Heaven's Martial Fate

Chapter 60
It is not an exaggeration to say that if he is facing himself in the peak period of his previous life, Wu Dong feels that he can get it done without ten tricks.

The strength has improved significantly, which is naturally worthy of joy.

At the dinner table, there is no rule of "eating without talking". Talking, laughing, gossiping and gossip is an excellent way to relax.

Living in the urban area of ​​Foshan for a period of time, with a carefree life and no need for them to worry about business matters, the younger brothers quickly became familiar with the situation of the neighbors in the neighborhood.

I don't know where I heard the gossip, so it's just gossip at the dinner table.

Why this family has a little trouble, what happened to that family, etc., it is as if they have seen it with their own eyes.

"You guys are really free, so go to school and study hard!"

Wu Dong was angry and funny at the same time. After hearing enough gossip from the neighbors, he said in a bad mood: "Remember, study and read well in school, and I will check when I come back!"

All of a sudden, the faces of the younger brothers who were originally happy turned cloudy, and they did not dare to hum with bitter faces.

Wu Dong had greeted them a long time ago, but the militia was busy with affairs before, and he couldn't take care of them for a while, so it's better to be honest and obedient now.

Yan Zhendong watched with a smile on the sidelines, actually feeling a little strange in his heart.

Ordinarily, Wu Dong is also illiterate, but he not only knows how to read, but also has quite solid basic medical skills.

It can only be said that Wu Dong is extremely talented in studies.

Although I haven't heard this guy say it, but Wu Dong's memory is amazing, that's something for sure, and it can explain many unreasonable things.

In any case, a genius in learning has some peculiarities that are understandable.

On the contrary, if you are a small beggar, you don't have this talent. You can only honestly build a solid foundation step by step, and then slowly improve.

Whether it is practicing martial arts or writing, it is the same principle!
Yan Zhendong was even a little thankful that he didn't need to read and write, and he felt scared just thinking about it.

"Master Yan, you are responsible for sending these boys to school!"

Just as he was thinking, Wu Dong's voice came to his ears: "After sending people to the school, don't leave in a hurry, watch these boys and don't let them make a fuss!"

Yan Zhendong came back to his senses and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will keep an eye on it!"

Wu Dong nodded. After eating a nutritious breakfast, he strolled to Baozhilin on the same street.

There is still only Yacasu in the front hall. As Huang Feihong's successor in medical skills, this guy doesn't seem very reliable.

All day holding a thread-bound medical book, chanting and gesticulating with his hands, as if immersed in it and unable to extricate himself.

But Wu Dong knew that this guy was just a theoretical school, and the actual operation was horrible.

From Wu Dong's point of view, this guy is a standard liberal arts talent with a good brain and memory, otherwise he would not have the courage to study thick thread-bound Chinese medicine books.

It's just that this guy doesn't know what to think, let Huang Feihong, a master of martial arts, not learn a thing or two from him, but just learn Bao Zhilin's ancestral medical skills.

You know, Huang Feihong is a master in bruises, acupuncture and massage, if you have the time to learn it, you will get twice the result with half the effort.

When martial artists practice kung fu, whether they practice by themselves or communicate with others, it is inevitable that they will suffer some trauma. The so-called long-term illness becomes a good doctor. After a lot of experience, they will naturally have rich treatment experience.

Moreover, the martial artist's strength has reached a certain level, whether it is because he wants to go further, or because he has reached the realm, he has a very deep understanding of his own body.

At least the understanding and grasp of the muscles, bones and skin is not comparable to that of ordinary medical students. Yacasu is the most obvious example.

This kid grew up in the United States and was deeply influenced by the environment. It is not so easy to learn the essence of Chinese medicine.

Although there were pessimistic thoughts in his mind, Wu Dong still took the initiative to say hello.

In this era, although there is no shortage of interpreters in Guangdong Province who are proficient in foreign languages ​​and can communicate fluently with foreigners, most of them are people of the thirteenth line. Existences like Ya Casu are the few that Wu Dong can get in touch with. One of the 'false foreign devils'.

In his future plans, this guy can play a big role.

"Ah Dong, Dong is here, Master, Master He, and Pork, Meat Rong are all in the backyard, you, you go there, you can go, you can see!"

Ya Casu is very enthusiastic. Being in a place like Baozhilin, he has been influenced by his ears and eyes all day long, and he still respects people with martial arts skills.

Not to mention, with Zhurourong's big mouth, and the great things that Wu Dong has done recently with the help of the militia, Yacasu is very clear.

For such a capable person, he dare not neglect easily.

Unlike his master Huang Feihong, who is quite a gentleman, Ya Casu, who grew up in the United States, recognizes the truth that power is the truth.

Moreover, with the stable income of the militia, the quality of Baozhilin's food has also improved, so I have to give face to this toothache.

Wu Dong didn't know what was going on in Yacasu's mind, if he knew, he might have communicated with this guy in advance to make him make some preparations.

Strides came to Baozhilin's backyard, just in time to see Huang Feihong and Rourong holding hands.

I saw Huang Feihong's figure was as agile as a crane, with his five fingers together like an awl, following his agile figure, he kept falling towards Zhurourong's vital points.

In the blink of an eye, Huang Feihong swam around the pork belly several times, waving his hands like the wind and striking out eighteen blows in a row.

Pork looks like a tiger, and a pair of iron fists are like a tiger coming out of the cage. He swung it vigorously and repeatedly, blocking all the attacks of his master Huang Feihong.

Wu Dong was standing at the door of the backyard, squinting his eyes to carefully observe the performance of the pair of master and apprentice.

He could tell at a glance that Huang Feihong was using the Crane Fist in the Wuxingquan, while Zhu Rourong was using the Tiger Fist.

Don't look at Zhurou Rong's powerful and heavy moves, like a tiger descending the mountain, but it is firmly suppressed by the extremely agile crane fist, and can only dodge around in a three-foot radius.

In Wu Dong's eyes, each of Huang Feihong's blows was very subtle, hitting precisely at the node of Zhurou Rong's Tiger Fist, and every time he could force Zhurou Rong to change his moves temporarily.

Zhu Rourong's Tiger Fist obviously didn't reach the level of perfection and ease.

Changing moves again and again, the rhythm of his shots was disrupted frequently, both mentally and physically, it caused great pressure, but in a short period of time, this guy's forehead was already dripping with sweat, and after thirty moves, he was even more angry. Panting moves are messed up.

"Okay, let's go here today!"

Huang Feihong stepped back in a flash, like a dancing white crane, so unrestrained...

(End of this chapter)