It all started with Sadako

Chapter 15

"Boom...boom..." The dull beating sound continued to resound in the empty martial arts hall.

At a glance, the entire martial arts hall was completely empty. All the swords, guns, sticks, and exercise equipment were gone. The only thing that remained was a wooden mannequin at the corner. At this time, there was a man with silver hair and a slightly hunched back. The old man was slowly hitting the wooden dummy.

Not far behind him, a boy about ten years old stood behind the old man.

The young man has dazzling blond hair, a handsome face, two big eyes shining brightly, exuding a charming light like stars, his skin is white and firm, and his whole body is like a javelin, standing resolutely.

Although the old man has silver hair, his physical strength is obviously not comparable to that of ordinary people. After beating the wooden dummy for an hour, he slowly stopped, turned around and looked around, his eyes full of nostalgia.

After a while, the old man turned to face the young man again, with a smile and loving eyes on his face.

"Abner, you must not slack off in practicing martial arts after your teacher leaves; you are young and energetic, think twice before acting, don't conflict with others at will, tolerate everything, and don't feel ashamed."

When the old man said this, he looked at the young man and saw that there was no angry look on his face. He nodded slightly with satisfaction and continued: "You are a martial arts practitioner. They can't even stand a punch from you." Live, there is no need to argue with them, you will lose your identity for nothing."

Speaking of this, the old man's face was full of arrogance.

"Yes, this disciple remembers the master's teachings."

"kindness."

The old man nodded in satisfaction, but seemed to have thought of something again, frowned and said: "After leaving as a teacher, if you have any doubts about martial arts, please ask your elder brother."

"Although his talent is not as good as yours, after all, he has been practicing martial arts for far longer than you, and he has been a master for the longest time. You will definitely be right to ask him more!"

"Yes! Master!"

While Abner replied respectfully, he pouted secretly.

……

"Eldest brother, his mind has long since ceased to focus on kung fu. Instead, he has devoted himself wholeheartedly to his restaurant. Asking elder brother to give pointers is probably useless!"

……

The old man has stayed in the United States for 30 years. As he approaches his old age, he still wants to return to his roots.

Coincidentally, news came from the country of Hua, half a month ago, the only son of the old man in Hua country, sent someone to bring the news several times: the situation in the country has calmed down, and the old man is going to be taken back to the country to support his old age.

After receiving this news, Tang Xiyi could not hold back. He sold the martial arts gym a few days ago, dismissed a group of disciples during the day, packed up their luggage, and was waiting to go to school tomorrow. On the plane back home.

At this time, Tang Xiyi carefully took out a thick notebook from his pocket and handed it to Abner's hand.

"This is some experience of practicing martial arts as a teacher for decades. If you take a closer look, it should be helpful to you."

Ding Dong!

[Hint: You have obtained "Tang Xiyi's martial arts experience"! 】

Abner accepted it unceremoniously, and said with a smile on his face, "Hey hey, master, you didn't keep a hand, did you?"

"There is a common saying in your country of China: the one who teaches the apprentice starves to death the master!"

Boom!
Tang Xiyi looked at Abner's forehead angrily, just like a fool.

"You stinky boy!"

After the master and apprentice had some fun, Tang Xiyi's expression became serious again.

"Abner, although your Xingyi boxing has already reached a certain stage, but Xingyi Xingyi has form and intention, and your boxing has form but no intention!"

Speaking of this, Tang Xihe paced back and forth in distress, as if thinking about what to say.

After a long time, he said again: "This meaning... I can't explain it to you as a teacher. It's just a kind of momentum... In short, you have to experience it yourself. If you have the opportunity to go to China in the future, Xingyiquan will It originated in China. If you don’t understand the cultural heritage of China, it will be difficult for you to practice to a high level.”

"In short, watch more! Practice more! Think more!"

While talking, he leaned close to Abner's ear and said in a low voice: "If you really decide to go this way, then the most important thing is! Fight more!!"

With a serious face and a cold voice, he has an aura of calmness and prestige!

"Yes! Master!"

Abner also straightened his face and put away his playful smile.

Martial arts are not dance skills!This is a killing skill. From ancient times to the present, how can there be a master of martial arts who has reached the level of a master by practicing behind closed doors.

Which grandmaster has blood on his hands and bones under his feet!

Tang Xiyi's Xingyi boxing kung fu is superb to achieve Huajin, he can be called a master, and that is also in the past 30 years, relying on his fists and feet, punching and punching.

There were at least dozens of people who died under his fists, and countless more were injured and disabled.

With hostility and murderous aura all over his body, even a ghost like Semla would shy away when he saw it, not daring to approach it.

"Now! Grab your wooden dummy and get out of here."

After the reprimand, the old man waved his hand and started to chase people away.

Abner didn't refute, and he carried the wooden dummy out of the martial arts hall with a smile, leaving the lonely figure of the old man alone, looking around slowly, feeling the passage of his 30 years.

……

The wooden dummy made of high-quality locust wood weighs several tens of kilograms, but Abner is as light as nothing on his back. Finally, he looked at the martial arts gym. This room has been with him since he was eight years old until he was 13 old martial arts.

If there is no accident, this will be the last time I see this martial arts gym.

If we meet again next time, it may become a supermarket, a restaurant, or a hotel...

……

"Samla... the master is gone! From now on, we will only stay together with Luo, and now I think about it, it's still a little sad..."

Walking on the street at night, looking at the slightly dark street, Abner said slightly sadly.

"But the master is gone, you should be the happiest!"

As a resentful spirit, what Semla fears the most is the kind of person who is full of energy and blood and full of murderous aura, but the old man has both points.

In the past, when he was in the martial arts school, Semla was as far away from the old man as he could.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

The mobile phone in his pocket rang, and Abner picked it up casually.

"Abner, when will you come back!"

A loud and thick voice came from the mobile phone, it was the cheap dad in Abner City: Simon!
"I just came out of the martial arts gym and will be home soon!"

"Be careful on the road, the nearest Manhattan is not very peaceful!"

"I know Luo!"

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