Chapter 182

Fang Qi is not only confident that he can fight, but also curious. What does the black shadow man want to do? Slide down the handrail and follow it quietly. Through the long house is the backyard where Master Cuiyu basks in the sun.

The shadow stood under the tree as if waiting for him.

For a moment, Fang Qi didn't dare to determine the identity of this person. He stood in place and asked, "are you an old man?"

The man didn't answer, but went into grandpa's house. Fang qinahan, what is this man doing pretending to be a ghost? He followed him into grandpa's house. When he entered the house, someone whispered, "close the door and talk!" The voice is strange, but it's not grandpa's voice.

Fang Qi closed the door and lit the light inside. He saw a strong man in his fifties standing in such a large room, dressed in black and coarse cloth, quite like the costumes of Miao people, but he was very strange, and his face was vaguely like master Cuiyu.

Mr. Wu sat on the bamboo chair with no expression on his face, but he was straight and exuded a frightening evil spirit.

"Come, please?" Ah Ye's speech is like the echo of a jar. The hum moves the walls, and the dust has rustled down.

Fang Qi's muscles tightened. Since his debut, he has worked with countless hooligans and ruffians. The only one who has dealt with and made him afraid is Wang Hongqi. The old dirty ghost looks like a dying old coffin, but he doesn't know what Wang Hongqi will do. He only knew that if Wang Hongqi did it, he would never come to a good end.

But in front of him, the Wu old man really blinded his titanium alloy dog eyes. Originally, he was just an old man who knew some medical skills, but he didn't want to talk. He was so rigid and angry. Although he can fight, he is far from the real practitioner.

At present, it's really an eye opener. Not only the man in black is an expert, but even the old man is unfathomable. I felt his pulse, but I couldn't feel it at all.

The strong man bent down and said, "Daddy, here we are." He motioned to Fang Qi who stayed at the door.

Fang Qi didn't know what the old man wanted to do, so he took two steps forward: "old man, what's the matter with me?"

"Well, just come, Wu Ju. You fight him. I want to see."

Fang Qi just wanted to say that he didn't know kung fu. Leng Buding Wu raised his fist and hit him. Fang Qi could have dodged, but he was called here in the middle of the night. It's mysterious. What's wrong to say during the day? He has to be a ghost! How did the old man know I would fight? The competitive heart wrinks its fist and does not avoid it.

"Bang" the strong man stepped back. Fang Qi almost fell down and his arm was numb. At this time, he knew that the strong man's Kung Fu was extraordinary.

The strong man followed him further and took a small straddle, which was a step forward and backward freely.

Fang Qi shook his hands and concentrated on the second battle. This time, the strong man bounced his legs and kicked three feet, forcing Fang Qi to retreat. But after Fang Qi let these three feet, Shu Er arched his knee and slammed Wu Ju. Wu Ju turned his leg and gently and skillfully knocked open his knee, followed by a fist.

Fang Qi's feet were unstable. In a panic, he pushed his hands forward. When his palms touched his fist, he could no longer hold his feet. He fell out and turned over a somersault with the force of the collision. His right leg slipped for two or three meters to stabilize his shape.

Wu Ju wanted to attack. The old man shouted, "all right, stop." Wu raised his fist and stood by the old man respectfully.

Fang Qi threw his hands in pain and his heart beat like a drum. He knew he was not someone else's opponent. If he continued to fight, he would only be beaten.

"Deflate, come here, I have something to tell you!" The old man has a dignified voice.

Fang Qi walked up to the old man, "old man, you say."

"Those people were beaten away by Wu Ju. You don't want to hear who they are. Since you want to inherit my golden needle method, this martial arts will also be taught to you, so as not to cause trouble for you. "

Fang Qi is very curious. Learning acupuncture can also cause trouble. This is also a strange story. Listen to what the old man says.

"The Wu family's acupuncture and moxibustion martial arts is only passed on to the eldest son Wu Ju, and the granddaughter Cui Yu can also order it. You are a person with a different surname. You shouldn't have passed it on to you, but I decided to teach you these unique skills that have been passed on for thousands of years because of your pure nature."

Fang Qi bowed and said, "thank you, sir!"

Mr. Wu didn't think so. "I'm afraid you're still wondering why you came to you at night. When you learn the golden needle technique, you'll naturally know. Although the Miao family's medicine is inherited in the same vein as traditional Chinese medicine, it has been separated very early. Each has its own length. If you can blend with each other, you'll know the beauty."

Fang Qi thought that the old man was also wordy. He probably taught him Kung Fu in the middle of the night and medical skills during the day. Just say it straight. I don't think it's necessary to say so much. Only if you can learn more skills, you won't be beaten even if you meet a real enemy in the future.

The old man probably didn't want to say anything more. He said to Wu Ju, "teach him the first floor of the third floor first."

Fang Qi just doesn't understand. What's the third floor? What is the first floor? Can't this martial arts be divided into several layers like a thousand layer cake?

He saw that the old man had got up and went into the room. Wu Ju asked Fang Qi to stand on two bamboo tubes. The two bamboo tubes separated slowly from each other. The bamboo tube turned out to be a movable one. When his legs were completely separated and sat on the board in the middle, he felt that the whole portrait was going to be torn in half.

"Stand up!" Wu raised his hand and pulled him, and the two bamboo tubes retracted slowly.

Now Fang Qi finally understands why Wu Ju's three feet are so fast. There's absolutely no problem for this man to practice a word horse. He doesn't want to have an electric hip dance anymore? Ha ha, what a magical picture it is.

Cuiyu will, too. If that chick comes for a while, it will definitely make people spray nosebleed.

Normally, Fang Qi's bones shouldn't be so soft, but just now he turned back with Wu Ju's opponent, so the old man asked him to practice the first layer to improve his speed. Wu Ju took Fang Qi's shoulder and made more than a dozen. Fang Qi was tired and panting like cattle and sweating like rain. He often fought with people, which doesn't mean he can split big.

"Have a rest. Let me show you." Taking Fang Qi aside, Wu Ju stood on the bamboo tube and did more than 100 at a time. He didn't grow in breath and didn't look better. "You have to practice at least 100 times a day, and I'll teach you the second move."

When I came to the middle column, I hooked the column with my left foot and stepped on it with my right foot. The whole person climbed up horizontally, and the speed was quite fast.

Fang Qi looks silly. What kind of Kung Fu is this? Steel tube dance? That's awesome.

Wu Ju, like walking, came down from the post and said, "go up."

Fang Qi first lay on the ground, pouted his ass, stretched out his legs, hooked and stepped on it. First, he stabilized his body, then moved up for two steps, and the man fell down and the dog ate shit.