Chapter 105: Secret Martial Arts Technique
Chapter 105: A Lost Martial Technique
Translator:GodBrandy
Editor:Kurisu
Joseph clasped his hands in prayer:Thank God! His wish was finally fulfilled.
Thirty years ago, when he was young, he liked watching martial arts movies. Since then, he prayed day and night that God would give him a chance to appreciate the real Chinese Kung Fu, the kind of martial art with which one was able to walk on snow without leaving any traces and summon a golden dragon with a single palm! Then, he would finally see what he had been dreaming of.
However, he had been praying for it for over a decade! Ten years as one day! Every day, after he fell asleep, he dreamed about falling down a cliff and finding some magical technique there, or entering the depths of some mountains for adventure and meeting a white-haired old man who then transmitted him all of his martial power, and so on.
Unfortunately, God was so busy that he kept ignoring his small wish.
Now, twenty years later, even his daughter had grown into a beautiful girl. He almost forgot about this wish. But, now, thank God, he recalled this wish that he used to stick to for ten years.
Joseph didn't bother Song Shuhang, because as described in martial arts movies, it was impolite to disturb people when they were practicing Kung Fu.
Therefore, he just sat beside silently, watching Song Shuhang finishing the whole set of fist technique.
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In fact, as soon as the foreigner stepped into this deserted classroom, Shuhang had already noticed him.
However, at that moment, his ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯ had reached the final stage. If he stopped, all his practice would be in vain, and the effect of qi and blood pill would be wasted.
Anyway, he didn’t have to worry that the guy would steal his fist technique. He could tolerate the foreigner as long as he didn’t take photos with his cell phone.
From noon to now, he had taken the second qi and blood pill. Today, he practiced ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯ for the seventh time and the effect was remarkable.
Well, he had to wait longer than he expected, as he used qi and blood pills to help his cultivation...
After finishing the last two strokes, he sat down and ran ❮True Self Meditation Scripture❯.
...He didn't expect that he still got found by someone even if he had hidden in this remote abandoned school building. Maybe he should find another place to cultivate next time.
After sending the qi and blood into his heart aperture, Shuhang slowly opened his eyes. The cultivation had finished.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that that tall foreigner was squatting in front and not far away from him with an ingratiating smile on his face. Shuhang felt his fist was throbbing, he really wanted to give him a punch!
"Master, have you finished yet?" still with that ingratiating smile, the foreigner tried to greet him with awkward Chinese.
Corners of his mouth twitching, Song Shuhang waved. "Hello."
"Master, may I learn Chinese Kung Fu from you?" full of anticipation, the foreigner even struck the classic pose of the famous Kung Fu Master—Huang Feihong. Chinese Kung Fu had always been his dream since he was a child,‘Come on, let’s use Nunchakus... leap onto roofs and vault over walls!’1
"..." Song Shuhang rubbed his temple. He himself was a rookie. How could he teach others? Besides, the copyright on ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯ didn’t belong to him. He couldn’t even teach his own father. How could he teach a foreigner?