Drizzle, falling down.

Under the eaves, Bai Lao drank green tea lightly.

Staring at Lin Mo in the courtyard, he asked curiously.

"Do you think he can comprehend the profound meaning?"

The Shou Bo on the side shook his head.

"Master, you can make it difficult for me.

I don't know anything about martial arts. "

An excuse for Shou Bo.

Bai Laohui rolled his eyes.

"I'm so old, how can I still be so shameless as before.

Your ability to tell nonsense with your eyes open is becoming more and more prosperous. "

"Master, you wronged me..."

Uncle Shou was about to explain, but he didn't finish speaking, and suddenly paused.

At the same time, he noticed that the surrounding aura had changed.

Mr. Bai also put down the tea cup in his hand and turned his eyes to the courtyard.

Under the rain curtain.

Lin Mo slowly opened his eyes, and the spiritual power in his body continued to roll.

Under the gaze of the two, he slammed a punch straight ahead.

The cyclone suddenly broke through the rain, and a vacuum area appeared magically where Fist Shadow passed.

After a short pause.

Lin Mo's figure moved again.

With one foot out, the whole body trembled in a drizzle.

At this time, his fists and kicks came together, and Baijia Sanshou seemed to have been re-enacted by him.

The shape has seven points, and the momentum enters three points.

And as Lin Mo imitated one by one, the rain in the sky couldn't even get close to him.

"this?"

incredible!

Seeing that Lin Mo actually realized the profound meaning of Baijia Sanshou tricks.

Bai Lao's face was full of shock.

When he was young, he comprehended this trick. After more than half a month, he was boasted of being a martial arts genius once in a hundred years.

Now look at this Lin Mo.

He only demonstrated for half an hour, plus his own insights.

It's only an hour before and after.

"Uncle Shou, we are really old.

Today's young people can no longer judge with common sense. "

In his early twenties, he has cultivated unparalleled medical skills.

This shocking thing is enough to make people stunned.

What's more terrifying is that this kid Wu Xiu's capital is also called an evildoer.

Thinking of this, Mr. Bai could only keep shaking his head.

On the other side of Lin Mo, after completing all the twelve forms of Sanshou, he began to return to his fist and regain his breath.

It has to be said that as the core martial arts of the Bai family, this Sanshou is indeed extremely tyrannical.

Simply put, it is fast, ruthless, and fierce.

The only pity is that although these twelve forms are already perfect.

But Lin Mo always felt that something was missing, yet he felt that kind of indescribable feeling.

Just as he thought.

The old man on the opposite side shouted.

"Boy, now that you have understood the profound meaning.

Be familiar with it later.

Come here to hide from the rain and drink some hot tea.

If it has been raining all the time, the iron-struck body will not be able to hold it. "

When Lin Mo came to the coffee table, Uncle Shou handed over the wiped towel.

"Thank you, Uncle Shou."

"Boy Lin, you don't have to guess too much.

These twelve forms are only part of Sanshou, not complete. "

Speaking of Mr. Bai, he poured tea and pushed it over.

Hear the explanation in vain.

Lin Mo didn't answer the conversation immediately. Since Mr. Bai did this, there must be his reason.

Sure enough, after being silent for a while, Mr. Bai spoke again.

"The Bai family Sanshou is the martial arts of my Bai family.

It's not an exaggeration to say that it is a family heirloom.

And the family has discipline, this school is passed on from the male to the female, and the direct is not to pass on the branches. "

"Although I only taught you the first twelve styles.

But you also count as my direct disciple, half of the Bai family.

Do you understand that? "

Nodded.

Lin Mo immediately understood, without saying a word, he bent down.

He handed the seventy percent tea to Mr. Bai.

"Master Bai, please have tea."

This etiquette is the gift of thanking the teacher.

Lin Mo naturally understood what Bai Lao said.

The Tao is not lightly spread, and the technique is not easy.

As the martial arts passed down from generation to generation in the family, it is impossible to pass on because of emotion and reason.

And Bai Lao's twelve Sanshou styles are just a cover.

More of it is actually the core meaning of teaching Lin Mo's martial arts.

At the same time, this is also a fetter of Lin Mo, the friend of the old friend.

From then on, Lin Mo called him a master.

The old man will protect his life.

This is the real intention of Mr. Bai, and it is also a return to Lin Mo's treatment. JrNovels.com