The alarm sound of the mobile phone woke Ling Feng up, and he touched the phone with his eyes closed and turned off the alarm. He barely slept last night, and went to the toilet to vomit several times, until he vomited all the bitter gallbladder in his stomach before he felt a little comfortable. Lying in bed with a splitting headache, tossing and turning for hours, finally falling asleep, and being woken up by the damn ringing bell.

I don't know how long I haven't been drunk like this, except when I first went to work in the administrative department. It was only twenty-five or sixteen years old that he relied on some alcohol, and when he went out to socialize and drink, he did not refuse to come, until he was drunk and unconscious several times in a row, and he gradually understood that the government department could not finish drinking, and even if you had a sky-high amount of alcohol, he could also pour you down.

After being woken up, he couldn't sleep anymore, fumbling around and picking up a cup from the table and pouring a big sip of water before he felt a little comfortable. After a while, his stomach suddenly began to roll again, and he immediately rushed out of bed and ran into the toilet vomiting violently. He vaguely saw a person sitting on a chair by the window, and he didn't care, his brain was a mess at this time, how could he still think normally.

The house where Ling Feng lives is near where he works, it was originally used for his sister when she got married, and her sister moved out after the new house was renovated, and he didn't want to live with his parents, so he moved into this old house.

Finally vomiting out the contents of his stomach, Ling Feng staggered and stood up against the wall, turned around, and found that there was actually a person standing behind him. He was so startled that he slipped and fell to the ground. The man standing behind him quickly lifted him on his waist and stabilized his figure.

Ling Feng looked at the person in front of him, and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Standing in front of him was the old man who had been drinking with him last night.

At this time, Ling Feng's brain was a little short-circuited, and he snorted, "Old man, who are you?" After a while, he remembered that this was the person he had drunk with him last night, and said, "Why are you here?" Remembering how uncomfortable he was drunk, he asked, "Are you alright, old man?" ”

The old man didn't answer, but said, "Let's sit down and talk." ”

Ling Feng followed the old man into the living room, and the two sat down separately.

The old man asked, "Young man, it's been a long time since you've drunk like this." ”

Ling Feng scratched his head and smiled, not knowing how to answer, he couldn't think normally at this time.

The old man asked again, "Young man, this is not the first time we have met, do you remember me?" ”

This sentence stopped Ling Feng, he usually doesn't remember people very much, this is a shortcoming that bothers him very much, not to mention people who have only met once, some people have seen two or three times, and he still can't recognize them when they meet again. He was also very confused about his own shortcomings, and sometimes when he walked on the stairs and met the leader, he didn't know what to call it, so he could only bow his head and pretend not to see, and the scene was very embarrassing.

Ling Feng thought about it for a while, this old man really didn't seem to have seen it, and just as he was about to say that he didn't remember, a light flashed in his mind, and "touching the wine" made him seem to remember something. He clasped his head in his hands and fell into the memory.

Ling Feng had a wide range of hobbies in college, and for a while he was crazy about "punk", and the spirit of "punk" "use my words, use what I want to say, say my dissatisfaction, use my behavior, use what I want to do, to arouse the resonance of the crowd", deeply attracted him. Like many young people who are obsessed with "punk", Ling Feng also participated in a "punk" band and worked as a drummer, and although he played the guitar and bass well, he felt that the drummer's passionate performance was more expressive of his feelings. Every time the band performs, the audience can be driven by the overflowing passion in Ling Feng's drums, and shout, roar, and vent to Ling Feng's rhythm.

When I was a sophomore in college, "punk" bands from all over the country gathered in Beijing. Ling Feng still doesn't know who initiated this event, and he didn't go to the bottom of the reason and came to Beijing with the band. When he was in Beijing, Ling Feng communicated and studied with many young people who shared the same hobby, and he had both sympathy and disdain for each other, and he toured with the band in various bars in Beijing, and after the performance, he drank all night with the band members and new friends. It was at that time that a few friends from the north introduced "Touching Wine" to everyone, and soon "Touching Wine" became popular among "punk" bands.

At this time, Ling Feng vaguely remembered that once after getting drunk, he met a few gangsters who were scolding an old man, and the reason seemed to be that the old man accidentally bumped into one of the gangsters, and those gangsters didn't let go. Ling Feng didn't care a lot, he was outspoken, and fought with those gangsters, and in the end, although he was beaten to the point of bleeding, those gangsters were also beaten away.

Could it be that the old man who was saved at that time was the one in front of him, Ling Feng was not sure, after all, it was ten years ago, and he couldn't remember the appearance of that old man. However, he faintly felt in his heart that the old man in front of him was the one he had saved.

But his mind seemed to drift further.

He remembers that when he was in Beijing, he once stood at the entrance of the subway station with a guitar on his back and sang, singing both other people's songs and his own songs, maybe his hoarse voice was full of magnetism, maybe his maverick temperament attracted others, in short, he was surrounded by people when he played and sang, and even blocked the entrance for a while. He didn't remember much about the crowd around him, but the pure eyes of a girl were deeply engraved in his heart.

Thinking of this, he felt like a world away, at that time he would never have imagined that he would forget his once passionate youth in just ten years.

The old man's deep-set eyes were bright, and he seemed to occasionally flicker in the darkness, and he looked at Ling Feng's ethereal eyes, knowing that Ling Feng was a little distracted. He didn't speak, letting Ling Feng's thoughts drift around.

After a while, Ling Feng came back to his senses slightly, and said apologetically: "Old man, are you the one ten years ago?" ”

&Yes! The old man smiled.

Ling Feng was a little surprised, "How could it be so coincidental?" Then he was a little stunned, those friends who once thought they would never be separated had gone their separate ways, and he couldn't imagine that the unintentional act of kindness ten years ago was still remembered today, "I don't know what you have to tell me?" At this time, he didn't think that yesterday's encounter with the old man would be a coincidence.

The old man pondered for a moment, a complicated and inexplicable look flashed in his eyes, and said for a moment: "I want to take you as an apprentice." ”

Hearing this, Ling Feng didn't know what to say for a while, and a classic dialogue flashed in his mind: "Boy, look at your bones and be amazed, you are a ...... martial arts wizard who is unique in ten thousand." Ling Feng stared at the old man, maliciously guessing whether the old man would pull out a stack of martial arts secret books such as "Eighteen Palms of Descending Dragon" and "Yijin Sutra" from his arms.

The old man sat on the opposite side without moving, Ling Feng didn't think he was joking, and muttered, "What can you teach me?" ”

& Geography, Astrological Divination, Qimen Dunjia, Music Mathematics, what you want to learn, what I can teach you. The old man's words were unusually proud, "Of course, it also includes martial arts. ”

If someone else said this, Ling Feng would definitely laugh, but the solemnity between the old man's eyebrows and the pride revealed in his words made Ling Feng a little uncertain, "Astronomy, geography, astrology, music, and mathematics were all learned when I was in school. There are also some who are embarrassed to say that he only took 4> of the 150 points in mathematics in the college entrance examination

&Can what I learned in school compare to what I taught? The old man was a little annoyed, slapped his palm on the table, and with a "whoosh", a solid wood table was scattered all over the place.

Ling Feng's hand was propping up on the table, and he almost fell off the ground in a hurry, but he easily stabilized his body and hurriedly squatted on the ground to check the table. This table is still a piece of solid wood furniture that my parents would buy when they got married, and the furniture at that time was not beautiful at present, but it was absolutely sturdy. At this time, the four legs of the table had been broken into dozens of pieces, and the table top had also been split into four pieces. Ling Feng picked up a table leg and couldn't cry or laugh, and somehow remembered the picture of Wu Mengda smashing the table with one palm in order to trick Zhou Xingxing into learning martial arts.

The old man saw the doubts in Ling Feng's eyes, and he didn't make a sound, his hand waved quickly, Ling Feng only felt that his hand was empty, and the table leg was in the old man's hand. Before Ling Feng could figure out what the old man was going to do, he saw that the old man's hand was rubbed twice, and the table legs turned into crumbs scattered from his fingers, and in a moment, the table legs had disappeared from the old man's hands.

At this time, Ling Feng was dumbfounded, he had to know that the table leg was taken away from him by the old man, just now his hand clearly felt the strength of the table leg, but the old man turned the table leg into flying ash with a snap of his fingers, what kind of power is this. Ling Feng stood up in a daze, slowly walked into the bathroom, buried his head under the faucet and rinsed, he needed to calm down, he needed to calm down.

Ling Feng wiped the water on his head and returned to the living room, and after sitting down, he didn't know where to start, he was stunned for a moment and said, "You really know kung fu?" ”

Although Chinese martial arts have a long history, but where have people who grew up in modern times seen real kung fu, when he was a child, Ling Feng also dreamed of encountering an adventure one day and becoming a martial arts master, but as he grew older, this dream has long been discarded from his mind. In today's society, making money is the first priority, not to mention that there is no Chinese kung fu, even if there is, there are a few people who can endure the hardships to learn kung fu. Besides, in today's society, what do ordinary people do when they learn kung fu?

The old man nodded silently.

& Why do you want to pass on my kung fu? Ling Feng really doesn't understand, whether it is a film and television drama or a novel, it is the apprentice who asks the master to teach martial arts, how can there be a reason for the master to take the initiative to find the apprentice. Besides, how can there be love without a reason in this world?

The old man laughed dumbly. I don't know how many people have begged to teach martial arts to themselves, but now it's good, finding an apprentice actually seems to lack interest in kung fu. The old man has extremely high requirements for choosing apprentices, not only looking at talent, but also looking at character, but in today's society, how many people can have a chivalrous heart? Reluctantly, the character of the young man in front of him is also passable. The old man said, "Young man, do you have the heart to learn martial arts?" ”

Ling Feng was stunned, he was tired of the ordinary life day after day, but how would learning martial arts help his life? Is it the right to be the adjustment of ordinary life? He thought about it seriously.

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