That's right, the copper piece that looks very old is the lost Chang Hate Boxing Spectrum, Hu Xiaotian has not seen it seven times in total from the first day of entry to the day his master died.

In the end, the internal scripture was passed to his hands, but the boxing book was not known until the end, and his master left the west, leaving this last mystery. But everyone estimated that this boxing score was passed on to the master's only son, the current curator Wang Chihong, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"Bring the copper sheet!" Steward Hu stretched out his chubby hand and hooked it.

Fu Xiaowa slowly handed the copper sheet into the hands of the steward Hu with a full of doubts, he didn't know why the expression of the steward became so strict, yes, he didn't know, he had never seen such an expression of the steward hu.

Steward Hu took the copper sheet and started extremely heavy, this was the first time he had personally obtained this boxing book, and his heart was slightly agitated. It reminded him of the distant past, the far, far away, a time of joy and sorrow.

He sighed lightly, and gently injected Qi Yuan into the copper sheet, and the void above the copper sheet suddenly conjured up a martial arts boxing technique, this painting was as ethereal as flowing and extremely beautiful, fluttering in the air, and showing brilliant colors.

This magical scene, Fu Xiaowa was amazed, he never thought that this copper piece would have such a strange function, like him, a mountain child who has never passed away in the world, looking at this beautiful picture, suddenly felt very novel.

This was once Hu Xiaohai's dream, but he still took back the qi yuan, and the beauty suddenly disappeared and turned back into the old copper piece.

He threw the copper piece back to Fu Xiaowa and said, "Put it away, and then take it for sugar, and Lao Tzu will kill you!"

Such a fun thing, Fu Xiaowa is naturally reluctant to exchange it for candy, there are few things for a poor child like him to play with, how can he say that this is such a magical toy now, but Fu Xiaowa still asked curiously: "What's the matter...... What is this......"

Steward Hu held a sigh in his heart and asked, "Where did you come from?"

Fu Xiaowa said truthfully: "The old man Guo who swept the floor gave it, and said that he picked it up more than ten years ago!"

Manager Hu suddenly understood in his heart that this must have been lost more than ten years ago, and the old man Guo who was swept away picked up, but he didn't expect that for more than ten years, this boxing book has been lying quietly under the old man's bed, making everyone think that it was passed on to the owner of Wang Chihong, and Xiao Zhengtian has been haunted.

It seems that this Fu Xiaowa helped Old Man Guo, and he did not make a mistake, the boxing book fell into the hands of Fu Xiaowa, and the careless affairs can be regarded as stepping on the heart, at least the boxing book has a good home.

"It turned out to be the destiny of heaven, you can take it, you should be able to use it in the future, maybe when that day comes, this is your mission!" Steward Hu said some inexplicable words, and Fu Xiaowa was confused.

Fu Xiaowa snorted, scratching his head, not knowing why the Hu Dian was so mysterious.

In Xiao Zhengtian's room, he was sipping tea as always, Xiaowen had gone out to practice martial arts at this time, only Cao Zijing was on the side, Cao Zijing was coming, there were some very important things to ask.

"Master, has he been in good health in the past two years?" Cao Zijing slowly cut into the topic.

"It's tough, this old bone can be boiled for a long time!" Xiao Zhengtian drank tea.

"Master, you are the face of longevity, and you must have a long life!"

"Then, if you can't break through that realm, you will have to return to old age for a hundred years like your master, but I don't expect that kind of ethereal thing, at this age, this is not something I should think about!"

"Look at what you said, master, I heard that there is a way to break through the internal scriptures and fist methods of Chang Hate Fist, I don't know if it's true?" Cao Zijing asked.

"If it were possible, your master would not have returned like this for a hundred years!" Xiao Zhengtian said with a smile. ...,

"Perhaps, Shigong has not found the ultimate meaning of the Long Hate Fist?"

Speaking of this, Xiao Zhengtian was stunned for a moment, in the end, they didn't know whether Master Wang Honggang had comprehended the ultimate meaning of the Long Hate Fist, maybe it was really like Cao Zijing said, the Long Hate Fist was indeed possible to break through Shouyuan and prolong his life.

However, Xiao Zhengtian still shook his head and continued to drink his tea: "Even so, there is no time for the teacher to break through, only to wait for a hundred years to decay!"

"But I still have time, master, can you teach the inner scriptures and boxing techniques to the apprentices?" Cao Zijing said the purpose of his trip, which was also the purpose of his return to the martial arts hall.

Xiao Zhengtian put down the teacup solemnly, and said: "Zijing, if you are a parent and son for the teacher, if you have the Neijing and boxing methods, the teachers will definitely teach them, but the teachers can only tell you the fact that the teachers have not received the inheritance of the Neijing and boxing methods!"

"How come, you are the eldest apprentice of Shigong, and Shigong should pass it on to you!" Cao Zijing said hurriedly.

"Alas!" Xiao Zhengtian sighed lightly, his heart was filled with infinite sadness, and then said: "Saying so, I'm afraid that the closest person is better than the parent, the internal scripture and boxing method, now I am afraid that it is in the hands of Wang Chihong Pavilion Master!"

"But how can you also be the eldest apprentice of your master, how can you ......?"

Xiao Zhengtian slapped the table and said angrily: "Don't say it, he doesn't have me in his heart, I can only sue you, the internal scripture and boxing method are not with me, it's true!"

Cao Zijing suddenly froze, and somehow touched the pain in the heart of his master Xiao Zhengtian, "Master, please calm your anger, this is easy to hurt your body, and you should not ask about it!"

Xiao Zhengtian's anger fell, and he finally felt that this was not Cao Zijing's business, so he calmed down and said: "If you really want to get the internal scripture and boxing method, then find a way to find the master of Wang Chihong!"

"I understand!" Cao Zijing waved his hands.

"Okay, I want to take a break, you go first!" Xiao Zhengtian waved his hand.

Cao Zi retreated respectfully.

Cao Zijing went out, his face was not good, he didn't expect that Xiao Zhengtian, as a big apprentice of Chang Hate Fist, could not get the true inheritance. It seems that if you want to find the inner scripture and boxing method, you can only find a way to find it from the hall owner.

Walking out of Xiao Zhengtian's room, Cao Zijing walked in the martial arts hall, at this time, he met the child of that day, this child saw him, and his legs were hurried and seemed to want to dodge.

Cao Zijing was not happy today, so he called: "The child over there, you come over for me!"

Fu Xiaowa still couldn't avoid Cao Zijing's eyes, and couldn't help but secretly scream in his heart, so he had to come to Cao Zijing to follow.

"Broken boy, weren't you very ambitious that day, and you dared to cross in front of me?" Cao Zijing glanced at Fu Xiaowa and said.

"That day, it was my impulse, don't be surprised, I apologize to you!" Fu Xiaowa hurriedly bowed, that day for the sake of Old Man Guo, he forced to collide with this person, today is his own, he can endure a qiē without causing trouble.

Cao Zijing originally wanted to make him angry, but he didn't expect this child to be so soft today, and his anger was nowhere to go.

I saw Fu Xiaowa bowing, the copper piece fell out of his arms, and fell to the ground with a bang, Fu Xiaowa hurriedly picked it up.

"What's that?" Cao Zijing couldn't help frowning as he looked at the dirty thing full of patina.

"I was going to exchange it for sugar, do you like it, if you like it, take it, and treat it as if I was with you!" Fu Xiaowa smiled and handed over the copper sheet.

"Get out, get out of here, don't dirty my clothes with this filthy thing!" Cao Zijing angrily slapped away the punch book he had always dreamed of

Fu Xiaowa hurriedly picked it up, and when he saw Cao Zijing scolding and scolding, he didn't look back, and disappeared at the end of the corridor.