Chapter 177 The Pupil of Shura

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Although Mr. Yang Desheng has been immersed in Taijiquan for decades, his health is not as good as his prime. Wu Xian is in his prime and strong. If he continues to fight, he is destined to be defeated by Mr. Yang Desheng. Even if the old man is a master of Taijiquan, Wu Xian will break the situation and reduce ten benefits with one strength. As long as there is enough time, killing Yang Desheng will never be a problem.

Yang Desheng waved his hand and said to Wu Xian, "No, I'm old, and I can't beat you young people anymore."

Wu Xian's eyes are still strangely red, but his expression has become very gentle, just giving people the feeling that it is the devil's call. When Yang Xiao saw that the fight stopped, she immediately ran to her grandfather to check her grandfather's situation, with an anxious inquiring look on her face. When Yang Desheng saw his grandson worrying about himself like this, he just touched his head with a smile and did not investigate Yang Xiao's departure from the ancestral hall without permission.

Yang Xiao looked at Wu Xian with hostile eyes and said viciously, "How can you do this?" Originally, Yang Xiao thought that Wu Xian was just here to become a teacher, but she didn't expect that Wu Xian would be cruel to his grandfather as soon as he came up, and it was the kind of merciless. How can Yang Xiao not be angry?

Yang Desheng smiled and touched his grandson's head. He did not stop or say anything about his collision with Wu Xian. He just walked aside and picked up his clothes, put them on himself, and let his grandson stare at Wu Xian.

After Yang Desheng got dressed, he saw his grandson staring at Wu Xian with a pair of bull's eyes. He slapped him and scolded with a smile, "Bastard, what are you looking at? Go and get a good bottle of wine for the guests.

Yang Xiao was beaten by her grandfather, but she still didn't understand what was wrong with her grandfather. She had just fought with life and death, but now she has to get a good bottle of wine for that man.

Yang Xiao just rushed up with a momentary fever. Now she sees Wu Xian's red eyes, and her legs and stomach are shaking, let alone getting wine.

When Yang Desheng saw his grandson's virtue, he slapped his grandson on the back and inadvertently pressed a few acupuncture points with his fingertips. Looking at his grandson and scolding, "The shameful guy, after taking the wine, give me time to kneel two columns of incense. If you don't finish burning, you dare to get up. It won't work if your mother comes to plead tomorrow."

When Yang Xiao heard her grandfather say this, her face was full of crying, and her legs did not tremble. She walked to her grandfather's small wine cellar with a bitter face.

Yang Xiao did not notice the action her grandfather did on her back, but Wu Xian saw it clearly, and his pupils unconsciously shrank. Looking at Yang Desheng, he was a little more dangerous, but more respectful. Fortunately, the old man didn't use the acupuncture point technique to deal with himself. If he really used this acupuncture point technique against himself during the fight, he probably didn't know how he died.

Sadako also saw Yang Desheng's movements, but did not understand the meaning. She instinctively felt the danger. After a few steps, she moved to Wu Xian's side. Her mouth did not move, but made a sound. Yang Desheng is not that simple. Be careful.

Wu Xian did not notice that Sadako was moving his mouth, but when he heard Sadako's voice, he couldn't help wondering if there was a high-ranking person around him who could practice his internal skills to the highest level and spread the sound?

turned his head and saw Sadako's abdomen move slightly. Wu Xian also clearly knew why he heard Sadako speak.

When Sadako saw Wu Xian's mysterious eyes, her hand unconsciously stretched back, but when she was about to approach the handle of the knife, she was controlled by Sadako. Although she has seen Wu Xian's mysterious pupils and more bloody eyes than this, every time she sees them, Sadako can't help but want to draw a knife. There has always been a voice in my heart reminding myself that the person in front of me is a dangerous person.

Yang Desheng looked at Wu Xian affectionately, but in the end it turned into a sigh.

"Let's go! Go to my room and talk about it. The girl behind you, you can find something to do here or in the house. There is nothing for you here. Yang Desheng helped Sadako make a decision.

Sadako looked at Wu Xian, and Wu Xian also nodded. The blood in front of him was gradually dissipating, and Sadako's skin became a little pink.

Yang Desheng took Wu Xian to a room with only one bed, a cabinet, an Eight Immortals table and two stools. Yang Desheng lit the incense in the room and covered it with an antique lid. He took out a set of blue and white porcelain wine sets from the cabinet and poured a glass of wine to Wu Xian. His nose was surrounded by the smell of wine in the air. Yang Desheng squinted and said, "The 40-year-old daughter buried under the ground is red."

Wu Xian doesn't know much about wine, but this cup of amber** brings a few silk threads, and Wu Xian's heart is itchy. Wu Xian picked up the wine in front of him and put it under his nose to smell it. A warm feeling of wine went straight to his heart. After drinking all the glass of wine, his tongue stretched out a little greedily and licked a trace of wine on his lips.

When Yang Desheng saw Wu Xian drinking like this, he was a little painful to shake the weight of the wine pot in his hand. His precious grandson was probably taking revenge on himself and took out his few treasures as soon as he took it.

Wu Xian took the cup in his hand and looked at Yang Desheng. Yang Desheng was a little distressed, but he still poured a cup for Wu Xian. Wu Xian still spoils the wine like a cow. After drinking a glass, Wu Xian pointed the glass at Yang Desheng again.

Yang Desheng could have maintained the face of the ancient well, but now there is a slight shaking. Pouring the wine into Wu Xian's wine glass with a little trembling, Wu Xian still did not hesitate to drink all the glass of wine.

Wu Xian put the cup on the table, but Yang Desheng put the wine a little behind. It's not that he can't bear to give Wu Xian a drink, but Yang Desheng's heartache when Wu Xian spoils the wine like this.

Wu Xian put his hands on the table with three glasses of wine, and his waist was straight. He closed his eyes to recall the fragrance in his mouth.

When Yang Desheng saw Wu Xian close his eyes, he finally had time to drink a glass of wine for himself. He sipped the wine in the cup, looking like an old god. He almost roared a Beijing film and soared a song of Qinqiang.

After seeing that Mr. Yang Desheng finished drinking a glass, Wu Xian picked up the wine pot and was about to poured wine for him, but was blocked by Yang Desheng. Singing and happy! I can't compare with you young people now."

Wu Xian did not force it. He gently put the wine pot on the table and waited for Mr. Yang Desheng's follow-up. Yang Desheng finished drinking but was not in a hurry to talk. He just played with the wine glass in his hand like touching his child.

"Do you know why I didn't let you learn Tai Chi?" When Wu Xian was preparing for the long-term resistance war, Yang Desheng spoke.

Wu Xian nodded and shook his head again. Old man, you said that I was too murderous to learn Taijiquan.

"Yes, no!" Yang Desheng put the wine glass under his nose and smelled it, as if he had drunk pure wine. You are very murderous, but it is precisely because you are murderous that I finally changed my mind to let you learn Taijiquan.

Wu Xian frowned. Only after entering Jiuju, he was generally straight. How could there be so many twists and turns? Moreover, this kind of rational words made Wu Xian have a feeling of biting hedgehog for a while. It looked simple, but there was no way to start.

Yang Desheng continued to play with the cup in his hand without any hesitation. Wu Xian closed his eyes and began to recall all the experience just now. This is the specialty indoctrinated in my mind, unconscious memory.

The last wisp of incense in the incense burner floated into the air and completed its mission. Wu Xian also opened his eyes at the same time and said to Yang Desheng, who was still playing with the wine glass, "Sir, you decided to give me Taijiquan because I have the pupil of Shura."

"Ha ha, yes or no!" Yang Desheng put down his glass, as if he was tired of playing, but Yang Desheng's action made Wu Xian a little confused. The result was that he got the answer after various repeated reasoning in his mind, but now he was told that it was not the answer. Wu Xian really didn't understand.

"Don't guess, there is a kind of person who is born with tired bones to embark on hegemony, and this kind of general has visions, among which the pupil of Shura is one of them..."

Before Yang Desheng finished speaking, Wu Xian interrupted Yang Desheng's words with a miserable smile. I just want to be an ordinary person, but fate has made me such a bullshit successful person. If I want to step on my brother's white bones to go to hegemony, I would rather not have this hegemony without any substance.

"Kid, in fact, you don't want to have any ideas. I just saw this kind of thing in the book. In fact, what do I, an old guy who is about to enter the ground, care about those hegemony and so on? It's just that the book says that Shura pupils have a very high martial arts talent. I saw that you seem to have the foundation of internal boxing, so I considered teaching you the 108 Taijiquan. After all, I can't take these treasures of my motherland into the earth! After returning to the motherland, you give my set of Taijiquan to some talented children and let them carry forward Taijiquan.

After listening to Yang Desheng's words, Wu Xian knew that the reason why he had a headache for a long time was that he didn't want Taijiquan to be lost. But at the same time, Wu Xian admired Mr. Yang Desheng a little more.