Hong Xiaosi returned to the 'Qifu Restaurant' - the small shabby hotel opposite with full of thoughts.

"I brought you some food."

Knowing that Qi Long's martial arts training required a lot of food, Hong Xiaosi had to go to the Tianbing Division for a work meal and packed several portions back.

"Wow, thank you Mr. Hong."

Qi Xiaogu wanted to say something, but Qi Cong blocked his mouth with a chicken leg in an instant, causing his eyes to turn white.

"I may have to stay here for a few days, so it won't be a problem."

"It's not a problem, it's not a problem, it's just a few days, Mr. Hong, you can do whatever you want."

Hong Xiaosi hesitated for a moment and said, "Why don't you ask me why I stay here?"

"Oh, what do you want to do?"

"It's a secret."

The corner of Qi Long's mouth twitched, "Master Hong, are all of you outsiders so pretentious?"

"Then it'll be fine."

Hong Xiaosi took a deep breath and went to sharpen the knife in the house. Before killing someone, he should adjust his body and mind. This is the ancestral rule of the Hong family.

After the others left, Qi Lungcai slowly drank the digestion tea and said to himself: "My eyebrows have murderous intent. It's interesting. Is this the mission of the Tianbing Division?"

As the opponent's guide in the path of swordsmanship, Qi Lung knows his sword better than he does, and this will lead to bloodshed.

The only secret agency outside the pass and inside the pass is the Tianbing Division.

It's easy to guess.

It's impossible for his relatives to come and ask him to kill someone.

Qi Lung did not intend to interfere with the opponent's actions, because in the next 'Dragon Seizing Game', the opponent was an important chess piece for him.

You have to give people some freedom in their private lives.

Maybe they just like to kill people for fun.

"Okay, don't eat. Your father and I didn't bring you here to eat and drink."

Qi Lung picked up Qi Xiaogu, found an open space in the backyard of the hotel, and began to test his cheap daughter's boxing skills.

What he taught was a rare hard-style boxing technique called Minghai Fist that the 'Ming'an layman' remembered, and it seemed to have been passed down to her by an old monk who was on the hook.

As for why the old monk wanted to stay at the nunnery, he was not very clear.

Qi Lung absorbed the five realms, and also absorbed part of the memories of these five female ancestors of the Xue family.

It's just that except for those related to boxing, most of them are vague. Even for boxing, except for the impressive boxing schools, most of the boxing skills are somewhat vague.

This Lu Minghai boxing is a rare one that is still fresh in my memory. It has a full hand and half a hand, clear yin and yang, ups and downs, strong and powerful. It is a superior boxing type that integrates the inside and outside and can be integrated.

Unfortunately, Qi Long frowned more and more as he watched. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore and stopped him directly.

"Huh?"

Qi Xiaogu tilted his head, his big black eyes unblinking, his face dull.

"It's troublesome~"

It's not that the other party didn't practice well. Each move was like being measured with a ruler. The standard couldn't be any more standard. But because it was too standard, it lost its spirituality.

Moves and routines, punching techniques, boxing intention, and boxing spirit.

The ultimate goal of boxing training is naturally to understand the founder's concept, which is the spirit of boxing.

The talent of boxing is reflected in the ability to understand what the founder wants to express in the moves and routines.

It may be a moment of inspiration, or it may be a long-term feeling due to the mastery of boxing.

The more such 'inspirations' there are, the stronger the talent is.

The problem with Qi Xiaogu is that she has never 'felt' anything, and his inspiration is zero.

Of course, stupid people also have their own ways of playing. The most typical examples are Qi Lung during the Naked Party period and Luo Wuhuang, who practiced 108 sets of boxing skills.

If learning boxing is not enough, you can learn swordsmanship, and then use swordsmanship to feed back to the physical body and improve the state of body refining.

It's a pity that Qi Xiaogu's understanding of sword skills is limited to inserting meat and eating it, which is worse than boxing skills.

Then follow Luo Wuhuang's approach and directly 'imprint' the boxing skills into the tendons.

In fact, this is not possible. Meat that is too small to break into bones is dead meat, and tendons are dead tendons, without any ductility or activity.

The only thing that can be considered is 'bones'.

But Qi Long has studied that the bones of zombies are equivalent to the collection of human body's "essence", and touching them is like digging out human brains.

At the slightest movement, Xiao Bu Huan Gu's ferocious nature became fierce, even biting him, and even the blood relationship was useless.

Letting zombies learn boxing is indeed a pioneering work, so you have to think differently.

This does not mean that Qi Lung must train this little zombie to become a boxing master, and then the zombie will know the boxing skills and will not be afraid of it all over the world.

Even now, the four-marked zombie is an old man with profound moral knowledge, who can dominate the mountain and become the king.

But next, there will definitely be a fierce battle surrounding the dragon veins of the 'Two Extremes Secret Cave'.

Li Fuwei and the local army masters who supported him, Xue Baohou and his subordinates, including the "Six Naked Kings" whose authenticity is difficult to distinguish.

There is also a very likely situation where the snipe and the clam compete with each other and the fisherman gets the benefit.

He really hopes that Xiao Bu Hua Gu can play the role of a 'surprise soldier'. It definitely has this potential.

But if this little thing is of this level, it can easily be beheaded by a top-notch master.

In Qi Cong's golden eyes, light lit up, and Xiao Bu Hua Gu was stimulated, and a phantom of a bloody woman slowly emerged from behind, with fluttering black hair, full of ferocious power, and the cold wind was blowing in broad daylight.

If we say that a newly ‘born’ baby is like a three or four year old girl.

After Egongpo 'emerged from his shell', he was seven or eight years old.

The phantom in front of me looked like a female ghost in her twenties, with disheveled hair and a bloody suit. The ghost eyes that were accidentally exposed in the hair showed a trace of majesty like a dragon's veins.

This is the momentum of the Corpse King!

‘Iron Bone Corpse’, ‘White Corpse’, ‘Purple Corpse’, ‘Green Corpse’, ‘Flying Corpse’, ‘Immortal Bone’ and ‘Yaksha’.

Perhaps it is precisely because of the dragon veins that she possesses the characteristics of different types of zombies.

Qi Long's heart moved.

Since the dragon veins led to the birth of this immortal bone.

Then can I 'give birth' to it again and pass on my boxing skills to the other party in this way?

Although this method is unbelievable, after all, he is the man who 'killed the red dragon', so it doesn't seem impossible.

Suddenly, Qi Long's ears moved, he took a step forward and pressed down the 'phantom female corpse' with a slap.

Qi Xiaogu's eyes suddenly turned around, as if he was drunk.

"Ahem, two guests, someone is looking for you outside."

The waiter couldn't help but shiver and rubbed his arm. Autumn has just arrived. Why is it so cold in the yard?

Qi Long glanced over and saw an old man with a broken arm standing at the door, bowing slightly. His voice was not loud, but it could be heard from a long distance away.

"Your Excellency, the Major General invites you to meet."

Qi Lung walked over and said calmly: "I have nothing to do with you, Major General."

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Don't you want to avenge Lu Clan back then?"

"Interesting," Qi Long looked at the other party's broken arm, was silent for a while, and said slowly:

"Are you in charge of the food?"

"There is still a simple diet."

"That would be best."

…

The night was dimly lit, and Hong Xiaosi was sitting cross-legged under a lamp, his eyes unblinking, staring at the candle in front of him.

There are two things a swordsman needs, one is a good eye and the other is a good hand.

The eyes are in front of the hands.

The candle light flickered on and off, and finally, at the moment when the firelight spattered sparks, there was a "choking" sound, the sword was unsheathed, and the dark room was as bright as day.

In an instant, the fire split into two, rebounded and hit the wall, and then collided together again by coincidence, forming a candle, and the fire went out.

Hong Xiaosi's eyes were fixed on the "perfect" candle, but the blade of the sword was slashing downwards. After three breaths, there was a soft "pop" sound, and the candle lit up again.

"Ye Wuliang finally mastered it."

Hong Xiaosi looked at the Eight-Zhan Knife in his hand, and with a flick of his finger, the blades of the two knives separated.

That was not one knife, but two.
To be continued...