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Shen Guangming really can't practice martial arts.

In other words, what he can't practice is only internal strength.But external and internal energy are one, without the source of inner strength, no matter how much he practices external energy, it will not be effective.Coupled with the blocked meridians, his physique is very weak, and it is the limit to be able to practice a cup of tea kung fu with a sword.Although Shen Guangming also wants to practice martial arts, as long as his body moves violently, he will sweat profusely, his hands and feet will be weak, regardless of his higher attainments.

Shen Guangming deeply regretted this matter, and he couldn't help being very surprised to hear an outsider mention it like this at this time.

"Let's go, let him see it first." Tang Ou said, "If it's useless, it's not too late to think of other ways."

Shen Guangming followed him out of the Chunhui Courtyard, and couldn't help asking: "Since you know I'm a liar, why did you let me in? You still care about me so much now... If you have any intentions, just say it out, cover it up, and just say it." What a man."

"You came out to do this job when you were ten years old, and I know you must have had a very difficult life before." Tang Ou said, "It's just a little compassion. But if you talk about intentions... there are indeed."

The turmoil in his heart disappeared immediately, and Shen Guangming let out a hey: "Sure enough."

Tang Ou said as he walked forward: "Old Wang is too old, and he is going back to his hometown. The people in the mansion are managed by my mother. She likes you very much...you have sold yourself to the Tang Mansion as a slave , naturally you are from the Tang Mansion, and it is right to take good care of you. If you can treat the flowers and plants in Chunhui Courtyard and our mansion with care, it doesn't matter if you are a liar. Not only you, Cuihuan, Linglong , and my book boy Nan Xiang, who was taken in by her. Nan Xiang was a book thief before, but his memory is amazing, he is a rare talent..."

Shen Guangming heard half of it and missed the other half, and felt that the Tang Mansion was really terrible.

Tang Ou was still talking non-stop: "The lord of Xin Bao's surname is Xin and his name is Mu Yun. People in the Jianghu call him Mr. Mu Yun. He is not the villain you said. If you see him, you will definitely like him."

Shen Guangming: "Oh. Leave this alone and tell me about Cuihuan and Linglong?"

The two walked into the hall, and saw a young man in black clothes looking out from the window from a distance.

"Brother Xin." Tang Ou greeted him, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

"Not long, I just came here." Seeing him approaching, Xin Muyun took out a small teapot from his sleeve as if conjuring, "I begged for the good wine from the pen washer, come and taste it."

Tang Ou looked around, and simply handed over two teacups: "Too stingy, just this little?"

"That's it, it's half done." Xin Muyun carefully poured out the wine in the teapot, "You know he's stingy."

After Xin Muyun poured the wine, he looked up and saw Shen Guangming standing behind Tang Ou, so he asked, "Your new boy?"

Tang Ou pulled Shen Guangming out: "The new flower worker in the mansion. His bones should be able to practice martial arts, but his meridians are blocked. Can you show me?"

Xin Muyun put down the teapot and waved to Shen Guangming.

Shen Guangming has never seen such a handsome and elegant person in his life.Xin Muyun was a few years older than Tang Ou, and he looked upright, tall and straight, but not thin at all: wearing an extremely ordinary black long coat on him, he also faintly revealed a rare heroic air.Standing in front of him, Shen Guangming thought that what Tang Ou said was indeed true, he was indeed a person who would like it when he saw him.

With slender fingers resting on his wrist, Shen Guangming looked at his frowning expression, becoming more and more cordial the more he looked at him.

He followed his father in the rivers and lakes since he was a child, met many heroes and tyrants, and dreamed of fighting the sword since he was a child.When Shen Zhengyi was learning Kung Fu from his master when he was a child, he secretly taught him when he returned home.But the internal force that was finally gathered could not stay in the dantian. Shen Guangming had tried many times, but all of them ended up profusely sweating.

He stared at Xin Muyun earnestly, hoping that this good-looking young man who really didn't look like a villain would open his mouth to spit out good news.

Xin Muyun withdrew his hand and looked into Shen Guangming's eyes.

"It's really suitable for martial arts training. It's a good material." Xin Muyun squeezed his hand bones, and asked while touching, "Did any major events happen to you when you were young? For example, being taken away by someone, or being targeted by enemies?"

Shen Guangming thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "Except for a fire at home when I was a child, there was nothing serious about it. My father said it was due to my constitution. My mother was too weak when she gave birth to me, so I'm the only one in my family who can't practice martial arts."

As soon as the words fell, Tang Ou said from the side: "It's definitely not because of physical fitness."

Xin Muyun's face darkened, and he said seriously: "Yes, it has nothing to do with your physique. When you go home, you need to inquire with your relatives at home. Maybe you were too young when the incident happened, but your family should know. Your meridians It was blocked by someone, and it has been at least ten years. The person who blocked your meridian is not very skilled in martial arts, so he didn't do it cleanly. I can still detect the meridian in your body, but it is too weak and too weak to practice martial arts. "

He patted Shen Guangming's hand lightly: "Although the man did not do it cleanly, his mind was very vicious. In addition to blocking the meridians, he also wanted to cut off your tendons. Although the scars are no longer visible, I can feel them." Come out. You can touch your ankle again later. If I guessed right, there should be a very shallow scar there too. The left wrist is deep and the right wrist is shallow. I don’t know why he didn’t make it to the end. The injury has no effect on your hands."

Shen Guangming stood in front of him blankly, letting him hold his hand, and the chill climbed up his back inch by inch.

Blocking the meridian, and trying to pick off the tendons of the arms and legs, clearly wanting him to live, but living in extreme pain.

The injury has been present for at least ten years.Ten years ago, he was just a child of seven or eight years old, how could he provoke such deep hatred?

While he was in a daze, Tang Ou quietly picked up the teapot that Xin Muyun had put down, and poured out the last glass of wine.

"Can it be cured?" He asked, "It's a pity not to practice martial arts."

Xin Muyun asked Shen Guangming: "Do you want to practice martial arts?"

"Think." Shen Guangming said immediately.

The purpose of sneaking into the Tang Mansion was to get some more money to find his younger siblings. If he could cure his problem along the way, that would be great.Shen Guangming thought, since this is the case, the Tang family should not lie.With a thought in his mind, he knelt down and kowtowed to Xin Muyun with a plop: "Master Xinbao, please help me..."

At this time, only Xin Muyun said a word slowly.

"It's a pity I can't cure it."

Shen Guangming's unfinished words were suddenly stuck in the middle, which made him dizzy.

Tang Ou: "...you...you still open your mouth if you can't cure it?"

Xin Muyun smiled and said, "I can't cure it, but you can."

Hearing this, Tang Ou and Shen Guangming were both taken aback.

Only then did Xin Muyun explain the reason: "The inner strength and heart method you practice is the Qingyang heart method. Spring is Qingyang, and this inner strength has the effect of rejuvenation. Your master should have told you that if a person whose meridians have been cut off can Practicing the Qingyang mental method, it only takes a few more days, and the meridians will continue to regenerate naturally, and you are better at practicing martial arts than ordinary people."

In Tang Ou's silence, Shen Guangming watched him nervously.

Tang Ou looked at Xin Muyun and then at Shen Guangming.

The spring sun illuminates the fine dust in the room.In the transparent beam of light and the fine dust of the disturbance, there is a thin and earnest young man kneeling.

Tang Ou never expected that he would bring a servant to Xin Muyun for medical consultation, but he would develop into such a mood in the end.I thought I would be cured by taking medicine and acupuncture, but now it turned into putting a disciple on the master's side.When his master allowed him to start, he once said that Qingyang's mind is not passed on to many people. Zhang Ziqiao has only one apprentice, Tang Ou, and Tang Ou can only have one apprentice. This is the rule.

"Do you want to practice martial arts?" Tang Ou asked.

Shen Guangming's answer this time was not so straightforward.

Although he has never been a teacher, he has also studied for a period of time with Fang Dazao, a well-known trickster in the world.Appreciating a teacher and accepting an apprentice is a prudent thing. Fang Dazao likes Shen Guangming's intelligence, and also likes his shamelessness and lack of rules. This kind of personality is exactly what he wants.Even so, Fang Dazao never allowed Shen Guangming to call him master.

Although Shen Guangming didn't know where Master Tang Ou came from before, he became uneasy when he heard the words "Qingyang Xinfa".

He knew that the Qingyang Mind Method was created by Qingyang Patriarch in the desperate situation, and the successor of this skill was named Zhang Ziqiao, who should be Tang Ou's master.Patriarch Qingyang faced the siege of the enemy and the betrayal of his fellow disciples alone, but still in deep despair and pain, he created this merit with supreme warmth and compassion: everyone in the world knows this.Shen Guangming heard many stories about Patriarch Qingyang, and some people also mentioned his great disciple Zhang Ziqiao.At the end of the story, the storyteller would always say something as if to whet his appetite: "Who are those people who can learn Qingyang's mentality? They are all rare and kind people in the world! They don't have a kind heart or a compassionate heart." , Hey, can you learn? Can you learn? No one can learn! Do you want to know who Zhang Ziqiao's apprentice is?"

But the storyteller doesn't know either.

Shen Guangming knows that he is not a good person, although he is not full of bad things, but what he thinks about the most is how to get many benefits from others for nothing.

How can such a person be answered.

Annoyed and frustrated, Shen Guangming rubbed his fingers with his head down.At this time, Tang Ou above his head spoke.

"It's not up to me to accept or not to accept apprentices, and I'm not at the point where I can teach apprentices. So I'll take you to see the master." Tang Ou said, "Chen Zhengyi, if you can learn it, you can learn it. If you can't learn it, I will learn it again." Think of other ways for you. Since I said I would help you, I will help you to the end."

Only then did Shen Guangming realize that "Chen Zhengyi" was his pseudonym, and he kowtowed in gratitude and felt ashamed at the same time.

However, because Mr. Tang's birthday is approaching, the matter of taking Chen Zhengyi to see the master was put on hold for the time being. Tang Ou promised to take him there immediately after his birthday.

Shen Guangming became more and more proficient in the Tang Mansion, and he was also called to help on birthdays.

This day, I was cleaning the furniture with a lot of melancholy, when I suddenly saw Tang Oushu and Tong Nanxiang running over.

"Nanxiang! Wait!" Someone called him, "Did you see it?"

"I see, I see!" Nan Xiang looked excited, "She really is a beauty."

As soon as Shen Guangming heard the word "beauty", he became excited, and flicked his handkerchief, he leaned over and asked, "What beauty?" "The young master's wife." Nan Xiang said, "I came here specially to pay my respects to the master on his birthday."