Qin Xin was silent for a moment, his hand was taken out of the pocket of his black coat, his stiff short hair was flicked in the air, breaking the atmosphere that had become a little stiff and heavy, and he turned around and said, "I'll go and pour you a glass of water." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"Huh? Isn't there juice? Gao Ride wondered.

"Here comes the juice."

At this time, Luo Yu returned to the living room with a juice jar full of agate red liquid, and behind her was Qin Ye, who was pulling the hem of her clothes behind her with a frightened face.

"Mom, or ...... By the way, Xiaoli said last time that she liked to drink very much, so leave some more for her. Recalling the last strong acid experience, Qin Xin's tongue trembled involuntarily, and his hands hung in the air and gestured at a loss.

"Brother!"

The vivid colors broke into the air where the gray memories floated in the living room, and in the crisp clash of glassware, the Dyed Autumn Mountain Qin Mansion moved energetically in order to receive its guests.

At a restaurant that lights up stone lanterns with its windows closed during the day, two diners at the counter are still waiting for their guests.

"No wonder Fifth Uncle didn't let me charter the venue, no one came to this place at all." The young man who wore the watch on his wrist looked left and right, and in this small deep rock cafeteria, except for his uncle who was immersed in the spring rain salad, there was only the boss who stood in the middle of a circle of counters wearing a white apron.

Ignoring his nephew, he swallowed the last bite of the salad, the smooth vermicelli wrapped in thin strips of ham, black fungus, cucumber and egg skin mixed into a fresh taste that rained on the tip of his tongue, and a little scallion oil left a lingering fragrance in his mouth.

It's delicious, and sure enough, the spring rain salad should be put with a little scallion oil.

The middle-aged man in a dark suit had a look of great satisfaction on his face full of pleats and spots, and after a long time he opened his eyes and said:

"Eat without speaking, sleep without speaking, etiquette cannot be abolished, and harmony, even if it is between wine and restaurants, you can't lose your tutor."

Jing Hebi looked at the uncle who still had a little fan on the corner of his lips and said with a smile: "Isn't it you, the fifth uncle, who is usually the most rude, no matter what the occasion, as long as you are hungry, you will not say goodbye, and then go to a strange little shop to eat and drink, last time you were at the deputy prime minister's house, you scared people." "He and this uncle are very close, so there are no rules between words, and they are very casual.

Inoyu waved his hand to draw a short straight line on his chest, signaling him to be more serious.

"What I usually see is mediocre people, and they can't say anything if I don't have any informality, but the guests I'm going to see today -

It is Shaoling Du Si stop. ”

Inoyu lowered his voice thoughtfully, and then lowered his gaze between the bridge of Ino's nose and forehead, expecting to see his shocked expression, but what he was waiting for was ......

"Du Si stop? Who, is it famous? Jing Hebi was at a loss.

Jing Zhiqi was surprised in turn: "The brother of Du Ze, the current head of the Shaoling Du clan, don't you know that Du Sizhu among the Six Kingdoms of the Gods?!" ”

This, this...... Is it common sense? Jing Hebi smiled to hide his embarrassment: "Hehe, the names of these brothers are really interesting, one is called Du Ze, and the other is called Du Sizhu, which is completely incompatible." ”

Jing Zhiqi couldn't help but widen his eyes: "I heard my eldest brother say that you are too lazy to have fun and neglect to study, and it has come to this point."

This is the table word, the table word! Du Ze Du Sijin, Du Chuan Du Si stopped, in the year of the Black Temple, he persuaded the fifty-three forces in Yemai Henan to go north to cut down the mountains in the year of the Black Temple. Haven't you heard of the characters that will be included in the modern history of Qunsen after the ban on materials is lifted in the future? ”

Jing Hebi pretended to be suddenly enlightened and said: "It turned out to be him, Fifth Uncle, who still uses table words these days." "But I secretly slandered myself in my heart, the last time I opened a history book was in high school, even if he really entered modern history, I may not know.

"You ......"

"Fifth Uncle, what did you ask him to do, do you want to catch up?" Jing and Bi hurriedly changed the topic, lest his uncle start to criticize his plaything again for being discouraged and unlearned. It's not that I don't want to study, it's just that I've been busy raising new cats recently, and there will be a cat show in Kassel next month, so I don't have time to care about things that happened dozens or hundreds of years ago.

"I'm going to ...... It's not me who asks him out, it's him who asks me. ”

"I don't care how you made an appointment, uncle, I've been waiting for a long time." Jing Hebi raised his hand and looked at the gorgeous watch, and then at the inky blue cloth curtain at the entrance of the Deep Rock Canteen, "There is no sign of appearing at all, uncle, have you made an appointment?" ”

Du Cheng bowed slightly, and said softly to his uncle who was taking a nap on the sofa: "Uncle, aren't you going yet?" It's not polite to make people wait for a long time. ”

Du Chuan yawned and stared blankly at the ceiling: "It's not time to meet yet, so it's useless to go to see him now." Don't worry, he'll wait, there's nothing more important in Dijing now than meeting me. ”

He sat up wrapped in an old blanket and stretched, and said, "Junichi, it's boring for you to stand here silently, and you have nothing else to do except cover your uncle with a blanket, so it's better for your uncle to teach you the last sixteen hands now." ”

Du Cheng was a little surprised: "Is it okay now?" ”

Du Chuan didn't answer, and the drunkenness between his eyebrows was swept away, leaving only a solemn look.

Du Tang is familiar with this look, and his uncle is the only one who doesn't drink and laugh when teaching martial arts, and he is surprisingly serious. When he was a child, in the small courtyard left by his grandfather in Qingji District, Dijing, he had such an expression and taught himself the family martial arts little by little.

Uncle is right, he hasn't changed, he's lazy, he's unkind, he's strict.

After a solemn silence......

"Junichi, sixty-four hands, I don't seem to remember."

Du Chuan, who had finished thinking with his eyes closed, stretched his waist and said casually.

"How, how is it possible!" Du Tang opened his mouth and was stunned.

I saw Du Chuan take out a pair of glasses from the brown and red sofa sideways, put them on with his head down, and said in a very sad voice:

"Junichi, let's not hide it, my uncle has already suffered from an incurable disease in the hand-to-hand combat world last year......"

"Uncle, you." Du Tang involuntarily clenched his hands and looked at his uncle with worry.

Du Chuan sighed bitterly: "Alas, in fact, I have been mentally prepared for a long time.

My uncle is old, and he always lies down and watches TV and comics, and occasionally drinks two glasses, and excessive lipid peroxide accumulation, forgetfulness and presbyopia are inevitable! ”

He said and drank another glass: "Uncle is also very embarrassed, obviously for the sake of his health, he insists on watching half an hour of health programs every day."

But it says that there are people who die young from overwork, and there are people who die of depression due to lack of exercise, so do you want to exercise or not? It says that cherishing life should be kept away from alcohol, but life without alcohol is not worth cherishing at all, whether you should drink or not, my uncle is really distressed. ”

Du Tang couldn't help but excitedly pointed at the tip of Du Chuan's nose: "Less nonsense!" Uncle, you are a dignified seventh-order butterfly scholar, how can you be forgetful at this age! ”

It is true that there are many high-level butterflies who are old in appearance, but their physical functions are not inferior to those who are young, making them look old for more psychological and spiritual reasons.

"Hey, who told you that I was a seventh-order butterfly, paparazzi?"

"Uncle, you are already ......?"

Du Chuan yawned and waved his hand, and said, "Don't talk about this, Junichi, you can recite the sixty-four hands to me, haven't I been tireless in teaching you many times before." ”

Du Tang's scalp was numb when Du Chuan, who was wearing reading glasses and kind eyes, so he had to straighten his back and read out the names that his uncle taught him one by one:

"Garden grass, early flowers, night sighs, sunset, evening sunshine, to the snow, reflection, sorrow ......"

"Junichi, are you an elementary school student?"

Du Tang, who was immersed in memories, was awakened by this impatient voice, lowered his head, and found Du Chuan holding his chin and looking at him through reading glasses.

"Do you think Uncle needs you to memorize sixty-four two-word phrases?" Du Chuan said solemnly, "You are an adult who can watch the unabridged version, of course, you have to memorize the full name of the past dynasties!" ”

"Ahh The full name of the past generations?! ”

Du was caught off guard, just like a second-grade elementary school student who was asked by name in class about "how to explain the difference between the gravitational scale and the typical mass of elementary particles".

"Garden grass, small hundred and five festivals in the boat, early flowers, travel at night, sigh at night, play with the moon at sixteen nights, sunset, and Baizao gathering...... Didn't I teach you that? Only memorize the abbreviated excerpt, Junyi, you are still in the elementary school stage! Du Chuan looked disappointed.

"But, but the full name of the past dynasties is so long!"

The sixty-four hands of the Shaoling Du clan are called Dacheng sixty-four hands.

In 1040 B.C., the Du clan moved from the northern border barren to the Shaoling in the nine counties of Wangji for 1,150 years.

Under the snow layer, the tiny crystals melt and converge into a thorough and crystalline wisdom, and the trickle gradually converges into a lake and sea, when the accumulation of everything reaches a bottleneck, as if guided by the destiny of heaven, a newborn baby was born in this ancient family with martial arts in this year.

Many years passed, when the baby named Du Guangzu became an old man and was about to die, a peerless school that integrated the Du family's martial arts system came into being.

Du Guangzu, who was already a peerless grandmaster and an old man, felt that he had deduced the family martial arts to the extreme, and the great success was perfect, so he named this peerless martial art "Dacheng Sixty-four Hands".

But just when Du Guangzu felt that he had no regrets in his life and was ready to walk safely to the end, something unexpected happened to him......