Looking down at his crotch, Wu Zhixiong's tears fell even more.
"Xiaoxiong, what are you doing? Looking at yourself crying, I never thought you still have this hobby..."
A sudden voice came from behind, making Wu Zhixiong tremble and turn around quickly.
"Master...Master, why are you like a ghost, walking without making a sound..." Wu Zhixiong said with a sad face.
"You are the ghost. Why can't I make any sound when I walk? You are obviously too absorbed in it. Your hobbies are quite special. I didn't notice them before," Heita said.
"Master, please stop taking pleasure in others' misfortunes..." Wu Zhixiong looked at his master with a sad and angry look.
If he hadn't been asked to teach martial arts to the young master's uncle, where would this situation have occurred?
The old Wu family is a single generation, and he has no descendants now. If this is really wiped out with a flick of a finger, how can the old Wu family continue the family line...
"Gloating? What am I gloating about?" Heita looked at Wu Zhixiong with a vulgar expression.
"Master, you also know that you will have no descendants, right? Then you still harm your disciple?" Wu Zhixiong said with a sad face.
"What's wrong with you kid today? You talk in a weird way. If you have something to say, say it properly. When have I ever hurt you?" Heita said angrily.
Seeing his master getting angry, Wu Zhixiong said aggrievedly: "You are hurting me by asking me to teach martial arts to my junior uncle!"
"Nonsense, why did I end up harming you when I asked you to teach him kung fu? Do you understand that you can learn new things by reviewing the past? You were such a naughty boy back then. You didn't even fully understand the Taizu Changquan I gave you, so you were eager to practice three
The Sixteenth Path of Dong Ming Quan leads to a weak foundation."
"Now I'm just giving you a chance to make amends, and you actually accuse me of harming you?"
Seeing that his apprentice was treating his good intentions like a donkey's liver and lungs, Heita became furious.
"Master, if your apprentice has a problem, you can just tell me. Why did you bring me out to punish me..." Wu Zhixiong still said angrily.
"Punting you? Why are you being punished? Your little uncle doesn't know anything, so you are asking him to teach him Zamabu and a set of basic boxing skills. Are you trying to punish you?" Heita asked.
"Master, please don't lie to me. My uncle must be a master, right? He must have learned Taizu Changquan before, right?" Wu Zhixiong said.
"Go away, how can your master have the leisure to amuse you? If your little uncle knew everything, would I still need you to teach him?" Heita said angrily.
"But my junior uncle knows how to do it. Don't you want to know what's going on with me?"
"It was the crotch-pointing move of the 22nd Form of Taizu Changquan that Junior Master Uncle used to hit..." Wu Zhixiong said angrily.
"What are you talking about? The 22nd position refers to the crotch..." Heita smacked his lips at the side and said with a pity on his face.
"Master!" Wu Zhixiong was almost ready to die, and he was even more convinced that the young master must have been sent by his master to punish him.
Who can do Zama Step for two hours for the first time?
Who can watch Taizu Changquan once and memorize it all, and the movements are even the same?
How can anyone, after seeing Taizu Changquan once, be able to fight with great force, and be able to hit someone who has been practicing for seven or eight years with just one finger...
"Okay, okay, okay, don't get excited. I said you haven't practiced Taizu Changquan well. Otherwise, how could you be shot?"
"Master, please stop fooling me. I'm still a beginner. You and my uncle accepted this young master a long time ago and trained him secretly..." Wu Zhixiong curled his lips and said disdainfully.
Even if there is a person who is very talented and can never forget what he has seen, and even draw inferences from one example, he can defeat himself after just one look at Taizu Changquan, but what about his internal strength?
This thing is a matter of hard work, and it can't be accomplished overnight.
Why is his internal strength even slightly stronger than mine?
You can develop your skills to this level overnight, unless this guy is an alien... (To be continued)