Chapter 149 Reminiscing about an old friend late at night, the two women share their skills
"Hahaha, boy, look at you like that! I can't do it anymore! My aunt is laughing to death!"
Seeing the frightened look on my face, Liu Chuanyu burst into laughter, as if he was about to burst into tears.
"Just teasing you!"
"My aunt has lived for most of her life and has slept with at least hundreds of men. What kind of men have I never had sex with? A brat like you who doesn't have all your hair is not attractive to my aunt at all!"
I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I was scared to death. I really thought you called Sister Song over so late because you wanted to treat me like a Tang monk."
"Oh? So you want to be Tang Monk for one night?"
"Who wants to think about it! I definitely don't want to"!
Just kidding, would I still be alive if that were the case? I'm afraid I'd turn into a mummy overnight. I'm so young, and I still want to live for decades.
"sister"
She interrupted me: "Stop calling me sister. It's too senior. You can call me sister-in-law in private from now on. Do you hear me clearly? I like your character. I will go out in the south in the future."
What's the matter? I'll protect you, little aunt."
Seeing my unconcerned expression, she frowned: "Why, do you think I can't protect you, my aunt?"
After saying that, she gently pressed her right hand on the table.
She raised her hand an inch and didn't see anyone using any force. She just patted it lightly and heard a snap!
A perfectly intact table suddenly split into two halves from the middle!
It was as if it had been cut in the middle with a sharp axe, but even so, the four legs of the table were still very intact, and the table did not even shake during the entire process.
This is similar to the method of exerting force by punching to break open bricks, but it is much more difficult than the former. This kind of retractability and release of one's own internal energy is simply the pinnacle.
I wiped my sweat and said, "Sister-in-law, there's something I want to ask you. Have you ever been married?"
"What's the use of getting married?" She said in an indifferent tone: "A man is just a pure tool to me. My sister-in-law, I usually use tools when I need them and throw them away when I don't need them anymore. This is true for all men in the world."
I said: "I once read an ancient book by chance. It recorded the moves of men to woo women. Is this what your Xiaojialan Temple sect practices? It's just the other way around?"
I briefly talked about the views and operations in the book by Old Gu King.
After hearing this, she frowned and asked me: "Have you practiced according to that book?"
"No, not even once, because after reading it, I thought the content was not very good, so I burned the book long ago."
After hearing this, she praised: "The burning is good. What you are talking about is not the same as what we practice. What you are talking about is the art of the furnace. It has only disadvantages and no benefits for women who act as men's furnaces."
If that kind of book were disseminated on a large scale, it would harm everyone."
"The secret art of picking and nourishing has been criticized by the world since ancient times. This is why it has declined and been lost today. Practitioners often indulge in lust and forget their true intentions. My senior sister and I only dare to pick two points of Yang each time. We don't know how to pick it.
If a man’s essence is damaged, it can often be replenished through normal dietary supplements afterwards.”
We were chatting when suddenly there was a knock on the door outside. She immediately stood up and said, "My senior sister is here."
Dr. Song was wearing a brown coat and jeans tonight. When she entered the room, she said, "Junior Sister, I was lying down at home. How is it? Has Tang Monk's meat been cooked?"
"No, senior sister, we have to discuss how to eat it, whether to eat it boiled or grilled, whether to cut off the ear to taste it first or eat the baby first."
"No, Sister Song, my aunt! Can you two stop making fun of me?"
Doctor Song sat down, looked at me, and asked, "Junior Sister, how did you meet him?"
"Let him speak for himself. If it weren't for me tonight, he would have been killed long ago."
So I told the story about the fat and thin old man ambushing me and assassinating me. Doctor Song frowned after hearing this: "So that's it. I didn't expect you to have many enemies. Where are those two people?"
"Locked in the West Room, he was intoxicated by my scent and couldn't wake up for two days."
"Senior sister, I called you here so late because I want to tell you something. Look at this kid, does he look like a person from our island before?"
"What? Who?"
Dr. Song looked puzzled.
Liu Chuanyu immediately said to me: "Boy, turn your face away."
Although I was confused, I did as I was told.
"Senior sister, you are looking at his profile now, does it look a bit like him?"
At this time, Dr. Song's expression obviously changed.
"It's true, junior sister, I haven't noticed it before. His profile does look similar."
Dr. Song murmured: "The height and personality seem to be similar. When I mention gold, I double-stand my pen, fall down, and feel a lot of stomachache. The side face of the little Xiangzi really looks like Jin Mantang."
"Who is Jin Mantang?" I asked.
Doctor Song shook his head: "You don't know him. He was a good friend of my junior sister and I, but he has been dead for many years."
"Male or female?" I asked again.
"Of course he's a boy. Do you think you look like a girl?"
I complained in my heart: "What is this? It's okay for you two to say that I look like Takeshi Kaneshiro, but Jin Mantang, I don't even know which cat or dog I am."
Liu Chuanyu said calmly: "Senior sister, do you think this is fate? We have been living in seclusion for so many years, and no one knows our identities, but this guy accidentally learned our secret, but he is a little bit taller.
Like that old friend."
Doctor Song sighed: "Hey, junior sister, I'm not sure either, maybe it's really fate."
"Senior sister, how about we pass on Jin Mantang's secret book of tricks to this kid?"
"Okay, so Jin Mantang has a successor. Xiao Xiangzi, are you interested in learning a Kung Fu? It's called Ground Kung Fu." Dr. Song looked at me and said.
"Grounding Kung Fu?"
"What do you mean? I've never heard of it." I said.
Liu Chuanyu said from the side: "The grounding technique is also called the rolling technique, and it is also called the lying technique. It is no worse than the small-scale evasive footwork you used before. Once you can master it proficiently, you can do the same thing as you."
When used together with footwork, the two can complement each other. You have to know that back then, Jin Mantang relied on this grounding skill to defeat several great masters in the north."
"Is it difficult, little aunt? I don't have the basics. If it's too difficult, I'm afraid I won't be able to learn."
"Whether it's difficult or not depends on your own understanding. We are just passing on the secrets of his skills to you on behalf of an old friend. What is the name of the small-scale flexible footwork you use?"
"Eight steps to catch the cicada, Changchun Huihui Monkey Mounting Horse Master taught me a few years ago."
Liu Chuanyu nodded and said sternly: "Listen carefully, today my senior sister and I will teach you the secret book on behalf of our old friend. We don't ask you for anything in return. When you travel in the world, you just need to remember that your master is "Man Tummy Pain Jin Man Tang"
That’s it.”
I immediately clasped my fists and said yes, and wrote down this person's name in my mind.
This is a good thing. Having many skills does not overwhelm your body. Who wouldn’t want to learn a few more tricks when traveling in the world?
"Jin Mantang said back then that only those who are favored by our fellow apprentices and sisters are qualified to receive his inheritance,"
Then Liu Chuanyu asked me to wait while she went to the bedroom to get a book and handed it to me.
The book is very thin, with the outer cover sewn with thread, and the four words "Ten Skills of Lying on the Ground" written in calligraphy.
Judging from the degree of oxidation, I'm afraid it must be old. There are only about a dozen pages in it. In addition to text introductions in traditional Chinese, there are also many illustrations of the moves of two villains fighting each other.
When I opened the book, I felt that this technique was very suitable for me. All the moves were done while lying on the ground.
There are ten tricks in total.
They are: "The carp is beating up, the ancient tree is coiled up, the tiger is hugging its head, the rabbit is kicking the eagle, the lazy donkey is rolling, the mountain gate is kicked sideways, the golden rooster is flapping its wings, the Skanda is blocking the door, the dragon is playing with the phoenix, and the python is entangled."
Although it was only about a dozen pages, I became fascinated as I read it.
I flipped through the book and forgot about the passage of time. Later, I saw the fighting figures in the illustrations rolling around on the ground and using various moves to defeat the enemy.
It wasn't until the sound of a rooster crowing in the early morning that I was pulled out of the book.
