There is a cool breeze and the sky is dim.
Li Zhige got up early and drew a bucket of water from the ancient well.
The cold well water calmed Li Zhige's fiery heart.
The Shenquan Sect has a martial arts heritage and internal skills and mental methods!
Li Zhige did not expect to practice the Nine Yin Manual, Nine Yang Manual, Tai Chi Sutra, Yi Jin Jing, Great Shift of the Universe and other supreme martial arts in this world right away. That was unrealistic.
As a person, you must be down-to-earth.
After you first learn the eight divine fist postures of the divine fist sect and the internal skills and mental methods, you can kill a mad cow with one punch, and have the basic martial arts to travel around the world, then you can plan the Nine Yin Manual, the Nine Yang Manual, the Great Shift of the Universe, etc. It is never too late to learn the supreme martial arts.
At this time, Zhang Wuji is probably still studying medicine in Butterfly Valley, so there is no rush.
"Let's go."
"Now I will take you to the Divine Fist Sect to become a disciple."
Han Maofei pushed open the door and walked out, raising his hand to dig out the shit from his eyes.
This man obviously didn't sleep last night. He was carrying a package and his sallow complexion made Li Zhige feel that he had some kidney deficiency.
Li Zhige looked at the pudgy man and said seriously, "Uncle Han, I'm sorry to bother you. Your kindness in supporting me today will be unforgettable to Zhige, and I will surely repay you in the future."
Han Maofei walked up to Li Zhige, looked up at the young man who was a full head taller than him, raised his hand and patted Li Zhige on the shoulder, grinning and saying, "What trouble are you talking about."
"You are a tall and strong boy with dense bones all over your body. You are the most suitable for practicing Divine Fist. I don't expect you to repay me with anything in the future. As long as you can practice Divine Fist well and carry forward the Divine Fist sect, it will be the best for me. repay."
Li Zhige nodded heavily and said no more.
Han Maofei had always treated him well, as he treated his nephew, and now he even recommended him to join the Divine Fist Sect. Li Zhige kept this kindness in his heart.
After closing the restaurant, Han Maofei took Li Zhige out of Lin'an City.
At noon, the sun is at its peak.
Qiantang County is under the jurisdiction of Lin'an Prefecture. Two sweaty figures came to the city gate.
These two sweaty people were Li Zhige and Han Maofei.
After entering the city, Han Maofei wiped the sweat from his forehead and led Li Zhige towards the center of the city.
Two stone lions squatted in front of the door. The vermilion door had faded a little, and the iron ring on the door was rusty. The three characters "Shen Fist Gate" engraved on the plaque above the head were weathered and looked old and vicissitudes of life.
Han Maofei twitched his sore nose, forced a smile, and explained to Li Zhige, "This is the Divine Fist Sect. Even though the Divine Fist Sect has declined now, there are only a dozen or so disciples. The original Divine Fist Sect But it’s so powerful that even the magistrate of Qiantang has to rely on Shenquan Sect’s face to act.”
Li Zhige didn't know what to say and could only remain silent.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Han Maofei stepped forward and knocked on the rusty iron ring.
Squeak.
The heavy door opened.
A young woman walked out of the door. She had an ordinary appearance, clear and bright eyes, a tall and slender figure. She was wearing close-fitting clothes and her short hair was tied with a red ribbon. Although she was not beautiful, she showed her heroic spirit.
The woman looked at Han Maofei and Li Zhige, with a trace of doubt in her clear eyes, "Who are you looking for?"
The fat on Han Maofei's cheeks trembled, he showed a kind smile, and said with a smile, "More than ten years have passed, and the slug that pulled my trouser legs and cried out to buy candied haws has grown into a big girl."
The woman's eyes widened with surprise, "Uncle! You are Uncle Han!"
Han Maofei smiled and nodded, "Yingzhao, you finally remember your uncle."
Guo Yingzhao smiled brightly and said, "Of course I remember my uncle. Yingzhao remembers all the kindness his uncle has shown to Yingzhao."
"Uncle, you left without saying goodbye and went to Lin'an City for more than ten years, without even saying to come back to see Yingzhao. My father has been thinking about you all these years."
Han Maofei waved his hands with a lonely expression and said with a wry smile, "I am a person with no martial arts skills. What should I worry about? I have suffered so much for your father these years."
Guo Yingzhao knew she had said the wrong thing. She looked at Li Zhige, changed the subject and asked, "Uncle, who is he?"
Han Maofei came back to his senses and said, "Yingzhao, this guy's name is Li Zhige. He used to be the waiter in my restaurant. He was interested in practicing martial arts. I thought he was a young talent, so I attracted him to the Shenquan Sect and came back to see him. Take a look at Master and Junior Brother.”
Li Zhige took a step forward and gave the woman a fist-cup salute, "Li Zhige pays homage to Senior Sister Yingzhao."
Guo Yingzhao looked at Li Zhige curiously, reached out and squeezed Li Zhige's shoulder, then looked at Li Zhige's palm, and said with a smile, "Master uncle's eyes are still so vicious. Although this man is older, his Gen Gu is indeed very suitable for practicing Divine Fist.”
With that said, Guo Yingzhao turned to the door and shouted, "Dad, the master is back and has brought a disciple back for you."
The Divine Fist Sect once had its glory. The courtyard covered an extremely large area and even had a martial arts arena.
When walking through the martial arts arena, Li Zhige saw several shirtless young men sweating profusely while holding up stone locks. One of the young men's face turned red and he even smashed a stone tablet with one punch.
Seeing the young man with steam coming out of his body and smashing the stone monument with one punch, Li Zhige began to feel restless in his heart again, and he wanted to start practicing the magic fist immediately.
Although Li Zhige knew that the divine fist was most likely the martial arts of the three-legged cat in the world, but seeing the power of one punch to shatter the stone monument, the small fire burning in his heart became stronger.
Along the way, Li Zhige followed Han Maofei and Guo Yingzhao, looking at the surroundings from time to time.
Soon, Li Zhige met the current leader of the Shenquan Sect, crossing Qianshan.
The moment he saw Han Maofei, Guo Qianshan, a tall and mighty man, his eyes turned red, "Brother, you are finally back."
Han Maofei's voice was a little hoarse, "Junior brother, go see the master first."
Divine Fist Sect, Patriarch Hall.
Han Maofei knelt on the ground, his eyes were moist, and his forehead hit the floor tiles with a dull sound.
On an altar table in front of Han Maofei, there is a spiritual tablet enshrined. On the spiritual tablet is the spiritual tablet of Master Guo Sanquan.
Han Maofei's forehead was red, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse and dark, "Master, my disciple was unfilial and turned into a useless person. I can't avenge you."
"woo woo woo woo......."
The short, fat man, who was over fifty years old, sobbed softly.
Guo Qianshan clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands were like squirming snakes, and said bitterly, "Ten and a half years ago, the Tianying Sect held a sword-raising conference in Wangpanshan, and my father took us to seize the dragon-slaying sword. At that time, How loyal we are!”
"It's a shame that evil thief Xie Xun beat my father to death, and many fellow disciples also bled to death under the Lion's Roar Kung Fu, leaving us two brothers just surviving."
"That evil thief Xie Xun took the dragon-slaying knife and disappeared. Even if we want to take revenge, we can't find him. How shameful!"
As he said that, Gu Qianshan's face was full of exhaustion, like a deflated ball, "Don't talk about taking revenge on that evil thief Xie Xun. Just maintaining the operation of the Divine Fist Sect these years has consumed all my strength. Father, my child Unfilial!”
The atmosphere in the Patriarch Hall was dull.
Siblings Guo Yingzhao and Guo Yingxiong knelt behind Han Maofei and Guo Qianshan, with hatred in their eyes.
Li Zhige stood aside, not knowing what to say.
The Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun was indeed a pitiful man, but he caused a bloody storm in the world. Aren't those people killed by Xie Xun pitiful?
However, the previous generation of Shenquan Sect leader Guo Sanquan was beaten to death because he and Xie Xun snatched the dragon-slaying knife. This didn't seem pitiful.
Li Zhige was still thinking wildly. Guo Qianshan suddenly turned his head and said with a serious expression, "You are the person brought by Senior Brother Han. If you want to enter my gate and practice Divine Fist, you can!"
"But you need to know that everyone in our Divine Fist Sect has a deep and irresolvable hatred against the evil thief Xie Xun. When you enter our sect, you must bear in mind the hatred between the Divine Fist Sect and the evil thief Xie Xun. If one day you Now that you have mastered the divine fist, you must be able to kill that evil thief Xie Xun and avenge your master. In this case, are you still willing to enter my house?"
Li Zhige had a solemn expression, nodded seriously, and replied in a deep voice, "Yes! If one day I become a master of martial arts, I will definitely kill Xie Xun with my own hands, take the dragon-slaying knife and place it in front of my master's tomb to pay homage to him."
Han Maofei nodded happily.
Guo Qianshan stared at Li Zhige closely, and then said after a while, "First I kowtow to your master."
boom!
boom!
boom!
Li Zhige knelt down to the spirit tablet without hesitation and kowtowed three times.
