took out a piece of ambergris from his arms, although he was reluctant in his heart, Zhang Wu still bit the root of his teeth, lit it, and respectfully put a stick of incense on the city god.

There is nothing special about this incense, I just want to seek psychological stability, kowtow to the gods, you are not knocking him, but knocking yourself.

Go to the temple to offer incense, are you really worshipping a god, I'm afraid not, you worship what you think in your heart, worship your own heart, ask for a psychological hint, kowtow, give yourself a hint, the gods have tolerated my sins, oh, my heart is really wide!

I want to be promoted and make a fortune, the whole family is happy, after kowtowing, I will work a little harder than before, be more attentive to my family and wife, and play well psychologically, you are a saint!

After putting on a stick of incense worth millions, he didn't feel anything special, and he didn't go to the transformation realm, looking for perception and looking back, Dudu and the old man were looking at him.

Zhang Wu repaid with a smile and nodded lightly to the old man, neither humble nor arrogant, the previous practice of not speculating for more than half a sentence changed unconsciously, Zhang Wu did not understand his changes.

But the old man saw it in his eyes, and the murderous man in front of him was relieved.

"It's still teachable, and it's not in vain that the Lord of the Zhao League is carrying you, but it's a pity that the ambergris is a violent thing, hurry up and suck it, hurry up and suck!" The old man's lung capacity is simply inhuman, and under a deep breath, a faint smoke appeared between his noses, which did not disperse.

When Dudu heard his grandfather's words, he also tried to stir his little nose, with an intoxicated expression, which shows that ambergris is not something that can be smelled if he wants to.

Seeing the two of them like this, Zhang Wu was not stupid, he breathed hard, his lungs opened and closed, as if he wanted to suck up the air and make the surrounding fragrance light.

After a while, the three of them stopped, and the estrangement between them faded, after all, without Zhang Wu, the two of them would not be able to absorb ambergris.

Zhang Wu smiled, took the initiative to step forward, there was no idea of wanting to learn a big dance, don't force it, you teach me to learn, you don't teach me and I don't ask, look at fate, unlike when we first met, it was completely purposeful to approach people, and if it didn't sound good, it was called uncorrect.

"Senior, I see that this City God Temple is about to collapse, and the incense is so prosperous, why don't you renovate it?"

"Everything in the world has a spirit, this city god after thousands of years of worship also has a spirit, if it is renovated into a new one, looking at the splendor, the wall is red and green, such as the temple Taoist temple, I only hate myself for not building big enough, not brilliant enough, but the building still has a sense of solemnity, everywhere is cheesy, even the little aura contained in it is submerged, what is the use of worshipping?"

The old man glanced at Zhang Wu, and said it was amazing, and he was aura, you should be a cultivator!

But after listening to people's words, think about it carefully, it's really like that, no matter how big and good the Buddha statue and Taoist god are, I entered the temple without the feeling of being baptized, and the hustle and bustle of the world can't be left behind, and I don't even have a sense of peace, why worship you?

"The kid has been taught, senior, I just heard you talk about the master of the Zhao League...... That thief is the leader of the Dry Prefecture Alliance?" Zhang Wu asked cautiously, his heart turned a thousand times, and he didn't understand why he wanted to give himself three dragon birthday incense.

"His name is Zao Wou-ki, he was born as a seller of incense, and he will not forget his roots even if he becomes the leader of the martial arts alliance, but he is a very strange person, how could he think of carrying you to you?"

"Who is your master?"

"Nan Fansheng!"

"Oh...... I said, which old immortal trained murderer, it turned out to be Master Nan, he and Zhao Mengzhu have a good relationship, the rise of the two has similarities, they are both born at the grassroots, a bacha [fortune teller], a seller of incense, there was a friendship in the early years, plus my drought in the dry state all the year round, all rely on the food supply of Xizhou, he designated to see your heels, so sell your master's personal favor!"

The old man said it, but it also indirectly showed that he was not as good as Zao Wou-ki, his eyesight was far apart, and he couldn't compare with his kung fu if he saw it from the small.

After chatting, the relationship between the three of them became more harmonious, Dudu was no longer afraid of Zhang Wu, he was put on his shoulders by the horse, he was very happy, pointed to this and that, took out the only two candies from his pocket, and handed one to Zhang Wu: "Brother, eat sugar!"

Zhang Wu instantly felt tears streaming down his face, he was very lonely after being reborn, he had few friends, and he had never enjoyed the feeling of being trusted by his sister, his heart was tender, his nose was sour, and he replied: "Go, my brother will take you to buy candy to eat!"

Dudu took off the candy paper and handed it to Zhang Wu's mouth, and then ate the last one himself, grinning, innocent, so that Zhang Wu was infected, and his mood suddenly improved, if he had such a sister or daughter, he could really do everything for her!

All this was seen by the old man, and he said secretly: "It's really amazing to be so easily moved, so affectionate and sexual, killing people like crazy demons, cold and cruel, but being a person with lofty feelings and far-reaching, am I wrong to blame him?"

"I see that when you first entered the city of Dry State, you were bloody and killed a lot of people, why?"

"When I came here, I met the sand bandits, and I heard that they were pushing the convoy transporting grain sideways, and none of them were alive, so I couldn't get angry, so I killed dozens of people to let out a bad breath!" Zhang Wu's tone was very flat, as if he was afraid of scaring Dudu.

"How can the bandits in the direction of Jinzhou do such a thing?" The old man's face changed abruptly, and one eye showed a ruthless light, which showed that he was not a good stubble.

"The leader of the sand bandits has been killed by me, and the rest of the people have also been scattered, and it will not be possible to become a climate in a short time."

Zhang Wu didn't know that his words made the old man go to the cottage of the sand bandits, and the bandits who shot at the killing convoy were all under the influence of the yin, unable to do strenuous exercise, let alone riding horses, which was equivalent to destroying the cottage.

Breaking up the sand bandits is a rebellion of outsiders, not the attitude of a dry state.

I have the rules of the dry state, you can't let the outsiders clean you up because you rob, you are not guilty, one yard is one yard, bandit robbery is a matter of course, but there should be the morality of bandits, since you don't follow the rules, then I will teach you to be a man!

This night, Zhang Wu lived in the old man's house, a simple courtyard, perhaps the old man's kung fu practice was demonic, the martial artist was unknown, and the family was affected, causing Dudu's parents to suffer a catastrophe, and he himself was one-eyed, leaving only his grandfather and grandson to rely on each other.

This night, Dudu slept with Zhang Wu, perhaps at the behest of her grandfather, the little girl jumped and jumped before going to bed, and a primitive breath came to her face, giving people the illusion that she could summon ghosts and gods, Zhang Wu knew that this was his own chance, and he looked at it quite seriously.

He has the knowledge of his previous life and can see the truth that ordinary people don't understand.

The most primitive method of healing is not medicine, but dancing, which leads to changes in body functions with certain dance movements.

For example, if you have a disease in the lungs, you can practice more splitting boxing, there are many kinds of splitting boxing, how to practice it, you can strengthen the lung function, this is the way of Xingyi boxing.

And the big dance is another way, he has precise movements, no mistakes, movements are the prescription, dancing can cure diseases.

If you dance with an artistic conception, maybe you can really have the sense of heaven and man, be disease-free, have a peaceful six pulses, and unconsciously practice "qigong!"

Laymen watch the big dance drama like cramps, put aside the nerves, but in Zhang Wu's eyes, this dance technique does not confine people to the body, unlike modern dance, this and that dance well, it is nothing more than to make a sexy, pleasing to the eye, and it will be over after watching it, and that's it.

"Brother, do you remember?" Dudu was a little tired from dancing, she was still young and her physical strength was not strong, so it was not easy to dance the big dance scene completely.

"Thank you, Dudu" Zhang Wu touched the little girl's hair, carried her to the bed, and watched Dudu fall asleep.

He himself can't sleep, and he doesn't dare to sleep, he has to learn something from the past, if he falls asleep, even if his memory is strong, he will forget a lot when he sleeps, and he will not become a set of kung fu, what is the use of learning?

This night, Zhang Wu didn't close his eyes, his mind was full of the figure of Dudu dancing, thinking about all the details, and feeling that he also twisted twice, not really moving, afraid of disturbing Dudu, as long as the meaning arrived.

After a night, Zhang Wu looked tired, his brain had not rested all night, his spirit was sluggish, but he had an exuberant energy, just like a person who surfed the Internet all night, obviously very sleepy, but he just couldn't close his eyes and his brain was not clean.

Before dawn after the servant got up and tidied up, the little girl went to the yard to dance again, which was her daily homework and had long been a habit.

Last night, some vague memories were confirmed again, Zhang Wu also danced with the little girl, but his movements were very awkward, confined to the human joints, qi and blood running, breathing and pace, dancing was not smooth at all, the movements and spirit were not in tune, each did what he could, and he thought about doing this in his mind, but his body couldn't do it.

After jumping for a while, the heat was steaming all over his body, his pores were a little unsealed, and his vitality was lost, and Zhang Wu didn't mind.

The old man came out of the house, Zhang Wu didn't say a word, and directly nodded his head to the ground, bent over 180 degrees, hit the ground with his head, and made a loud sound.

The old man didn't hide, but this sound made his eyes change when he looked at Zhang Wu, similar to the look that Nan Fansheng looked at him and Li He.

"Teacher!" Zhang Wu said hello, his speech was very level, he was not called a master, because there are rules for apprenticeship, and without the approval of the original master, you will follow another teacher, which is equivalent to betraying the teacher.

You can worship other masters if you want, but you must Nan Fansheng give you some advice and personally send you to the new master, and the relationship between this master and Nan Fansheng must be good enough to wear a pair of pants, otherwise people will not accept it.

The etiquette of the middle handover is also very exquisite, you have to kowtow to Nan Fansheng in front of the two masters, and then bow to the new master.

Even if you worship, when you talk about kung fu with people in the future, you must first talk about the trajectory of learning boxing with Nan Fansheng, and then talk about the new master's things, this is a ceremony, and you can't forget your roots.

The old man is also particular about passing on Zhang Wuda's dance skills, not passing it on personally, but through Dudu, how much you can learn depends on yourself.

If someone asks, I didn't pass it on, he knows my granddaughter, has a good relationship, and "swaying things" came from me, I didn't teach!

Other people's apprentices can't be taught blindly, kung fu is pure and powerful, Zhang Wu has Nan Fansheng's things, if you blindly teach other people's kung fu, Nan Fansheng will ask you to explain, this is a big hatred!

The master can no longer worship, but the teacher can, people can have countless teachers, and even heaven and earth are your teachers, but the true feelings in the meantime depend on how your relationship is.

And the old man didn't mention the big dance scene, and he also writhed with Dudu, like a dance but not a dance, and he looked at Zhang Wu stupidly for a while.

Why should you be, the old man's practice is not ordinary, he doesn't take moves, he doesn't take movements, he uses his magic boxing, just like Zhang Wu, he feels like he gestures twice, he doesn't really move, and the meaning is good, but he just feels like this.

The old man is broken, you can do this at any time, every move is this, you can feel it if you want to feel it, Kung Fu is on the road, unfathomable!