Daqin: Who does this throne give to me?

Chapter 35 Posing as the Grandson of Wuyazi

After Zhao Wen approached, a trace of Wu Yazi's internal energy wandered through Zhao Wen's body very naturally.

I haven't practiced any traces of internal strength, but I have all the meridians. What's more, I have strong muscles and bones, which is rare in the world. Combined with Zhao Wen's temperament and demeanor, in Wu Yazi's view, I am simply born Disciple of Xiaoyao Sect.

It's just that there is an unbelievably pure Taoist internal force entrenched in the dantian.

"This is what my father passed on to me before he died!"

Wu Yazi couldn't help but bring into his mind a literati who only practiced internal strength but didn't practice moves much or even had the slightest combat experience. Before he died, he passed all his internal strength to his son.

With a slight flick of internal force along the muscles, he sat on the silk thread in mid-air again, and turned his head to look at Su Xinghe. Although he didn't speak, Su Xinghe immediately knew that what he was going to say next was no longer suitable for him to listen to. .

"Good boy, can you tell me what kind of martial arts your mother is practicing?" Although it is confirmed that the person in front of him is definitely his poor grandson, Wu Yazi still wants to confirm it one last time.

Zhao Wen was overjoyed, this was also his biggest confidence in daring to pretend, but he replied with doubts: "It's a small non-phase skill, do you have any relationship with my family?"

Wu Yazi nodded lightly, he had completely confirmed Zhao Wen's identity, most people would not even know the names of the three major magic arts of the Xiaoyao Sect, but he still said very gently: "I am your grandma's senior brother! "

He now has no face to admit that he is the grandfather of the boy in front of him anyway, but he is Li Qiushui's senior brother, so it is not a lie, but he still asks curiously: "Little Wuxiang Gong is the top internal skill in the world." Heart method, why don't you practice?"

Seeing the vigilance in Zhao Wen's eyes, Wu Yazi opened his mouth and recited the contents of a little Wuxiang Gong.

Zhao Wen knew in his heart that this was his final test, and he immediately recited a section of Wuxiang Kung Fu, so he said with regret: "When my mother taught me, I just memorized it like other martial arts. I thought I would never use a knife or a gun in my life, but I didn't expect such a tragedy to happen!"

The Little Wuxiang Kung Fu is one of the three great magic skills of our sect, only his junior sister can pass it on, and later he passed it on to his daughter. I also learned something from my junior sister, and outsiders will never know it. Now Zhao Wen recites the little Wuxiang Kungfu very naturally. Wu Yazi no longer has any doubts about Zhao Wen's identity in terms of Xianggong.

Just thinking of his daughter and grandson being so bullied by the Dali Duan family, Wu Yazi suddenly felt guilty, looked at Zhao Wen, and couldn't help but put it on his poor daughter: "You put this on first! "

A ring shining with luster of different colors flew out from Wu Yazi's finger, put it on Zhao Wen's finger, and blew it out in one breath. Amidst the sound of "rustling" on the wall facing Wu Yazi, densely packed rings appeared. small print.

As the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, he couldn't let the Xiaoyao Sect die in his own hands, but Su Xinghe's aptitude was too poor, so Wu Yazi engraved the master's skill of the Xiaoyao Sect, the Beiming Divine Art, on the mountain wall in front of him, just because he was worried If you have an accident, this technique can still be passed on.

Unexpectedly, while lingering in this cave, he waited for his own grandson, and no matter his temperament or aptitude, he was very suitable for the rules of the Xiaoyao School.

Looking at the wall in front of him, Wu Yazi naturally showed pride on his face, and sighed in a low voice: "This is the world's top inner strength method, after you practice it, you will definitely be able to become the world's top The strong man will be able to protect your mother by then!"

Zhao Wen looked at the wall, while Wu Yazi started to explain. After one lecture, a pair of cold hands pressed Zhao Wen's abdomen, and the pure Yang internal force that had been entrenched in the dantian disappeared instantly.

A very gentle internal force entered Zhao Wen's body, and within a short while, it guided Zhao Wen's consciousness to circulate in the body in a very strange order.

Immediately after that, the second cycle started. Zhao Wen could obviously feel that a large amount of internal force flowed from Wu Yazi's body to his own body. After a while, Zhao Wen's meridians began to feel swelling pain. At that time, it slowly stopped.

Opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was Wu Yazi falling slowly, without the support of internal strength, the current Wu Yazi had completely lost the fairy-like aura he saw when he first came in, Anyone who saw the wrinkled face and dead eyes could understand that Wu Yazi had reached the end of his life.

Zhao Wen originally thought that even if Wu Yazi wanted to pass on his Beiming Divine Art, he would start after teaching him other exercises of the Xiaoyao Sect.

But he didn't expect that the other party would be so fragile, and after the first meeting he told himself about it, and then he got over his internal strength.

"Old mister, old mister!" Zhao Wen yelled anxiously.

"Take your mother to hide first, and wait for you to refine all the internal power I passed on to you. The mere Dali Duan family is definitely not your opponent!" Wu Yazi's voice was bitter, and he could no longer teach For any moves, the most suitable person to teach this grandson on his behalf is the senior sister Tianshan Child Elder.

But when he thought of Tianshan Child Elder's reaction after knowing the identity of the young man in front of him, he immediately dismissed the idea.

Even though he had passed all the internal energy of his body to the grandson in front of him, he didn't tell the young man in front of him that he was his grandfather.

Wu Yazi can't help laughing crazily when he thinks about the tragic experience of his innocent and lovely daughter in his life, and the head of the originally powerful Xiaoyao faction who can only hide in this cave.

After laughing a few times, he took a quick breath and dropped his head heavily.

"Old mister, old mister!" After calling several times, Zhao Wen hurriedly ran out of the cave, and urgently said to Su Xinghe who was standing in the courtyard with a lonely face: "Mr. Su Xinghe, come in and have a look, old mister." No more!"

Glancing at the ring on Zhao Wen's finger, Su Xinghe, who seemed to have aged several years after a while, first saluted Zhao Wen respectfully, then tidied up his clothes, and then slowly walked towards the cave. go.

For these years, in order to avoid Ding Chunqiu, he hid in this cave with his master, saying that he is alive, but in fact he is no different from death.

If it weren't for my poor aptitude to pass on the cultivation techniques of this sect, I am afraid that the master would have long since given up on living.

Now that I have heard what happened to my daughter and met my grandson, it is also a relief for Master to be able to pass on the skills of our sect!
(End of this chapter)