Chapter 437 Living Immortals

After being shocked, Tang Xingqiang remembered that his father said that he had brought martial arts with the old immortals. Looking at Dongming, he couldn't help but be a little eager to try. He thought that his father said that he had learned a few martial arts from this old Taoist priest before. I don't know if the old Taoist priest is now Question mark

Tang Xingqiang is a good martial artist. With this idea, he can't suppress it. He always feels that if he doesn't figure this matter out, he will sleep unsteadily in the future.

"You look so tough when you are so old. Are you still very good at all your skills?" Tang Xingqiang finally couldn't help being curious and asked carefully.

"Xingqiang!" Seeing that Tang Xingqiang asked such a ridiculous question, Mr. Tang looked at him dissatisfiedly.

Although Tang Lao claimed to be the immortal of Dongming, it was just a sign of respect, but he never thought that the 118-year-old man could still have the power of his youth.

"It's okay. Young people are just curious." Dongming was helped by Zhang Weidong to successfully enter the foundation period. It can be said that he has been in a surprisingly good mood recently. Hearing this, he not only did not complain about the rudeness of Tang Xingqiang at all, but also showed his interest.

"Well, Xingqiang, if you can pull this drag, no matter what you ask, as long as the poor can do it, the poor will promise you." After Dongming waved his hand to interrupt Tang Lao, he shook the dust in his hand. The soft silver-white silk thread pointed straight to Tang Xingqiang.

When did the people in the hall see such magical martial arts? Not to mention that Tang Xingqiang's two brothers drooled, even Mr. Tang stood up in shock.

This is the legendary martial arts!

Dongming still looked at Tang Xingqiang with a smile as if he hadn't seen the surprised performance of the Tang family, but he didn't know why he suddenly thought of Zhang Weidong.

If there is no teacher, maybe he is slowly waiting for death in Qingcheng Mountain. How can there be today's elegance!

Tang Xingqiang saw that the old immortal, Dongming, stared at him with a smile on his face, so he had to rub his palm and then stood up. He grabbed the silver wire with both hands, shouted in a low voice, and suddenly pulled it out.

In the living room, although Zhang Weidong's divine thoughts have been convering like ordinary people, when Dongming poured the true qi into the dust and silver wire, Zhang Weidong was instantly aware of the subtle energy fluctuation between heaven and earth at such a close distance.

The essence flashed in Zhang Weidong's eyes, and his mind spread out like a net in an instant.

As soon as the divine mind unfolded, Zhang Weidong sensed the existence of Dongming and couldn't help crying and laughing. He thought that the old friend of Tang Lao for a long time would be the old Taoist priest Dongming, so that he still waited in the room for a long time.

Shen Nian took back Zhang Weidong and interrupted Tang Xuhong, who was chatting with Duan Wei, "Director Tang, is it an old Taoist priest who came to visit Mr. Tang today?"

Tang Xuhong was a little dissatisfied with Zhang Weidong's rude interruption of his conversation with Duan Wei again, but when she heard Zhang Weidong mention the old Taoist priest, she couldn't help opening her mouth for a long time before saying, "How do you know? Have you ever seen him come to our house before?

Duan Wei had seen Zhang Weidong suddenly mention the old Taoist priest, and the second monk was confused. Why do you think Zhang Weidong suddenly said nonsense? Who is Mr. Tang? How can he get involved with the Taoist priest? Besides, haven't you, Zhang Weidong, been with me all the time? When did you see the Taoist priest enter this door?

However, when Tang Xuhong asked Zhang Weidong how he knew, Duan Wei's shock in his heart was more than Tang Xuhong's. He really got it, but Zhang Weidong has been with him from yesterday to now!

"Director Tang also asked you to go in and tell Mr. Tang. I really have something urgent to discuss with him. As for Mr. Tang's old friend, I don't think it's strange. If he really asks, just say that I want to see Mr. Tang." Zhang Weidong did not answer Tang Xuhong's question, but directly asked to see Tang Lao immediately.

Tang Xuhong looked at Zhang Weidong in surprise for a long time, and finally got up and said, "Well, wait a minute. I'll go in and talk about it."

After Tang Xuhong left, Duan Wei looked at Zhang Weidong in surprise and said, "Weidong, is he really an old Taoist priest in Tang's old house now? How is this possible?"

"Why is it impossible? Don't you remember that you are also mixed with a college teacher as a teacher of the provincial party committee? Zhang Weidong asked with a smile, because of the sudden appearance of Dongming, Zhang Weidong's mood was much easier.

Originally, Zhang Weidong was still thinking that it would take a lot of effort to persuade Mr. Tang to let him participate in this operation later, and it was inevitable to show his hands. Now it seems that there should be no need to be so troublesome.

"That's right, but how do you know that the old Taoist priest is in Tang Lao's room? You have always been with me." Duan Wei was puzzled.

When Zhang Weidong heard the words, he looked at Duan Wei with an inexplicable smile and did not answer him, because this matter was not easy to answer.

Looking at the unfathomable smile on Zhang Weidong's face, Duan Wei's heart trembled for no reason. At this moment, he remembered his heart attack and the ghostly figure on the Nansha River. Suddenly, he felt that he had asked too many questions.

Aren't those two things incredible enough?

In the living room of the main room, Tang Xingqiang is still pulling the dust silver wire hard. It was just that he tried his best to eat the milk. Not only did the silver not move at all, but even the beard and hair had already turned white. The 118-year-old Taoist priest sat still on the mahogany chair, still looking at Tang Xingqiang and Tang Xingqiang with a smile as his name. He was a strong man. Although the surprised old Taoist priest made the soft dust silver wire straight, he was the leader of a strong army. He couldn't even pull an old man at all, but his tone in his heart could not go, so he refused to let go, blushed and pulled it stubbornly.

Anyway, you have to move, even if the white beard and white hair float!

Tang Lao and Tang Xingzhong's father and son also don't believe in evil. This man is still so young and energetic when he is 118 years old, which is already evil enough. Now even Tang Xingqiang, who is as powerful as a cow, can't even pull him. It's incredible! Therefore, although Tang Lao and Tang Xingzhong's father and son did not come forward to pull in person, they also hold their mouths as much as Tang Xingqiang, and did not speak out to stop Tang Xingqiang.

Just as Tang Xingqiang was about to fight with Dong Ming to the end, Tang Xuhong came in at the door, and a young man with a calm temperament came in with him.

This young man is no one else. He is Tang Guorui, the eldest grandson of Tang Lao. He is also the leading figure among the three generations of children of the Tang family. Now he is working in the Central Organization Department. It is said that he will be decentralized to the local training recently.

As soon as Tang Xuhong and Tang Guorui arrived at the door, they saw Tang Xingqiang blushing and pulling the dust there. At the other end of the dust, the old Taoist priest Dongming smiled and did not move at all.

Tang Xuhong and Tang Guorui saw it and almost tripped on the threshold. This is too incredible. An old man and the other is a fourth brother (fourth uncle) who is as powerful as a cow. How can it be!

Before the two of them recovered from the strange picture in front of him, Dongming saw that there were two more people, and finally lost his interest. He stroked the white beard and smiled, and then shook the dust.

Tang Xingqiang's strong body of at least 180 and 90 catties was thrown by the dust, and his whole body flew back, and then he just sat back in his chair.

In the hall, it suddenly became quiet.

Even if Tang is always a general of hundreds of battles, he has risen from the dead several times, and he feels a little cold on his back when he sees this.

During the Anti-Japanese War, there were many martial arts people in the army, but with a gentle shake of the dust like Dongming, he could throw a person as big as Tang Xingqiang to a chair. Mr. Tang said that he had never seen it, and he had never heard of it.

Mr. Tang is still like this, not to mention Tang Xingqiang. He just felt that there was a force coming from the dust and silver wire, and then the force swept his whole body up, and then he couldn't help flying and landing on the sling, just like the one shown on TV.

Even Tang Xingqiang couldn't help thinking, can the silver wire become longer and shorter like the one on TV, and once it grows longer, it can pass through a person's body like a long needle and poke people into holes?

At the thought of Tang Xingqiang looking at the dust in Lao Dao's hand for the leader of the army, he was a little frightened, as if the dust had suddenly turned into a super weapon that could take people's lives.

However, in fact, Tang Xingqiang's conjecture is conservative. This drag dust is a magic weapon handed down by the ancestors of the Qingcheng School. In the past, Dongming's cultivation was low and could not play much function at all. Now that his cultivation has broken through to the foundation-building period, he can simply use the magic weapon, not to mention becoming longer and shorter. Even if a person stands a few miles away, if he sacrifices the dust, he can take people's lives like a bag.

"Old fairy, I've not seen you for decades, but you are really a living fairy now!" Mr. Tang was the first to come to his senses. He looked at Dongming with excitement, and his eyes at Dongming couldn't help but bring a trace of awe.

Compared with the vast and boundless mystery of the universe, after all, people are small gods and ghosts, and they are fearless if they don't believe it. But once they are suspicious, even the general of the Hundred War will inevitably have a trace of awe in their hearts.

Mr. Tang is still like this, not to mention Tang Xingqiang and others.

"Old fairy, the younger generation just became curious for a moment, and there are many offenses. Don't take it to heart." Tang Xingqiang immediately got up and bowed deeply to Dongming and apologized.

Being dumped by Dongming, Tang Xingqiang is now not only completely convinced of Dongming, but also in awe. He no longer dares to treat him as a health-preserving old Taoist priest.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. The poverty is just a whim. If it's over, you just forget about it. Well, my old friend is poor, and it's time to leave. Dongming got up with a smile.