Chapter 35 Pretending to be the grandson of Wu Yazi
After Zhao Wen got closer, a trace of Wu Yazi's internal energy wandered through Zhao Wen's body very naturally.
There is no trace of any internal skills training, but I have all the connections. More importantly, my strength of muscles and bones is rare in the world. Combined with Zhao Wen's temperament and demeanor, in Wu Yazi's view, I am simply born.
Disciple of Xiaoyao Sect.
It's just that there is a group of incredibly pure Taoist internal energy entrenched in the Dantian.
"My father passed this on to me before he died!"
Wu Yazi couldn't help but bring into his mind a scholar who only practiced internal strength but didn't practice much moves or even had any combat experience. Before he died, he passed all his internal strength to his son.
With a flick of internal force along the muscles, he sat on the silk thread in mid-air again. He turned his head and glanced at Su Xinghe. Although he didn't speak, Su Xinghe immediately knew that what he was about to say was no longer suitable for him to listen to.
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"Good boy, can you tell me what kind of martial arts your mother practices?" Although he was sure that the person in front of him was definitely his poor grandson, Wu Yazi still wanted to confirm it one last time.
Zhao Wen felt happy in his heart. This was also the greatest confidence for him to dare to pretend. However, he replied with doubts in his mouth: "It's Xiao Wuxiang Gong. Do you have anything to do with my family?"
Wu Yazi nodded lightly, having completely determined Zhao Wen's identity. Most people would not even know the names of the three great magical arts of Xiaoyao Sect, but he still said very gently: "I am your grandma's senior brother!
"
He now has no shame in admitting that he is the grandfather of the young man in front of him. However, he is Li Qiushui's senior brother, so it is not a lie. However, he still asked curiously: "Xiaowuxiang Kung is the top internal skill in the world."
Mind method, why don’t you practice it?”
Seeing the vigilance in Zhao Wen's eyes, Wu Yazi opened his mouth and recited a section of the Little Wu Xiang Gong.
Zhao Wen knew in his heart that this was his final test, so he immediately recited a section of the Little Wuxiang Kung Fu, and then said with a regretful face: "When my mother taught me, I just memorized it like other martial arts.
I thought I would never use a knife or a gun in my life, but I never expected that such a tragic thing would happen!"
Xiao Wu Xiang Gong is one of the three great magical skills in our sect. Only his junior sister can teach it to him, and later he passed it on to his daughter. He also knew some of it from his junior sister, and no outsider could know about it. Now Zhao Wen can recite Xiao Wu Xiang Gong very naturally.
From the contents of the Xiang Gong, Wu Yazi no longer had any doubts about Zhao Wen's identity.
Just thinking about his daughter and grandson being so humiliated by the Duan family in Dali, Wu Yazi suddenly felt guilty in his heart. He looked at Zhao Wen and couldn't help but put it on his poor daughter: "Put this on first!
"
A ring shining with different colors flew out from Wuyazi's finger, put it on Zhao Wen's finger, and blew it out in one breath. Amidst a "rustling" sound, dense rings appeared on the wall facing Wuyazi.
Small print.
As the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, he could not let the Xiaoyao Sect be cut off by his own hands, but Su Xinghe's qualifications were too poor, so Wu Yazi carved the Xiaoyao Sect's leader's technique, Beiming Shen Gong, on the mountain wall in front of him out of fear.
If something happens to me, this skill can still be passed down.
Unexpectedly, while he was lingering in this cave, his own grandson would be waiting for him, and his temperament and aptitude were extremely suitable for the rules of the Xiaoyao Sect.
Looking at the wall in front of him, Wu Yazi's face naturally showed a look of pride, and he sighed in a low voice: "This is the world's top internal skill and mental method. After you practice it, you will definitely become the world's top one."
A strong person will be able to protect your mother then!"
Zhao Wen looked at the wall, while Wu Yazi began to explain at the side. After finishing the explanation, a pair of cold hands pressed on Zhao Wen's abdomen, and the pure Yang internal energy that had been entrenched in the Dantian disappeared instantly.
An extremely gentle internal force entered Zhao Wen's body. In just a moment, it guided Zhao Wen's consciousness to circulate in his body in an extremely strange sequence.
Immediately after it started operating for the second time, Zhao Wen could clearly feel that a large amount of internal force flowed from Wu Yazi's body to his own body. After a while, Zhao Wen's meridians began to feel swelling and pain.
Then it slowly stopped.
When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Wu Yazi falling slowly. Without the support of his internal strength, Wu Yazi now completely lost the fairy-like aura that he saw when he first came in.
Anyone who sees the wrinkles on his face and the dead eyes can understand that Wu Yazi has reached the end of his life.
Zhao Wen originally thought that even if Wu Yazi wanted to teach him the Beiming Divine Technique, he would only start after teaching him other techniques from the Xiaoyao Sect.
But he didn't expect that the other party would be so fragile. After telling him the story once they met, he used his inner strength to overcome it.
"Old sir, old sir!" Zhao Wen shouted anxiously.
"Take your mother and hide it first, and wait for you to refine all the internal power I passed on to you. The Duan clan of Dali is definitely no match for you!" Wu Yazi's voice was filled with bitterness, and he could no longer teach.
Regardless of the moves, the person who was originally most suitable to teach his grandson on his behalf was his senior sister Tianshan Tonglao.
But when he thought of Tianshan Child Elder's reaction after knowing the identity of the young man in front of him, he immediately gave up the idea.
Even though he had passed on all his inner strength to the grandson in front of him, he did not tell the young man in front of him that he was his grandfather.
Whenever he thought of the tragic life of his innocent and lovely daughter, and how the leader of the originally powerful Xiaoyao Sect could only hide in this cave, Wu Yazi couldn't help but laugh crazily.
After laughing a few times, his breathing became rapid and his head fell heavily.
"Old sir, old sir!" After shouting several times, Zhao Wen hurriedly ran out of the cave and said hurriedly to Su Xinghe, who was standing in the courtyard with a lonely look on his face: "Mr. Su Xinghe, come in and take a look, old sir.
No more!"
After taking a look at the ring on Zhao Wen's finger, Su Xinghe seemed to have aged several years. He first bowed respectfully to Zhao Wen, then straightened his clothes, and then slowly walked towards the cave.
Go.
Over the years, in order to avoid Ding Chunqiu, I took my master and hid in this cave. Although I thought I was alive, in fact, there was no difference between me and death.
If it weren't for his poor qualifications and his inability to pass on his sect's skills, I'm afraid the master would no longer want to live.
Now that I have heard what happened to my daughter and met my grandson, it is a relief for the master to be able to pass on the sect’s skills!
