The list is much behind. Please help me. Thank you.

"Of course, I'm just guessing that there may be some errors. Let the Dazhu brothers talk about the specific situation by themselves." Qi Xiang smiled, then lay on the bamboo chair again, and continued to remain silent.

"that……"

Lin Dazhu blinked, surprised and admired: "Brother Qi, you know a lot. You are right, that's true Mu Qiu's boxing technique. Every move is soft and there seems to be no strength."

"But he suddenly changed his tricks, and I was careless and didn't defend myself, so I was hit."

Lin Dazhu said depressedly: "I just fell into the trap, but I didn't take it seriously, and my arms moved freely. But after a few minutes, I realized that my arms were getting numb and finally they were swollen..."

"That's right, it's undoubtedly the actress."

When Mr. Lin heard the sound, his expression became a little more solemn: "The green-clothed flower girl beats people like a bullet, and the orchid fingers are flowing in the sleeves and sleeves, and his movements are very floating, without the aura of fireworks. However, if anyone underestimates them, it is still unknown."

"What a flower girl with needles hidden in the cotton, she is worthy of being a secret skill of the Liyuan..."

Mr. Lin sighed and immediately looked stern and said seriously: "Dazhu, after you recover from your injuries, you are not allowed to trouble Mu Qiu again. When you see him in the future, you will take the initiative to retreat."

"Why?" Lin Dazhu subconsciously blurted out his mouth, very dissatisfied. He also wanted to study hard for a month before going to find Mu Qiuyi to avenge his previous shame to avenge his deep hatred today.

But Mr. Lin seemed to know his thoughts and directly ordered him not to take revenge.

This naturally made Lin Dazhu full of grief and anger and argued: "The reason why I lost today is mainly because I couldn't figure out his routine, and I lost it for a moment. Next time..."

"I said, there is no next time."

Uncle Lin waved his hand and hit the head of the bamboo pole on the hard table. With a bang, a corner of the table flew away, but the bamboo smoke pole was not damaged at all.

"You dare to disobey, I will break your legs now."

Uncle Lin was not angry and was very serious, not like he was joking.

"Why?"

Lin Dazhu's body shrank, his voice immediately lowered a little, and he muttered: "There should be a reason. It's just a fight between trials, not a life-and-death battle. Everyone will show mercy, at most they are injured. It's not that you can't cure it."

"Fool."

Uncle Lin scolded with a grudge: "There is no eye-catching fists and feet. Once the fire catches, who can still hold it? Besides, with your current strength, unless you practice for another two years, don't expect to beat the other party in a short period of time."

"I told you not to look for him. I just fear that you will lose all your confidence."

Uncle Lin snorted: "I've ruined your hands today and my legs the day after tomorrow. In a few days, I guess you will lie on the bed for the rest of your life and will never get up again."

"impossible……"

Lin Dazhu was dissatisfied: "He can win, but it's just a lucky person. If I come back, I may not lose."

"You..."

Uncle Lin was angry and wanted to hit him, but when he saw Lin Dazhu's red and swollen arms that had not completely faded, the cigarette pole could not be hit. He could only groan, suddenly he changed his mind and said in a deep voice: "Do you know the origin of Huadanshou's kung fu?"

"Well?"

Lin Dazhu touched his head and blinked: "You seemed to be saying just now, what is this... the secret technique of Liyuan?"

"right."

Mr. Lin focused on it: "You should understand what the Pear Garden is."

"I understand, I just sing the opera."

Lin Dazhu hurriedly said: "Peking opera, Huangmei opera, Kunqu opera, etc...."

"Okay, just understand, don't mention those that are not."

Mr. Lin waved his hand and his eyes were a little dazed: "Liyuan was founded in the Tang Dynasty and developed in the Song Dynasty. It was only during the Ming and Qing dynasties that it penetrated into the people and reached its peak."

"During that period, countless opera troupes spread across the country and wandered around."

Mr. Lin sighed softly: "However, for the social atmosphere at that time, wealthy and ordinary people, no matter how much they like to listen to and watch operas, they look down on those who sing operas from the bottom of their hearts."

"People think that opera singing is a very low-key industry and is very despicable."

"In this case, some opera troupes raised by high-ranking officials, nobles, tycoons and merchants are fine, they only need to sing for a lifetime. But those wild troupes are not so lucky."

Mr. Lin shook his head: "They made hard money by traveling around the world. However, they were discriminated against by others, and they were all cold-eyed and scolded, and even some table tennis teams were even treated."

"In order to protect themselves, the people in the opera troupe must practice some kung fu. They eat hundreds of families and travel around the country. They naturally gather the strengths of hundreds of schools, and then invent and create some unique techniques based on their own characteristics."

Mr. Lin expressed his cautious expression: "There are several secret techniques, which are unparalleled. If you don't take action, you will take your life as soon as you take action. It can be called an invisible example of killing people."

"The flower girl is one of these ruthless secret techniques."

Uncle Lin whispered: "After all, the actor Qingyi has a good figure and a beautiful posture, which is easier for people to covet. So in order to avoid intrusion from others, they need to practice more."

"However, women are naturally inferior to men in terms of physical fitness. It takes a long time to practice some popular kung fu, and they may not gain much. In order to play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses, the skills of Qingyi, Liuyun Sleeve, Orchid Finger, Huadan Hand, etc. came into being."

Mr. Lin said slowly: "These skills are very erratic, the sword is a bit off, and the methods are strange."

"When it is used, it is like a cotton flying catkin, which has no lethality. However, once it is hit, there is no clue on the surface and it is not rescued in time. If it occurs in a hidden injury, it is not far from death."

Mr. Lin's face darkened: "After seeing your injuries, I knew that the rumors in the world are true, and the flower actress's hands are indeed very treacherous. If you fight him, you are seeking hardships and seeking abuse."

"...Grandpa, haven't you said that Kung Fu doesn't care whether it's a good name or not, but someone who is practicing?" Lin Dazhu still didn't give up and argued: "The tiger and crane double-shaped fist we passed on in our family is not necessarily worse than that of the actress."

"It's not bad."

Mr. Lin glanced at him and said coldly: "But, he is stronger than you. He has already seen the secrets of the Ancient Jin. If you fight him, you are purely seeking death. Do you know?"

"Ah, the secret force?" Lin Dazhu opened his eyes wide and said in a lost voice: "How is that possible?"

"Hmph! Why is it impossible? Don't you think it's impossible."

Uncle Lin's face was suspicious, and suddenly sighed and said softly: "Dazhu, there are some words. I'm afraid of hitting you, so I never mention it. But now you want to show off, I have to say it."

"What do you mean?" Lin Dazhu was a little confused.

"Actually, your great-grandfather..." Uncle Lin gritted his teeth and told a secret blessing: "He used to be a disciple of Qingyi, Liyuan, but due to the turbulent situation, he lost contact with his fellow brothers and lived alone in southern Fujian to make a living."

"At that time, he was not very old, and only learned a few superficial skills and was often bullied. He was forced to commit suicide by practicing under a famous Nanquan master at that time in order to live a peaceful life."

Uncle Lin sighed: "After that great boxer knew the origin of your great-grandfather, he had no idea about his great-grandfather, but he gave careful guidance. Your great-grandfather also worked hard, studied hard, and practiced with some talent. He eventually became a master of dark energy, and then settled in Zhao'an, until now..."

Uncle Lin glanced at Lin Dazhu. He said righteously: "In other words, there is also this kind of connection between us and the Qingyi Gate. How can we do whatever we can with them without looking at the monks and Buddhas?"

"But, but..."

Lin Dazhu was shocked to hear the secret, but he was not willing to let it go: "But that Mu Qiu, we are also aware of the truth. His family is in Chaoshan and is barely considered a rich second generation. He used to practice Cai Lifo Boxing. Recently, he has just changed his practice of some flower dancers, which will not last more than a month."

"So, he can't be a member of the Qingyi Sect. After all, the martial arts secrets are so widely circulated. Even if you practice Huadan, it may not be able to prove that he is under the Qingyi Sect."

Lin Dazhu made a statement and what he said was very reasonable.

"Even if he is not a disciple of the Qingyi Sect, as long as he learns from Huadan, it will be considered related to the Qingyi Sect."

Uncle Lin pondered for a while and said solemnly: "The most important thing is that your great-grandfather once said, "Liuyun Sleeve, Orchid Finger, and Flower Dan Hand, these three unique skills are easy to learn but difficult to master."

"Or it is not very useful to learn people who don't understand the dark energy. Only the dark energy masters can fully exert the power of the three unique skills."

Uncle Lin said in a deep voice: "From your injuries, Mu Qiu's flower girl has already achieved a small success, which means he has already seen the secret tricks of the dark spirit. Maybe even I am not his opponent, so why do you fight him?"

"What……"

Lin Dazhu was completely confused and couldn't stand the suppression: "You lied to me..."

"What am I lie to you?"

Uncle Lin said angrily: "Don't you believe it, right? Come with me, I'll let you go and see the manuscript passed down by your great-grandfather. After reading it, I'll wait for my family to recover from my injuries. Without my permission, you dare to go out for a second step, so you don't come back from the door."

While speaking, Uncle Lin pulled the lost Lin Dazhu into the room, probably because he had gone to see some ancestral manuscript. For a moment, the wide courtyard was empty again, leaving only Qi Xiang lying lazily on the bench.

"Tsk, there are so many secrets in the world."

Qi Xiang listened with relish and interested: "I didn't expect that there was actually a Liyuan Qingyi Gate in the world. This is the first time I heard about it..."

"According to this statement, wouldn't there be similar secret inheritances in all walks of life?"

Qi Xiang's thoughts emanated and she had a lot of thoughts. Soon after, Lin Dazhu walked out of the house, and was completely disheartened and was hit hard, and his energy was gone.

After walking out, Lin Dazhu sat on the small stool in a daze, not speaking for a long time.
Chapter completed!