Nangong Ling's constitution was very good, and he was very suitable for A gang of beggars.
This was Xie Lige's first thought when he felt the latter's pulse. Moreover, compared to the elders of A gang of beggars, Nangong Ling's greatest advantage was that he did not practice any other martial arts.
At the very least, the few martial arts that he practiced had not reached the peak.
At that moment, Xie Lige made up his mind to make Nangong Ling his successor in A gang of beggars. According to the storyline, Nangong Ling would take over A gang of beggars in the future. As for whether or not he would betray his master in the future, Xie Lige said that if such a day really came, he would make him understand what true despair was.
"Not bad!" Xie Lige withdrew his hand and said indifferently.
Nangong Ling chuckled and consciously sat next to the stone table. He picked up the wine cup that he had just drunk and refilled it. The wine tasted much better than the ones he drank before.
Unfortunately, as soon as he finished pouring, his ancestor spoke.
"Go get a stick!" Xie Lige said.
Palace Spirit didn't know what was going on, but she still ran outside obediently. She asked the person guarding outside for a rod, and then she waited there anxiously.
The words of the little prince of A gang of beggars were very useful. Not long after, the guard brought the stick that Nangong Ling asked for.
Nangong Ling took the stick and ran back to the pavilion in high spirits. He did not stop to rest and placed the stick in front of him.
Xie Lige glanced at it, then looked away. He picked up the wine jug next to him and drank a mouthful of wine. He wiped his mouth and said, "Take the stick and practice!"
"Ah?" Nangong Ling was startled. He took the stick and didn't know what to do.
Xie Lige put down the flagon and leaned against the pavilion's pillar. "Talent doesn't mean everything. A gang of beggars' kung fu doesn't only depend on talent. Staff techniques also depend on comprehension. Comprehension can only be seen through practice."
For many geniuses, even if it was their first time touching a weapon, their instincts would tell them what to do and how to unleash the greatest power. This was something they were born with. If talent could be made up for with hard work, then comprehension was really a gift from the heavens.
Some people were born to stand at a very high starting point.
Nangong Ling did not fully understand, but he roughly understood Xie Lige's meaning. This stick was for him to use, and the purpose was to see if he was qualified to learn the stick technique.
He had to be qualified!
Although Nangong Ling looked very candid on the outside, he was very proud on the inside. He could not help but ignite his desire to win against this kind of question that tested one's comprehension ability.
He picked up the stick on the table and walked down the pavilion.
Xie Lige held the flagon in one hand and sat beside the stone table in an unruly manner. He lazily watched Nangong Ling's next performance.
Nangong Ling was also a persevering person. He picked up the stick and based on the staff techniques that he had seen others use in his memory, he learned one by one and began to wave it. However, this stick was not something that a young master could wave. Moreover, Nangong Ling had never touched this kind of weapon before. When he first started to practice, he stumbled and the tip of the stick would always hit the ground. Sometimes, he would even poke himself if he was not careful.
However, his improvement was very obvious.
Xie Lige could clearly see that with the flow of time and the length of time he spent waving the stick, Nangong Ling was slowly adjusting his strength and angle every time he waved the stick. He went from being flustered at the beginning to being proficient, and then to mastery. Even though he was still a little awkward, he was like a different person from the beginning.
"Move back three inches!" Xie Lige suddenly said.
Nangong Ling's hand that was waving the stick paused. He moved his feet as he was told. Sure enough, the momentum of the stick was even more magnificent. He could clearly feel that his internal energy was much more refreshing than before, and he could save a lot of it. Even his footsteps were much lighter. He could not help but worship him in his heart.
The Old Ancestor was indeed amazing. He could see his shortcomings with just a glance.
He was much better than his elder brother.
Nangong Ling thought of the scene when he and his elder brother recognized each other. He blinked his eyes. At the beginning, he thought that his elder brother was already very powerful. He knew how to play the zither, go, calligraphy, and painting. He was famous throughout the world, and even his martial arts were better than his. Now that he thought about it, yes, although his elder brother was still better than him, there was a comparison group!
His elder brother was not as powerful as his ancestor.
Of course, Xie Lige did not know that his words just now had ruined the beautiful fantasy that a middle schooler had of his elder brother. Even if he knew, he would probably just smile and say a few words of encouragement. In short, he was currently squinting his eyes to observe Nangong Ling's every move. From time to time, he would say a few words of advice.
"Move up half an inch. Use your wrist. Don't use your arm!" Xie Lige looked at Nangong Ling who was using the stick to make an upward movement. He began to give advice.
Nangong Ling followed his instructions and made the same changes.
The two of them, one talking and the other doing, time quickly passed by.
The moon had already risen to the middle of the sky. The curtain of night was pitch black. There was only a faint fragrance of flowers around the pavilion. There were two rows of neatly arranged lampposts scattered around the pavilion. The lamps on the lampposts emitted a faint light. In the middle of the pavilion, Nangong Ling was practicing.
"It's about time. You can stop now."
Xie Lige raised his head and looked at the sky. He lowered his head and said to Nangong Ling, who was tired and sweaty.
"Yes, grandmaster." Nangong Ling obeyed and stopped. Then, he took the stick and ran to the pavilion.
"Have a seat."
Xie Lige still looked lazy. He held the wine pot and gently shook it, indicating that Nangong Ling should sit down.
After Nangong Ling sat down, Xie Lige took out a secret manual with a blue cover. When he saw that Nangong Ling's gaze was on the secret manual in his hand, he put it on the table and pushed it towards Nangong Ling's direction. "Do you want it?"
"This is?" Nangong Ling was stunned.
Xie Lige smiled faintly. "What do you think?"
Speaking of which, A Gang of Beggars was his first profession when he played Sword Three. When he first started playing, A Gang of Beggars just came out. He was very happy to be a father. Basically, he could help the other party with a series of combos. After playing for a long time, he had a deep relationship with them. When he saw a good seedling, he didn't mind helping his own sect to nurture a seedling.
Nangong Ling picked up the secret manual and flipped through a few pages. He saw that on the inside page, it said, "Innate and Heavenly Harmony, Postnatal and Heavenly Harmony, Postnatal and Heavenly Harmony,". Next to it was a large golden word, "Dragon Roars in the Ninth Heaven." He was stunned as if he was reading a heavenly book. However, his gaze continued to move downwards. Another sentence appeared in front of his eyes.
"Arrogant words, knowing how to advance but not retreat." Next to it was another large golden word, "Arrogant Dragon Regrets."
When Nangong Ling saw the name, he knew that this was the secret manual of A Gang of Beggars. Although he didn't understand the martial arts of A Gang of Beggars, he knew how powerful it was. This afternoon, he wasn't present at the scene. However, when the elders returned, they didn't hide it. They appeared in front of him covered in scars and in a sorry state. There was no need to say how profound the elders' martial arts were. To be able to force them to such a state, one could only imagine how exquisite A Gang of Beggars' mental cultivation method was.
Nangong Ling couldn't help but be moved. In his heart, he also understood the meaning of his ancestor.
The secret manual wasn't given for free. This secret manual was the secret manual of A Gang of Beggars. Once he mastered it, Nangong Ling would be inseparable from A Gang of Beggars for the rest of his life.
This condition wasn't difficult for Nangong Ling.
Since he was young, he had been taught by Ren Ci to focus on A Gang of Beggars. Most of the elders didn't have children. Now that a child had finally appeared, naturally, he would be highly valued. It could be said that Nangong Ling grew up completely under the expectations of the higher-ups of A Gang of Beggars. He also understood that his life was tied to A Gang of Beggars.
He flipped more and more diligently.
There was only one thing. When he first saw the secret manual, his face was filled with ecstasy. When he flipped to the first page, his face was a little stiff. When he flipped to the second page, his face fiercely twitched. When he flipped to the third page, he couldn't help but frown. After flipping a few pages, he simply stopped flipping page by page. Instead, he looked like he was browsing. He looked at the explanation of the moves in the secret manual.
There was only one sentence.
There was only one sentence for each move.
Nangong Ling's eyelids twitched. He closed the secret manual of A Gang of Beggars and raised his head to look at Xie Lige. This secret manual was written like a poem.
In particular, there was a move called Crazy Laughter. The explanation of the move below was simply insane. It was written as if it was a natural scenery tour.
A laugh overturns the rivers and seas, drunk on the heroic spirit.
It was very simple and crude.
When Xie Lige saw Nangong Ling's expression, he knew that the other party might not understand it. He smiled and looked at the latter's stiff face. "Do you know why I told you not to use the moves just now?"
"Most of the moves of A Gang of Beggars still rely on understanding!"
"I understand," Nangong Ling said.
Xie Lige looked at his listless eyes and didn't know whether he understood or not. He hesitated, but did not say anything. He only told him that if there was anything he didn't know, he could ask him when he practiced at night.
Nangong Ling naturally agreed. He couldn't ask for more. At the very least, it was very difficult for him to understand this secret manual, let alone understand it. Everyone knew how difficult it was to practice A Gang of Beggars. He just happened to have a rare person in front of him who could practice this technique. He would be a fool if he didn't ask.
He was not only a drunkard, but also a martial arts fanatic.
When he received the secret manual, he was very excited. He couldn't wait to go back to his room and study hard all night to understand the mystery of the technique. He immediately said goodbye to Xie Lige and prepared to go back.