80s Taoism

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Zhang Wenrong flew far away, and then fell under the plum blossom pile with a puff, his hands reflexively supported the ground, and immediately heard a slight crisp sound. Zhang Wenrong's reputation sounds pretty handsome, but he is tall and big, not worthy of his name at all, and weighs a full 150 catties. Falling from a height of more than one meter is still very inertial. If you don't support it, it's just a pain in your butt at most. Anyway, the buttocks were fleshy and thick, so it wouldn't be a serious injury, but when he pushed it with his hands like this, the bones in his hands broke immediately.

"Ah!" Zhang Wenrong let out a miserable cry.

Zhang Hangao and Zhang Jiagen hurried over and helped Zhang Wenrong up.

"Brother Rong, how are you? Where is the injury?" Zhang Jiagen grabbed Zhang Wenrong's injured left hand.

"Ah! Let go!" Zhang Wenrong screamed again and kicked Zhang Jiagen away.

Zhang Jiagen was very wronged, "I'm sorry, Brother Rong, I didn't know your hand was broken."

Zhang Wenrong wanted to make another kick after hearing the words, but Zhang Jiagen's bastard retreated far away, and Zhang Wenrong couldn't reach it.

"Brother Rong, are you okay? Did you get attacked by a beggar just now?" Zhang Hangao asked in a low voice.

Zhang Wenrong naturally understood that it wasn't Zhang Jiaohua's sneak attack just now, but that he couldn't dodge at all. Zhang Jiaohua didn't seem to use all his strength at all, so he raised it lightly, and he took off. The two are not on the same level at all.

"The three of us fight together, and we can't beat him." Zhang Wenrong said with a wry smile.

"How is it possible? He is only a little old? How could he have such great strength?" Although he had witnessed everything just now, Zhang Hangao still couldn't believe it.

"It's all like this, what else is there to say?" Zhang Wenrong admitted.

"Brother Rong, I'll take you to Xie Datian to get the bone." Zhang Hangao was about to carry Zhang Wenrong on his back.

"Put it down!" Zhang Jiaohua said.

"What are you doing? We surrendered, do you still want to abolish Brother Rong's hand?" Zhang Hangao was more loyal.

Zhang Jiagen managed to pluck up the courage to come over, "Beggar, don't force people too much!"

"I mean, can Xie Datian's bone grafting be stronger than Master Mei Shanshui?" Zhang Jiaohua didn't want to hurt Zhang Wenrong, who knew that this guy could not stop him in one round with such a ruthless fight.

Zhang Hangao was taken aback for a moment, then remembered that Zhang Jiaohua himself was a master of Mei Shanshui, and immediately let him go.

Zhang Jiaohua walked over and touched Zhang Wenrong's severed hand. The situation was not serious, "It hurts like this at this point, and I want to break into the rivers and lakes."

"Who says I'm in pain, I don't have any pain at all." Zhang Wenrong naturally insisted.

"It really doesn't hurt." Zhang Jiaohua deliberately squeezed the painful spot.

"Hiss!" Zhang Wenrong grinned in pain, but still replied, "It doesn't hurt, come again if you have the ability!"

"Then do it again." Zhang Jiaohua suddenly grabbed Zhang Wenrong's hand and pulled hard, taking advantage of the momentum to restore Zhang Wenrong's broken bone to its original state.

"Ah!" Zhang Wenrong cried out in pain, "I don't feel pain!"

"Whether you hurt or not is none of my business. Jiagen, go get a bowl of water!" Zhang Jiaohua yelled. Zhang Jiagen hurried to scoop up a bowl of water with a tile bowl and brought it over.

Zhang Jiaohua took the water, and kept drawing circles in the bowl with his finger law-enforcing seals, while chanting the incantation of knife-bonding pain-relieving water: I invite Immortal Jinduan, Immortal Yinduan, Immortal Tongduan, Immortal Tieduan, Immortal Piduan, skin to skin and bone to bone. The disciple stops the pain in the bone, stops the pain in the tendon, stops the pain in the flesh, stops the pain in the skin, if the pain persists, the patriarch will personally pass the order. I honor Hua Tuo, the Empress, as urgently as a law.

"Does it still hurt?" Zhang Jiaohua asked.

"Huh?" Zhang Wenrong has not recovered yet.

"Are you still in pain?" Zhang Jiaohua asked again.

At first, Zhang Wenrong thought that Zhang Jiaohua was torturing him on purpose, but only then did he realize that Zhang Jiaohua was setting bones for him. Now water him again. When the water was poured on the hand, the pain in the severed area was reduced by one point. Zhang Jiaohua watered it several times, and the pain has gone away. Zhang Wenrong held the broken part with his right hand and rubbed gently, but he didn't feel any pain.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. It doesn't seem to hurt anymore." Zhang Wenrong was really a little horrified. Although I have long heard that the navy is very good at slashing bones and relieving pain. But it is the first time to experience it personally.

"Brother Rong, is the pain really gone?" Zhang Hangao asked quickly.

Zhang Wenrong nodded.

Zhang Jiagen walked over curiously and squeezed it hard.

"Hiss!" Zhang Wenrong frowned, and cursed fiercely, "If you squeeze like this, it will still hurt even if you don't get hurt. I'm not a vegetable!"

"You guys will clean up the pigsty later, and sleep here at night. Practice Kungfu with me tomorrow morning. I just said that you three-legged cat's Kungfu is shameful when you go out, but you still don't believe it. Do you believe it now?" Zhang Jiaohua said disdainfully.

"Biaohua, do you really want to teach us Kung Fu?" Zhang Jiagen felt that there was a conspiracy.

"You have a good idea. You can't learn the skills of Master Mei Shanshui. To learn Mei Shanshui method, it depends on your aptitude. Your aptitude is too bad." Zhang Jiaohua shook his head.

Zhang Wenrong and others are so angry that they don't teach, why don't they teach? Why are they talking about qualifications?

"However, if you perform well, it is not impossible to teach you a little fur. At least it is better than your three-legged cat." Zhang Jiaohua said lightly.

Zhang Wenrong was stimulated again, don't always use three-legged cats to describe kung fu, okay? Can you change the adjective?

Zhang Jiaohua woke up at 5 o'clock in the morning, slightly earlier than the first crowing rooster in the village. When the lights in Zhang Ming's garden were turned on, the biggest red rooster in the village jumped onto the firewood stack at home, stretched its neck, opened its throat and started singing.

As soon as the light in the warehouse was turned on, the three of Zhang Wenrong kept getting under the quilt instead.

"You guys are like birds, and you're still going to be greedy for the night." Zhang Jiaohua picked up a bamboo branch from nowhere, and all the leaves on it fell off, leaving only countless tiny branches.

Zhang Jiaohua lifted the cup and beat it with a bamboo stick.

"Ah..." "Ah..." "Ah..."

Zhang Wenrong and others shouted in unison like a trio of male voices.

"Howl! Get up quickly, or I'll just close the door and let the dogs go!" Zhang Jiaohua threatened.

"Woof..." The Diamond Mountain Leopard barked a few times outside the door cooperatively.

Zhang Wenrong completely disappeared, and hurriedly put on his clothes.

"Hurry up. I'll wait for you at the plum blossom pile!"

When Zhang Wenrong and the others got dressed and rushed to the Plum Blossom Pile, Zhang Jiaohua was already standing on it.

"You can do whatever I do. As long as you do it well, it will definitely be much better than the triangular cat you learned." Zhang Jiaohua didn't have the patience of the old Taoist master to explain the technical points of stance. He was just idle, just teaching them a few lessons.