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Chapter 1066 The Eight Units

Han Mo bowed deeply and said solemnly: "I really feel sorry for being the title of King of Nanyang. Han Mo is really lucky to meet his senior today!"

Before this hut, three very simple bamboo chairs were placed, which were enough for the three of them to sit down. The old man signaled Han Mo to sit down and smiled and said, "Your Majesty is polite. The words of the three lives of honor really make the old vultures ashamed. The old vultures seemed to have no intersection with the Nanyang King before. Today, I was very frightened to be able to get the Nanyang King to visit the house in person!"

He said "trepidation" but there was no sign of panic.

Han Mo smiled and said, "Although I have never met you, I admire my senior for a long time."

"The unknown person, the King of Nanyang is joking!"

"Wu Ming is Wu Ming, but Wu's surname is false words." Han Mo said calmly: "The ancient surname of Xuanyuan is not something that ordinary people can possess!"

A sharp look flashed in the old man's eyes, but the sharp look was instantly submerged, and he sighed softly: "The King of Nanyang is probably the wrong person. The old vulgar man, when he was in the Central Plains, had heard of his name and name, just a mediocre person!"

"If you are a nameless person, you will not know the name Xuanyuan Wuming." Han Mo said seriously: "It's just that the senior said that there is no Xuanyuan Wuming here, so I dare not refute it, just think that there is indeed Xuanyuan Wuming anymore!"

The two of them said to each other, but Kou Zheng next to him opened his eyes wide, but he couldn't understand at all, and his face was blank.

The old man looked at Han Mo and suddenly smiled and pointed at the grapes, saying, "Since the King of Nanyang is here, why not taste this grape!"

Han Mo picked two grapes and put them in his mouth. It was indeed quite delicious and sweet.

But after he finished eating two grapes, the old man suddenly issued an order to expel guests: "It is not rude for the old vulgar husband to treat guests like this. I just heard that there are big fish in the sea today, so the old vulgar husband wanted to go and cook a few fish... so I can't spend more time with you today!"

Han Mo smiled and said nothing. When Kou Zheng saw the fifth young master coming to your broken place, he was not respectful and served him well, and even ordered to expel the guest. He immediately pulled down his face, "Old Wuming, what are you going to do? Are you going to drive us away? Well, we can leave, and now we will pay back the money we owe to us." He calculated his mind and immediately said, "It's six taels and four cents of silver in total. Let's leave. Otherwise, let's not talk about fishing and drinking, even fish bones won't let you get one..."

The old man sighed: "We are all old friends, and I said I owe you money for wine..."

"The old instructor friend is driving us away?" Kou Zheng was so angry that he came to him before he could finish his words: "The King of Nanyang and I came here to find you. You want to send us away with a basket of grapes?"

Han Mo raised his hand and signaled Kou Zheng not to say too much. He bowed to the old man and said, "Senior, Han Mo is not talented. I want to perform a skill to him. Please give me some advice!"

"I dare not take it as a gift!" the old man sighed.

Han Mo got up and looked around. He happened to see a wooden stick under the grape rack. He went up to pick up the wooden stick and bowed deeply to the old man: "I'm so ugly!"

Han Mo tilted the ground with a long stick and suddenly lifted it up. The old man was still calm, but as soon as Han Mo's starting move came out, the old man's expression became serious, and there was even a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Kou Zheng really couldn't make it clear why the fifth young master was so respectful to such an old man and even performed stick methods for him to show him? He thought to himself: "Is the fifth young master a person who likes calligraphy and painting? I heard that this old man can draw, so he came to make friends in order to find a good painting? But I don't know whether the legend is true or false. If it is fake, the fifth young master will be in vain today." Although he did not know the stick method, he could only watch at this time, but he also felt that Han Mo's stick method was extremely sharp and faster and faster. The simple wooden stick seemed to have the power of thunder when it came to the hands of the fifth young master.

The old man became more and more surprised as he looked at it. He slowly stood up from the chair and carried his hands on his back. In this moment, his whole body seemed to change. Although he was still dressed as a village man, the momentum emitted from his whole body was definitely not comparable to an ordinary old farmer.

Han Mo's stick technique started with flowing water, but when he arrived, it seemed a little dull in some places and it was difficult to completely flow. Kou Zheng couldn't understand it, but the old man saw it very clearly. At first, he showed a bit of praise in his eyes, but later, he stroked his beard and shook his head slightly, looking a little dissatisfied.

He naturally didn't know that the eight-part stick technique used by Han Mo had already practiced skillfully before. At least the first four-part stick technique had realized the subtleties and could be integrated. Therefore, the flowing water that could be performed was not dragged on at all. However, after obtaining the fifth "Can's Stick Technique", the last three-part stick technique had been lost. Without the last three-part stick technique, the stick technique naturally became dull and stiff.

When the dog club technique ended, Han Mo stopped his power, but the old man showed doubt and frowned and asked, "Has the Nanyang King finished playing this set of stick methods?"

"What Han Mo learned is only here!" Han Mo said respectfully.

The old man pondered for a moment, as if he was thinking about something. Kou Zheng saw that he was deep and was about to speak, but he saw Han Mo shaking his head slightly and did not dare to say more.

After a long time, the old man slowly stepped forward and stretched out his hand. Han Mo immediately presented the wooden stick with both hands. The old man took the wooden stick and said lightly: "If you can get this set of stick techniques, you and I have a fate in the dark. Today is the last time I use a stick in my life. If you can remember it, it is the real fate. Otherwise, this stick technique will be lost...!"

Before Han Mo could finish his words, he had already floated to the melon field lightly, with the front point of the long stick, and the starting style was exactly the same as Han Mo. Han Mo stood solemnly, widening his eyes, knowing that this might be the greatest opportunity in his life, and he didn't dare to blink.

Compared to Han Mo's sharp and murderous stick technique, the old man's stick technique is much more peaceful, but the tyrannical aura contained in harmony is no less than Han Mo.

Kou Zheng's eyes were about to pop out. He looked at the 70-year-old man who was wandering around in the melon field, and even couldn't catch his shadow. He felt like he was in a dream.

How could an unknown old man have such a profound stick technique?

When he got the dog stick technique, Han Mo held his breath and did not dare to miss it at all. When he got the stick technique here, he would be dull and stiff, but the old man still demonstrated it very smoothly.

Han Mo thought the first five stick techniques were extremely exquisite, but today when he saw the old man practicing the stick techniques behind them one by one, he felt that the wind and thunder were faintly mixed with the aura of the mountains and rivers. The stick technique was far from being described as exquisite, which was really incredible and shocking.

Kou Zheng only saw people in the melon field uniting sticks, with stick shadows shining and people floating. He could no longer tell where the figure was, and where the stick shadow was.

When the old man closed the stick, his face was not red and his heart was not beating. Instead, Han Mo felt cold sweat from his head. I don’t know if he was shocked by the mystery of the stick technique or because he was too focused and became nervous.

After the old man finished the performance, he stood in the melon field and looked up at the sky. After a long time, he heard a "click" sound, and the wooden stick in his hand was broken into two pieces.

Han Mo stepped forward and was about to kneel down, but the old man said lightly: "It is better not to get too involved when we meet by chance."

Han Mo was stunned and then realized that the old man Xuanyuan Wuming had two disciples, but in the end he was hurt by the two disciples. He was naturally very cold to the art master.

"You have five parts, for snakes, tigers, frogs, bats, and dogs!" The old man said calmly: "What we performed today is dragons and elephants!"

"Dragon?Elephant?" Han Mo only realized at this time that two of the three stick techniques in the latter are "Dragon Stick Skill" and "Elephant Stick Skill".

But I suddenly felt confused again. Even if I added the two dragons and elephants, there were only seven. So what was the last one?

The old man naturally saw Han Mo's doubts and said slowly: "The last part of the Eight Stick Technique is the eight-part unity!"

"Eight divisions are united?"

"The first seven divisions are about momentum, and the last division is about meaning!" The old man stared at Han Mo: "The seven divisions can be given the power, but the eight divisions have no power. The eight divisions are united, which means that the first seven divisions transform the power into the meaning. If the meaning is united, the eight divisions will be united!"

Han Mo only felt that this sentence was mysterious, so he could only slowly understand it, bowed and said, "I remember it, my junior."

The old man stopped looking at Han Mo and returned to the cottage. When he came out, he had already brought a hat with a wine gourd around his waist. He slowly walked to Han Mo with a booklet in his hand, handed it to Han Mo and said calmly: "This is "The Heart-Cultivation Kung Fu". It is useless to stay by my side, but it's a pity to abandon it. If you like it, practice it... Maybe you can farm and fish like this with me at the age of 70..."

Han Mo knew very well that this "Heart Transformation" was not an ordinary skill, and it was even more mysterious than the "Qi Jing" he learned, the Chang Bible, and even the "Qingping Mantra" he received by Xiao Huaiyu, so he immediately worshiped and learned it respectfully.

When Kou Zheng saw the old man's ability and Han Mo's attitude towards the old man, he finally realized that the old man was an outlier, and immediately felt awe.

The old man handed over "The Heart-Cultivation Kung Fu" to Han Mo. He didn't look at him again and turned to Kou Zheng and smiled: "I will definitely pay you back the money I owe you, and I will never go back on my word. If you have time, you come to play chess and I will steam fish to entertain you!" Without saying anything, he left two people and walked slowly eastward.

He seemed to be walking slowly, but for a moment, he couldn't see his traces.

Han Mo put "The Heart-Cultivation Kung Fu" into his arms and bowed deeply to the old man's direction away. After a long time, he stood up straight and looked around. Then he took Kou Zheng away from here and returned to the royal city.

Han Mo naturally told Kou Zheng not to reveal a word about what he saw and heard today. Kou Zheng dared not to reveal it, and he agreed repeatedly.
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