The next day, even on Saturday, Shen Yu still got up early.

At five o'clock, he put on his sweatshirt and hood, put on a pair of sneakers that had long been outdated, and jogged out the door.

The goal of Shen Yu's morning run is a sports park located in the south of the center of Xiazhu.

Although it was still early in the morning, many places in this sports park, which covers a large area, have been occupied by aunts and uncles who are not much sleepy.

Only on the rubber track built around the park can you see a few young people wearing headphones and jogging in sportswear.

Shen Yu breathed white gas in his mouth, and ran all the way from the door of his house into the park.

He didn't stop and came to the pine forest in the corner of the park.

There is a huge field of pine trees, each of which shades the sky as if it were more than 100 years old, creating a small corner of the park that the sun cannot reach.

And on a bench in the shadows lay an old man in a tattered cotton robe.

Shen Yu ran straight in front of him, and before he reached the corner of his mouth, he couldn't help but smile.

It was an extremely rare moment for him to smile on his own initiative.

"Master, get up, there's something delicious."

Shen Yu said, taking out an object wrapped in oiled paper from his sweatshirt pocket.

Although I couldn't see what was inside, the rich fragrance filled the air around me, making the old man lying on the bench move his nose slightly and sit up with a "poof".

"Hey~good boy~! Even if I didn't hurt you in vain~~ Donkey meat is burned? Hurry up~~ but starve me to death~! ”

Although the old man in front of him was wearing a bloated and wide cotton robe, it was not difficult to guess from his thin cheeks and skeletal palms that he must be very thin.

In addition, the beard under his forehead was messy and hung down to his chest, and most of the gray hair on his head was coiled on the top of his head, and he was tied in a bun like a Taoist priest.

But Shen Yu knew that he was obviously not a Taoist priest.

The old man who taught him Bajiquan said that he only tied his hair like this because he was too lazy to wash it.

The old man has no family, no name, not even a place to live.

From the first time Shen Yu met him, he lived in the pine forest of the sports park, lying on a bench.

Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, wind and rain, the elderly are like programmed robots, staying here every day and repeating themselves.

But just a year ago, the old man said that he no longer had anything to give to Shen Yu, and he didn't have to come to the park in the future.

But even though he said so, Shen Yu still habitually jogged here every weekend morning to bring all kinds of delicious breakfasts to the elderly.

"Master, the weather is getting colder, you can take this two hundred yuan and buy a down jacket."

Shen Yu said and sat next to the old man and took out two red hundred-yuan bills.

The old man was not polite, grabbed the banknotes and crumpled them into paper balls and stuffed them into his pockets, but said vaguely: "I am half of the person who has entered the ground, what kind of down jacket do I buy?" It's enough to have this torn padded jacket~!

But.... I can use the money you pay to the master to buy two catties of soju~! Doesn't that thing work better than a down jacket?

Especially when it's snowing, take a sip and feel like it's... It's like the whole person is soaking in the bathhouse pool, and the whole body is warm~~~"

The old man smiled wistfully, and when he grinned, he could still see his mutilated yellow teeth.

Shen Yu seemed to have long been accustomed to the old man's way of speaking and style, and he didn't say much at the moment, just smiled and patted him.

"Master, you eat slowly, I'll do a set of punches."

This seems to be Shen Yu's regular project every weekend morning.

The old man would have a hearty breakfast, and Shen Yu was silently boxing beside him while he was eating breakfast.

This is not only like a morning exercise, but also like a demonstration to the master, so that the master can see whether he has regressed or improved.

Shen Yu played very slowly, and every move and style was extremely in place, and it could be seen that the basic skills were quite solid.

The eight-pole boxing that the old man taught him is more inclined to actual combat and is improved, so after it is played out of thin air, it seems to be slightly lacking in ornamentality.

The old man munched on the fragrant donkey meat, and asked as he snorted the gravy on his fingers.

"Good boy~!The recent moves have improved a lot~! No.... Not exactly the moves, but your physical fitness seems to have improved a lot. ”

When the old man said this, Shen Yu also noticed it.

He was too busy with the mundane world before, although he was aware of it himself, but he didn't dig deeper.

Indeed, he fought the same boxing fight from beginning to end today, his face was not red, he was not panting, and when every punch and every blow was in the air, it could bring out a muffled sound, just like watching a martial arts movie with its own sound effects.

Shen Yu knew that his strength, speed, and coordination had improved to a certain extent.

And that ascension seems to have started when he got his mother's relics.

.... More precisely, from the moment he officially became a "player"!

"Is it possible to become a player and bind the corresponding cards to get the basic physical fitness strengthened?"

Yes, the cards should be strengthened in this regard, otherwise it would be impossible for a fat man like the lewd fat man I met last night to be so agile and even dodge his attacks.

Another example is Luo Fei, after being hit hard by himself continuously, most of the serious injuries recovered in less than an hour, and even the effort to go to the hospital was saved.

Thinking of this, Shen Yu clenched his fists, and did not tell the old man about the magical experiences he had encountered in the past few days.

He vaguely felt that the more he knew, the greater the danger.

"Master, aren't you going to square dance today?"

Shen Yu, who finished a set of punches, didn't even sweat a drop and sat down on the bench again.

After enjoying the donkey meat, the old man dragged down a pine needle as a toothpick and shaved his teeth there.

"My old friends haven't come yet~~ The weather is cold, and the time for them to form the game has been slightly postponed. The ones you see now are relatively young, and the body can still bear it, like an old man of our age, no~~"

Shen Yu glanced at the old man with a red face and oily lips, and shook his head with a smile.

He remembered that when he first met his master when he was nine years old, the other party was saying this, but after so many years, his appearance did not seem to have changed in the slightest.

"Master, rest, I still have something to do."

"Okay, you go and get busy with you, master, I'll sleep again~~ Oh yes, bring a bowl of spicy soup and cured beef buns tomorrow morning, remember to put more spicy seeds~!"

"Okay."

Song Yang trotted away while waving his hand to greet the old man.

Seeing his only little apprentice slowly running away, the old man's originally cloudy eyes suddenly revealed a hint of clarity.

He exhaled, lay down on the bench and said in a voice that only he could hear, "Something has changed in this kid's body... I'm afraid I'm going to have some adventures these days...? ”

After saying goodbye to the master, Shen Yu did not leave the park, but ran to a convenience store located north of the park's landscape lake.

This convenience store is stocked with various brands of beverages, mineral water, and other items, as well as snacks and instant noodles that can satisfy your hunger temporarily.

There is a reclining chair next to the cash register in the convenience store, on which lies a middle-aged man with a bulging belly, obvious auxiliary breasts, and a pampas fan in his hand despite the cold weather.

Shen Yu ran into the convenience store and looked around, and saw that there were no customers in the store, so he took off his hood and asked softly, "Has the party started?" ”

The obese middle-aged man who was leaning on the recliner as if he was spending the middle of summer instigated the fan twice, and said weakly: "There are still ten minutes.... But it's almost over..."

Shen Yu didn't speak, just nodded slightly to indicate that he knew.

He walked past the rows of shelves in front of him and stopped at the innermost row against the wall.

There were several fishing rods against the wall, and Shen Yu reached out and pulled one of them.

Suddenly, the shelves against the wall made a heavy grinding sound, opening a crack that could only fit one adult through.

Shen Yu had long been accustomed to the scene in front of him, and quickly flashed sideways at the moment.

The grinding sound sounded again, and everything was back to normal.