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Volume 3: Dance of Demons Chapter 475: Reunion

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    I shrugged at Wei Wenlong with a helpless expression: "After seeing this woman, she is a wonderful flower. It is easier to mend the sky than to ask her to move a finger. All our plans are being helped by her not messing up."  " Wei Wenlong closed his eyes, smiled and shook his head slightly: "She is not an enemy, but she is lucky to return to Wuxi and discuss it later." After the ups and downs in Shanghai, Wei Wenlong, Hu Xian and I finally made it to the end of this trip to Shanghai in Wuxi.  I can¡¯t comment on whether there are advantages or disadvantages, but it is undeniable that the current situation has become complicated. It is still unknown in what direction everything will develop Nanchan Temple, Wuxi City Because it is the beginning of May, I came to Nanchan Temple today.  The number of tourists is overwhelming. The endless stream of tourists coming in and out of the arched entrance of Nanzenji Temple is noisy. But even at this most noisy moment, there is a relatively quiet place in the backyard of Nanzenji Temple. In the backyard of Nanzenji Temple  Among them, there is an old man and two figures standing side by side, about two meters apart from each other. The older of the two figures is wearing a green Taoist robe and Taoist boots. The clothes are simple and have a slim figure with a gray moustache. The old man has slumped shoulders.  Drop your elbows, slightly bend your knees, loosen your waist, loosen your hips, and your whole body muscles appear relaxed. Both feet are flat on the dojo, and the lower body is firm but the steps are light and flexible. At the same time, the chest is lifted, the chest is facing the knees, and the chest is aligned with the knees when moving the center of gravity. Stand three levels.  Along with the old man's steady and agile movements, a short-inch young man with a well-proportioned figure and a broad upper body also followed him and made corresponding movements. The similarity is extremely precise and the deviation is extremely subtle. Look.  As the young man on the side imitated his movements, the old man in green robe became more and more satisfied as he watched. The smile on his face couldn't help but become a little richer. His movements had always been very complicated, and the speed of punches and kicks was increasing, but this young man could not keep up with this.  It is incredible for beginners of Tai Chi. After practicing three sets of boxing techniques, the old man couldn't help but point out to the young man beside him: "Yuan Hao, when practicing boxing, you must not use force on your hands, otherwise you will not be able to achieve lightness. You must make it clear that the hand is a hand."  The waist should be completely separated and not brought together. The hand opening of each posture should be small, but the intention should be wide. The direction of the hand should be extended. At the beginning, it should be close to the body but not close to the body. The hand should be shot from the center and then use the elbow to send the hand forward.  When you open your hands, your eyes should move forward casually, and your elbows should be level with your ribs to build up enough waist strength.  God, mind, and energy should all be concentrated on one point. Use all your strength to exert force outwards. Only in this way can you focus on one point to find the enemy's Achilles heel.  After a few punches, he slowly put away his fists and feet and stood on the spot again and asked Song Daoming, "I have enough momentum and the punches are accurate enough, but I lack a little bit of skill when connecting hard and hard. It can't be smooth and smooth, and there is still a feeling of stagnation." Song Daoming said  Dao Ming stroked the beard under his chin and said with a smile, "But it's pretty good. Even when I got to where you are, I practiced hard for several months. You were able to get to this point in just a few days. Your talent far exceeds mine. And now."  "Hehe, Master, you taught me well." Yuan Hao rubbed his face and said with a playful smile. Song Daoming stroked his beard with satisfaction, but soon his eyes suddenly froze as if he had thought of something.  Yixiao took out the Ba Gong hexagram disk he carried from under the sleeves of his green robe, frowned slightly, then took out three copper coins tied on his wrist and threw them on the hexagram disk several times. "What's wrong, Master Daoming?"  Yuan Hao walked up slowly and looked at Song Daoming, who had a slightly solemn look on his face, and asked. Song Daoming shook his head slightly to keep quiet. After calculating carefully with his eyes, he sighed and said: "It's time for the Immortals and the others to come back." In Yuan Hao's eyes  His eyes flashed and he said: "Boss Wang is back, master, how did you calculate it?" Song Daoming smiled slightly and said: "Today is the time to go home and the wind is light and the clouds are light and the temperature is hot. It is the time when the Spring Festival turns to summer. I  Daxian's body is naturally getting better and better. Now is the best time to come back. Yuan Hao, we can start our journey." Yuan Hao's eyes widened with an expression of confusion on his face, but he rolled his eyes and said: "Well, let's go.  I don¡¯t know what the boss and others have gained.¡± ¡­ When I returned to Wuxi, it was already evening. What surprised me a little was that as soon as I arrived at the door of my house, I saw a short figure sitting there with his chest folded and his eyes lowered, leaning against the door of my house.  The door is sounding loudly, and the door of my house is filled with various wine bottles and food packaging bags. Now the owners of these food and drinks have been waiting here for a long time. And the person sitting at the door of my house is naturally the dwarf.   Hearing the footsteps of Wei Wenlong and I going upstairs, the short boy stretched his waist and said without opening his eyes, "Yujingtang" Wei Wenlong and I spoke at the same time. At the same time, my eyes swept around the short boy to confirm that there was only one person in the short boy.  I didn¡¯t bring anyone else back. I looked at the dwarf who smelled of alcohol and said in a deep voice: "How is the action?" "It's considered bankrupt." The dwarf raised one eye and looked at me lazily and said, "I only figured out one thing."  The leader of the Hook Gang is my father, hehe." As he spoke, the short man picked up another bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth. "You guys don't look like it's going too well." I was slightly startled and said  : "There are still some gains, it depends on the angle you look at it from." "Haha, keep pretending that the whole city of Shanghai is in turmoil and pretend I don't know." The short man smiled and stood up staggeringly. At this time, I saw the short man sitting down.  There were several newspapers placed in the place, including Oriental Morning News and other Shanghai newspapers. He took out a piece of beef jerky from the food packaging bag on hand, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it loudly, and said: "It's really hard for you to come back safe and sound after all this trouble."  I don¡¯t know whether I should say that you guys are lucky, that you have great skills, or that the Shanghai police have no brains.¡± I smiled and said, ¡°There¡¯s no point in talking about these things, so go back to the house and talk.¡± After saying that, I opened the door and walked in, and the dwarf followed suit.  However, just as we were gathering together, we heard the footsteps of a group of people behind us. I looked back warily and saw a few familiar figures. Among them, the one walking in front was Catwoman Xiaoyao, whom I hadn¡¯t seen in a few days.  Catwoman's demeanor and mental state have changed so much that I didn't expect. Before she left, Catwoman still looked like a lively and vivid memory, but now she has a gloomy face, a decadent and haggard look, and numb eyes.  It was as if God had been separated from his soul. Even when he walked, he was swaying and seemed ready to fall to the ground.
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