Panther Commando

The little monk sat cross-legged on the ground, and regardless of the gazes around him, he exercised his gong calmly. After a while, this kid had used his own zhenqi to run for a week with the cold qi in his body, and the boy opened his eyes with joy.

He raised his head and smiled at the teacher who was standing in front of him. He lightly pressed his hands on the ground, and his body, which was sitting cross-legged on the ground, rose up. He was about to kowtow when he knelt on the ground, and stammered in his mouth, "Thank you. ... Xie Shitai, the cool air you gave me is really... really comfortable, you... you can teach me too, I... I will worship you as... as a teacher."

Master Tian Jue laughed when he heard the boy's voice: "Amitabha Buddha. How can you be a teacher casually, what about your Master Changtian of Lingyi Temple? Are you still not a disciple of Lingyi Temple?"

The little monk was stunned when he heard the teacher's question. He looked up at the thin and thin teacher, and replied with some confusion: "Return to the teacher's wife, only... as long as someone who is higher than me in martial arts, And I wish... I am willing to teach Jingheng, it is all... me... my master. Of course, Chang... Tian master is still my master, I... I am a disciple of Lingyi Temple... son, this... this No... can't change."

A few people around saw the expression on this kid's face, and everyone understood that this kid didn't know the difference between martial arts, let alone the red tape in martial arts.

He only knew that the person who could teach him martial arts should be called Master. But no matter who taught him kung fu, he will always be a disciple of Lingyi Temple, and Master Changtian is the eternal master in his heart.

Master Tian Jue looked at this kid and laughed too much. She already knew that although this kid is addicted to martial arts, he is not someone who forgets his righteousness.

Teacher Tai bent over and pulled the boy from the ground, raised his hand and gently touched the boy's bare head and said, "Amitabha. You are right, anyone who can teach you martial arts is a master, but you are a disciple of Lingyi Temple. Identity doesn't change."

She followed and pointed to the old Wan family standing behind and said: "Jingheng, this poor nun is not qualified to teach you martial arts. If you want to learn martial arts, go to your grandfather, he belongs to the Wan family. The head of the sect is also in charge of the Xuanxu Guan affairs, and the patron of Wan Lao is the one you are looking for."

When the little monk heard the teacher's words, he looked at the teacher's hands together, bowed deeply and said, "Thank you...Thank you for the teacher's guidance, then...then I will worship my grandfather as...as a teacher, Then... come back to worship you as a teacher, you... your cold work is too... too powerful."

As the boy said, he straightened up and took a step in front of the old man of the Wan family. He bent his knees and was about to kneel again. He exclaimed excitedly, "Grandpa, Lord... Lord..."

The old man of the Wan family smiled and grabbed the boy's arm and said, "Stinky boy, I can't be your master. When did the old man become your grandfather?"

The little monk was stunned when he heard the reply of the old Wanjia! He looked up at the tall old man with a flushed face, and a tear suddenly flashed in his bright eyes.

He stared blankly at the old man and murmured in a low voice: "Wan... Master Wan's grandfather is... my grandfather, you... why are you... not my grandfather? You... you are old Can... can teach Wan Shige martial arts, do... why not... don't teach me martial arts? I... I am also you... your grandson."

Standing behind the old man, Wan Lin and the others hurried over when they saw the young monk's aggrieved and sad look. Xiaoya said to her grandfather in a low voice: "Grandpa, Jingheng grew up in Lingyi Temple since he was a child, and he seldom had contact with outsiders. His only relatives were Senior Changtian and two senior brothers. After he came to the army, he has already taken all of us. As his relatives, he said that our relatives are his relatives, and you are his grandfather, so he kept talking about coming to see you."

When the old man of Wanjia heard Xiaoya's explanation, his gray eyebrows trembled a few times. He followed and glanced at Lingyu who was standing beside him with his head lowered, and suddenly understood what Xiaoya meant in his heart.

Lingyu also grew up with the two teachers since childhood. The environment of this child's growth is almost the same as that of this little monk. They all grew up in the wild mountains and forests, and they rarely have contact with outsiders. Their hearts are extremely pure.

The old man knew that since Wan Lin and the others rescued Lingyu, this little girl has regarded Wan Lin and the others as her own elder brother and elder sister, as well as her own, Wan Lin's grandfather, as her own grandfather. .

The old man suddenly understood the reason for the sadness of the little monk, he quickly dragged the little monk gently in front of him, looked down at the boy's tearful eyes, and said kindly: "Child, you are right, I am you. My grandfather, I didn't deny your grandson."

The old man stared at the clear eyes of the little monk~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and continued with some emotion: "Jingheng, I have heard your brother and sister talk about your situation, and I can see from your eyes. , you learned a good martial arts from your master Changtian, and you have a solid foundation for internal skills. But you don't know yet, the martial arts of each martial arts school have their own characteristics, and not everyone can be your master. , your master is only Master Changtian."

He then explained: "This is especially true of our internal power sect. Whether it is the internal power of our Wan clan and Xuanxu Guan, they are all different from the internal power of your Lingyi Temple. There is a big difference, and our Wanjia internal power is not you. You can learn if you want to.”

When Wan Lin heard this, he already understood what his grandfather meant. He is now a rare master of internal skills in the world, and he has two internal skills of Wan's family and Xuanxu Guan.

But he has a much deeper inner strength than the little monk, but when the Taoist priest taught him Xuanxu Guanyin cold inner strength, he almost went into trouble. At that time, if it wasn't for his own deep internal strength and the protection of Xuanxuguan's treasure of tranquility, I'm afraid he would have gone into trouble and lost his skills.

Therefore, without the guidance of a master with extremely strong internal skills, the disciples of the internal power sect cannot easily practice the internal skills of its sect, otherwise it is extremely dangerous.

Wan Lin followed and stepped forward, looking at the somewhat dazed little monk and explained: "Jingheng, Grandpa is right, now you already have the foundation of the internal skills of the Lingyi Temple, once you easily practice the internal skills of other sects, two internal strengths It is very likely that there will be a conflict in the body, causing a very dangerous situation, you understand?"

After the little monk listened to his grandfather's words and Wan Lin's explanation, he nodded and replied, "Master Wan, I... I seem to... understand a little bit, grandpa is... for my own good, and I am afraid that I... practice exercises. Dangerous...dangerous, go insane."