After the shock, Tang Xingqiang remembered that his father said that he had learned martial arts from the old immortal. He looked at Dongming and couldn't help but feel eager to try. He thought, his father said that he had learned several martial arts from the old Taoist priest before, but he didn't know that the old Taoist priest was so old now.
, will it be like what is written in martial arts novels, where martial arts become more powerful with age?
Tang Xingqiang was a martial artist by nature, so he couldn't suppress this thought no matter how hard he tried. He always felt that if he didn't figure this out, he wouldn't be able to sleep well in the future.
"Old man, you still look so tough despite your age, are you still very good at martial arts?" Tang Xingqiang finally couldn't help his curiosity and asked cautiously.
"Xingqiang!" Seeing that Tang Xingqiang asked such a ridiculous question, Mr. Tang gave him a dissatisfied look.
Although Mr. Tang kept claiming that he understood the old immortal, it was just a sign of respect, but he never thought that a 118-year-old man could still possess the powerful kung fu of his youth.
"It's okay, young people are just curious." Zhang Weidong helped Zhang Weidong successfully enter the foundation building stage. It can be said that he has been in a surprisingly good mood recently. After hearing this, not only did he not feel dissatisfied with Tang Xingqiang's rude questions, but he was even interested in showing off his skills.
"Let's do this, Xingqiang, if you can pull this fly whisk, no matter what request you make, as long as Pindao can do it, Pindao will agree to it." Dongming waved his hand to interrupt Mr. Tang, and flicked the fly whisk in his hand.
The soft silver-white silk threads were pointed straight at Tang Xingqiang.
People in the hall had never seen such miraculous martial arts before. Not to mention the two brothers Tang Xingqiang swallowed their saliva when they saw it, even Mr. Tang stood up in shock.
This is legendary martial arts!
However, Dongming seemed not to notice the surprised expression of the Tang family. He still looked at Tang Xingqiang with a smile, but for some reason he suddenly thought of Zhang Weidong.
If there was no teacher, maybe he was slowly waiting for death in Qingcheng Mountain, how could he be as elegant as he is today?
Tang Xingqiang saw the old god Dong Ming staring at him with a smile on his face, so he had no choice but to rub his palms together, then stood upright, grabbed the silver wire with both hands, shouted low, and pulled it out with force.
In the living room of the wing, although Zhang Weidong's spiritual thoughts have been restrained like ordinary people, when Dongming poured his true energy into the silver silk whisk, at such a close distance, the subtle energy fluctuations between heaven and earth still made Zhang Weidong instantly
Noticed.
Zhang Weidong's eyes flashed, and his spiritual thoughts spread out like a net in an instant.
As soon as his spiritual thoughts spread, Zhang Weidong sensed Dongming's existence and couldn't help but laugh or cry. He thought for a long time that Mr. Tang's old friend would be the old Taoist priest Dongming, which made him wait in the wing for a long time.
Withdrawing his spiritual thoughts, Zhang Weidong interrupted Tang Xuhong who was chatting with Duan Wei and said: "Director Tang, is the person who came to visit Mr. Tang today an old Taoist priest?"
Tang Xuhong was a little dissatisfied that Zhang Weidong once again rudely interrupted her conversation with Duan Wei, but when she heard Zhang Weidong mention the old Taoist priest, she couldn't help but open her mouth, and after a while she said with some difficulty: "How do you know?
?Did you see him coming to our house before?"
Duan Wei originally saw Zhang Weidong suddenly mentioning the old Taoist priest, and the monk Zhang Er was confused. Why did Zhang Weidong suddenly talk nonsense? Who is Mr. Tang? How could he be involved with the Taoist priest? Besides, you Zhang Weidong
Haven't you always been with me? When have you ever seen a Taoist priest enter this door?
But when Tang Xuhong asked Zhang Weidong how he knew, Duan Wei was even more shocked than Tang Xuhong, and he actually got it right. But Zhang Weidong has been following him from yesterday to now.
Together!
"Director Tang, would you please go in and tell Mr. Tang that I really have something urgent to discuss with him. As for Mr. Tang's old friend, I think he won't be surprised. If he really asks, just say that I want to see Mr. Tang.
." Zhang Weidong did not answer Tang Xuhong's question, but directly asked to see Mr. Tang immediately.
Tang Xuhong looked at Zhang Weidong with surprise for a while, and finally stood up and said: "Okay, wait a moment. I'll go in and talk about it."
After Tang Xuhong left, Duan Wei looked at Zhang Weidong with surprise and said: "Weidong, the person in Tang's house now is really an old Taoist priest? How is this possible?"
"Why is it impossible? Isn't your dignified deputy secretary of the provincial party committee also hanging out with a university teacher like me?" Zhang Weidong asked with a smile. Because of Dongming's sudden appearance, Zhang Weidong felt a lot more relaxed.
Originally, Zhang Weidong was still thinking that it would take a lot of effort to persuade Mr. Tang to let him participate in this operation, and it would be inevitable to show his hands. Now it seems that it shouldn't be so troublesome.
"That's true, but how did you know that the old Taoist priest was in Mr. Tang's house? You have been with me all the time." Duan Wei said puzzled.
Zhang Weidong looked at Duan Wei with an enigmatic smile when he heard this. He did not answer him because this matter was not easy to answer.
Looking at the enigmatic smile on Zhang Weidong's face, Duan Wei's heart trembled for no reason. At this moment, he thought of his heart disease and the figure flying past like a ghost on the Nansha River. Suddenly he felt
I asked a little too much.
Aren't those two things incredible enough?
In the living room of the main house, Tang Xingqiang was still pulling hard on the silver silk whisk. But no matter how hard he tried, not only the silver wire did not move at all, but even his beard and hair had turned white. He was one hundred and eighteen years old.
The old Taoist priests were all sitting motionless on their mahogany chairs, still looking at Tang Xingqiang with a smile.
As the name suggests, Tang Xingqiang was a strong man. Although he was surprised that the old Taoist priest had made the soft silver wire of the fly whisk straight, he was a strong leader of an army after all, and he couldn't even pull an old man back.
, but this tone in my heart could not go away no matter what, so I refused to let go, holding back my blush and pulling on stubbornly.
No matter what, I have to make you move, even if your white beard and white hair float for a moment!
Mr. Tang and Tang Xingzhong, father and son, are also somewhat distrustful of evil. This man has lived to be 118 years old and is still so young and energetic. It is already evil enough. Now, even Tang Xingqiang, who is as strong as an ox, can't even touch the old man.
It was unbelievable that he couldn't move! Therefore, although Mr. Tang and Tang Xingzhong and his son did not personally come forward to pull him, they were holding back their breath like Tang Xingqiang and did not say anything to stop Tang Xingqiang.
Just when Tang Xingqiang was about to fight to the death with Dong Ming, Tang Xuhong walked in at the door, and with him came a young man with a dignified appearance and a calm temperament.
This young man is none other than Mr. Tang's eldest grandson, Tang Guorui, who is also a leading figure among the three generations of Tang family. He is currently working in the Organization Department of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, and it is said that he will be transferred to a local government for training in the near future.
As soon as Tang Xuhong and Tang Guorui arrived at the door, they saw Tang Xingqiang holding back his face and pulling the whisk. On the other side of the whisk, the old Taoist priest Dongming was smiling and motionless.
When Tang Xuhong and Tang Guorui saw each other, they almost tripped and fell on the threshold. This is too unbelievable, an old man and a fourth brother (fourth uncle) who is as strong as an ox, how is it possible?
Before the two of them could recover from the incredible scene in front of them, Dongming saw two more people coming. He finally lost interest, stroked his white beard, smiled heartily, and then flicked the dust.
Tang Xingqiang's strong body, which weighed at least one hundred and ten kilograms, was unexpectedly thrown by the whisk, and he flew backwards, and then he just happened to sit back in his chair.
The hall suddenly became quiet.
Even though Mr. Tang was a general who had fought hundreds of battles, he had risen from the dead several times and felt a chill on his back.
During the Anti-Japanese War, there were many martial arts people in the army, but with a flick of a dust fly like Dong Ming, a man as big as Tang Xingqiang could be thrown into a chair. Mr. Tang didn't even say he had seen it or heard it.
Pass.
Mr. Tang was like this, let alone the person involved, Tang Xingqiang. He just felt a force coming from the silver whisk, and then this force swept up his whole body, and then he flew up and landed on the chair involuntarily.
, it’s exactly like what’s shown on TV. Even Tang Xingqiang can’t help but wonder whether the silver threads can become longer or shorter like what’s shown on TV, and once they become longer, they can become like long needles.
What if it goes through a person's body and pricks them full of holes?
When he thought of this, even Tang Xingqiang, the commander of an army, looked at the whisk in Lao Dao's hand with fear, as if the whisk had suddenly turned into a super weapon that could kill people.
But in fact, Tang Xingqiang's guess is quite conservative. This whisk is a magic weapon handed down from the ancestors of the Qingcheng sect. In the past, the cultivation level of Dongming was low and it could not play many functions at all. Now that the cultivation level has broken through to the foundation building stage, it can be easily used.
Not to mention that the Royal Envoy's magic weapon has become longer or shorter, even if a person is standing several miles away, if his whisk is sacrificed, it can take a person's life like a bag.
"Old immortal, I haven't seen you for decades, but now you have really become a living immortal!" Mr. Tang was the first to come back to his senses. He looked at Dongming and said excitedly. He could not help but look at Dongming with a hint of awe.
color.
Compared with the vast and boundless mysteries of the universe, human beings are small after all. If you don't believe in the things of gods and ghosts, you have nothing to fear. But once you become suspicious, even a general who has fought a hundred battles will inevitably feel a sense of awe in his heart.
This is true for Mr. Tang, let alone Tang Xingqiang and others.
"Old Immortal, this junior got curious for a moment just now. I offend you so much, but please don't take it personally." Tang Xingqiang stood up and bowed deeply to Dongming to apologize.
Being swung away by Dong Ming's fly whisk, Tang Xingqiang was now not only completely convinced of Dong Ming, but also in awe, and no longer dared to treat him just as an old Taoist priest who kept good health.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. It's just a whim for Pindao. Now that it's over, you guys can just forget about it. Okay, my old friend Pindao can do it. It's time for Pindao to say goodbye now that his worries are over." Dongming smiled.
He stood up and said. (To be continued)
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