Chen Dasheng laughed and said, "I see, it's not impossible. Look how similar you and Shen Gongbao look."
"How does it look like?" Facing Chen Dasheng's unscrupulous smile, Shen Mao felt even more speechless.
Chen Dasheng joked, "They have the same sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and a traitorous look on their faces. One is a leopard, one is a cat, one is a big cat, and the other is a kitten. Don't tell me, this is really possible."
Shen Mao rolled his eyes, "Brother, are you kidding me?"
"It seems that I have to stay away from you in the future. Shen Gongbao is known as the most degenerate god in the world. If a Taoist friend stays behind, he will kill countless immortals. If you have inherited this little bit, then I will die unjustly." Chen Dasheng Wu
Liang smiled.
Shen Mao looked embarrassed and quickly pulled Chen Dasheng's sleeve and said, "Don't you want to see something? Hurry up, or my grandma will get up later and make irresponsible remarks again."
"What? Your grandma doesn't want me to see it?" Chen Dasheng asked.
Shen Mao shook his head, "No, it's just that those are my father's relics. They are always locked and rarely opened."
"Oh!" Chen Dasheng nodded and followed Shen Mao towards the attic.
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The wooden floor creaked when stepped on. The house must have been a few years old. Chen Dasheng was a little afraid that he would accidentally step on the floor. There was a small room in the attic, and the door was covered with spider webs. A handful of small
The lock locked the door tightly, and it was obvious that no one had been in for a long time.
Shen Mao didn't mind it being dirty, so he pulled off the cobwebs on the door with his hands, took out a key, and unlocked the door.
With a creaking sound, the door opened, and there was a smell of dust coming from the shop floor. Shen Mao turned on the light in the room, and the bright light illuminated the attic. The small attic that had been dusty for a long time finally saw the light of day again.
"Brother Dasheng, come in, the room is a little dirty!" Shen Mao walked in first, then turned back and shouted to Chen Dasheng.
The room is not big, and there are some sundries, just bottles and cans, which make it very messy. There is a large basket in the corner. The basket is filled with some scrolls, which should be calligraphy and painting. There is a desk in front of it, and next to it is a desk.
There is a shabby bookshelf, but there are no books on it. It seems that this place should have been a study room before.
"Kitten, is this how you treat your mother's relics?" Seeing the messy scene in front of him, Chen Dasheng felt a little surprised.
Shen Mao shrugged, "Many of these things were stolen from tombs. Although there are many treasures among them, they are still ill-gotten gains. Grandma said it's better not to touch them as much as possible. Basically, I'm not allowed in!"
"
With that said, Shen Mao walked behind the desk, took out a few yellowed books from the cabinet under the desk, and threw them on the table, raising a large amount of dust.
"That's it, Brother Dasheng, come and take a look!" Shen Mao was dusted in the face and said to Chen Dasheng while fanning himself.
Chen Dasheng nodded and walked towards Shen Mao with great expectations. There were three books in total. Shen Mao picked up one of the ancient books with a tattered cover and said to Chen Dasheng, "This is the civet step I learned. The other two books
I can’t even understand it, but I can understand it at a glance.”
Chen Dasheng took it and flipped through it. It was indeed a Qinggong footwork. Without much interest, he put it back on the table and then picked up another book.
It was bound with parchment thread, and the paper had turned yellow, so it must have been old for some time. Chen Dasheng was careful, for fear of accidentally damaging it.
"Five Qi Chaoyuan Jue!"
Seeing the vague symbols with complex strokes on the cover, Chen Dasheng almost blurted out.
"Brother Dasheng? Do you know the words above?"
Shen Mao, with his sharp ears, seemed a little surprised when he heard Chen Dasheng talking to himself. He had read many books about the words on the cover, but he didn't recognize any of them.
"It's a little fuzzy, it feels a little familiar!" Chen Dasheng came back to his senses, shook his head, and opened the ancient book. The words on it were much easier to understand, and they were just traditional Chinese characters.
After a brief look through it, Chen Dasheng's eyes couldn't help but shine with light. This was actually an internal skill that specialized in stimulating internal energy.
In today's era, people who specialize in internal energy are extremely rare. Warriors usually introduce internal energy from external energy. Even Chen Xiaoli only uses the internal energy from Tai Chi, and Tai Chi also
It's just an internal martial art.
In Chen Dasheng's superficial understanding, he only knew that the Nangong family's Nanmingli Fire Technique was a discipline specializing in internal energy, but he knew nothing about the rest.
"I have translated a few of the things written here with a dictionary, but I couldn't understand them after reading them over and over. Instead, I felt dizzy, so after a few pages of translation, I stopped working on it!" Shen
Mao said to Chen Dasheng.
Chen Dasheng nodded, picked up the other volume and took a look. It turned out to be two volumes, but the first few pages of this volume were missing in some places, as if they had been chewed by something.
Shen Mao scratched his head and said, "There is a mouse in the attic. I accidentally put it here and there, but it got chewed!"
Chen Dasheng shook his head helplessly. This guy was too careless. Such a good thing could actually be eaten by a mouse. Fortunately, he only took a bite. There were not many shortcomings. With his own ability, he might still have a chance to make up for it.
.
"Can you lend me these two books?" Chen Dasheng said to Shen Mao.
Shen Mao nodded and said, "Of course, I can't understand it anyway. If you are interested, Brother Dasheng, just take it."
"Thank you very much." Chen Dasheng smiled, this guy is really loyal.
Shen Mao scratched his head, "Brother Dasheng, um, I want to join your Tai Chi Sect. Look at this..."
When Chen Dasheng heard this, he couldn't help but laugh, "Now there are only me and my sister in the Tai Chi Sect. I don't have the heart to accept a disciple now. How about you come to Wenshu Monastery one day and see if my sister is willing to accept you?"
"
"Uh, is that so?" When Shen Mao heard this, his expression suddenly froze.
He originally wanted to join the Tai Chi Sect, but he didn't expect that there were only two people in the Tai Chi Sect. The gap with his imagination was too big. He and Chen Dasheng were both about the same age. It wouldn't be possible if he accepted his sister as his teacher.
Are you going to call me Uncle Chen Dasheng? He is a generation shorter for no reason.
Chen Dasheng patted Shen Mao on the shoulder and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter whether you are a disciple or not. We are all friends anyway. If you have any difficulties in the future, just come to me."
Shen Mao nodded. In any case, Shen Mao didn't know there were other warriors in the world besides him. Now that he met Chen Dasheng, he finally found an organization.
"Kitten, I think you'd better find some time to tidy up this place. Although you say they are ill-gotten gains, you can't just watch them get eaten by insects and rats. Look at this wonderful book.
The book, how is it bitten?" Chen Dasheng looked around and saw the mess in the room, and couldn't help but said to Shen Mao.
Shen Mao nodded, "Let's talk another day when we have time."
"Typical procrastination. If you say that, you will definitely change it to another day!" Chen Dasheng glanced at Shen Mao speechlessly and said, "Okay, I'll do a good deed and help you clean up!"
"Uh, okay!" Shen Mao was stunned, and then even if he and Chen Dasheng started to clean up, it would be better to have someone to help than him to do it alone.
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The two people were busy in the attic for more than an hour before they came down dusty. Chen Dasheng shook the dust off his body and said to Shen Mao, "It's getting late. I'll go back first. I took the book.
I’ll return it to you in a while.”
"It doesn't matter, you can watch it as long as you want. It's useless to leave it here anyway," Shen Mao said.
Chen Dasheng smiled, waved to Shen Mao, and immediately walked towards the door.
"stop!"
Just when Chen Dasheng walked to the door, an old voice sounded from behind.
When I turned around, I saw the old lady coming out of the bedroom, the crutch in her hand making a clanging sound on the ground.
"Uh, grandma, why are you up?" Shen Mao quickly ran over to help her.
The old lady snorted, "If I didn't get up, I wouldn't even know that the things in my house were stolen."
When Shen Mao heard this, he seemed a little embarrassed. He was afraid that Chen Dasheng had some grudge in his heart, so he hurriedly said, "Grandma, what are you talking about? Brother Dasheng is my friend, how can it be called stealing when I gave it to him?" (To be continued.)
