Chapter 176 Please

Wu Xian looked at the old man in front of him in surprise. His body was gently brought up by him, and his strength did not seem to be exerted at all.

The old man gave the wine to Yang Xiao behind him and said to Wu Xian with a smile, "My surname is Yang, my name is Huaimin, and my name is Desheng. Just call him old Yang Desheng.

Wu Xian bowed to Yang Desheng and said, "Hello, Mr. Yang! Please forgive the boy for his rudeness!"

Yang Desheng smiled, helped Wu Xian, who bowed, took Wu Xian's hand and walked to the room, looking like an old friend he hadn't seen for many years. If it hadn't been for seeing the surprised look on Yang Xiao's little face, Sadako would have thought that the two were old friends.

A middle-aged woman greeted Sadako and walked to the inner room, but Yang Xiao was not treated so well. He slapped Yang Xiao on the head and said, "If you don't deal with it, I'll ask your father to deal with you later."

Yang Xiao covered her head and walked out in a little fear. When she passed by Sadako, she cast a look at Sadako for help. Sadako pretended not to see this kind of family problem and followed the middle-aged woman into the inner room.

Wu Xian and Mr. Yang have sat down. They opened the wine brought by Wu Xian. More than 30 years of aging is unusual. Before Sadako walked in, she smelled the strong aroma of wine. Sadako, who did not like to drink white wine, unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of water and had an idea in her heart that she wanted to drink such a cup.

Wu Xian and Yang Desheng didn't say anything, but just touched the cup, as if all the words were in the wine. When the middle-aged woman saw the old man drinking like this, she unconsciously frowned, but she still didn't care. She just retreated to the kitchen to bring food.

Sadako took a small wine glass and poured herself a glass of wine. The light amber color caused a ripple in the glass. When she picked it up, the closer she approached her mouth, the fragrance became mellow. Before it came to her mouth, Sadako had swallowed three mouthfuls of saliva.

Put the wine glass to his mouth, learn Wu Xian's movements, and dry off the wine in the glass. The smooth liquor slid down the throat into the abdomen, and the sauce on the tongue was prominent. It was ripe and mellow. The hot feeling in the stomach also rose along the esophagus, with a long aftertaste. The empty cup retains the fragrance for a long time. Even if it has been placed on the table for a while, there is still a strong fragrance in the cup.

After a pair of old and half a bottle, both of them stopped tacitly and ate the Z national dish on the table. Yang Xiao also came over at this time and looked at the strange atmosphere. She just sat aside silently and looked at Sadako's questioning face.

Sadako drank a small glass, and now there is a faint pink on her face. Seeing Yang Xiao's inquiring eyes, she shrugged her shoulders, picked up the glass and poured herself a glass of wine again.

The dishes are also complete at this moment, but the middle-aged woman does not appear on the table. It seems that the traditional Z ideology in this family is very heavy.

The four people ate silently like this, and no one talked about anything. Even if Yang Xiao wanted to break the atmosphere several times, when they saw the comfortable faces of their grandfather and Wu Xian, they could only continue to eat silently. This may be the most aggrieved meal since Yang Xiao was born. If I had known it, I wouldn't have asked Wu Xian to come for dinner.

A meal ended in a dull atmosphere, and Yang Xiao was also relieved. I was about to spit out the words that had been suppressed for a long time, but I heard Yang Desheng's words. Dongze, kneel down in front of the ancestral throne. There is no time to get up.

Yang Xiao couldn't believe her ears, and her grandfather actually said so. Yang Xiao turned her eyes to Wu Xian and Zhenzi, hoping that they could help them plead for mercy. But Wu Xian nodded to himself, and Sadako still looked like she didn't see.

Yang Xiao really felt that it was a wrong decision to bring Wu Xian and Sadako back to dinner. However, my grandfather said a few words at home, and what he said must be carried out. Yang Xiao could only walk to the room where the ancestral throne was placed with a constipated face.

"Friend, please!" Yang Desheng watched his grandson walk away and made a gesture of invitation to Wu Xian.

Wu Xian bowed slightly and said to Yang Desheng, "Mr. Yang, please!"

Sadako didn't figure out the situation and didn't want to figure it out. Relying on Wu Xian, her face was a little red. Looking at the old man's performance with a smile.

"The back venue is empty. Let's go somewhere!" Yang Desheng said, and Wu Xian, who was at the guest's convenience, nodded.

The three came to the back of the villa, which was an empty place surrounded by trees. Wu Xian frowned slightly when he saw the separation of those trees, as if they had been planted according to a certain rule.

Yang Desheng took off his clothes and exposed the sweatshirt inside. Seeing Wu Xian paying attention to the trees, Yang Desheng said, "These trees are arranged according to gossip, and it doesn't make much sense to say."

Yang Desheng skipped this layer lightly, and his hands also put on a Taiji starting style, which was round and natural. Compared with Yang Xiao's starting style, I don't know how many thousands of times stronger.

When Wu Xian saw Yang Desheng's starting style, he knew that Yang Desheng had been deposited on Taiji for at least 50 years, and his eyes were also sharp. He didn't see much movement in place. A layer of fine sweat appeared on his body, and bursts of wine also emitted, which was a little thicker than the wine he had just drank.

"Not bad! Not bad!" Yang Desheng praised Wu Xian when he saw this. But then he said, "It's too murderous and manic. It's not enough to learn Taijiquan.

Wu Xian took a deep breath, and his breath followed his consciousness all over his body. Suddenly, his clothes were immediately propped up and faced the trend of bursting. His originally inconspicuous figure also highlighted his muscles.

When Yang Desheng saw Wu Xian's situation, he opened his eyes and said, "Inner fist?" But then he shook his head and looked at Wu Xian with little understanding. My heart has gradually returned to the state of mind like water, round and one.

"I'm going to go, Mr. Yang." Wu Xian said angrily. Yang Desheng did not respond to Wu Xian, but moved his left foot slightly before.

Wu Xian exerted his strength with his right foot, and there was a crisp sound on the ground. Wu Xian rushed out like a cheetah and attacked Yang Desheng with a straight fist. His fist strength was only five points, just a tentative attack. After all, he was afraid that he was too strong and hurt the old man.

Yang Desheng smiled at the corners of his mouth, and his hands seemed to gently hold Wu Xian's wrists and elbows, taking Wu Xian forward. Wu Xian's strength seemed to be hit on cotton, with a sense of wrong force. Yang Desheng took advantage of this force to push Wu Xian a few meters away.

Wu Xian staggered a little and stood there. Looking at Yang Desheng's eyes becoming sharp again, he said to Yang Desheng, "Master, pay attention. I will attack with all my strength this time."

Yang Desheng didn't say anything, just drew a big circle in the air with both hands. A calm posture, light and calm, like water.

Wu Xian rushed up again, this time with a strong whip leg. With a slight sound of breaking air on his legs, he pulled away to Yang Desheng's lower plate. Yang Desheng took a step forward without hurry and approached Wu Xian's body. After Wu Xian saw Yang Desheng's action, he immediately felt a sense of danger in his eyes. Although his legs tried to become knee strikes in Muay Thai in the air, he was still half a beat slower than Yang Desheng. Yang Desheng took a step forward with his right foot, stopped Wu Xian's supporting leg, and pushed Wu Xian to the ground with his right hand.

After pressing Wu Xian, Yang Desheng stepped back a few steps and quietly watched Wu Xian without attacking.

Wu Xian stood up from the ground, and the wound on his body was pressed by Yang Desheng and cracked, and bursts of pain invaded Wu Xian's head. Wu Xian knew that Yang Desheng had left his hand just now. If he used the method or took advantage of Wu Xian's fall to the ground and continue to attack Wu Xian, although Wu Xian could minimize the damage, he would still not be better.

The burst of pain made Wu Xian's eyes gradually turn red, a little closer to the trend of demon red. Yang Desheng couldn't help shouting out when he saw Wu Xian's eyes. The pupil of Shura!"

Wu Xian was yelled at by the old man, and all his movements paused. However, the momentum on his body dissipated. He looked at Yang Desheng and said, "Sir, I'm attacking with all my strength. Don't stay with me."

Yang Desheng nodded slightly and said, "Just click it!"

Wu Xian only attacked Yang Desheng without any reservation. Each move was too simple, but the moves were all killing moves. Seeing that Sadako was worried about Yang Desheng, she was afraid that Wu Xian would kill the old man with one mistake.

However, Mr. Yang Desheng always removes the force of Wu Xian's attack at the most critical moment, and does not take the opportunity to attack. The style of a benevolent and righteous teacher.

But after more than a dozen moves, Mr. Yang Desheng shouted to stop. Wu Xian changed his direction with a roundabout kick, kicked to the ground and almost broke a few toes.

Yang Desheng retreated to the side and gasped. On the contrary, Wu Xian only had a few more beads of sweat on his forehead. It's really a good thing to beat the master to death.