Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 45 Inheritance
"You're not a monk?"

Tang Sen frowned slightly. Seeing that he had a bald head and promoted the authenticity of Shaolin, he thought he was at least a monk.

The middle-aged man introduced himself as Guo Yonglin, nodded his head at Tang Sen, and said, "I have never received the precepts, so I can only be considered a lay disciple."

"But I have a legacy, and it's definitely not the kind that fools people."

He explained again.

As he spoke, he came to the second floor.

The area is not large, but it looks like it has been robbed. Various training items, weapon racks, and photo frames hanging on the wall are scattered all over the floor in a mess.

It was obviously done by the group just now.

Guo Yonglin awkwardly swept some things aside, brought chairs for the two of them to sit on, and went to the inner room to get something.

There is also a room separated inside with the door open, and you can see a massage bed inside.

Guo Yonglin came out carrying a suitcase, noticed Tang Sen's gaze, and explained, "I'm thinking of doing massage part-time."

"Then you know quite a lot."

Tang Sen responded casually, guessing that he didn't have any real skills and was just doing a haphazard job to make a living.

He squatted in front of Tang Sen and helped him take off his left shoe.

I just finished training and the smell is quite strong.

He didn't care. He grabbed the ankle with his rough hands, twisted it, pinched it, and asked Tang Sen where it hurt.

"It's not a big problem."

He looked up and smiled, took out a bottle of safflower oil from the box, poured out some, and then actually lit it with a lighter.

While Tang Sen was still in a daze, he had already grabbed the flame, spread it evenly with his hands as if he was not afraid of the burn, and then covered Tang Sen's left ankle with it and started kneading it.

Before Tang Sen could shout, Brown next to him let out a strange cry.

"magic!"

His eyes widened, as if he had seen a ghost, and he jumped up from his chair in fright.

Tang Sen's body tensed up instantly.

Tang Sen had heard of this method of treating injuries from falls, but he didn't expect Guo Yonglin to know it.

"Don't be nervous, it's okay." Guo Yonglin reminded.

Tang Sen thought to himself that it was easy for you to say that, but who wouldn't be nervous when seeing the flames burning on their skin?

But you know what, it wasn't really hot, just scorching hot, and then my ankle didn't hurt that much.

Guo Yonglin did not last too long, and then applied safflower oil again and carefully massaged Tang Sen's ankles.

He seemed to know a little bit about bone setting, because Tang Sen heard a crackling sound.

After about five or six minutes, he stopped and let Tang Sen get down on the ground and stretch his legs.

Tang Sen tentatively stood up and took two steps, then suddenly raised his eyebrows.

God!

There is still a dull ache, but it feels much better, especially the numbness from the twist is gone.

"What do you think? My technique is pretty good, right? I have an authentic inheritance." Guo Yonglin boasted with a smile and mentioned the inheritance again.

Tang Sen became interested and asked him what the inheritance was.

He finally had time to pick up the photo frames on the ground, then took out one of them, pointed at one of the elderly people and introduced him, "This is my uncle. He only has one daughter, and he passed all his skills to me."

"He's an authentic and well-educated person. He studied under Master Wu Shanlin of the Shaolin Temple and learned the integration of Zen and martial arts, as well as the mind-intention technique. He's only been studying for seven or eight years, and he doesn't have much talent for martial arts. However, he has learned a lot of medical skills from the unique Zen, martial arts, and medical traditions."

"After returning to my hometown, I became a doctor. He also taught me these massage skills."

Tang Sen of Shaolin Temple knows.

But what Guo Yonglin was talking about, the unique skills of Zen, martial arts, medicine, and mind, was not clear.

I just feel that if, as he said, the inheritance is famous, but he ended up being beaten up by a few thugs, it feels a bit unworthy of the reputation.

Guo Yonglin seemed to guess what Tang Sen was thinking and smiled bitterly, "It's not that I can't beat them, I just don't dare to fight back. Besides, I owe them a loan shark, so I'm not in the right. They have guns and are very ruthless. I have a wife and children. If anything happens to them, it will be over."

At the end, I couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Tang Sen felt a strange empathy for his reaction. Just like a few years ago, he had also been managing a training gym, struggling to make ends meet. If it weren't for his sister's financial support, he would have probably ended up like Guo Yonglin.

Looking at his left foot, Tang Sen suddenly had an idea.

"You said you know how to massage. So what's your level of massage skills in daily life, such as after training, or after practicing kung fu, to relieve fatigue?" Tang Sen asked.

Guo Yonglin didn't know why Tang Sen asked this, so he explained, "Practice and health are inseparable. For those of us who practice martial arts, the most taboo thing is to injure ourselves, so I definitely know how to take care of my body."

Tang Sen nodded, remembering that those who practiced martial arts seemed to have some medical skills and knew how to treat injuries.

"Then can you give him a massage? We just finished training, and our muscles are tired and need to recover." Tang Sen pointed at Brown and said, "Don't worry, I'll pay you, one hundred or two hundred dollars is fine."

The masseur I found in Gainesville before charged about the same price, $150 per session.

Tang Sen thought his massage was effective.

If it's really effective, we can have a long-term cooperation.

Tang Sen still doesn’t know what level the Wizards’ masseur is at.

"Training? You guys play basketball, right?"

Looking at the superior Brown, Guo Yonglin suddenly understood.

Tang Sen nodded, guessing that Guo Yonglin didn't watch the game, otherwise how could he not even know who Brown was.

"Okay, but forget about the money. I'm already embarrassed that you didn't call the police to arrest me." Guo Yonglin agreed and invited Brown into the inner room.

The two communicated in Chinese. Brown listened alone the whole time. It was only when Tang Sen dragged him and made him lie on the bed that he understood what had happened.

"Sir, can we eat first?"

He asked with a grimace.

I'm still hungry.

"It will be quick, just give it a try." Tang Sen said.

Guo Yonglin didn't care about the taste and started working directly. He also knew some simple English and could ask Brown where it hurt.

Tang Sen did not intervene, mainly because he wanted to see Guo Yonglin's level.

The masseur I had in Gainesville wasn't good enough.

For example, after training, his muscles turned yellow. After he massaged, one-third of the muscles turned from yellow to green, and Tang Sen was secretly happy.

Guo Yonglin investigated and got started.

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong arms.

Only then did Tang Sen notice that his hands were big, strong and powerful.

When he started to massage, Brown, who had all these lumps of flesh on his body, gasped and kept shouting that he was very strong.

"Tell him to be patient. If he doesn't put in enough effort, it won't be effective," Guo Yonglin reminded.

Tang Sen glanced at Brown, and he immediately became obedient, with a tense face and a grin.

The massage bed was small, and with his legs stretched out, he felt like he was being tortured.

It can be seen that Guo Yonglin really has skills.

According to Tang Sen's simple knowledge of training and maintenance, he started to exert effort in order to loosen the tense muscles.

After the muscles relaxed, he immediately changed his technique, using medicinal wine as a remedy to gently massage Brown.

At this stage, Brown began to feel comfortable.

With Guo Yonglin's reminder to relax, he collapsed on the bed, and after a while, he fell asleep.

Guo Yonglin didn't care and massaged her whole body carefully for nearly forty minutes before stopping.

"Okay."

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Tang Sen thanked him, then silently opened the system. When he took a look, he was surprised.

In the simulation space, Brown's yellow muscles, except for some deep muscle groups, have generally turned green or light yellow.

Tang Sen looked at Guo Yonglin in disbelief.

No, this guy is a master!
(End of this chapter)