordinary Jianghu Lang see the strange poison of the Western Regions?

However, due to this weak constitution and stammering tone, Xiao Xiao became the target of many children in the city, and although he was freed, he lost the group of true friends in the cell. Although Master Mo is a little stingy, he will also reprimand the bad boys who bullied him for Xiao Yan, which makes Xiao Yan grateful from the bottom of his heart, so he is even more reluctant to cause trouble and swallows his anger.

The children also intensified, which made Xiao Xiao Yan feel very aggrieved, but there was nothing he could do.

On this day, the sun was scorching, and Mo Wen was taking advantage of the cold under the willow tree in the courtyard, while watching the sweaty practice of the disciples in front of him, and the neat shouting was very pleasant.

Master Mo nodded with satisfaction, and was about to lean back on the chair to take a nap for a while, when he suddenly saw a small figure secretly in the corner of the wall, looking at the apprentices in the courtyard.

Mo Wen walked over curiously and patted the man's shoulder: "Xiao Yan, what are you doing here?"

Xiao Xiao Yan was startled, and quickly turned around, bowing his head and responding: "Return... Back to the master, buy... Bought... Okay......"

Mo Wen looked at him suspiciously, and when he saw that Xiao Xiao Yan also had two strips of rags wrapped around his fist, he immediately understood. Master Mo was a little angry, and felt a little funny: "Do you know that no matter where you are, it is taboo to learn martial arts secretly?"

"Yes... I'm sorry master, but... But......" Xiao Xiao Yan pounced and fell to his knees and kowtowed, "begging... Please, teach me... Teach me... Martial arts!"

This sudden apprenticeship startled Mo Wen again, and his first reaction must have been disagree-you must have disagreed-you must have known that the matter of martial arts has been a bit "hidden" from the apprentice since ancient times, and the master's unique skills at the bottom of the box are often not easily revealed, otherwise you will rob the master of his job, so what will the master eat?

Especially Mo Wen, who opened the martial arts hall, if it weren't for those few taels of silver to support his family, he wouldn't be willing to teach the ancestral boxing method to these outsiders - even if he teaches it now, he doesn't give the essence of it - everyone who paid the money is like this, let alone a stupid boy who eats and drinks for nothing at home?

The sound of "no" was already coming out of his mouth, but looking at Xiao Yan, who was knocking his head loudly, Mo Wen was a little unbearable at this time, so he had to cough, pulled Xiao Yan up, and pretended to say in a deep voice: "This ...... This matter is not trivial, wait for me to discuss it with your master!" "Thank you... Thank you, master!" Xiao Xiao smiled happily.

"Yuqin! Yuqin!" Mo Wen pushed open the door and walked in with a big hand. "Shhh Yang Yuqin glared at her husband with disgust, looked at her infant daughter's puffy little face, and smiled sweetly. "Come here, I'll talk to you about something!" Mo Wen immediately lightly moved, and the voice in his mouth also turned into a false voice. "What's wrong? What's wrong? Those two came to fight with you again?" Yang Yuqin gently put the baby on the bed and walked over and asked.

"No, it's Xiao Yan's stupid boy, who just begged me to teach him martial arts!" Mo asked.

"Cut, that's it, if he wants to learn, you can teach him! Our family is a martial arts gym, and it's not that we can't!" Yang Yuqin breathed a sigh of relief and said nonchalantly.

"Tsk, but this ......" Mo Wen rubbed his palms, looking embarrassed.

Yang Yuqin suddenly understood Xianggong's thoughts, but looking at the small figure pacing back and forth outside the house, she was a little soft-hearted, so she thought about it and said: "I think that kid is quite pitiful, since fate is here, how can we brush his mind, so let's do it, I think you can just teach him a trick and a half, and let him practice his body, you look at his thin strength, maybe how to be bullied in the future." ”

Mo Wen scratched his head, seemed to hesitate, hesitated, and suddenly he glanced at an old thing in the room, and suddenly clapped his palms and said, "There is!"

At noon, the disciples said goodbye to the master and scattered home, and Mo Wen, who was empty, fiddled with an unfathomable look and called Xiao Xiao Yan to the middle of the courtyard.

Xiao Xiao Yan looked at the master's suddenly serious face, and suddenly sweated nervously.

Mo Wen turned his back, looked outside the courtyard, and said leisurely: "Let me ask you, why do you want to practice martial arts?"

In fact, Mo Wen has already thought about it, if Xiao Yan is not satisfied with the reason, he will prevaricate and say "You are not in a stable mood" and delay him for another year and a half.

"It's... Be... It's for ......" Xiao Xiao Yan was a little hesitant to say it.

"Is it to get revenge on the children who bullied you!" Mo Wen turned sharply and stared at him.

"No... No... No!" Xiao Xiao was about to cry aggrieved, "My... Parents... By... Being a very... Very powerful people killed, I... I'm going to stand for... For my mom and dad... Revenge!"

"Uh!" This surprised Mo Wen very much, not only because he couldn't find a reason to refuse for a while, but also because no matter how he asked Xiao Xiao Yan about his life experience before, he pursed his lips and didn't say a word.

Remembering some of the dream words that the child had said in his dreams before, and often seeing him alone wiping tears in the corner, all this made sense.

"It's... That's it," Mo Wen coughed twice, "It's me who blames you, since that's the case, then I'll make an exception to accept you as an apprentice and pass on a set of martial arts to you!"

Xiao Xiao Yan cried with joy, and hurriedly knelt on the ground and saluted: "Thank you... Thank you... Disciple... Meet Master!"

"Okay, okay, you don't have to come to this set, you listen well, this set of boxing techniques I taught you is very unfathomable, and it needs to be matched with a 'weapon'......" Mo Wen turned sideways, revealing an old bench behind him. This bench was just turned out of the clutter pile by Mo Wen, and one of the four stool legs was broken.

Xiao Xiao's eyes widened, and he said softly: "Teacher... What Master wants to teach... Mo... Could it be... Bench boxing?"

"Hey, have you heard of it?" Mo Wen's expression suddenly became a little flustered.

"Listen... Listen to the brothers... Having said, bench boxing... Fist... It's rotten on the street... Getting Started... Trick ......" Xiao Xiao Yan was a little disgusted.

Mo Wen suddenly had a few beads of sweat the size of beans on his scalp, and hurriedly said, "Just... That's what they didn't learn... Target... The essence of yes!

"Fine... Marrow?"

"Yes!" Mo Wen rolled his eyes, copied the bench behind him, danced a few flowers casually, and frightened Xiao Xiao before he continued to flicker: "You must know that the master leads the door to practice in an individual, whether it is a peerless martial art or this seemingly ordinary bench boxing, their potential is just as endless. Therefore, how far a person can cultivate depends entirely on the hard work and hard work he has put in, as well as a little bit of chance!"

"Oh!" Xiao Xiao nodded as if he didn't understand, and seemed to agree a little.

Mo Wen saw that it had achieved results, and his heart suddenly became a little proud, but his face still did not change, and he said in a deep voice: "As the saying goes: 'A bench is three feet long, and the four-legged eight-pronged race is the king. Dare to fight the tiger when you go up the mountain, and dare to fight the Sea Dragon King when you go into the water!' Stand back, you are optimistic!"

As he was talking, Mo Wen danced the bench in his hand, spun around his waist a few times, and then set up a position in a virtual step, shouting: "Advance can be attacked!" The bench first rushed flat, and then swept left and right, and the cumbersome bench was waved in Mo Wen's hand.

"Retreat and defend!" Mo Wen retracted his strength, his body was the center, and he made a parry posture in all directions, as if he had launched a gossip array. Sometimes the legs are outward, sometimes they are held, and between the twisted arms, the bench dances like a windmill.

"Well... Good tricks!" Xiao Xiao's eyes were already shining at this time, and he couldn't wait to try it.

Mo Wen held the crossbar with one hand and knocked it on the ground, collected the move, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his backhand, and said with a smile: "Look, is this bench as useless as others say?"

"There are. . . Useful! Useful! Division... Master, you... You can teach me this!" Xiao Xiao Yan has seen the world there, and these three moves and two styles are just a few ordinary moves in the eyes of experts, but in his opinion, they are not much worse than the moves of the old devil!

"Okay! I'll give you this bench, remember! The most important thing in practicing martial arts is to concentrate, not to be impetuous, and to work hard!" Mo Wen saw that he had almost flickered, so he handed over the bench with satisfaction.

Xiao Xiao Yan hurriedly took it and hugged the missing leg bench baby tightly in his arms.

As long as I work hard, I will definitely be able to defeat that old devil!

Mo Wen didn't realize that his perfunctory words had been firmly engraved in his bones by the child in front of him, and had become a motto that influenced his life.

"Division... Master, I'm now... I want to learn now!" Xiao Xiao pleaded.

"Uh," Mo Wen thought for a moment, and then said, "Okay, then I'll teach you the first and most important move!"

"It's... What is it?"