: The gangster skills

After the old monk said that, he turned around and walked towards the inner courtyard. Although Liang Yan was confused and asked intentionally, he saw that he had no intention of answering at all, so he had to give up and follow the old monk.

In the inner courtyard, the two stood opposite each other.

"Amitabha, the person who killed your father has been sentenced to death. The remaining man is just a blind man, and he has not taken action. Can't you let go of your grudges and devote yourself to practicing Taoism?"

"What do I say? It turns out that the old monk is here to be a lobbyist. Since this is the case, there is no need to say much, and the revenge of killing his father is irreconcilable, how can I not avenge it?"

The old monk had long regarded Liang Yan as half of his disciple in his heart. He wanted to remind him at this time, but after hearing this, he couldn't help but feel annoyed and cursed in his heart: "What a fool."

The two of them stood opposite each other in the inner courtyard. Suddenly, the old monk raised his right hand and stretched out his index finger to point on Liang Yan's forehead. Liang Yan suddenly felt a stinging pain coming, and his instinctive reaction was about to reach out to block.

But the next moment, a mantra appeared out of thin air in Liang Yan's mind, which was mysterious and obscure, as if it was a method of luck to cultivate qi. Liang Yan realized in his heart that this was the old monk passing on his method, and he immediately stood up with his hands down and did not fight.

A moment later, the old monk took back his right hand, and a complete mantra also appeared in his mind. Liang Yan took a deep breath, sank his knees, and then he was about to kneel down to perform the ceremony of apprenticeship.

The old monk stretched out his hand and immediately a wave of invisible force rose up, holding his legs and unable to kneel down.

"You don't have to be too polite. What I tell you is just a shallow fur and a way to get started. I have something to say first. I am not your master, nor are you my apprentice. If you walk outside in the future, you can't be matched by your master and apprentice. Do you understand?"

Liang Yan was stunned for a moment and could only nod in a daze.

"You go out and say hello to the people outside first, and we'll set off immediately."

“Where are we going?”

"Go and find an old friend."

Liang Yan was full of doubts at this moment, why did the old monk teach immortal methods but not as masters and disciples? After thinking about it, he still couldn't understand. He was out of the way and had already returned to the lobby.

Suddenly, a gust of fragrant breeze blew on his face, and a pretty and gentle little girl with her head tied with braids, was Wan'er.

She grabbed Liang Yan's hand and said in a half-pleasing tone: "Brother Liang, just follow me to the capital to go shopping. The capital is so fun."

"That won't work. I have other things to do now."

Wan'er looked disappointed, her little face full of grievance, but she still tried to force herself and said, "Then you agree, you must come to Beijing to play with me in the future."

Liang Yan absent-mindedly said "hmm".

Wan'er's face turned from rain to sunny, and she burst out laughing, and at the same time she stretched out her little finger with her right hand and hooked her little finger on Liang Yan's little finger.

"Then we have made an agreement, pull the hook and hang it, and it will not change for a hundred years!"

Liang Yan reacted and stared at Wan'er in a daze. His face turned red for no reason, and this time he said seriously.

Wan'er seemed to have heard the happiest thing in the world. Her pretty face was white and red, and she was very cute. At this time, Lin Ziqing's call came from outside the yard, and Wan'er reluctantly let go of her little hand and walked outside. During this period, she looked back from time to time.

"You must come to the capital!"

Liang Yan nodded silently and looked out. The woman in red had already cleaned up with everyone. She carried Wan'er into the carriage and was about to get on the road. Seeing Liang Yan's eyes, she nodded to him, then rode her horse on her body and slowly left with everyone.

Liang Yan was silent for a moment, turned around and returned to the inner courtyard, and said to the withered back: "Old monk, let's go too."

Winter goes and spring comes, and in a blink of an eye, a year has passed.

The sky was clear and a convoy was stationed on a dense jungle path.

A young scholar dressed in the convoy was holding an ink folding fan in his hand, shaking his head and reciting poems, as if he was intoxicated by himself.

In the back row of the convoy, a middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper frowned and looked disgusted. The person next to him said, "Butler Lu, this young master is becoming less and less arrogant. This poem is nonsense."

"Hmph, the young master is young and playful, doesn't like reading, and prefers to find the heroes and immortals in the downtown area. I don't know how many mountains you visit and how many temples you don't have in the past years."

"That's right. The old monk I met on the road yesterday was from a temple, and he also brought a little disciple. Looking at his skinny appearance, he didn't look like a great monk. The young master insisted on getting off the car and taking them on the road together. He offered them delicious food and drinks along the way, which was simply a mess."

Butler Lu coughed and said, "Okay, stop talking about it. You are not unaware of the young master's character. You prefer these monks." When he said the four words "A monk", he deliberately increased his tone and looked at an old monk sitting cross-legged behind him. The mockery meaning was self-evident.

After a pause, he said, "The young master has been favored by his wife since he was a child. We servants should do our best to do our duty and don't talk nonsense!" When everyone heard this, they nodded quickly and said yes.

At this moment, a swordsman in blue in front of the convoy suddenly shouted loudly: "All be on guard!"

A stone caused a thousand storms. More than a dozen guards who were gnawing dry food pulled out their weapons almost at the same time, and surrounded them with a vigilant look.

A strange laugh came from the woods: "Hehe! The boy reacted very smartly."

Then a burly man walked out from behind the tree, carrying a large copper hammer worth dozens of kilograms on his shoulder, followed by four gangsters, one holding a knife, one holding an axe, and the other two using swords.

Seeing the five people clearly, the swordsman in Qing's heart skipped a beat, as if he was hit hard. Then he clasped his fists and smiled bitterly: "It turns out that they are the five tigers of the five tigers and three wolves in Fengyun Village. They have been admired for a long time."

"Haha, the little baby has some knowledge. Since we know that we are famous, we don't quickly hand over the gold, silver and soft materials, we can't do anything to kill us. If we hand over the money, we will stay and wait for a way out."

The swordsman in the blue-clothed heart was depressed. If these five tigers met alone, he would not be sure of winning. Now that the five tigers are coming together, he has many subordinates, but he is not the enemy of these people. If it were really a fight, it would probably not be able to survive.

But there is something important in the car, and the city lord personally ordered it, and there will be no gains or losses. If it is presented with both hands, the city lord will hold it accountable after returning to the city. Not only will he survive, the old mother, wife and children in the city will be unable to escape the crime.

"It seems that I can only gather the strength of everyone to fight. I will take away that thing while the chaos is. Well, if the situation allows, I will take away this illegitimate son of the city lord."

The swordsman in green thought, but the Wuhu was impatient. Especially the reckless bandit holding the knife was impatient. Seeing that he had not answered for a long time, he shouted loudly: "Brother, this boy, mother-in-law, is still lucky, so I will cut off a few heads first."

After saying that, he rushed straight to a guard without waiting for an answer, and then slashed his sword. The guard had never seen such speed. He drew his sword to block it in panic. Ping! The swords and swords intersected, and the long sword broke in response. The remaining momentum of the sword remained unabated, and wiped towards the guard's neck.

Seeing that his body and head were about to separate, the corpse was standing on the spot, the big knife suddenly stopped and stopped a little inch in front of his neck, and could no longer move forward.

Everyone looked up and saw a teenager in his teenage clothes standing on the knife, black-haired, carrying a branch on his right shoulder, and half a fragrant wild boar was inserted into the branch, which turned out to be what he had just returned from hunting and barbecuing.

The sword-holding bandit was sweating profusely and tried to pull the long sword back with all his strength, but the long sword seemed to be nailed in the air and did not move at all. He couldn't help but feel shocked and shouted loudly: "Brother, let's get your ideas, brothers, come on side by side!"

Someone in the convoy came to the side of the Qingyi swordsman and whispered: "Chief, do we want to go up and help?"

The swordsman in green thought and said in a slight contempt, "No hurry, this kid didn't show off before, obviously he wanted to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. Let's wait and see how powerful he is."

As we were talking here, the five tigers had already rushed forward.

The bandit who made the hammer rushed up from the front with the copper hammer in his hand, and the axe had already silently walked behind his back, preparing to kill a blow. The two tigers who made the sword were originally brothers, and later they were taught the art of joint attack. The two swords combined with few defeats. At this time, the two used the art of joint attack, attacking the boy in black one on the left and the other on the right.

The boy in black seemed not worried, but instead took off a yellow wood gourd around his waist, raised his head and took a sip. Then he turned over and jumped up. The bandit holding the knife was free. He was happy and waved his knife to slash at the boy with his backhand.

The boy was in mid-air, neither rushing nor rushing, his left leg flew into the air, and with a "bang!", he thrust on the face of the bandit holding the sword. The bandit holding the sword suddenly flew back like a broken leaf in the wind, hitting a huge rock, with blood and blood on his face, and he was so angry on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, the boy turned his waist and turned his head, opened his mouth and sprayed a stream of white mist, as if it was the wine he had just drunk. The target was the bandit who used an axe behind him. The bandit's face changed and he hurriedly waved his axe to resist.

But the white mist was as fast as lightning, hitting his body instantly, squirting like hundreds of needles piercing paper. Countless blood holes emerged from the bandit's body, and the anger in his eyes quickly passed away. He was sprayed to death by a sip of wine by the boy.

The boy sprayed out the sip of wine in the air, his figure fell down, and his right foot fell to the ground, as if a circle of transparent ripples spread out from under his feet. The two tigers, who were using swords on both sides, suddenly felt a huge force coming from under his feet, instantly breaking their hearts. They still maintained the movement of thrusting their swords and stabbing rapidly. They walked forward two steps, and barely walked to the boy, then tilted their heads and fell to the ground and died.

The boy in black only turned over in the air, kicking one person to death, spraying one person to death, and shaking two people to death. All this was a long story, but in fact it was only a few breaths.

The fourth of the five tigers had left, and only the big tiger with the hammer had just arrived in front of him. When he saw the scene in front of him, he was shocked and turned around and ran away immediately. But the boy in black did not give him a chance, and rushed up and punched him and killed him.

After the boy in black had packed up the Five Tigers, the remaining people in the convoy looked at each other and did not dare to say anything. The boy's methods were so terrifying that if he had malicious intentions towards them, no one would survive.

The swordsman in green touched the sweat beads on his head, stepped forward to please the young man and clasped his fists, and was about to speak. An old voice came from the back of the convoy, saying, "These people are just seeking money and not killing their lives. You don't leave any living as soon as you come up, which is still too much."

The boy in black glanced at him and said lightly: "These five people were born in the bandit camp. There must be accomplices nearby. Let them leave today and attract more robbers in the future. Wouldn't that be so annoying?"

The boy in black was naturally Liang Yan. The old monk who passed his formula on that day was behind the car. The two of them were as if no one was around, and they asked and answered each other here, but no one dared to interrupt. The old monk seemed to have known his personality before, and he kept silent after he finished speaking. Liang Yan ignored him and climbed onto a carriage, tearing off the wild boar and chewed it.

Everyone outside the car looked at each other, and the leading swordsman in the blue-clothed state coughed and said, "We cannot guess what the masters do. Since they are willing to stay in the car, we should not disturb them too much." Then he ordered someone on the right: "Send the order, no one can get close to the last two carriages!"

"Yes!" The man received the order and immediately sent an order backwards.

After some rest, the convoy began to wind south again, but what they didn't know was that in the early morning of the third day, when they passed by a green mountain, two figures quickly left the convoy.

At the foot of Cuishan, two figures walked slowly, Liang Yan and the old monk.

Seeing the sun rising, the old monk slowly walked towards a big rock on the side of the road. After sitting cross-legged, he said to Liang Yan: "Start, do your homework today."

Liang Yan curled his lips and walked to the side of the road. He stood with one foot on his left foot, hooked his right foot and hung his ankle. His upper body was tilted backwards in the air, with his left hand supporting his head and his right hand arched his back. This posture was really weird, but Liang Yan seemed to have been training for a long time, just closing his eyes and not speaking, keeping the posture unchanged.

About an hour passed. Liang Yan changed his posture again, and this time it became even more strange. He actually lay down face down, holding his head back with his left hand and holding his left knee with his right hand.

If someone passes by and sees them, he will definitely point fingers at these two people, but Liang Yan is no longer surprised. In fact, he has been trained this way this year.

Since the old monk took him out of the teahouse a year ago, he has used his great power to lure his qi into his body and helped him enter the first level of Qi training, which can be regarded as officially embarking on the cultivation of immortality.

But since then, the old monk has not taught him the secret magic of immortals as Liang Yan imagined. He just taught him eight strange postures. These eight postures can be said to be contrary to human habits, and it is as awkward as it should be.

But the old monk asked him to practice every day until he remembered the eight postures thoroughly and the details were not bad. Then he asked him to pose in strange postures and follow the nameless mantra he taught in his mind.

At first, Liang Yan also questioned, but after a few days of his strange posture and luck in accordance with the rules, he found that his bones, blood and flesh all over his body seemed to be reborn. While running and walking, he had endless strength. He gave up questioning in joy.

But the postures taught by the old monk were too weird, and the old monk never told him in detail, but just urged him to practice martial arts. Liang Yan was angry and named these postures randomly, such as the two he named at the beginning "Donkey" and "Rolling" respectively, as well as "Scold" and "Singing" and "Singing One Punch" and so on.

The young man concentrated on practicing martial arts, and the old monk closed his eyes and meditated. The two of them were silent for a long time. When Liang Yan finally finished work, the old monk stood up slowly, nodded at him, and turned around to walk up the mountain.

Liang Yan felt intuition that when he came to Cuishan this time, the old monk seemed to have something to do, but he never talked much, and Liang Yan didn't like to ask too much, so he could only follow behind in a depressed manner.

After walking on the mountain road for a long time, Liang Yan suddenly said, "Old monk, you have taught me for a year. Now you can tell me what skills I have practiced, right?"

"Holy gangster skills." The old monk said without looking back.

Liang Yan was stunned when he heard this, and then immediately reacted, knowing that he was angry that he named the posture he taught him. He couldn't help but clapping his hands and laughing:

"Miaoji, Miji! Your martial arts are either cursing in the downtown area or rolling around the ground. It's a street gangster. It's no wonder that it's a gangster skill! Hahaha!"

Liang Yan smiled for a long time, and saw that there was no response in front of him. Finally, he couldn't help asking: "Old monk, what are we doing in Cuishan?"

The old monk's slow voice came from the empty mountain road:

"Look for someone."
Chapter completed!