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Taoist Mingsong felt very strange. He didn't know why Tang Jialin asked him this. He thought about it carefully, "Mr. Tang, I haven't left a ten-mile radius in recent years. How could I know a Hong Kong person named Lin Xiaotian?" Taoist Mingsong gave a very affirmative answer. After hearing this, Tang Jialin sighed in his heart, knowing that he had been wrongly thinking. The master Lin Xiaotian met was not Taoist Mingsong.

"Mr. Tang, why did you suddenly ask me if I recognize this person named Lin Xiaotian? Is there anything special about this person?" Master Mingsong asked curiously, wanting to know why Tang Jialin asked himself this because of.

"Master Mingsong is not a big deal. Lin Xiaotian is my grandson. He just recognized each other not long ago. It was the blood left by my lost daughter. I was able to recognize each other some time ago. After I went to the cemetery to worship my daughter, I stayed there for one night. In the morning, I saw him punching, and the meaning was very similar to that of Taoist Master. I felt strange at that time. I couldn't remember where I saw him. Today, after seeing Taoist Master, I can be sure that the boxing techniques of the two of you are very similar, so I took the initiative to ask." Tang Jialin told everything that he had not concealed. He had been with Taoist Master Mingsong for many years, and there was nothing to hide in this kind of thing, so I told it directly.

Tang Jialin thought this was not a big deal, but an indifferent thing, but Taoist Mingsong's eyebrows frowned, and a deep thought appeared on his face. After a while, "Mr. Tang, are you sure you are not wrong. Is his boxing intention very similar to the set of boxing I just hit?" Taoist Mingsong asked again, hoping to get a positive answer.

"Yes, I read it right. Not only did I see it alone, but Lao Qi also saw it. Lao Qi, tell me, is the smell of Xiaotian's boxing similar to that of Taoist priest?" Tang Jialin not only affirmed himself, but also pulled Tang Qi out to testify to prove that what he said was true.

Tang Qi, who was beside him, said, "Master Mingsong, my master said it well. The boxing skills that Master Sun practices are very similar to yours. Although his posture is not so the same, the taste is definitely the same. I was next to him at that time, so I remember it very clearly. At that time, Master Sun also said that after he asked someone, he would give me a set of boxing techniques to let me take care of myself." Tang Qi did not talk nonsense and told him what happened that day.

Master Mingsong was not calm now and stood up and walked back and forth a few times. "Mr. Tang, I don't know if you can ask your grandson. Old Taoist, I have something to ask for. Maybe you don't know. There is no such boxing technique in the entire southern part of the country. This boxing technique is a secret master of the master, and the disciples of Feizhi are not allowed to teach it. Therefore, those who know this boxing technique are the junior brother who has been missing for many years. I hope you can accomplish it." Master Mingsong was a little excited when he said these words, which made Tang Jialin unable to sit still.

"I am not able to be such a great gift from Taoist priest. I will follow him after I go back today and ask him to come as soon as possible. Taoist priest is worried that as long as he is in Hong Kong, he will definitely come quickly." Tang Jialin looked at the excited Taoist priest Mingsong and said hurriedly to comfort Taoist priest Mingsong.

Tang Qi, who was standing aside, also comforted him. Soon Taoist Master Mingsong recovered, "I made you laugh, it was the old Taoist I lost my composure." When Taoist Master Mingsong said this, he had already returned to his previous appearance, calm and gentle.

At this time, Taoist Master Yueping walked in, "Master, Mr. Tang, Mr. Song is here." He came to report that Mr. Song was also a powerful person who renovated the Sanqing Temple this time. He donated no matter what, Taoist Master Song needs to go and greet him.

Taoist Master Mingsong stood up, "Mr. Tang, please rest here, I'll go to greet him." Tang Jialin nodded after hearing this, and Taoist Master Mingsong went out. Seeing that there was no one inside, Tang Jialin began to discuss with Tang Qi.

"Lao Qi, do you think Xiaotian really has something to do with Taoist Mingsong's junior brother?" Tang Jialin also had this doubt in his heart, but at this moment he could only ask Tang Qi.

"Master, I guess they must have it. You also know that Master Mingsong's ability has not been passed down. In his words, this kung fu cannot be passed on without the consent of the master. Master Sun's boxing skills are too similar to his. I was not sure just now. Now I am sure that it is exactly the same set of boxing techniques. However, Master Mingsong changed his boxing skills because he lacked an arm, but that meaning cannot be changed, exactly the same as Master Sun's. I think after we go back today, I will say that it is good to call to ask." Tang Qi took off all his words in his heart. He said that this means he thought so.

"Okay, we will call and ask after we go back today. If it is true, it will be considered to be a favor for the Taoist priest. Even if it is not, it doesn't matter." Tang Jialin nodded and said slowly.

At this time, people came one after another. Taoist Mingsong had a good relationship. In addition, he knew medical skills and had a good reputation nearby. Today, there were many people at the Sanqing Temple ceremony, and everyone in the temple began to get busy.

Lin Xiaotian still doesn't know what happened in Taiwan. He now goes to Mr. Zhang to study every day when he gets up early, but he beats Lin Xiaotian on the first day. After going back in the evening, he lay on the **, and Jian takes a bottle of beating wine to apply to Lin Xiaotian. In the words of Mr. Zhang, he wants to learn how to play first. Only by learning how to get beaten can he learn how to play.

Although Old Zhang is old and there are thick cushions on the ground, he is not rude at all. Lin Xiaotian's black purple and blue body is the best evidence. Jian endured the pungent smell of beating wine and was applying it to Lin Xiaotian. Lin Xiaotian made "silks" sounds from time to time, which should be painful.

After Jian finished smearing, he found that Lin Xiaotian was already asleep on his tummy. He smiled bitterly and shook his head, pulled the quilt over and covered it with Lin Xiaotian, then went to the bathroom to wash his hands and left, and went back to rest. He was also very tired after applying smearing wine to Lin Xiaotian just now.

Early in the morning, Lin Xiaotian got up early, washed up and got into the car to Mr. Zhang's place, but today he was stunned. Mr. Zhang had a big wooden barrel in him, "Take off his clothes and jumped in and soaked for an hour," Mr. Zhang said.

Lin Xiaotian jumped in quickly, and Old Zhang said on the side, breathing according to the method I said, "Inhale, inhale slowly, exhale slowly, inhale quickly, exhale quickly, exhale quickly, remember the rhythm." Let Lin Xiaotian breathe continuously, and Lin Xiaotian exhale while secretly remembering.
Chapter completed!