Uba took us inside. I saw a big man in white lying on a soft chair in the room, and five or six young girls were rubbing his legs and pinching his shoulders - eyes closed with enjoyment.
"You've come back. In the past few days, Cuiwei Town has been evil." Uba said anxiously: "What's wrong? But something happened to the prisoner?"
"What can happen to the prisoners? I'm watching. There are just a few evil incidents. First, the two tigers we raised were taught to steal. Then the county official and the officer, Zhou Papi, fell ill for no reason and hurt us. The place to stay is gone. Yesterday, I went to the theater with great difficulty to have a pair of information with our eyeliners. Who knows that he has been crying like crazy, saying that the witch is here? What kind of dog is he with?"
Aunt Xiaoshi smiled and said, "Wolf dog, right
The big man suddenly opened his eyes and turned around, only to hear me speak indifferently. "Thank you, Uba."
Uba closed his eyes and froze again.
Under the surprised eyes of the big man, my little aunt and I sneered. I rub my hands.
"What do you want to do with the witch and her wolf dog, you might as well do it now. In case you don't even know the account tomorrow."
Chapter 45: Martial Affairs in Southern Xinjiang (1)
Asu turned his head and saw Uba who fainted at first, he was angry, and when he saw the flower of Hess in my pocket, he was shocked, and when he saw Xiaoshiyi, he was suddenly overjoyed.
"You...is the witch Mingsu asked?"
"So what?"
One by one, the fat man said that the witch must carry a cauldron by her side to help her double cultivation and casting, and this man should be her magic cauldron. No wonder it's called Little Wolf Dog... The most important thing is the cauldron for people who have a good relationship with each other. Lao Tzu grabbed your magic cauldron, and you can do whatever you want.
Although he didn't say a word, that disgusting expression that stuck out his tongue and licked his face full of saliva said so.
The flower of Hess saw him, as if her body was cold and unable to move.
"Ghost claw Aso..."
When Asu's eyes fell on her, as if she heard the beast gasping in her ears, Duohua couldn't help shivering. "It's you, little girl. I wondered who could see through our plan so well. It turned out to be a rescuer brought in by you little bug. Do you think this will save your clan? You just asked them to come and die. , hey hey hey.
Duohua's Y head quietly pulled my sleeve, and whispered, "Go quickly...you guys...
But I had to go and play, Aso's eyes fell on me, I said first.
"You talk too much."
"Stop talking nonsense, you will suffer later. Hehehe...
Asu subconsciously regarded Aunt Xiaoshi as his main opponent, and showed her a lewd smile.
… hey girl, you two…
With a crisp 'pop', Aso's body flew out, knocking down a shelf directly, and there was a thudding sound on the ground. It was silly to look at the little girls who were still massaging him, but now their hands are empty, and they are directly holding their hands together. I also looked foolish at the flower of Hess beside me. Only the little aunt smiled sweetly at me.
"No one knows me anyway, and there's no point in hiding my strength."
I rubbed my hands slowly. Glancing at him, his face was full of blood, and he was terrified of this guy.
"Tsk, you're really thick-skinned, you didn't kill him.
But the guards outside did not move. Looking at the frightened little girls in the room, there were already tears on their faces. It was estimated that they had already ordered them not to come in no matter what happened.
… you wanna die! ! drink!
Asu turned over and stood up, but he didn't feel dizzy or dizzy, except for a little trembling in his calf.
Do you know who Lao Tzu is? Dare to do it? I want you to die! "
His hands changed, one hand became claws, the other clenched a fist, took a step and stomped on the ground, and smashed two square bricks with one foot.
It turned out to be the posture of tiger claw and elephant fist.
The person's last name is 'A'. The surname 'A' is an ancient surname of the royal family in southern Xinjiang, and it has been handed down to this day as a very noble surname. It can be seen that there is no falsehood that he is a master of the royal family.
And what he used is also the way of the southern border martial arts.
My way of martial arts in the Central Plains is a broad and profound one. There has always been a saying that the north is wide and the south is deep.
The Northern School of martial arts is as numerous as the stars, the martial arts are extremely prosperous, and there are many new schools and young masters. Weird ideas and novel ideas in martial arts, in six or seven cases, all come from the north.
The Southern School of Wushu is the most important inheritance, and emphasizes the word 'profound'. Most of the sects that have been around for a thousand years are southern i] sects, and the white king seven crowns is a typical representative in this regard.
Nanjiang martial arts and southern martial arts each have a character for the south. But both the content and the theoretical starting point of martial arts are completely different. The land of Xia Cang Anxi. There is still the original style. Fighting and sparring are the same thing for them.
Therefore, their martial arts focus on actual combat and experience. The people who can make a name for themselves in the southern border are all experienced masters.
When it comes to the matter of the King of Baimu Kingdom looking for a killer, I am surprised that he did not look for Killing Alliance, a personal strength introduction, and a 20% discount to find Qiushui Jianmen. But I'm not at all surprised that he didn't come from the southern border, but outsourced it to the Central Plains. In the Southern Territory, there are almost no killers. The belligerence of the Xiacang people is as evident as their uprightness. If there is a fight, it will be fought on the spot, and there is no need to assassinate to assassinate.
Asu's posture was ten percent, and his body exuded a strong aura, although he was silent, he roared like a beast.
The starting point of the martial arts theory in southern Xinjiang, just like their pure belief, comes from awe and imitation of nature.
What Southern Border warriors pursue is to run faster like a cheetah, jump higher like an ape, and as powerful as a giant elephant. The desire for speed and strength is not fundamentally different from the purpose of the Central Plains martial artist, but the way to achieve it is quite different.
The Neijia martial arts theory that is popular in the Central Plains and even the northern Xinjiang has never stood firm in the southern Xinjiang. Xiacang people don't understand what internal strength is, what is internal strength. However, from the tempering in the natural environment and the constant combat challenges, he learned a set of martial arts theories that are different from those in the Central Plains.
They have honed their outstanding fighting skills, which we call 'external power', from a large number of battles, and from the external power they have honed a strength similar to our internal power.
This kind of power enables them to have stronger internal organs, skin, and limbs, and from the outside in, they have achieved a power that many masters of the inner family could not understand at all.
When I was a child, I once saw a master who was the most famous in the southern border, and I asked him a few tricks. At the time, I was no match at all. Later, when I thought about it, I realized that he had already reached the realm of supernatural powers among warriors. However, his fighting method is quite different from that of the people in the Central Plains.
For example, the punch from Aso now imitates the giant elephant. Not only is the physical exercise perfected, but the imagery is also completed, and the momentum becomes vigorous, which is quite similar to the internal power of the Central Plains!
I also held out my fist. "Ow!?"
He screamed and gave me another paw on my left. Look carefully, this claw is famous, it is simulated from the tiger claw, so the claw will bring the sound of tiger roaring.
"Ow!? How dare you break my hand!!"
Look at his leg again, imitating...
But because his hands were scrapped, this leg was too slow. I stepped out first—Asu was kicked back to the row of shelves by me, crushing the shelves into powder. I also kicked his leg off.
No, can you be serious? !
I'm giving a lecture, and you're making a fool of yourself, causing me to not finish a single act.
"Damn old monster! How dare you talk about it, Lao Tzu's feet!
Asuwan's is like a dried old shrimp, curled up in a ball and screaming. "What kind of monster are you
I was silent and smiled. "Do you know Wu Sheng?"
Aso shouted loudly.