Panther Commando

The little monk turned his head, looked at Zou Tao and said in frustration, "I...my master said long ago that people...others, kung fu will never end... it turns out, I... I think my kung fu is not enough. Okay, but...but coming here, seeing...recognizing the kung fu of the senior brothers and sisters, I...just realized that I am...too far away, and they are all worried...to die for me."

A few people around saw the little monk looking depressed. Lingling smiled and patted the boy's bald head and said, "Are you worrying about your ass? Hurry up and hurry up and practice hard, don't look for trouble, you're going to worry about us to death."

"Senior Sister Lingling, I...I didn't...have nothing to look for. I don't have time to look for trouble. During the day I...I practice shooting, and I sneak out to practice at night. I really don't...have time to make trouble." The little monk touched his bald head and defended.

"I said why this kid can't find anyone every day!" Zhang Wa glanced at the wind knife squatting beside him and whispered. Zou Tao also nodded in admiration, followed by grabbing the little monk's arm and encouraging: "No wonder your kid is so proficient with guns, it turned out to be so hard training, good work!"

"Okay... what, I'm far worse than... than senior brother and senior sister, I... I have to chase them." The little monk frowned and muttered when he heard the voices of several people.

He then looked at Xiaoya and the others with glowing eyes and said, "Right, right... Right, I... I have to... go to find grandpa, and let... let him teach me well too."

When Lingling heard the boy's voice, she looked at him and asked in surprise, "Didn't Master Changtian raise you, where did you get your grandfather?"

Feng Dao and several others also looked at this kid. They all knew that this kid was an orphan. It was Master Changtian who took him in and raised him since he was a child. Except for Master Changtian and his two brothers, he had nothing else in this world. relatives.

When the little monk heard Lingling's question, he stared blankly and replied, "You...the grandfather you are talking about, no...isn't it me...my grandfather? , isn't it all... all taught by grandpa? I... I haven't gone to see grandpa yet, he... sees me, and... he will definitely... teach me kung fu."

A few people around heard the little monk's dazed answer, and the circles of their eyes were a little red. The little monk grew up in a temple since he was a child. Apart from his master, Master Changtian and two senior brothers, he has no relatives in this world.

Since he came to the army, he has regarded the big brothers and sisters around him as his relatives, and Wan Lin's grandfather as his own grandfather.

In his pure heart like a blank sheet of paper, the relatives of these big brothers and sisters are his relatives of this little monk!

At this time, Cheng Ru and Feng Dao, who were sitting cross-legged beside him, had already opened their eyes, Wan Lin released their hands, and in the dazed voice of the little monk, he turned his head and dragged the little monk to his side.

He put his arms around the little monk and said emotionally: "Jingheng, you are right, my grandfather is your grandfather! When our action is over, I will definitely take you to see grandpa and let grandpa teach you martial arts well! There will be time in the future. When the time comes, I will first teach you the basic mental method of our Wanjia Nei Gong." He had already heard the dazed question of the little monk, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of heat in his heart.

When the little monk heard Wan Lin said that he was going to take him to see his grandfather, and that he had to teach him Wanjia's internal skills first, he exclaimed in surprise, "Thank you... Xie Wan, that's great! That's right... that's right. , My master said that the internal skills of each school... each school are... top secret, and they are not passed on to the disciples of the foreign school. I... I am still a disciple of Lingyi Temple, you... you really... can really pass it on. its me?"

Wan Lin gave the boy a firm hug and replied, "You are right, the inner strength and spiritual methods of various schools will not be easily passed on to outsiders, so as not to accidentally enter the wrong hands and harm the society. But you are not an outsider, you are Of course, our little brother will teach it to you! By the way, does your master allow you to practice martial arts from other sects?"

When the little monk heard Wan Lin's affirmative answer, he pushed Wan Lin away with all his might and replied, "Allow... yes. I... my master told me when I left... open the Lingyi Temple, let... let me tell you all. Brother and sister learn... learn kung fu, and worship you as... teachers. Your sect is... my sect."

With that said, the kid knelt on his knees under the rock, lying on the ground about to kowtow to Wan Lin. Wan Lin saw the boy's actions, and was so frightened that he quickly pulled the boy up and whispered, "What are you doing?"

"Kow... kowtow!" The boy stammered and replied, he then looked up at Wan Lin and explained, "I... Master said that the inner strength and mind method is... the direct disciples of various schools and sects. You can only learn, if you want to be a teacher, you have to kowtow to your teacher!" He pushed Wan Lin away, and put his hands on the rock to kowtow again.

When Wan Lin heard the boy's explanation, he lifted the boy off the rock~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He glared at his eyes and whispered in horror, "I haven't graduated yet, what apprentices are I taking! Even if I accept an apprentice, I don’t dare to accept you, a kid who causes trouble every day, please forgive me and avoid me!”

He followed the boy by the collar and threw it at the wind knife like he was holding a chicken: "Go, go, find your brother Feng, don't worship me, I still want to live a few more years!"

The people around Zou Tao laughed when they heard Wan Lin's voice, Feng Dao raised his hand and hugged the little monk Wan Lin had thrown over, smiled and whispered to the boy, "Don't look for trouble, leopard head is so busy. , how can I be your master! Thank you Leopard Tou soon, he has already promised to teach the inner strength method."

"Ah?" The little monk looked up at Feng Dao in astonishment: "Brother Feng, no... don't kowtow to your teacher, leopard head... also teach me?"

Lingling heard that the boy was still struggling with the matter of kowtowing to his teacher, she raised her head and knocked on the boy's bald head: "You are stupid, don't thank the leopard head quickly, if you kowtow, he will run away, do you still want to let it go? Did he teach you?"

Hearing Lingling's scolding, the little monk rolled his eyes, quickly pushed away the wind knife beside him, stood up from under the rock, put his hands together, and bowed to Wan Lin to thank him.

The wind knife held the boy's bald head and shouted, "You are courting death, squat down!" The little monk quickly squatted under the rock. ...Thank you, Senior Brother Wan! I...I will definitely study hard, my master said, I...I'm learning something fast! You...you..."

Before the boy could finish speaking, Wan Lin, who was already lying on the rock and raising his gun to aim at the mountains in front of him, turned his head to look at the boy who was about to speak, but he saw the boy pouting his **** and clasping his hands together, he endured it. He couldn't stop laughing and scolding: "Thank you? Hurry up and put on my helmet and get ready for action!"