Chapter 231: Back to Shencheng

Kyoto. Lin's compound.
At this time in the ancestral hall of the backyard of the Lin's compound, an elderly man in a gray robe was sitting squatting, as if it were a dead tree packing, motionless, his body covered with dust.
Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes, and two sharp eyes seemed to penetrate the portal.
The momentum rushed towards Yunxia, ​​even more than the peak master, and he had already figured out a little trace of the immortal.
"Who is firing at my Lin family?" The old man in gray robe frowned. He had been in retreat for a long time, but his blood was boiling sharply today, and he seemed to be breaking out of his body.
Soon after, the turbulent blood in the old man of gray robe gradually leveled off, a flash of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then he closed his eyes and closed again.
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The main tasks of the Lin Bao family have been exhausted. As for the other insignificant Lin families, Lin Lang has not continued to study.
Lin Lang had dinner with the family in the villa that night, and Mo Bingzhu was left by Wang Xiaomei. After the three rounds of meals, Wang Xiaomei and others asked about Lin Lang's whereabouts in the recent period, and he just sloppily got over.
"Parents, grandpa, how are you doing the exercises I gave you?" Lin Lang asked suddenly.
"It should be okay."
Lin Xiaomo vaguely said that he didn't have Lin Lang's experience and couldn't figure out whether his situation was good or bad. He turned around, groaned in his mouth, and patted his palm straight down.
Click.
The square table was shot with a gap by his palm, and cracks emerged from the gap, becoming clearer and denser. With a soft beep, the table could no longer be supported and collapsed.
Lin Xiao was dumbfounded, a little embarrassed: "I seem to be working harder."
"Look at you, it's messy, and you'll clean it up in a while. And this table is worth a thousand or eight hundred dollars. Although our family Xiaolang can make money, it should be frugal. Wang Xiaomei stared at her hips, not angry.
"Actually there are tens of thousands of this table ..."
Of course, this sentence Mo Bingzhu will not say, otherwise these two are distressed for half a month.
Lin Xiao was trained to be degenerate, and his face was stunned. Mr. Wang laughed and watched his daughter train her son-in-law, which was especially interesting.
Lin Lang was moved in his heart, and asked, "Dad, how much strength did you use?"
"About 30%."
"It's amazing. I didn't even think of it fast." Lin Lang blinked. Lin Xiao's current strength is probably about the middle of the warrior. In the previous life, he got a systematic cultivation method that is just like Lin Xiao's speed.
"Did my dad keep a hand when he made me, his talent is even better than me ..." Lin Lang wondered.
Lin Xiao laughed and laughed: "Have you heard that, my son praises me."
"No one can praise Lao Tzu, you two are living treasures." Wang Xiaomei rolled her eyes.
"Mom, how about you?" Lin Lang looked at Wang Xiaomei again.
"Well, I'm just like your dad, but the most obvious effect is that I seem to be younger, and no cosmetic can match this effect." Wang Xiaomei was proud of himself.
Lin Lang was hit hard, really wondering how much talent was lost in her mother's womb ...
It was Mo Bingzhu's eyes that brightened. Wang Xiaomei's last sentence really made her feel good. After training, Wang Xiaomei was ten years younger. Both of them were walking on the street at the same time.
"I'm getting older a little bit, but she's getting younger and younger, who doesn't want to be a resident ..." Mo Bingzhu sighed, but didn't say a word. He knew that if he was a family, he could learn from each other, and she could distinguish the relationship.
After that, Master Wang demonstrated a little bit of improvement. Surprisingly, Master Wang's progress turned out to be the fastest of the three. With boxing alone, he already has the strength of a warrior in his later period.
Mr. Wang's talent is very high, and he has polished his temperament for decades. The method passed by Lin Lang is a dead tree in spring, and it is scary to cultivate.
Lin Lang was even harder ...
"Your accumulation has been stabilized. You take the elixir I gave. I wish you refinement." Lin Lang coughed dryly.
Lin Lang planned this step long ago. He passed on all the fine works of Gongfa to his family, and before that he had not absorbed any aura, and he was deeply rooted and solid. At this time, the refining and refining power came to fruition, and it was natural for cultivation to elevate, just like a long drought and a sweet rain, and there was no need to consider the unstable situation at all.
Lin Lang shot one by one to help refining. The two Wang Xiaomeis were directly cultivated to reach the peak of the warrior, and the old master Wang was even better. He is already a half-step master, and it is a matter of time to break through the master.
Mo Bingzhu has been sitting elegantly in his seat, sometimes watching the Wang Xiaomei couple quarrel, and chuckling aside.
"I will also pass on a practice method for you to practice in the future." Lin Lang suddenly made a noise.
"Me?" Mo Bingzhu froze for a moment, then his eyes flashed: "May I?"
"natural."
Lin Lang smiled and passed on a set of exercises to Mo Bingzhu, which was inferior to Wang Xiaomei's, but these were enough for her practice.
When he wasn't in Shencheng, Mo Bingzhu didn't visit the second old man, and he took care of many things, not to mention that Lin Lang's industry was also taken care of by her. Lin Lang had long regarded her as half a loved one. It would not be reasonable to not pass her some exercises.
Considering that Mo Bingzhu still has to take care of business, what he passed on to Mo Bingzhu was Jiao Yuezong's view of ideas. There is no need to practice boxing as hard as Lin Xiao and feel the moon spirit every evening can.
Of course, although this method of martial arts is not as good as down-to-earth practice, it is not too outrageous. Mo Bingzhu has a persistent character and definitely has this perseverance.
"I'll write you the follow-up exercises for the base period later. I'll look for pen and paper." Lin Lang turned and left.
The ground is messy, and naturally someone has to clean up. Lin Xiao couldn't run away, was washed away by Wang Xiaomela, and Mo Bingzhu took all the work like a well-behaved wife.
Lin Lang was splashing ink on the other side, walking away from the dragon and snake, and printing a lot of exquisite techniques from memory to paper. He wrote a total of five copies, four of which were written by Wang Xiaomei and others, and the other was for Liu Quanshi. Mo Bingzhu also told him that this man did not contribute less.
When Lin Lang dropped the last stroke, a faint voice suddenly came to his ear: "Son, do you have a girlfriend ..."
"Mom, I'm still early." Lin Lang said silently.
"It's not long ago, I think Mo girl is good, just a little older than you, but it doesn't matter, the female junior is holding the BRIC. We have the ambition to hold two ..." Wang Xiaomei encouraged.
Lin Lang was completely speechless: "In fact, I have a girl I like."
Sure enough, Lin Lang finished speaking this sentence, and there immediately rang out: Whose house, what do you do, show me many pictures and other routines.
Lin Lang was speechless and had to deal with it: "I'll bring it back to you at the end of the year ..."
After everyone was busy and got together again, Lin Lang passed a few volumes of the exercises to several people.
"What I pass on to you is too much interference, don't pass it on to others, or there will be big trouble." Lin Lang solemnly said, not because he was stingy, but because the relationship was too big.
Before, he taught only the fur boxing method. Although it is difficult to find several comparable on the earth, it is not particularly rare. Now he teaches the true cultivation method!
There is no way to cultivate immortals on the earth. If it spreads, I am afraid that it will cause turmoil in the entire world. Although he is not afraid of wind and rain, he must consider the safety of his family.
"Can't pass it on to others ..." Father Wang stopped talking.
"But the roll you gave me was borrowed by Wang Hai and they begged me ..."
Grandpa Wang is also in a dilemma. One is a grandson, and the other is a grandson who asks for his feet. It is neither yes nor no.
"Anyway, that roll is for them."
Lin Lang didn't care. Even if they had the same inheritance, Wang Hai didn't get his foundation and couldn't turn the waves.
"It's just that the roll I give you now must be collected, otherwise the Wang family might be in danger of exterminating the tribe."
Seeing Lin Lang's look as if he was close to the enemy, Father Wang also realized the seriousness of the matter and nodded solemnly: "I won't tell anyone else."
"That ... son, tell your mother what are you going to do again?" Wang Xiaomei suddenly said, as the so-called son Moruo, if Lin Lang had to leave, he would never give these things to them in advance.
"A lot of people owe me something. I want to go out and liquidate." Lin Lang said leisurely.
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