"Oh, but I don't know what Boss Qi plans to perform?" Sun Dong asked with a smile.

"Haha, as a martial artist, it's naturally fist and foot kung fu." Uncle Qi laughed loudly, stood up, took off the long clothes outside and shook them casually, revealing the short clothes he was wearing inside, throwing the long clothes on the seat, and he came to the open space upstairs with a few arrows (this is the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, there is only one table in the space that can put five or six banquets, and the remaining open space is enough for him to toss).

"It's ugly." Holding his fists with both hands and saying a word about the scene, the uncle of the Qi family began to perform, the action at the beginning was still a board by board, which made people see clearly, but the speed was getting faster and faster, the wind hung in the palm of his hand, whirring and sounding, and then it was even faster to become a phantom, even the arms could not be seen clearly, and the wind brought by the fists and feet could even be felt by the three people outside Zhang Xu, even Sun Dong, who was not skilled in martial arts, could also see that the uncle of the Qi family was a real person.

After a punch and kick, the uncle of the Qi family gathered his hands to retract his momentum, his qi did not grow, his face did not change, and he showed solid skills.

"Good, good kung fu!" The first to applaud was the drunkard, and then Sun Dong, Qi Erye and others also shouted, the so-called insiders look at the doorway, and the laymen look at the excitement, and if they can't understand the Tao inside, it doesn't mean that they don't know what it means to be good-looking.

Returning to the table and sitting down again, holding a glass of wine and drinking it all, the uncle of the Qi family turned to the drunkard, "Crazy brother, you have also practiced kung fu, right?" He asked with a smile.

"Huh? Why did Boss Qi say this? The drunkard asked curiously.

"Hehe, it's very simple, you were on the spot when you shouted just now, not like Brother Sun, when you shouted at the most fancy fists and feet, if you don't know kung fu, it's impossible to understand the proportions, so I asserted that the crazy brother knows kung fu." The boss of the Qi family explained with a smile.

"Huh? Is it? The drunkard's face was still full of doubt, but his face did not look like it was pretending.

"It's not impossible. I remember listening to my miracle friend talk like a man. Human memory is divided into subconscious and conscious, and it is the latter that is usually lost when there is amnesia, while the subconscious mind is difficult to disappear. It's like a mad brother, although you can't remember your name and background, your chess skills are still strong, that is, because Go has become a part of your subconscious, even if you hurt your head and lose your memory, your superb chess skills are still retained. It's the same with fist and foot kung fu, when you first practice. Every move and every style still need to be thought of, but when you practice to be proficient, those moves become the natural reaction of the body, and when you see the opponent's attack, you don't need to think about it through your brain, and the trick of dismantling the attack has been used, otherwise in the actual fight, when your brain reacts, you don't know how many times you have been beaten. So. You may not remember that you practiced Kung Fu, but what you practiced has become your subconscious. Uncle Qi said.

"Well, it's not unreasonable to hear you say that." Thought about it. The drunkard said suspiciously.

"Hehe, it's not just reasonable, it's just too reasonable, let's give it a try. Maybe it will help you find out where you come from. Uncle Qi said with a smile.

"Heh, big brother, are you bragging? You're not really a doctor. How can you do something that even a doctor can't do? Second Master Qi said with a smile, amused by his eldest brother's whimsy.

Sun Dong and the drunkard also laughed, thinking that the idea of this Uncle Qi was too unreliable, could it be that this bottle of fragrant wine was too strong, and the Uncle Qi Family drank too much, and he was already drunk at this time?

"Heh, you are good at chess, and martial arts is my specialty. Let me ask you, if the name of the world's famous chess game is obscured, will you not be able to guess who the opponent is? Uncle Qi asked with a smile.

"Well, when the world's famous chess scores, even if you can't guess the name, the genre inheritance can probably be eight or nine without leaving ten." Second Master Qi thought about it carefully and replied - there are many famous players in the world, guessing people with chess, except for those top masters with maverick chess style and difficult for others to imitate, it is obviously bragging to say that they can guess, but all famous chess has traces to follow, and under careful study, the chance of guessing is still very great.

"Hehe, that's right. You are obsessed with chess, in addition to brewing wine every day, most of the time is spent on the study of chess, as the so-called art industry has its own specialty, so you have the confidence to say such things, and I focus on martial arts, and my eyes on martial arts are naturally very accessible. If the mad brother practices his fist and foot martial arts, maybe I can see his genre portal from it, and then trace the roots, not necessarily I can't find clues and find the life experience of the mad brother. Uncle Qi said with a smile.

"Oh, really?" It still sounds quite reasonable, Second Master Qi hesitated.

"Hehe, even if you don't recognize it, there's nothing to lose, is it?" Uncle Qi asked with a smile.

"Well, madman, what do you think?" Think about it, it's okay to try it and there's no loss, it's good to succeed, it's harmless to fail, it's all about the entertainment program of the wine banquet, although this approach may be inhospitable, but his eldest brother has personally performed boxing for everyone, so it can't be said to be rude.

"It's okay to try, but how do I do it?" Although he said he didn't care just now, how could he really not want to know his own life experience? The drunkard replied, "There is one in a thousand miles, what if it happens?"

"Hehe's very simple, just practice the boxing." Seeing that the drunkard agreed, the uncle of the Qi family was overjoyed and said busily.

"But, but I can't remember what kind of boxing I know, how do I practice?" The drunkard asked.

"Well, what are you like when you play chess?" This question made the uncle of the Qi family scratch his head, he is a martial artist, not a doctor, thinking of this method is just a whim, not that there has been any in-depth research, and now he can only cross the river by feeling the stones, and take one step at a time.

"Hmm", the drunkard frowned and wondered what kind of state he was in when he was playing chess, while the others waited patiently - everyone had the experience of amnesia to a greater or lesser extent, but there were not many experiences like drunkards who lost their memories for more than ten years due to a head injury, and in this kind of problem, it was up to the drunkards to solve it themselves.

"Well," the drunkard thought for a long time before he spoke again, "To be honest, I don't know, but when I see the chess game, those changes naturally pop up in my mind." (To be continued......)