When I'm at my weakest, that's when I'm at my strongest!
——Tang Lin's "Quotations".
…
Tang Lin's two withered fingers were seen gently holding the blade.
The bandit leader was horrified. He tried hard to pull the sword, but found that the blade was clamped by Tang Lin's fingers like a root, and it was motionless.
"Weapons are not used to harm the weak." Tang Lin said coldly.
The bandit leader's face turned red and he held the handle of the knife tightly in his hand. The other bandits next to him noticed this strange situation and were all shocked.
They all know that this bandit leader has extraordinary strength. At a young age, he has already reached the third level of a warrior, and his future achievements will be limitless.
But he didn't expect that this dry old man could hold his knife with only two fingers!
Just the fingers are like this. How amazing would it be if it were the power of a fist?
The panicked villagers nearby were all stunned by this horrifying scene, including Li Er and other villagers who came over. They all opened their mouths wide in surprise and couldn't close their mouths in surprise.
Tang Lin looked up at the bandit leader and said calmly: "The bandit who came here sixty years ago, was it your father or grandfather?"
The bandit leader suppressed his blush and said: "The three hundred miles around here have been under the jurisdiction of my Sun family for generations. The person you are talking about is my grandfather!"
Tang Lin smiled slightly and said something unexpected: "You are better than him." Just when the bandit leader was stunned, Tang Lin's next words were a bit cold and said coldly: "But, you
Stupid than him!"
Bang!
The blade suddenly broke, and Tang Lin waved his sleeve. The sharp blade grazed the bandit leader's cheek, and with a loud sound, it was nailed to the pillar of the village gate behind him.
"Get lost." Tang Linsen said coldly.
The bandit leader's face turned green and white, and finally he gritted his teeth, patted the black horse under his crotch, and shouted to the other bandits beside him: "What are you looking at? Why don't you retreat!"
All the bandits came with murderous intent, and although they were unwilling to retreat, they still sighed secretly and evacuated after thinking of the power of Tang Lin's two fingers.
Seeing the large number of bandits retreating, all the villagers cheered and stepped forward to express their gratitude to Tang Lin.
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At the foot of the crooked mountain.
A large number of bandits were riding horses and walking slowly. The leader of the bandits had a gloomy face. Everyone around him could see that the little master was in a bad mood!
A few bold bandits said cautiously: "Boss, let's just forget it?"
The bandit leader glared at him fiercely and said, "What else can I do? Can you beat that old man? Humph!"
The bandit shrank slightly in fright. Then he rolled his eyes and said: "Boss. Although this old man is powerful, he is already old after all. After two years, we may not be able to kill him!"
The bandit leader's eyes flashed, and he sneered: "This is natural, huh, I will make him repay ten times the revenge of Broken Sword! It doesn't matter if he is strong, mortals are stupid. After all, they can't resist the passage of time. Wait a few years
Finally, let’s see how he breaks my knife!”
The rest of the people laughed loudly when they heard it, and even if they didn't have any sense of laughter, they laughed along with it.
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Lijia Village.
Tang Lin was sitting in the room, carving talismans. For more than sixty years, he had been practicing carving talismans while comprehending the secret method of the origin!
After decades, he has now mastered all the knowledge of the demon-suppressing clan that Xiao Hui taught him. This includes carving runes on weapons, making rune soldiers, etc.
Nowadays, even the leader of the Demon Suppressing Clan may not be better than Tang Lin in terms of talisman carving.
In a moment, a flame talisman was finished carving, but Tang Lin stopped his hand a little tiredly, looked at his slightly trembling fingers, and said with a wry smile: "I just used a little bit of strength, and my fingers actually lost their strength. It seems that after a few more
When I was 20 years old, I was just like an ordinary old man."
Cultivation is different from others.
Most people get stronger the more they practice, but Tang Lin gets weaker the more he practices!
Even so, Tang Lin didn't care. He raised his head with a calm expression, looked at the chrysanthemums outside the window, and murmured: "I wonder where that little girl has been playing recently."
In the past twenty years, Duoduo had rarely appeared around him. This little girl didn't like to look like an old woman. If she still appeared in front of the villagers as a pretty girl, everyone would think they were seeing a monster.
Therefore, when it came to Duoduo taking control of her body, Tang Lin always met her quietly. As for when Aduo took control of her body, Tang Lin didn't need to tell this little devil, he had already disappeared without a trace.
Dong Dong~
A gentle middle-aged voice came from outside the door: "Uncle Tang, are you there?"
Tang Lin said softly: "Come in."
A middle-aged man in linen clothes pushed open the door and entered with an elegant air of bookishness all over his body. He was always holding a book in his hand. His black hair on the temples was already a little gray. This person was none other than Li Er from back then. He was dozens of years old.
Years have passed and he is close to fifty years old, but he still calls Tang Lin uncle.
"Uncle Tang, it turns out you are a martial artist. You are so powerful that you can break steel!" Li Er's face glowed with excitement, and he said excitedly like a child: "Uncle Tang, please teach me martial arts!"
Tang Lin smiled slightly, sat down on the chair casually, and said, "Why do you want to learn martial arts?"
Li Er scratched his head and said, "If someone comes to bully people in our village in the future, I can teach them a lesson."
Tang Lin smiled and said: "Which do you think is more important, civil or military?"
Li Er said honestly: "Both are important. Wen can fundamentally resolve hatred. Wen emphasizes truth and benevolence, while martial arts means violence! Sometimes, if reason doesn't work, violence is needed."
Tang Lin sighed lightly and said, "That's true, but do you know that there is one disadvantage in practicing martial arts?"
"What kind?"
"Hurt others and hurt yourself." Tang Lin whispered.
Li Er was startled.
Tang Lin smiled faintly and said: "At your current age, your muscles and bones have already been formed. It will be difficult to achieve success in martial arts! However, if you really want to learn, starting from tomorrow, you will be at my door every day.
Stand on one leg for an hour.”
Li Er asked in surprise: "Is this okay?"
Tang Lin nodded slightly.
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Six years later.
At the entrance of Lijia Village, there was an old man standing in the open space in front of the house. The old man was about sixty years old, but his back was still straight.
He stood on one foot, holding a bowl of water in his hand and a jar of water on his head, maintaining balance in a weird posture.
Such an action was really difficult for a sixty-year-old man, but he did it very well. The water in the bowl in his hand did not move at all, as if it was still.
Sitting in front of him was an old man, about seventy or eighty years old. His back was slightly hunched, his face was covered with wrinkles, and his dry palms were not moist at all, as if they were old cracked tree bark.
He sat leisurely, holding a crutch in his hand. From time to time, he would use the crutch to fiddle with a stone and shoot it towards the sixty-year-old man.
For him, it is already very difficult to use crutches to pick up a small stone.
The sixty-year-old man avoided the stone very steadily, and the water in his hand still didn't spill even half.
Dong dong dong...
At this moment, the earth trembled, and the water in the sixty-year-old man's bowl was immediately shaken and spilled. His face changed color, he put down his head and the water in his hand, and looked at the village gate in confusion, where
A cloud of yellow dust rose far away on the mountain road.