The descendants of Taiwu are very famous

Chapter 222 Boxing
Facing the threat from Taiwu's successor, Xinwu struggled for a while with an ugly expression, then sat down on the stool next to him, and said with a hint of compromise in his words: "Taiwu, what are you going to do?"

He couldn't help being recalcitrant, he was only concerned about this in this world, he was really afraid of doing something outrageous on the spur of the moment.You must know that this woman is a well-known teacher, and I am not surprised by what she does.

"Haha, it's nothing, I just wanted to talk to you. The stele erected in Taiwu Village is the name of your Shaolin Temple, right?? But the descendants of Taiwu from the previous generation came to your Shaolin Temple several times. All kinds of martial arts are hidden. Interested?"

"Taiwu, you must have been to other sects, maybe they are not so generous?"

"Don't talk about this with me, I'll just ask you if you don't want to give me anything!!" Dang Dang was already getting impatient waiting.

"Then can't you say it well?? Do you have to...do you have to be like this?" Xin Wu's voice to Dong Dang Dang became softer.

"Shall I tell you well?? Everyone speaks in a dignified manner. Don't think that I don't know what you monks are thinking. You are still a monk."

If this group of people really followed what was written on the Shaolin Temple stele, I wouldn't be so troublesome, I would have already dealt with all Xiangshu.

"How can I believe you, my son is in your hands now?"

"Do you know this thing? It looks quite valuable, and it cost a lot of money." Dangdang took out a piece of jade pendant from his bosom and played with it in his palm.

When seeing this jade pendant, Xin Wu's face turned extremely dark. This thing was bought for his son when he was a hundred days old.

Abbot Xinwu struggled a lot in his heart, and finally clenched his fists fiercely, "Okay! I hope Taiwu keeps his word!"

Anyway, the woman in front of him is a true descendant of Taiwu, logically speaking, she should also learn all kinds of martial arts in Shaolin Temple, and it is not taboo to give her what he said, although this process made him very uncomfortable.

"Okay, the abbot is straightforward. If that's the case, then please Zen master Xinwu teach me the Jing of Yijin and Sutra of Washing the Marrow first." Seeing that he agreed, Dangdang immediately asked Xinwu for the supreme martial arts of the first grade of the gods in Shaolin Temple.

"Taiwu, these two kinds of martial arts can only be learned by virgins. You can't learn them like a daughter."

Loud Dang was very speechless, "What? Is there such a saying??"

"Of course, the old monk didn't learn it because he was not a virgin. How can he teach you?"

Dangdang frowned slightly and looked at Xin Wu in front of him. "Then what will you do??"

Xin Wu sighed, took out the Four Treasures of the Study from the table next to him, pinched the Langhao brush in his hand, and started to write.

With the effort of a cup of tea, Xinwu put the written things directly in front of Dangdang. "Taiwu, you should learn this first. Datong Biquan, the seventh-level boxing method of Shaolin Temple."

"Datong Arm Fist?" Dangdang looked at the four large characters on the paper in surprise. "But I don't really need boxing skills, do you know stick skills?"

"My old man is only good at boxing, and I can only learn this if I want to learn it. I'm sorry I can't do anything else."

"The world's martial arts came from Shaolin Temple. As the abbot of Shaolin Temple, what's so rare about you? Just find some monks who are super strong in stick skills to teach me."

Unexpectedly, Xin Wu, who was very obedient just now, immediately turned pale when he heard this.

"Taiwu, I can only tell you this. If you don't want to, forget it. Go and make the old monk's ugliness known to the world. If that's the case, then don't blame the old monk for wanting to fight with you. It's a dead end."

The cassock on Xinwu's body suddenly rose automatically without wind, and a trace of evil spirit appeared on his face.

He knew that if it was just taught by himself, it was just a matter between himself and Taiwu, and other people in the temple might not know it, but if he really wanted to do what the woman in front of him said, then he would not be able to be the abbot at all. up.

Seeing that Xin Wudang really wasn't just talking casually, Dangdang didn't intend to force him any more, picked up the punch on the table and prepared to walk outside.

"Wait! You can't take out my things. Only you and I will know about this matter. You must never let a third person know about it." Xinwu with a nervous face immediately blocked the door and blocked Dangdang. down.

"Hey! Let me tell you why you have so many problems."

After arguing with Zen Master Xinwu for a while, seeing that he was still unwilling to compromise, he sat down next to him holding the boxing resoundingly and looked at it ecstatically.

Anyway, this matter has to be done slowly, and there is no need to push him too hard.

After quickly reading this set of boxing techniques, Dangdang put the paper in his hand on the table, and just like that, he punched this big fist in Wuxin's room.

Seeing the woman in front of him punching out the punches he just wrote so quickly, Xin Wu widened his eyes in shock.

The comprehension of this descendant of Taiwu is really too high, and he has already learned it after just reading it.

After resoundingly and easily punching out this set of Datong arm punches, she felt comfortable all over. The things given by the Shaolin abbot are just different, and they are not the same as the Taizu long fists given to her by her adoptive father. Isn't it 01:30 points .

Glancing at the half-moon hanging high outside the door, he turned around and said to Abbot Xinwu, "Okay, we'll be here tonight. I'm going back to practice this boxing technique. We'll continue tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, Dangdang didn't wait for the heart to have no reply, turned around and walked towards the door.

Listening to the footsteps of the descendant of Taiwu gradually going away, Xin Wu sat down on the stool with a face of depression, "He actually did such a thing as kidnapping my son, I really don't know if this person is the descendant of Taiwu , or the successor of the pivot."

While Xinwu was sitting there thinking about something, suddenly his nose twitched, "What? It smells so good."

He turned his head and noticed that the scent came from a bowl of soup on the table next to him. The translucent soup was matched with strips of emerald green inside, which was very attractive.

"This thing is really made by that witch??" After thinking about it for a while, Xin Wu felt that since the successor of Taiwu wanted something from him, it was unlikely that he would poison it.

After he picked up the spoon and took a sip, his eyes lit up immediately, "I didn't expect this descendant of Taiwu to be a bad character, but this cooking skill is really amazing."

As he took one sip after another, in less than half a cup of tea, he wiped out all the various suppers brought to him by Dangdang.

Unintentionally, he put down the spoon in his hand. For some reason, he suddenly looked forward to the arrival of the descendant of Taiwu tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)