Wu Fusheng had been silent, and when he saw Lei Shiyong stopping, he couldn't help asking, "Where are we going?" ”

Lei Shiyong seemed to have expected Wu Fusheng to ask this question, and asked rhetorically without looking back: "What do you say?" ”

"I ...... I say? ”

"Who are you?"

"Me? I...... I ......" Wu Fusheng was suffocated, and stood on the spot, stunned.

Lei Shiyong was not in a hurry, turned around and looked at Wu Fusheng steadily.

There seemed to be a flash of lightning in Wu Fusheng's eyes, and the lightning flashed faster and faster, and suddenly there was a soft sound, and his whole person lit up slightly in an instant!

A thought popped up in my mind: "I know, I'm Wu Fusheng!" ”

As soon as the name appeared, the past that had been sealed away passed by like wind and sand, and dispersed like fireworks!

Do people exist because of memory, are they prisoners of memory?

Or is it because of us that these memories are created?

So why do memories always linger in my heart and refuse to dissipate for a long time?

Can, as the creators of memory, destroy these painful, happy, melancholy, sad, flashy things?

Or, we are merely passers-by in this fleeting memory, a faithful recorder of these memories, mere permanent spectators of these memories.

We watched it over and over again, replayed it over and over again, following the joys and sorrows of the protagonist in the story, like a marionette.

We know the sad end, but we can never do anything about it.

Maybe it's the memories that make us.

It is these memories that make us exist, and I am still who I am.

When we lose all these memories, we are no longer ourselves.

It was a newborn baby.

Wu Fusheng suddenly raised his head to the sky and shouted: "I am - Wu - Fu - Sheng!" ”

The sound shook the sky, echoing the mountains and forests.

The words are filled with boundless joy!

Lei Shiyong couldn't help laughing, but just after laughing twice, a mouthful of blood spurted out with a mouthful of 'poof', and the whole person was sluggish and fainted to the ground!

Wu Fusheng was taken aback, hurriedly went over and hugged Lei Shiyong, and said, "Master! Master! What's wrong with you? ”

After a long time, Lei Shiyong slowly woke up, he glanced at Wu Fusheng, who had no eyebrows, no hair, and no eyelashes, and said slowly: "For the sake of the teacher, he will die soon!" ”

Wu Fusheng can't tell what it feels like, or sad? Or hi? Or anger? This master seemed to be just an irrelevant stranger to him.

"I ...... I know, I'm already a useless person, but I still have a few days to die, these few days are the most important moment in your life for you, I will pass on the remaining eleven-style wind and thunder stick method to you, you have to be careful and keep it in mind! ”

When Wu Fusheng heard this, how dare he be careless? Cheer up and study hard.

The beginning of learning is often painful, but once you enter the classroom and gradually get better, you can't stop like a bear eating honey.

All skills, no less.

The same is true of martial arts.

At the beginning of learning, I only felt obscure, tired and painful, but once I entered the door and got the benefits of this, the more I learned, the more interested I became, and I couldn't wait to practice to the highest depths at once.

Originally, he practiced the first style - the mountain rain was coming and the wind was full of buildings, and this style of action was extremely complicated, just one move was more complicated than all the moves of his boxing method combined, and there were many movements that violated human physiology, and he couldn't do it at all!

But after the thunder strike, these weird and incomprehensible movements can be done with a single gesture, as easy as eating and drinking, effortless!

What shocked Wu Fusheng even more was that his head seemed to be different from before, his memory ability was much stronger, and he had become a lot smarter.

The most incredible thing for him was that he found that all the scars left by his childhood were gone, and all the injuries he suffered yesterday had healed!

In this way, Wu Fusheng was like a tiger with wings, and he learned the stick method quickly, and in less than half of the night, he had already learned the sixth style!

After tossing for a long time, Wu Fusheng found that his energy was getting better and better, neither hungry, nor thirsty, nor tired, his two eyes were like copper bells, round and round, almost about to release light!

He's fine, the old man can't stand it anymore, so he commands, eats and drinks, and falls asleep!

Wu Fusheng completely got the benefits of this, and his heart was extremely excited, and he only slept for more than an hour, and then he couldn't sleep anymore.

He simply didn't sleep, he jumped up directly, picked up the wooden stick that the old man Lei Shiyong usually prepared, and practiced in the open space!

Although there are only five and a half moves learned, this stick technique is extraordinary, it is an ancient magic skill, so the movements are complex, fierce and fast, and the technique is ingenious.

The more Wu Fusheng practiced, the more fascinated he became, just like a hungry ghost hugging a peerless beauty, dancing with his hands, and the faster he practiced!

I only heard the sound of the wind in the field getting stronger and stronger, the fallen leaves of the rolls were flying, the branches were shaking, and there was a faint sign of thunder and pregnancy!

The sky is getting brighter, and it's another ever-changing day.

The fiery red sun slowly filled the sky.

When the sun rose to mid-midsky, Wu Fusheng finally survived.

A trace of mist spread from him, like a mountain mist in the morning.

Lei Shiyong, whose face was as sallow as dirt, slowly opened his red eyes.

Wu Fusheng ran over in surprise and said earnestly: "Master! Are you finally awake? I thought ......"

"Do you think I'm dead?" Lei Shiyong's eyes showed a thick haze!

Soon, though, his expression turned to delight.

Lei Shiyong sat up with difficulty, looked at Wu Fusheng carefully, and saw his feet from his head to his feet, and he didn't miss a single thing!

Wu Fusheng was stared at uncomfortably by the old man's strange eyes, and said, "Master, are you hungry?" I'll cook you porridge? ”

"Hehe, what's the rush to eat? I can't live today, so what's the matter if I don't eat or not? ”

Wu Fusheng was taken aback and looked at Lei Shiyong at a loss.

This master will not be respected, and he will not be grateful, but if he dies today, where will he learn the remaining six and a half moves?

People are so magical, what you don't care about, it doesn't matter if the sky hits five thunders, the things you care about very much, even if it's the wind and grass, you suspect that it will break!

"Alas, seeing you, I think of me again sixty years ago, time is so fast!" Lei Shiyong's eyes were blank, as if he was caught in the memories of his youth.

Who in the world was not that teenager?

Wu Fusheng was anxious, but he couldn't show the slightest hint, his palms gestured back and forth for a long time, after all, he didn't dare to squeak, sighed, and silently went to cook porridge,

After the two of them had breakfast, Lei Shiyong was able to stand up!

At this time, Lei Shiyong seemed to have returned to his high-spirited and commanding time, raising his hands and feet, and carrying the sound of whirring wind!

One move and one style will come out, and Wu Fusheng will be blown away!

Wu Fusheng secretly smacked his tongue in his heart, and said secretly: "Although the master is not very good, his ability is really clever, and now he is old and frail, and he is ready to die, and the move will come out, and there is great power!" I really don't know how powerful he will be when he is young? Don't you have to have the ability to turn over the river and the sea, and the ability to turn the clouds and rain? ! ”

Lei Shiyong taught him hand-in-hand, and Wu Fusheng learned even faster!

It's just that this stick method, the more you learn it, the more complex and clever the moves become, and when it comes to the twelfth style, it took Wu Fusheng two full hours to learn!

By the time I finished learning the twelfth formula, it was already the moon in the middle of the sky, and the stars were brilliant.

The panting Lei Shiyong sat on the bluestone beside him, silently looking at Wu Fusheng, as if looking at himself sixty years ago.

Wu Fusheng was overjoyed, and he couldn't wait to dance immediately, and he didn't stop for a moment.

Like a kid who has just gotten his favorite toy.

"There are so many people in the world!" Lei Shiyong let out a long sigh.

Wu Fusheng woke up from the immersed world and said with a smile: "Master, you are also strange, there are many people, but what about it? ”

He felt that from head to toe, it was full of infinite strength, and there were a total of twelve styles of this stick method, and he had already learned them all, if he started to do it again, the master might not still be his opponent, so the fear of the master was gone, and the tone of his voice was relaxed!

"Sixty years ago, my father taught me this stick technique, and he told me this too!"

Lei Shiyong looked at the twinkling silver star in the sky and said slowly.

Wu Fusheng frowned, he didn't have the heart to listen to the old man's old stories now.

It's just that it seems that these words involve the wind and rain to the point of sticking, so Wu Fusheng didn't interrupt the conversation, and continued to listen patiently.

"I was eighteen years old that year, which was the age of playfulness, and my father asked me to learn sticks, but I didn't want to learn, so my father beat me viciously and told me these words!"

"In this world, there is a lack of everything, that is, there is no shortage of people, although there are many people, there are very few extraordinary saints, there are not many at all, mediocre waste, but everywhere!"

"Name me Lei Shiyong, which means that there are mediocre people in the world, let me not be like others, and be a different saint!"

"It's a pity that the old man was young at the time, so he didn't listen to this in his heart, and after the stick method was achieved, he left home, wandered the rivers and lakes, and wandered all over the world."

"Since the old man left home, the enemy encountered, no one is the enemy of the old man, since then the heart has become more and more rampant and arrogant, no one in his eyes, he thinks he is the first in the world, acting arrogantly, as a result, more than 20 years ago, he met the old goblin in Lingnan!"

Lei Shiyong's face turned gloomy, sighed, and continued to say slowly: "The old man was entangled by the old goblin, and he fought several times, but he was not his opponent, but fortunately, the old lady was extremely alert and good at escaping, so she escaped with her life several times, learned from the pain, calmed down, and practiced the thirteenth style!" ”

Lei Shiyong's tone turned slightly higher, and said: "The wind and rain are so strong that the thirteenth style is practiced, and the fourteenth style can be practiced to a little and a half, the old man is impatient, and he didn't practice anymore, so he immediately went to find the old monster for revenge, who knew that the old monster also made great progress, and the old man was seriously injured by it again, fortunately, he was very lucky, and he escaped to this Jedi by luck and survived!" ”