It's not for nothing that the Lion City is known as the home of martial arts, as there is a strong martial arts ethos here, and there are descendants of all martial arts, including some unborn masters. Huangfu Yi took Wushuang out to see the world and learn from people, and he has been out for five days, but he has not yet left the Lion City.

Half a day ago, the two came to a village called Mengjiazhuang again. Here is the same as the small village where Huang Fuyi lives, everyone is still martial, and the men in every household are practicing martial arts since childhood, and not only men, some female relatives can also brush a few strokes, although they can't enter the house, but they also have a bit of strength.

After Huang Fuyi came here with Wushuang, he relied on his memories of walking past here to follow the winding path in the village, through the narrow alley, and came to a farmhouse courtyard. From the appearance, it is just an ordinary farm yard, if you want to say that it is special, that is, the yard is slightly larger than other farm yards, and there are a few more young people standing on piles in the yard.

Huang Fu Yi pushed open the door familiarly, and the moment his figure was revealed, five or six young people in the courtyard turned their heads to look at him in unison.

"I'm all practicing. Huangfu Yi greeted these juniors with a smile.

The expressions of several young people in the courtyard obviously did not recognize Huangfu and Wushuang.

Huangfu Yide hadn't been here for decades, and these young people naturally didn't know him. However, these young people have been practicing martial arts since childhood, and they are all quite knowledgeable people, and they know that these two people are definitely not simple - the old man has gray hair, and he looks dozens of years older, but he is in good spirits, and his eyes reveal the essence of light, and his posture is vigorous when he takes a step, and he stands tall and loose after standing. The boy is not very old, he looks like he is only sixteen or seventeen years old, but he is burly and majestic, the muscles on his body hold up his clothes high, and he is also a tiger when he walks, but just looking at the face of this young man, he somehow feels a sense of naivety.

Several young people in the courtyard stopped standing on their posts, and a young man who was thirty years younger came over, gave a fist salute to Huangfu Yi, and asked respectfully: "This old gentleman, may I ask you something?"

"I'm looking for Wang Quan. Huang Fu Yi said with a smile, about forty years ago, he had a fight with this martial artist called Wang Quan, Wang Quan's one-handed Xingyi Quan was practiced like fire, Huang Fu Yi has always remembered and admired him.

"You're not kidding. The young man's face was a little embarrassed, and he couldn't figure out whether Huang Fuyi did it on purpose, or if he really didn't know: "Old man Wang Quanwang died more than ten years ago. ”

"Dead?" Huang Fuyi frowned, and after secretly saying a pity, he asked again: "Then his son Wang Kan is still there, right?"

"Yes, yes. The young man nodded, and then asked, "May I ask the old gentleman, who are you ......?"

"The old man Huang Fuyi, who came here forty years ago to learn from Wang Quan, came here today with a little offspring to visit again, wanting him to have a long experience. Huangfu Yi pointed to Wushuang beside him.

"Mr. Huangfu, you can rest next to you. I'm going to find Grandpa Wang Kan. The young man asked the other companions to take Huang Fuyi to the side of the courtyard, where they sat down next to a few small stools and a small round table to rest. These small stools and round table traces of the class, apparently after years of wind and sun, these young people usually rest occasionally, and meals are carried out on this small stool and small round table.

Huangfu Yi sat on the small stool, and saw that Wushuang also sat down with a big grin, the corners of his mouth not only twitched lightly twice, but also shook his head secretly in his heart: he barely has to be regarded as Wushuang's uncle, he is his elder, and he usually cares about it at home, but at this time, in front of these outsiders, Wushuang is so unruly. How can there be a reason for a master and nephew to sit with a master and uncle? I also blame myself for patronizing to help him cultivate his strength, and forgetting to teach him these etiquette. Huangfu Yi was thinking so, and secretly scolded Shangguan Yu, why didn't you teach this kid the etiquette between the young and the old?

The other young people led Huang Fu Yi and Wushuang to sit down on a small stool, and then went back to their respective positions and began to practice again. It's just that because Huangfu Yi and Wushuang feel too unusual to them, these young people are secretly observing these two people, secretly speculating about their identities in their hearts.

Less than five minutes after Huang Fuyi and Wushuang sat down, the young man who ran away earlier helped a white-haired old man and walked out of the house tremblingly.

"Grandpa Wang, slow down. The young man saw that Wang Kan beside him seemed to be very anxious, and he was a little unsteady when he walked.

"Where are the people? Where are the people?" Wang Kan hunched his back slightly, his beard was already silver, and he looked very old, and at this time, this old man, who could not even walk independently, walked out of the house with the support of the young man beside him, his face was anxious, and he only hated how his legs and feet had become so unfavorable.

"Don't worry, don't worry. They were sitting in the courtyard. Can't go. The young man whispered. He also wondered in his heart, Grandpa Wang Kan has always been steady, he has lived for such an age, and how many ups and downs he has experienced, that is the master of Mount Tai who collapsed in front of him and his face did not change, he usually never panicked, why did his face change greatly when he heard the words 'Huangfu Yi' just now? What is the way that the old and the young can make Grandpa Wang Kan, the most respected old man in the village, become like this?

With a stomach full of questions, the young man helped the old man Wang Kan into the courtyard and slowly came to Huangfu Yi.

"It's really you, the emperor's senior. Wang Kan looked at Huang Fuyi, whose face was still the same, and couldn't help but burst into tears: "My father used to tell me that you are always different from us laymen and martial artists, I didn't believe it at the time, but now when I see it, I finally believe it." You're a true martial artist, and we deserve to be called martial artists. ”

"You're welcome. Huang Fuyi seemed to have heard similar words, and there was nothing abnormal in his expression, and he said politely: "I just heard this little doll say that Mr. Lingzun Wang Quan passed away more than ten years ago, and I am deeply saddened by this. Ling Zun is also a respectable opponent. ”

"Where, where. Wang Kan trembled and waved his hand: "When my father was dying, he also mentioned you, saying that he couldn't listen to you and revise his cultivation method according to your suggestions, and he regretted it very much. He also said that you are the most brilliant martial artist he has ever seen in his lifelong martial arts career. Now that I see you, you are still in style. ”

The young people in the courtyard surrounded Wang Kan when he came to the courtyard, and they all regarded Grandpa Wang Kan as the most respected person. They were all curious about the identity of this old man and young man, and he deserved to be greeted by Grandpa Wang Kan in person. When they saw that Wang Kan had come to Huang Fuyi sitting firmly on the small stool motionless, and Wang Kan did not have the slightest displeasure, and even looked respectful, they felt that things were not so simple.

When everyone heard the conversation between these two old men, their jaws dropped even more, Wang Kan's respect for Huang Fu Yi between his words, and Wang Kan's father, Wang Quan's high evaluation of Huang Fu Yi, as well as Huang Fu Yi's indifference to Wang Kan's respect and praise from Wang Kan, all made them feel incredible, even sitting next to him, Wushuang, who had never looked down on Huang Fu's old coward, also felt strange: This old cowardly bag turned out to be so powerful?

"If I was lucky enough to get a glimpse of some ways to practice, I could live for two more years. Huangfu Yi waved his hand, and then directly talked about the purpose of his visit: "I will visit you for a long time, and the old man is very nostalgic for the Xingyi Fist of your place. At the beginning, Ling Zun's Xingyi Fist had reached the realm of Dengtang entering the room, which made the old man envious. In the past few decades of parting, the old man often thinks of Ling Zun's demeanor, so he came here today to appreciate the style of Xingyi Boxing again. ”

"This ......" Wang Kan showed a look of embarrassment on his face: "My father has passed away for more than ten years, and I, alas, am ashamed to say that I have cultivated for most of my life, but I still can't reach half of my father's realm. And I can't dance anymore. I'm really sorry, I'm afraid you'll have to run this trip in vain."

"No, you're mistaken. It's not that the old man wants to talk to you. Huangfu Yi shook his head and pointed to Wushuang, who was sitting next to him with an attitude that didn't care about himself: "It's this little doll." The old man wanted him to appreciate the boxing moves of Xingyi Boxing. ”

"Me?" Wushuang was looking at the excitement, and was suddenly brought out as the protagonist, and some didn't react, and after he came back to his senses, he remembered that this time he really came out to find someone to learn from him, so he changed his words again: "Ah, that's right." I want to fight Xingyi Boxing. ”

"Good, good. So that's what happened. Wang Kan looked at Wushuang with envy in his eyes: "To be accepted as an apprentice by Huangfu's predecessors, there must be something extraordinary." What a young hero. ”

These two sentences praised Wushuang a little embarrassed, although he was not Huang Fuyi's apprentice, but he was still very happy to be praised like this, so he didn't bother to argue. Huang Fuyi glanced at what Wushuang looked like, and snorted angrily in his heart: Heroic fart!