When the willow trees outside the courtyard drooped their long branches, knowing that they were singing happily, the height of summer had arrived.

The small courtyard paved with bluestone slabs is still the same as when it was first rented two months ago, except that the old tree in the courtyard is already verdant and lush, sprinkling shade.

Ren Xiaoyao was wearing a white practice uniform, and he was calmly playing Xingyi Boxing, boxing is a part of his life, and he can't do without it in this life.

In the past three months, he often goes to the noodle stall to eat a bowl of noodles, and when his husband is not busy, he chats with him for a while, which can often calm his ups and downs caused by crankiness.

The father-in-law's surname is Liu, and his name is forbearing, saying that when his father and mother named him, he hoped that he could endure what ordinary people could not bear, and no matter how difficult he encountered, he could walk down safely. He really lived up to the name, and all the hard days came.

After such a long time, the two have become very acquainted, during this period, Ren Xiaoyao has not seen the lotus-like girl again, and I heard the old man say that he was afraid that she would be in danger when she came out alone, so he let her stay at home.

The more he went deeper, the more Ren Xiaoyao discovered that the old man was extraordinary, and the latter seemed to have some power that had always attracted him, so that he couldn't help but be willing to listen to the old man's words and listen to those ordinary and extraordinary life experiences.

Liu Daoren is sixty and eight years old this year, and he is about the same age as his grandfather Ren Qingyun, and sometimes he misses his family, and with him, his heart will be much better.

Ren Xiaoyao is humble and gentle, such a character is very popular with the elders wherever he is, two months ago, when he came to eat noodles again, Liu Daoren would no longer accept him for noodles, no matter what he said.

In desperation, Ren Xiaoyao had to "pay" the face money in other ways, and would always help the old man to fight for a while, so that he also came into contact with the pedestrians who came and went, listening to them speak with the accent of Tiannan and Haibei, complaining, and happy.

Boxing is practice, and being a helper is also practice, and gradually, Ren Xiaoyao also developed a habit.

When walking on the crowded central street, Ren Xiaoyao had already changed into a cloth dress, the material was not bad, but it was by no means good, in the crowd, except for that face, his temperament was not far from others.

If he were now, when he first saw Ip Man, he would never let him perceive his strength, and he was already in a state of faintly returning to the basics.

People who practice martial arts are roughly divided into three levels, which are bright energy, dark energy, and chemical energy. In fact, there is no up and down of the three kinds of strength, but the requirements for people are up and down, according to the real world, Ming Jin is something that most people can practice, as long as they are exposed to martial arts, they can use those foreign boxing that is purely boiling strength.

And the dark energy needs an inner fist to practice.

Like the division of strength, there is no distinction between inside and outside, let alone good or bad, but there are differences in practice methods. That is to say, the inner fist is good at nourishing qi, and the outer fist is not good at nourishing qi.

Nourishing qi is also health preservation, that is, the maintenance and care of the body.

Human force is generated by the muscles of the body, and the contraction of muscles is related to the mitochondria in the cells, which in turn need the supply of oxygen, which has great requirements for blood flow rate.

The essence of exerting force is the pumping of blood from the heart and the supply of oxygen to the whole body, thus generating strength.

The inner fist is good at controlling the body in a state of "one hair and one receiving", while the outer fist only sends but does not receive, which is why those martial artists who only practice strong external skills often do not live long.

Boxing is not only the art of the enemy, but also the art of health preservation, and the real boxing method is easy to live to be seventy or eighty years old.

Although Ren Xiaoyao was already in a state of peak dark strength before, he was in a state of "sharp edge", this state has nothing to do with his own personality, but gives the first impression of people who are also practicing martial arts, so Ip Man and the injured young man he met in the real world can see at first glance that he is not simple.

If it is a chemical strength, then the temperament of the whole person will be completely converged, and the kung fu will be practiced to the bone marrow, and there will be no vision at all from the appearance, and the most basic thing is that the temples will no longer bulge high, making it difficult to distinguish.

So those real martial arts masters, a generation of grandmasters, you often see him is no different from ordinary people, his eyes are also dull, if you don't do it, you won't know how powerful they are, if you wear a linen clothes, you are no different from the old farmers in the countryside. But as soon as you make a move, it will be like thunder and make people shudder.

Immovable as water, moving as a mountain, that's what it says.

Ren Xiaoyao didn't embark on this road at first, but since he communicated with Liu Dao Shinobu three months ago, he slowly embarked on this road, and unconsciously moved forward slowly on it, so his temperament at this time changed so obviously. Of course, he himself is not fully aware of the reason for this change, but he only thinks that getting along with his husband will make him feel calm, so he will come to the noodle stall every day.

Before he approached the noodle stall, he vaguely smelled the fragrance, and there was a slight saliva under his tongue.

When there are still more than ten meters away from the noodle stall, you can already see Liu Daoren's busy figure, and there seem to be more guests today, so the old man is busy for a while.

At this time, Ren Xiaoyao suddenly realized that something was wrong, and Liu Daoren's movements seemed to be a little less neat.

"Huh...? Why is Liu Lao's face so pale? He was suddenly taken aback and found that Yanagi Shinobu was sweating profusely on his forehead.

He could clearly see that Liu Daoren's state at this time was extremely wrong, and there was a faint pain in his expression, as if he was trying his best to endure the physical discomfort.

"No, I need to hurry up and let him rest for a while." Ren Xiaoyao decided in his heart, and suddenly trotted up, attracting the surprised eyes of others.

In the noodle stall, Liu Daoren only felt that the headache was unbearable, and the whole person's spirit was a little trance, he knew that this was his illness again, so he was ready to hold on, and now half an hour has passed, according to the usual, it has already subsided, why is it still hurting? Could it be that I forgot to bring the small cloth bag again? He touched his chest, no, there it was.

At this time, he saw Ren Xiaoyao running from not far away, and knew that it was this kid who discovered that something was wrong with him, and just wanted to smile at that side and tell him that he was fine, but unexpectedly, the sky was spinning, and the whole person could no longer control the fall towards his feet, and his consciousness fell into darkness.

When Liu Dao was crumbling, Ren Xiaoyao had already come to three meters away, he saw that the former's condition was not good, his face was already anxious, he no longer controlled his speed at the moment, and his feet were violently forced, and he jumped to the old man's side and helped him before he fell.

He was slightly surprised by this contact, because the old man's arm was unexpectedly hard, not at all as fragile as it seemed on the outside, but at this time he was not allowed to think about it, he put the old man on his back, and ran to the nearest medical center on his back, and he couldn't even take care of the noodle stall.

The noodle stall is located on the west side of downtown Foshan, and the nearest clinic is on the other side of the same street, about two or three miles from here.

Although Liu Daoren's old man looks thin and weak, his height is only less than one meter seven, but on his shoulders, Ren Xiaoyao found that it is really not light, I am afraid that it is not one hundred and forty or fifty pounds, according to modern physiology, this is a manifestation of bone density greater than ordinary people, generally speaking, only a martial artist like him will have such a situation.

However, even if it is him, the bone density at this time is only slightly higher than that of ordinary people, and he has not yet reached the point of refining bones into the marrow, and he is still at the level of muscle training.

There was no time to think about it, at this time, Liu Daoren's old man's situation was unknown, so Ren Xiaoyao put aside the nonsense in his mind, and ran to the east after distinguishing the road.

"Let's let, let's let's, trouble let's let..."

There were many pedestrians on the road, and Ren Xiaoyao didn't have the time to hide from people to make way, so he had to give a reminder to save time.

Pedestrians heard the sound behind them and saw that the situation was wrong, most of them gave way out, even if there were a few who didn't have time to react, they were bypassed by Ren Xiaoyao with footwork.

Fortunately, Ren Xiaoyao's strength was long, and the mile-long road did not make him physically exhausted, and he kept maintaining a very high speed in front of the "Rejuvenation Hall".

The Rejuvenation Hall is a time-honored brand, and its opening in the bustling area of the city center proves that it has a skilled doctor, and many patients are waiting in the antique porch at this time.

Ren Xiaoyao didn't stay, and entered the inner door directly from the door, and when others saw that he was carrying the old man on his back, his condition was critical, and no one made a sound of accusation.

"Doctor! Doctor! Ren Xiaoyao shouted inward.

Soon, a white-haired old man in a medical robe walked out, obviously knowing that the situation was more anxious.

The old man glanced at Liu Daoren, who was lying on Ren Xiaoyao's body, and saw that his will had been lost, his face couldn't help but change, and he said in a deep voice: "Come with me over there." ”

The old man took Ren Xiaoyao to a small cubicle, where there was a bed, Ren Xiaoyao put Liu Daoren on the bed, and asked a little anxiously: "Doctor, patient..."

"Don't worry, I'll give him a pulse first." The old man smiled kindly, stretched out his hand to interrupt Ren Xiaoyao's questioning, and then stepped forward and put his two fingers on Liu Daoren's right hand.

Ren Xiaoyao held back his anxiety and watched quietly from the sidelines, and he found that as the time passed to check the pulse, the old man's calm expression gradually relaxed.

After the old man took the pulse, he opened Yanagi Daoren's eyelids and looked at it, and then checked other places.

After the situation was roughly understood, the old man groaned a little and asked, "Has this old gentleman ever suffered from a head disease?" ”

"Yes." Ren Xiaoyao nodded, Liu Daoren had told him that he often felt uncomfortable, but he didn't expect it to be such a serious situation.

"That's right, he's fine, it's just that the stubborn illness and overwork of the years have made his body unbearable, so just go back and pay attention to rest. I'll prescribe you a few prescriptions for conditioning your body, and you will go to the pharmacy to grab the medicine later, once in the morning and once in the evening, and boil it for Ling to take it. The old man finished speaking slowly, picked up a pen and paper and wrote down the prescription.

"Thank you, doctor." Let it go.

The old man waved his hand, then put away his things and left.