The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 328 Kneeling and kowtow, self-righteous

In the tent, flames flickered.

"Fist spear."

The young man said two words lightly and touched Cao'er's neck with his fist.

"Did you see clearly?"

Cao'er frowned and shook his head. The young man's punch was too fast and he didn't see it clearly.

"I'll go slower, you look at it again."

The young man took a dozen steps back and punched again.

Whoosh!
In Cao'er's pupils, the young man suddenly split into two people.

One person rushed towards him, while the other stood still.

Then, the two merged into one and turned back into young men throwing punches.

"Did you see clearly this time?"

Cao'er lowered her head, and she didn't know when the young man's fist touched her throat again.

"See clearly, a little."

"Call me."

Then, Cao'er began to imitate the young man's punching posture.

The young man stood beside him and explained to him in detail how to exert the strength of his whole body.

Cao'er felt a headache and tinnitus after listening to this. This was too complicated for him.

Just one punch not only requires the use of muscles throughout the body, but also requires the coordination of breathing and even the beating of the heart.

Fortunately, the youth club would slap the grass from time to time.

With every palm strike, a current of heat would be generated in Cao'er's body.

This heat flow was like a silk thread, pulling Cao'er's muscles, breathing, and heartbeat.

Let him get closer and closer, and see the posture of the young man just throwing a punch.

call!
A wind surged out from his fist, carrying with it a blazing flame.

Cao'er's face changed drastically. She wanted to step forward to stop it and flew towards the flames on the curtain.

The young man next to him smiled slightly, stretched out his palm, aimed at the flames, and gently pulled back.

The raging flames suddenly stopped and flew back into the fire pit.

Looking at this scene, Cao'er was shocked.

"When you learn the four hunting styles, I will teach you this one."

Cao'er was stunned, then grinned and nodded.

Then, he looked at the young man and whispered:

"You, what's your name?"

"Want to know my name?" the young man smiled.

Seeing Cao'er nod, the young man retracted his smile, bent his knees, and lowered his body as if sitting on an invisible chair.

"How do I treat you?"

"Good, no, very good."

“Who would be so nice to you?”

"Lord... No, Abba Amm."

Seeing the young man frown, Cao'er quickly changed her words.

"That's right, kneel down."

Cao'er didn't understand what was going on and knelt down quickly.

“He is not your biological father, but he teaches you like a biological father.

You should call such a person a master.

So, you don't need to know my name, just kowtow three times and call me Master."

Cao'er kowtowed three times without hesitation.

"Master."

"Since you have called me Master, I will tell you what I want you to do.
I want you to spend your whole life understanding what "martial arts" is.

I want you to pass on what I have preached to those who are forsaken of God as you deem appropriate.

I want you to never bully the weak in your life, can you do it?"

Cao'er thought for a moment and nodded heavily:
"I can!"

"Get up."

When Cao'er stood up, the young man raised his lips:
"Bear with it, it's going to hurt."

Soon after, the howling of pain in the tent disappeared.

Cao'er covered her stomach and walked out of the tent.

He barely held two large clay pots and staggered to the flatbed truck.

Seeing this, Shitou hurried forward to help.

The Hao warrior took a glance.

"Hit you again?"

Cao'er squeezed out the word "yes" from her mouth.

"Why this time?"

"I, I don't know, when will it rain?"

The Hao warriors stopped asking questions. This was obviously an excuse made up by Xiong Kuihuang. He just wanted to beat someone to vent his anger.

But it's good. He will feel more at ease after venting his anger. "You said before that you wrapped yourself in linen to prevent the ointment from staining things?"

"Yes, Master."

"From today on, whenever that person hits you, you will go to the medicine shop and ask the pharmacist to treat your injury."

"Thank you, Master."

Cao'er wanted to kneel down, but her movements were slow due to her injury.

The Hao warrior waved his hands impatiently: "Alright, stop kneeling, get in the car quickly, we are going back."

The grass got on the cart and the wheels started turning.

Looking at the slowly shrinking group of tents, his mind was filled with thoughts.

He could have knelt down easily, but he deliberately slowed down his movements in order to avoid kneeling.

In the past, he would never have dared to have such an idea.

However, ever since he knelt down to worship his master, he no longer wanted to kneel down to worship his master.

So many masters have given him, but no one can compare to what his master has given him.

However, the master also asked himself not to call him master and not to kneel down casually.

Thinking of this, Cao'er looked at her outstretched palms.

"What exactly is 'Wu'?"

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Qin Zhiming injected his own blood into Cao'er's body, and then sat by the fire and said:

"When can I get out?"

Swish!
The flames rose and gathered into a human face;
"Brother Qin, how did you know I was here?"

The man's face looked exactly like Hao Luo, the son of Hao clan's chief war chief.

"My mind is more sensitive and I can detect changes in the flames in advance."

"So that's how it is, Brother Qin, were you just beating that slave?"

"What else? I always have to act like I'm dissatisfied.

If you don't attack slaves, then attack the soldiers?"

"I don't mean anything else. I just want to remind Brother Qin to be careful and not let the Hao Clan find out."

Qin Zhiming frowned and stared at the person's face:

"problem occurs?"

"A self-righteous fool asked a slave to bring a message to his father and mother.

As a result, they were discovered by the Hao clan.

I estimate that the Hao clan will take action on this matter today, and many people will be implicated."

"What did he ask the people outside to do?"

“He was a bit of a coward and wanted to destroy something he had hidden.

He couldn't explain where that thing came from.

Originally, the Hao Clan didn't find the thing, but when his father and mother helped him destroy it, the Hao Clan discovered it."

"what?"

"The poison of the Zhe tribe can kill warriors like Tie."

"Then he's a real idiot."

The people in the tent originally did not have much suspicion.

Although some people fell into the trap during the test a few days ago, what they said was very obscure and could not prove that they were evil people.

It is different now. Members of each tribe are prohibited from storing poisons separately. They must be managed uniformly by the tribe.

Now a young man who is suspected to be a villain is hiding poison, and it is a poison made by the Zhen tribe.

You should know that among the people of the Zhi clan who can produce that kind of poison, one of them has been confirmed to be a member of the Immortal Sect.

No matter where the young man got the drugs from, the suspicion on him could no longer be cleared.

Not only that, young people who have a good relationship with him on weekdays, and even young people he has come into contact with will be affected.

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In the tent, Haofa, with a gloomy face, asked the soldier who had just come in to report.

"sure?"

“Sure, Wu has confirmed it.

The sixteen doses of poison found by the entire clan were enough to kill hundreds of Iron-level warriors.

The clan leader orders you to interrogate Haolin today.

Three days later, Haolin can die, but he must tell the truth before he dies."

"Is he the only one? Have you found anyone else who has hidden the poison?"

The soldier shook his head: "Except for his, the other fifteen doses of poison are hidden in places where the tribe members often go.

It is impossible to confirm who hid the poison. "

"okay, I get it.

Go back and report to the clan leader, and Haolin will be able to tell the truth in two days."

(End of this chapter)