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Fuyang Prefecture is hot and humid, there is no wind, and the air is stuffy and oppressive.
Xiang Yang cursed and hurried to the inner hall. His new clothes were soaked with sweat. In the morning, he felt extremely uncomfortable with the smooth silk sticking to his body, which was far less refreshing than the training clothes.
"Su Qiulian, are you going to practice?" Xiang Yang called to the young man walking by.
The young man looked back at Xiang Yang and shook the black knife on his back: "Well, I've got a new knife, let's go play with it."
Hearing this, Xiang Yang suddenly became interested and raised his eyebrows at Su Qiulian: "Let's compare notes?"
Su Qiulian shook his head: "No, I'm afraid of hurting you."
Xiang Yang made a sound, feeling dissatisfied, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't say a word to refute.
Su Qiulian joined the gang at the age of fourteen and had solid basic skills. In less than three years, he had already learned the Five Tiger Door-Breaking Knife from the protector. His strength was quite impressive and he was well-known in the gang. Although Xiang Yang joined the gang two years earlier, he had already
He was defeated by Su Qiulian many times.
Xiang Yang held his breath, and when he saw Su Qiulian turned around and walked away, he slowly exhaled.
The temperature in the air was very high, and Xiang Yang felt that his cheeks were a little hot.
When Su Qiulian left, Xiang Yang suddenly remembered that he still had something to do, and hurriedly walked into the inner hall.
The inner hall was cool and cool. Xiang Yang breathed a sigh of relief. The black knife Su Qiulian was carrying flashed through his mind. He always felt that it was a little unusual. The ordinary swords distributed in the gang were not eye-catching at all. He didn't even bother to look at them when they were thrown on the ground. He couldn't help but feel jealous, secretly.
He hummed: "I must have gotten some good things from the protector. This guy's luck is getting better."
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Northwest of Heyang City.
An old wooden house.
Su Qiulian raised his feet and pushed the door open. "Dad, I'm back."
"Ahem...I'm back." A cough came from the room, and a tall figure stood up behind the curtain.
"Dad, I brought you loquat paste. It's a treasure among the gang."
"Are you going to ask Protector Li again? How many times have I told you that debts of gratitude are the hardest to repay. I~cough! Cough cough cough..."
Su Qiulian hurriedly put down the black knife and took out a wooden box from his pocket, "Dad, please stop talking and take this medicine first."
Su Bin opened the curtain and came out of the room. He looked at Su Qiulian up and down for a few times before taking the wooden box and looking at the so-called treasure ointment of the Heyang Gang with a fixed gaze, his nose twitching.
"It smells pretty good."
"Of course, it's actually quite sweet. I tasted a little."
Su Bin stretched out his hand to strike, but Su Qiulian dodged as expected.
Su Bin glared at him, dug out a large ball of dark green ointment from the wooden box with his fingers, put it in his mouth and ate it.
While eating, he nodded: "It's indeed quite sweet."
Su Qiulian came over and smiled, and consciously poured a glass of water for his father.
After Su Bin drank the water, he breathed a sigh of relief, his mouth felt refreshed, and he sat down on the bench.
"Are you busy with me today?"
Su Qiulian poured himself a glass of water, drank it in one gulp, and replied: "Same as usual, but I went to guard Yanghe today."
Su Bin, who had been calm just a moment ago, suddenly changed his expression: "Have you gone to Yanghe?"
Su Qiulian was stunned for a moment and nodded slowly.
Su Bin looked ugly at this moment: "The Jingzhou Army has been restless recently. As a disciple of the Heyang Gang, it is very dangerous for you to go to Yanghe."
Su Qiulian: "But there are state soldiers patrolling, so we are just joining in the fun."
Su Bin said with a stern face: "Jingzhou and Fuyang Prefecture seem to be in peace over the years, but it does not mean that the Jianghu people in Jingzhou are also honest. Your father and I stepped down from above because they were plotted by these villains."
Su Qiulian was silent, and Su Bin didn't say much.
This is a heavy topic.
After a long time, Su Qiulian spoke.
"Dad, can't you teach me the "Xiang Di Kung"? Since Fuyang Prefecture is no longer stable, the more skills I learn, the safer I will be and I can protect you."
"Fart, I need your protection?"
Su Bin sighed deeply and said slowly: ""Xiang Di Gong" is a secret technique. Don't you understand it yet? If it could be taught, my father would have passed it on to you long ago. The purpose of privately transmitting the technique is
I shouldn't have told you in the first place when I was being hunted down by the Forbidden Ministry, otherwise you would have to worry about it all the time."
Su Qiulian whispered: "But I have no more martial arts to practice..."
Su Bin looked at him doubtfully: "Xiao Lian, what did you just say?"
Su Qiulian shook his head subconsciously, as if he remembered something again, and said: "The Heyang Clan does not allow ordinary disciples like me to enter the Cangwu Pavilion, so I can only practice the Five Tigers Broken Door Sword given to me by the protector."
Su Bin nodded, "The Five Tigers Door-Breaking Knife is very good. Many swordsmen in the martial arts world have made their careers with it. How are you doing with your grappling skills and Xiao Tan's legs?"
"I..." Su Qiulian looked at him, slightly confused.
Su Bin thought he hadn't practiced well and said with a straight face: "Although these two kung fu are common, they are also practical kung fu that have been perfected by generations. Do you think there is a big difference between ordinary martial arts and warriors? Humph, as long as you haven't developed your internal strength
, what determines life and death is still fists and kicks."
"No..." Su Qiulian didn't know how to explain it, so he said helplessly: "I know, I will practice hard."
Then, without waiting for Su Bin to say anything else, he hurriedly said, "Dad, you are so verbose, your cough must be gone. I'm going back to my room."
Looking at his son's back as he fled away, normally Su Bin would have taken advantage of the situation to pursue him and strike a few words, but now Su Bin was holding the tea cup and was speechless for a long time.
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After closing the door, Su Qiulian remembered that the knife was still outside, but she didn't want to listen to her father's nagging. After a moment of hesitation, she gave up the idea of going out to get the knife.
After soaking the sweat towel in the wooden basin and washing her face, Su Qiulian took off her outer clothes and lay directly on the quilt.
He closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, a simple character panel appeared that only he could see.
Name: Su Qiulian
Condition: Good
Realm: martial artist
Kung Fu: Five Tigers Broken Door Knife (proficient), Arm-Through Fist (reaching the pinnacle), Grappling Hands (reaching the pinnacle), Xiao Tan Kick (reaching the pinnacle)
After a while, the world was spinning, and Su Qiulian appeared in a book-like room. It was said to be a room, but in fact it was more like a martial arts hall. There were only two rows of bookshelves on the wall. The bookshelves were filled with a book. Unfortunately, they were just decorations. The pages
There is no content in it, it is all blank.
What is particularly eye-catching is that in the center of the room, there are four huge words suspended in the air, emitting a faint glow, like words embedded in the air.
These words are: "practice", "meditate", "road furnace" and "mission lottery".
Su Qiulian raised his hand and pressed it on "Meditation".
Silently, the space turned, and Su Qiulian came to a shabby room. The shabby room was narrow and closed, with only a stone bed, and on the stone bed, there was a futon.
This was not the first time Su Qiulian came here. Without any panic, he took off his shoes, turned around, and sat cross-legged on the futon.
Feeling in a trance, like a dream, wandering in confusion.
When Su Qiulian woke up from the dream, his mind was clear, and he felt his body and mind were filled with energy, everything seemed to be clear, and he felt comfortable.