Everything with a family heirloom, ancestral and other names has always had to add a suffix, and it will not be passed on!

You don't see many ancestral secret recipes and family skills, all of which have been passed down from generation to generation within the family and never entered the hands of outsiders. _8w=w=w'.-In how many novels, stories, and opera commentaries, the phrase "passing on men but not women" and "passing on inside and not outside" appears so frequently that it can be described as a classic line that will never go out of style.

Even stinky tofu and beef noodles have ancestral century-old shops, and those secret recipes or something, how many years and generations have been turning around in their own hands, not to mention the high-end technology of martial arts, which kills people and sets fires, and settles the country, this is the rhythm of family inheritance to the end!

Therefore, as soon as Xiang said this, everyone couldn't react for a while, and the brainwaves on both sides were not on the same frequency. Dude, what do you mean? Don't you say it's ancestral martial arts? Why are you so casual? Are you really good like this?" "Brother, this kind of thing can't be joked!" Du Xinwu looked at Xiang Ji puzzled. As the old saying goes, art is not passed on lightly, let alone a stunt used to kill people. This kind of thing is absolutely not allowed to be said by others, and it is a taboo to say it. But now that you say it yourself, what does that mean?

Of course, Xiang Ji didn't make a slip of the tongue, he said this to remember what he was doing in Foshan City. Xiang Ji accepted a group of young people as apprentices there, although those people were all selected by him and had good potential, but after all, they were not very clever martial artists, and their own strength, vision, and understanding were limited. What if you could teach a ready-made master of national arts? Let him try to practice the martial arts of pulling out the mountain, what would be the effect?

Thinking of this, Xiang Ji was on a whim and blurted out that sentence. But before that, there has to be a reasonable excuse.

So, after the compilation of the books, and then the processing and polishing by the sky, a story of patriotism with twists and turns, singing and crying was freshly baked.

A long, long time ago, well, how long? Probably during the Northern Song Dynasty, there was a martial artist surnamed Xiang who served in the Tokyo Forbidden Army, and he was a low-ranking officer. It is said that this kind of life is not bad, the old Zhao family is quite willing to spend money on his army, not to mention that he is also an officer, and there is still some money in this salary.

And their team is stationed in Tokyo, this place is good, the district of goodness! The standard of living is also above the average of the Great Song Dynasty, and if you have nothing to do, you can go out to drink some flower wine, listen to small songs, and your life is quite leisurely.

The bad thing is that the old Xiang guy is not very good when he is in a hurry. You say how good it would have been if you had been born in the year of the Heavenly Sage or the year of Yuanyou, which is a peaceful year? But when you were a big soldier, you caught up with the year of Jingkang, and there would have been a big problem in this year! The world was not very peaceful, and the Jurchens in the north came to pieces, and the world was torn apart, and even the two emperors were taken captive! Then there was the war that lasted for more than 20 years, and it was not until the Song-Jin peace conference in the Shaoxing period that it was over.

As the saying goes, it is better to be a peace dog than a person in a troubled world, and it is also not easy to be a big-headed soldier in this troubled world. After many years of fighting in the south and the north, Lao Xiang struggled and rolled in the world, followed many generals, and finally stayed under the account of Yue Fei and Yue Wangye, which can be regarded as settling down. Follow Yue Wangye all the way to fight, failed and brilliantly, and perfected the family martial arts under the years of fighting, and passed on the strength of his own martial arts to the children of the family, as a martial artist is also considered a complete merit.

The only regret is that Yue Feiyue was killed by the traitors of the court and China, and ended up with a dead Fengbo Pavilion. > it, w·w-w·.After that, Song Jin made peace, and their group of soldiers were also disheartened. Lao Xiang also returned to the field at this time, lived in seclusion in the countryside, and died depressed a few years later. When he was dying, the old man passed down the ancestral teaching: the descendants of the Xiang family should use martial arts to pass on their families and serve the country by practicing martial arts. Whenever the country is in danger, the men of the Xiang family should be duty-bound and stand up for the national disaster!

For hundreds of years after that, whenever China was in danger, the ancestors of the family would follow the teachings of their ancestors, either join the army or become officials, and serve the country loyally! For many years, there are not many people in the clan who have died on the battlefield for this reason.

Now, the Eight-Nation Coalition is about to fight in Beijing, and seeing that the country is about to perish, as the descendants of the Xiang family, they naturally can't stay out of the matter, they should follow the ancestral teachings, kill the enemy and serve the country.

After this great statement of righteousness and awe-inspiring, let alone Lao Du and them, even Xiang Ji was a little dumbfounded when he heard it. Good guy! The old Xiang family is simply a Chinese version of the Yang family general! It's just a high wind and bright festival, and the righteousness is thin and cloudy to the extreme!

I just thought about the beginning, you guy is good, just make up such a long story? Following the story version and hint of the sky, Xiang Ji, who was performing hard, had to complain secretly.

"In recent decades, my China has been weak and rampant, and the population of my clan has withered, and it has been a single lineage in my generation. Now that I'm heading north, it's unpredictable. If something happens to me, won't this ancestral kung fu be cut off?" Xiang Ji said in a sad tone.

"Today, I and Brother Du and all the brothers are also considered to have fallen in love at first sight, I will pass on this mountain pulling strength to you, in case I unfortunately die in battle in the future, it can be regarded as leaving a seed for the martial arts of the old Xiang family, it is better than breaking the inheritance. You said yes? Brother Du. ”

"This?" "Old Du, they didn't know what to say. At this moment, Xiang Ji's image in the eyes of everyone is incomparably tall and glorious. If any of them can read Mr. Jin Yong's masterpiece several decades later, they will definitely say, what is a great man of chivalry, serving the country and the people? This is! Look at the people! Tsk, this style, this martial virtue! Such chivalrous courage! Such full of discipline! Can you say a bad word?

"Actually, you don't have to be like this, brother. Ling Ancestor's Gao Feng Liang Festival is really a model for our martial artists, but now that you are alone, how much role can you play in rushing to the battlefield?" Lao Du tried to persuade.

"Yes, why don't you leave a useful body to promote the national arts? Wouldn't it be better to drive out the Tartars, revitalize China, and do something more meaningful for my 450,000,000 Chinese sons and daughters?" Lao Sun also felt a pity, and opened his mouth to persuade Xiang Ji to stop going north.

Of course, the words of the two eldest brothers and the elder were reasonable, but Xiang Ji couldn't tell them: I was purely forced to go north because I was helpless, and in order to complete the task of the main god cloth, I had to go hard!

"The kindness of the two eldest brothers, Xiang Ji understood it. I believe that the two of you can do better than me in revitalizing China and promoting national arts. In addition to following the ancestral teachings of my family, but also because my cultivation has reached a bottleneck recently, I feel that the opportunity for my breakthrough is in the north, and I can't help but go. Xiang Ji said very seriously.

Well, even such a mysterious thing as chance has come out, what can they say about Lao Du? They can only respect the belief of a martial artist.

"Well, little brother, it's up to you. But I can't ask for anything from you for nothing. I think that although your strength is strong, the foundation of the lower plate is a little unstable, and the breath is too upright, and it can't last long. I have some qigong health regimen and boxing moves that I can teach you a thing or two, so how about you learn from each other?"

"It's an honor!" Xiang Ji hugged his fist......

More than ten days later, Xiang Ji had arrived in the Beijing-Tianjin area.

Thinking of exchanging martial arts experiences with Lao Du and them on the train that day, Xiang Ji felt that he had gained a lot, and it was indeed a happy thing. If it weren't for the time of separation, the eyes of Lao Du and the others as if they were bidding farewell to the righteous people, as well as the solemn atmosphere of the scene, would have made Xiang Ji feel more pleasant.

In fact, although it was dangerous to go north to carry out a clean-up mission and kill 3oo coalition soldiers, it was far from the point of nine deaths. At the very least, Xiang Ji still has a good degree of confidence that the task will be successfully completed. The front is hard and rigid, so we can come secretly. You can fight a street fight, knock a stuffy stick or something, with Xiang Ji's current skills, it's not too easy.

It's safe and feasible, the only problem is that it might take a little more time to waste, which makes him a little impatient. Looking at the rippling Haihe River and the old-style buildings on the other side, Xiang Ji suddenly felt lonely, in this strange and unfamiliar time and space.

Hurry up and finish this damn mission, I miss them a little. In terms of the time dimension of the item, he hadn't seen the person he wanted to see for ten years. Wan'er, Xiaozhu and Xiaomei, I miss you again.

Rubbing the small scabbard on his chest, Xiang Ji suddenly missed the past very much.

He wants to finish the task quickly.