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Chen Sanlang didn't notice all this. He slept beautifully, and his fatigue disappeared. He got up and went out. When he found Ao Qing was not there, he couldn't help but feel a sudden blow: Ao Qing's ghost is not dissipating, just for Ao Qingmei. Now he left, is it because Ao Qingmei missed the hidden secret...

For a moment, he couldn't make up his mind. After thinking for a long time, he sighed: It's no longer possible for him to intervene when things have developed to this point. Ao Qingmei has his own sense of responsibility, and I think there will be no problem.

Whoosh!

The sound of breaking through the air came out, and a yellow crane fell from the sky, which was very clever.

Seeing this yellow crane, Chen Sanlang knew that it was made by Xiaoyao Fudao and used to convey information. This technique was very practical and he wanted to learn it, but unfortunately, the "Haoran Silk Book" was suppressed by the dragon energy and could not be learned.

Huang He fell down his palm and opened it. He saw a line of words written on it: "I have returned, and I am going back to look in seclusion."

It seems that the successive setbacks have had a great impact on him. He knows that his cultivation is not good and he will work hard.

Chen Sanlang rushed to the martial arts hall. As soon as he entered the door, he heard Xu Jun crying: These days, I have been searching for my father and suffering. I don’t know how much hardship I have suffered. Today, my father and daughter are finally reunited. How can I not cry?

Listening to the crying, Chen Sanlang felt sad and stood outside for a while before entering.

Seeing him, Xu Jun rushed over and fell down his pink fist without hesitation.

Chen Sanlang hugged her and was reluctant to let go for a long time.

Xu Nianniang, beside him, looked stern and coughed dryly: Good boy, he snatched his daughter away as soon as he arrived. Do you still take me seriously?

Xu Jun's cheeks turned red. He let go and retreated aside. He said, "I'll go buy vegetables and cook."

Chen Sanlang was really hungry and finally waited for the food to be prepared and put it on and started eating immediately.

After eating and drinking, he sat with Xu Jun and listened to Xu Nianniang's words:

"Jun'er, have you passed on the Xu family boxing scripture to him?"

The tone is quite solemn.

When Chen Sanlang heard this, he hurriedly said, "It's not your fault for Jun'er..."

It is said that there is a very strict set of rules for the inheritance of martial arts in the world, such as passing on to children but not passing on to girls. What can't be passed on to external sources? A lot of these things. If you violate them, you will often be severely punished. The source of such rules is mainly to prevent the wrong person from teaching, which will cause the deception of the master and the destruction of the ancestors. But at the same time, it also leads to many unique skills that cannot be passed on by people and will be lost to the world since then.

Xu Nianniang waved her hand and said slowly: "I didn't blame anyone, it's just right."

"What's right?"

Chen Sanlang was a little confused.

"You have been practicing the "Xu Shi Boxing Sutra" for a while. With a foundation, you can learn my swordsmanship."

Xu Jun next to him was overjoyed when he heard this: "Sanlang, why don't you kowtow to become a disciple?"

Chen Sanlang immediately leaned down and gave a respectful gift.

Xu Nianniang looked at him and smiled out of the corner of her mouth: "Teaching you how to swordsmanship. But if you can learn a little bit, it is your chance to create."

His sword technique was never taught by his daughter. Because this was a masculine sword technique, Xu Jun was not suitable for his daughter to learn, so he learned the thin blade and short sword.

Chen Sanlang had seen this father-in-law's sword technique. The sword on the way to Longcheng was shocking and unpredictable. Today, the sword was abolished by the thief's head, which seemed even more light and light, and extremely awesome.

If you can learn such a knife technique, how can you give it a reason?

When Chen Sanlang first entered the martial arts hall, he just took the mentality of being a living horse, learned some basic skills and strengthened his body.

"I only say the formula once, how much can you remember."

Xu Jun said anxiously: "Dad, how can you be enough at one time?"

Xu Nianniang was unmoved: "Everything should be called "fate". If you don't have the chance and can't learn it, it will be useless even if I repeat it a hundred times."

Chen Sanlang tightened his face: "One is enough."

Xu Nianniang was not a person who was procrastinating, so she immediately began to teach the formula. This formula does not contain words, but is just oral, which is very consistent with the unique skills of the martial arts world.

The mantra has more than 3,000 words in the whole article, which is awkward and mysterious. Even though Chen Sanlang has learned magic, he has a headache about this mantra. Fortunately, his memory is not bad, and his rote memory has been refined to perfection in many years of imperial examinations.

Don’t care about it now, just memorize it first and then talk about it. Then slowly ponder and understand it and understand it one by one.

After saying that, Xu Nianniang seemed quite tired and said, "You go back first and come back in three days."

"good."

Chen Sanlang withdrew and Xu Jun sent it out.

"I heard from the Taoist priest that you have an inexplicable woman with you?"

Chen Sanlang smiled bitterly and talked about the bumpy experiences he had along the way, so he naturally omitted some inappropriate places.

After listening, Xu Jun was worried: "Will something happen to Xiaolongnu?"

Ao Qingmei helped Chen Sanlang a lot, and Xu Jun knew all this clearly and long regarded her as a "person".

Chen Sanlang sighed: "I am worried too, but now, I can't help."

Xu Jun said: "Dad is injured, otherwise, you can ask him to take action."

Chen Sanlang said slowly: "Ao Qingmei Bingxue is smart. I think since she dares to show off her skills, she will definitely deal with it in a planned way. Besides, they are two sisters after all. The worst result is to return to the Dragon Palace."

Xu Jun nodded and expressed his approval.

"I'll go back first, hurry up and learn the knife."

"good."

There was a lingering sorrow between Xu Jun's eyebrows. She always felt that her father passed the knife to Chen Sanlang at this time, or it might have other meanings, like a person who asked him to do so...

No, it must be that's not the case. My father's martial arts are so mysterious, how could there be any trouble?

She quickly comforted herself.

But Chen Sanlang left the martial arts hall and walked home.

In fact, it was still early at this time, and it was almost evening. The county gates were not closed yet and there were people entering and leaving.

At this time, two people came in outside, one was aged and aged, and their faces were quite strange.

Since accidents happened one after another, Zhou Fencao issued an order to step up the inspection efforts at the city gate and keep the checkpoints. When the soldiers guarding the gate saw a stranger coming and were carrying long strips of items tied with cloth, they were even more vigilant and wanted to stop and search.

Swish!

Suddenly, their eyes dazzled, as if something had floated past. When they looked again, they had lost their figures.

The soldiers looked at each other, their faces pale, and cold sweat rolled down. They chose to shut up and pretend that nothing had happened and that no one had seen anyone.

The dusk became darker and the streets became deserted, and people went home to have dinner.

The sound of footsteps came, and then two people appeared, one of them was a year old. The old man's hair was all white and fluttering, and he was carrying an ancient wooden box in his hand, about four feet long and square. He didn't know what was inside. When he was young, he looked ordinary and had a long strip of cloth bandages on his back. Judging from the length, it was almost the same as the box he was carrying.

These two mysterious people, young people in front and old people in the back, walked step by step. The steps had a magical rhythm, as if they had been measured with a ruler, surprisingly consistent, not a point or an inch. They all stepped on their right foot together, and then came up with their left heel.

They walked through the street and finally stopped outside a courtyard gate.

This courtyard has no portal signs, making it look dilapidated.
Chapter completed!