After listening to Pei Changhe's words, Pei Feng couldn't help but be moved, but he still didn't know what kind of language to use to comfort this old man who missed his wife, because from the perspective of missing his relatives during the New Year, he was not happier than Pei Changhe.

Pei Feng was a human being in two lives, and when he was shot to death in his previous life, it was the age of the greatest responsibility, which can be said to be old and young, even if he has become another teenager a hundred years later, how can he not miss his relatives in the dead of night?

In a trance, Pei Feng actually had a different idea, that is, in the modern era a hundred years later, to find his true relatives and his real family.

But after thinking about it, Pei Feng's heart had another kind of resistance, "Time has passed, even if I find my former relatives, what can I do, do they still know me?" ”

In front of him, Pei Changhe had already come back to his senses, rubbed his face with his palm, and said with a wry smile: "Really, your grandmother has passed away for more than ten years, and grandpa is still making hypocrisy here, is it really old and his heart is not as hard as before?" ”

Obviously said so, but the moment before he rubbed his face, Pei Feng saw a layer of tears in his eyes, and for a while, his heart was full of feelings, and he didn't speak, just picked up the brush that Pei Changhe put down before, dipped it in the inkstone, and spread out a brand new piece of rice paper, and sprinkled pen and ink on it.

"Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian. Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring. There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking. Can this be recalled? It's just that it was already clear at the time. ”

sprinkled with a song of Li Shangyin's "Jin Se", the ruthless past of flowing water, and the tender memories were all placed in every grain of pen and ink on the rice paper by Pei Feng, and then gently put down the brush and looked at Pei Changhe with a smile, only to see that the corners of the old man's eyes were trembling extremely unconsciously and unconsciously trembling, and I don't know what kind of memories Li Shangyin created after his wife's death.

"Can this be recalled? It's just that it was already clear at the time. ”

Pei Changhe looked at the last sentence on the rice paper in a daze, and slowly muttered in his mouth, the picture was embarrassing.

Pei Feng knew very well that a person should not be too obsessed with the emotional pain of the past, otherwise the harm to the body would be beyond the imagination of ordinary people, so after secretly adjusting his breath, he looked at Pei Changhe and changed the topic: "I heard, grandpa, you are also quite accomplished in boxing, why don't you take advantage of this time before dinner to point at Xiaofeng?" ”

Pei Changhe, as an old man, of course, knows best the great harm that emotional pain brings to the body, and immediately presented Pei Feng's feelings, swept away the haze in his eyes, and laughed loudly: "Okay, good boy, grandpa sees that you have made such progress in calligraphy and affection, and his heart is indescribably happy, not to mention that he has been with you twice, even if he teaches you all the gossip palms that grandpa has practiced for many years, what can he do." ”

As soon as these words fell, Pei Feng's eyes immediately flashed with joy.

He had already seen that Pei Changhe was a master of boxing, not to mention anything else, just looking at the appearance of the old man, he was nearly seventy years old, his hair was combed neatly, and although the skin and wrinkles on his face were raised, there was no eye bag that ordinary old people should have, especially the temples and those eyes, the former was bulging and round, not to mention, those eyes were more shining than ordinary young people, obviously it was because there was a vitality in the dantian all the year round, which would form such a reason.

At this time, the old and the young had already left the front and back of the desk and came to a more spacious place in the center of the study.

When the old man stood up, Pei Feng did not delay, his anger sank into the dantian, and his heart sank, so he stepped forward quickly, and at the same time, his hands under his ribs were like arrows, like swimming snakes, quickly wiped the air, and put it on the old man's hand.

The old man saw that Pei Feng was like electricity, and captured his footwork and shoulder and neck movements, his eyes lit up slightly, and he said in his heart: "What a skillful boxer!" ”

The next moment, as soon as he stepped away, his body moved slightly to the side, and he also put his hand on it, but it was not two, but only touched his right hand to Pei Feng's left hand.

Just when the backs of the two of them were put together, Pei Feng suddenly felt that the pores on the back of the old man's hands were in vain, and in an instant, the hairs on the back of his hands seemed to have turned into thousands of steel needles, all of which were slightly stabbed, and they were all hidden together, just like lotus seeds hidden in the lotus canopy, and rainstorm pear flower needles hidden in the hidden weapon!

In this way, Pei Feng immediately stopped, took a step back honestly, and said with a wry smile: "Grandpa is really amazing, I admit defeat." ”

Pei Feng didn't expect that Pei Changhe's boxing skills had actually reached the realm above the dark energy, and as soon as his mind moved, he could mobilize the dark energy to move on the hair follicles, so that the enemy was not fighting with a person at all, but with a killing machine full of steel needles.

Pei Changhe's current strength, at least in the upper echelons of Huajin, even if it was Pei Feng in his previous life, it could not be compared.

Just now, Pei Feng used the most typical hand-holding gift in the older generation of martial arts, which means to test kung fu, not a real martial arts competition.

In the martial arts of the old period, especially the Republic of China period that Pei Feng was familiar with, if two people tried kung fu, they didn't need to fight at all, they only needed to join hands to know the depth of each other.

As for the kung fu that you have to fight to try the opponent's kung fu, it is all inferior boxing, and it is usually disdained by real boxing masters, because once the real fight starts, it is a real competition, and the real competition has to tear your face, that is, life and death fighting, you live and die, unceremoniously.

In this way, it inevitably creates a false impression that the outside world is rumored to be Chinese kung fu, which only moves its mouths and does not use its hands.

But how do they know that testing each other's kung fu by joining hands with each other is already a heart-to-heart competition with each other, rather than having to fight to the death.

This is Chinese boxing, regardless of victory or defeat, life and death.

People are like drinking water, and they know their own warmth and coldness.

Right now, the old man looked at Pei Feng with a smile, nodded and said: "You kid is not bad, at a young age, you have touched the threshold of Mingjin, it seems that you have got the true inheritance, let's say, how many years have you been learning boxing?" ”

"Two years." Pei Feng paused and said.

"Two years?" The old man raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Lying, with your qualifications, in two years, it is possible to penetrate Ming Jin, I think, you have practiced this kind of proportion until now, at best, it is only half a year, right?" Tell me, who is your master? Don't be so mysterious. ”

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