Anyway, Zheng Ya felt that he was mentally abnormal, and he felt very scared in his heart, so when he saw the familiar farmhouse courtyard and his own home, tears couldn't help but flow out. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I'm back, and it's nice to be home.

In the distance, Zheng Ya shouted: Dad, Dad, I'm back.

Dad has limited mobility in his legs and should be at home.

Xiaoya, I'm back, come, come, come and see your Uncle Ma. Father's warm voice came from the courtyard.

Got a guest at home?

Zheng Ya quickly wiped his eyes, took a deep breath, pushed open the courtyard door, and walked in.

An ordinary, simple to poor courtyard, but Zheng Ya has a heartfelt kindness and peace of mind.

In the courtyard, my father did not sit in a wheelchair and weave bamboo mats as usual.

At this time, a square table was set up in the courtyard, and my father sat opposite a middle-aged man with a square face, as if talking.

Behind the middle-aged man, there stood a young man about the same as himself, with short hair, short sleeves, and wheat-colored skin, and the whole person looked full of energy.

At this time, he came in, and the three of them looked at him in unison.

Without looking at the two guests too much, Zheng Ya looked at his father, whose legs were still tenacious, although his legs were incapacitated, and his heart swelled with warmth, feeling that he had found a support, and the feeling of being at a loss when he suddenly got sick was reduced a lot at the moment he saw his father.

Settle down.

took two steps forward and stood behind his father, Zheng Ya resisted the urge to cry after being sick, and shouted: Dad, I'm back.

Before his father could speak, opposite him, the middle-aged Uncle Ma picked up the teacup, took a sip of home-made black tea, looked at himself with a scrutinizing gaze on his face, and said: Zheng Lin, this is your son?

Then he shook his head as if he was very dissatisfied: Weak can't help the wind, the lower plate is unstable, Zheng Lin, Zheng Lin, you are like this, your son is like this, I am very disappointed, very disappointed, very disappointed.

Uncle Ma's attitude was not very good, and the young man beside him showed a trace of disdain for himself.

Zheng Ya couldn't help but think that these two guests of his father didn't seem to be very friendly.

Ma Jun, Zheng Ya heard his father say: Xiao Ya has not practiced, don't compare him with your apprentice, those righteous battles back then are all in the past, forget about the past.

Forget about the past? A hint of red tide appeared on Uncle Ma's face: Back then, you Zheng Lin defeated Ma Jun three times, and you said that you were in the national art world, what did you say? I still remember it vividly, 'Tan legs, or should be respected by Shaolin', okay, I can't fight you, admit it, but when I succeed in cultivation, I will come to you again, you have actually become a cripple, hahaha, a dead cripple who has to rely on a wheelchair to walk

The father's face showed a hint of scorn.

Zheng Ya's heart instantly became angry.

Since he was a child, Zheng Ya hated what he hated the most was that others were in front of him, calling his father lame, his eyes glared suddenly, and Zheng Ya yelled loudly: Enough, you are not welcome in my family, get out.

Ma Jun faced his anger, smiled, smiled and clapped his palms: snap, and said loudly: Okay, there is a kind, Zheng Lin, it is really your son, a little bloody, Mahe, go, lead the Shaolin Tan leg of the Zheng family, be careful, don't hurt him too hard, hahaha

Zheng Lin propped up his hands on the wheelchair, but his legs were weak, and he reluctantly sat on the wheelchair again, and said in his mouth: Brother Ma, my son has not practiced martial arts

Seeing his anxious father, Zheng Ya couldn't help but think of when he was a child, remembering that at that time, his father also let himself learn zama steps, and he couldn't hold on, so he went to his mother to cry, and as a result, his mother had a rare big fight with his father, and then he never stood on the horse stake again.

Ma He had already heard the sound and moved, strode towards Zheng Ya, and said: Don't run, don't worry, I won't be too heavy, look at the legs

Without saying a word, Mach had already flown up one leg, his body spun, and a diagonal kick kicked towards Zheng Ya.

Zheng Lin sighed softly.

His eyesight can naturally see that Mahe's oblique kick is very standard, it is a typical Linqingtan leg move, his son has not practiced martial arts, I am afraid that he will be kicked squarely, it is estimated that even if he is not injured, he will have to lose face.

Zheng Ya's blood surged, and he also rushed towards Mahe.

Seeing that Zheng Ya was about to be kicked squarely.

Ma Jun was already smiling at Zheng Lin, who was anxious and earthy, and was constantly turning his wheelchair, and a burst of joy surged in his heart.

But at this time, Zheng Ya, who rushed out, underwent an unexpected change.

Zheng Ya seemed to hear himself saying: Dare to make a move on this champion, it is really looking for death, the left leg moves back, the right leg hits horizontally, out of the palm, and the middle acupoint is hit hard, ah, boy, what kind of pace are you moving, so much worse

Zheng Ya instinctively followed Zheng Guan's instructions and reluctantly attacked a palm.

The sound of the touch, a palm that was much worse than his own evaluation, but the effect was good.

Zheng Ya found that he had formed a strong palm and slammed it into Maher's chest.

And his right leg just pinned the leg that Mach had just landed.

Mahe, who didn't have time to react, screamed, and was knocked to the ground by his own palm, smashed with a loud bang, and snorted on the ground.

And that Ma Jun seemed to be incredible, his eyes were round, he stood up from the chair, pointed his hand at himself, and said loudly: What a Shaolin pusher, Zheng Lin, this is your son who has not practiced martial arts?

The father looked at him with a look of surprise, a little incomprehensible, and very surprised.

He had never practiced martial arts before, and his father must have wondered why he could defeat Mach so quickly with one move?

Seeing Ma Jun and his father, who were extremely surprised, Zheng Ya's heart turned over at this time.

Not long ago, he was only busy worrying about his illness, but he didn't think about the huge transformative changes that Zheng Guan's memory awakening could bring to him.

But just one move to knock down Mach made Zheng Ya feel very clearly that in his future life, I am afraid that with the awakening of the memory of his ancestors in the subconscious, earth-shaking changes will occur.

Of course, before that, he had to find a plausible reason to beat Mach.

At this moment, Zheng Ya only felt that his brain was beyond the norm, and he quickly remembered the past when he was a child, when he curiously flipped through his father's martial arts training album, and his heart moved.

With a slightly embarrassed expression on his face, Zheng Ya touched his head and said softly: Dad, I peeked at the Shaolin Arhat boxing technique you hid in the box and secretly practiced a few moves.

Zheng Lin suddenly sighed, looked at Ma Jun, and said with a smile: Brother Ma, you also heard it, he just happened to practice a few tricks secretly, you also saw it, he is not like a practicing family, Xiaoya, don't you help him up?

Zheng Ya sighed, took a few steps forward, and pulled Mahe, who was still humming on the ground.

As soon as he approached, Mach turned over with a harrier, hovered from the ground, kicked his legs, and attacked his face.

The leg came very hard, and I saw that I was about to be kicked.

Zheng Ya was shocked in his heart, and secretly said that it was over.

Zheng Guan's memory ran out again: bent legs, leaned back, strides diagonally, elbowed oh, hit the wrong position again, should be against his crotch

With a bang, Zheng Ya felt a slight shock on his elbow, and his elbow was already on the root of Mahe's thigh.

Mach was knocked over by himself, screamed, and fell to the ground, rolling on the ground with his legs crossed.

Ma Jun's face was blue and red, and he roared violently: Zheng Lin, you are very good, the son you taught is better, today I will humiliate myself, Ma He, get up, let's go.

Zheng Ya saw that Ma He stood up holding an injured leg, glanced at himself with a little resentment in his eyes, jumped on one leg, and followed the master out of the small courtyard.

And Zheng Lin looked at himself with a little surprise and surprise, a heartfelt smile appeared on his face, and he raised his voice and said: Brother Ma is easy to go, don't send it.

Outside the courtyard, Ma Jun's voice came from afar: Zheng Lin, you taught a good son, and you actually knocked down my third apprentice in two moves, very good, very good, after half a year, I will bring my eldest disciple Ma Hao to ask for advice again and say goodbye, and there will be a period later