"Martial arts are fighting techniques, used to fight, not only determine victory or defeat, but also determine life and death. Since it involves major issues of life and death, we cannot talk about the kindness of a woman and be indecisive..."

Wu Yishou carried his hands on his back and slowly said, "Life and death are at stake, and there is no distinction between noble and despicable. Attacking the enemy's fragility and vitality is the most direct and effective way. So no matter Xingyi, Bagua, or Tai Chi, they are good at attacking the enemy's vagina, eyes, and throat... The same is true for our "Three Tonghu". The essence of the leg technique lies in viciousness, viciousness, insertion of eyes, squeezing the vagina, locking the throat, etc. Ono, don't think this is a despicable trick. If you think it's not open and honest enough, you don't want to learn it."

Tang Ye stood there and said seriously: "Master, I understand. In the past, I wandered on the streets and often carried a bag of lime powder on my body. If I couldn't beat me, I would sprinkle lime powder on the other party's face and hurt his eyes. In this way, I could escape and even turn defeat into victory."

Wu Yishou laughed: "Yes, it's the same thing. OK, I'll teach you claw skills now. In "Three Tonghu", the characteristics of boxing are powerful and powerful, and the leg skills are elusive, and the claw skills are varied. Every time you make a move, you will directly grab the key points and lock the joints."

He spoke and demonstrated.

Tang Ye was fully focused on watching.

Then, Wu Yishou simply called Tang Ye in front of him, used him as a target, and demonstrated the parts that his claws should be grasped everywhere.

Every time, he was caught without any effort. But Tang Ye could clearly feel that if he was really caught, he would never feel good. In severe cases, he was paralyzed and lost his ability to resist in an instant; even if it was mild, his muscles and bones would be damaged and his combat power would be greatly reduced.

"These are all key parts of a person and are also very fragile places. Even if you practice horizontally, it is difficult to practice these parts to the point of heat. Those who practice martial arts must familiarize themselves with the characteristics of the human body so that they can grasp the weaknesses. On the other hand, when facing the enemy, you must also guard your own key points and not be hit by others."

Wu Yishou reminded: "The Three-Tong Tiger is a martial art of attacking strong and defending weak. It has a fierce offensive, but if you can't win after a set of battles, your momentum will weaken. You must remember this point, don't act recklessly during the matchup, you must prepare your momentum, wait for the time to move, and keenly capture the fighter's shots."

Tang Ye nodded and said, "I remember." He paused and asked, "Master, how can you keep your momentum alive?"

Wu Yishou replied: "If your qi and blood are strong to a certain extent, and your energy will naturally last for a long time. But how easy is it? After all, human power is limited, and "Three Tong Tiger" consumes a lot, and every move consumes a lot of essence. Fortunately, you are young and can easily adapt to the medicinal power of the tiger soup. It is an anomaly. In the future, martial arts will be successful and may reach the level of "swallowing like a tiger". However, this martial arts is too evil. You have seen your master and you now. I can't tell you at what age you will start to age. When you are young, do whatever you can. Don't overdraw, at least you can live longer."

Tang Ye listened and thoughtful. He was thinking about another thing. He wanted to complete the "retrieval skull" incident mission, which was within three years. If he failed, he would suffer from blood severance and die of a bad life. If he succeeded, he might leave here.

Therefore, time is an important factor, and it doesn’t matter if it’s overdrawn or something.

Unfortunately, Tang Ye was still puzzled about what came to him and hadn't figured it out yet. He didn't even know what the ancestor skull was, let alone where to look for it.

Seeing that Tang Ye was in deep thought, Wu Yishou thought he was worried about his future fate, so he couldn't help but sigh: Even his father could not escape the misfortune after practicing "Three-Timension Tiger". Can Tang Ye become an exception? I'm afraid it's difficult. Fortunately, with the current situation, Tang Ye has adapted quite well. As long as he grows up, he can at least hold on to the signature of the Tiger Roar Hall.

There are successors, and Wu Yishou will be able to go to the bottom of Jiuquan to face his father in the future.

He let out a breath and shouted in a deep voice: "Ono, don't think too much, start practicing."

Tang Ye was shocked: "Yes."

Start practicing immediately.

Huh huh huh huh!

Soon, there were sounds in the yard, vigorous and powerful, and howling.

...

In the yard behind, beside the patio, the little mute was washing clothes. She felt a little aware and looked up and saw a man lying on the wall of the courtyard, ragged clothes, disheveled hair, and his eyes were filled with a faint green light, which was not as good as a human eye. He looked over with his eyes curled up.

The little mute mustered up the courage and called out crisply: "Fifth-handed uncle, your clothes are very dirty and torn. Do you want to change them? I'll wash them for you and make up for them?"

Zhao Wushou seemed frightened, and suddenly shrank, like a big cat, jumped to the ground, twisted his body, crawled away with his hands and feet.

"What a weird guy."

The little mute muttered softly.

She couldn't help but look up again and saw that the courtyard wall was eight or nine feet tall. Just now, Uncle Zhao jumped down and quietly, and could not hear any sound, and was very agile.

But there is no need to make a fuss about this. He is the uncle and it is normal for him to know martial arts.

The little mute continued to scrub the clothes.

...

Teach your apprentice alone is enough, but too many will cause interference. Tang Ye has a senior brother teaching, and Yang Sanshou is idle.

In fact, he has to go out and buy a main medicine.

This medicine is used to make Dahu Decoction. Since Tang Ye was very suitable for the level of the medicine soup, after discussing with Wu Yishou, the two decided to increase the medicinal power of Dahu Decoction.

To increase the properties of the medicine, you need to add medicine.

Medicine is expensive and difficult to buy, but for Tang Ye, any effort is worth it.

Today's sunny road is a bit deserted. A newspaper boy trotted and shouted: "Selling newspapers and newspapers, shocking news, 100,000 Japanese troops set off and have entered the Shandong-Jiao Peninsula. The war is about to break out..."

"Selling newspapers and selling newspapers, the city of Shencheng is in turmoil. It is said that the Japanese Empire has reached a consensus with Xionglu and Britain, and the interests are evenly divided, and the Japanese concession is about to be established..."

Hearing this, Yang San's fists were clenched involuntarily, and the blue veins on the back of his hand were stretched out. He was angry and wanted to shout: How can foreigners invade casually, like pork, and divide the fat into which piece of fat?

Why exactly?

Yang Sanshou couldn't figure it out. He knew that the so-called Japanese Empire had a very small territory and it was no exaggeration to call it a small land, but he could run here to act as a mighty man.

It's simply a shame.

Yang Sanshou gradually let go of his hands, sighed dejectedly, and murmured: "Looking at this, Shencheng will soon cause a bloody storm. A few years ago, several masters of national martial arts rushed around and called for 'saving the country with martial arts', which led to the National Martial Arts and Martial Arts Association. However, in the future, it will definitely be the world of foreign guns and cannons. Even if we practice martial arts, no matter how powerful we practice, we will be in flesh and blood, how can we block other people's bullets?"

He was struggling with a wandering expression on his face, and then he thought: The side of Xingyang Road belongs to the British Concession, and the daily order is relatively stable. Even if the Japanese Concession is established, they should be able to be at peace with each other.

"But even though he is clearly on the territory of his own country, he can only beg for the protection of foreigners. When will such a humiliating day end?"

Yang Sanshu's face was dull and he walked slowly, his thin body became even more hunched.
Chapter completed!