This moment must be the happiest moment for the couple in years.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, He Yinuo raised his glass again and drank it all with his son, his face was flushed and slightly drunk, and as he grew older, his alcohol consumption was no longer as brave as he was in the past.

"You drink less, and when the child comes back today, don't drink too much. Mengrui, who was sitting next to He Yinuo, looked at him with concern on her face. She is also in middle age, although she was reluctant, but the years have also left a trace on her beautiful face, and the former beauty has been buried by the long river of time, but despite this, it is more dignified and beautiful, and the charm still exists.

"Today, Song'er is home, my father and son have not drunk together for many years, and I am happy to drink more, besides, I want to drink too much, don't I still have you. He Yinuo looked at Meng Ruidao with a slightly drunken spirit, his eyes were full of tenderness.

Meng Rui glanced at him and said angrily, "I don't care about you." Then the family of three looked at each other and smiled, and they were happy.

As the night deepened, He Yinuo and He Fansong, father and son, walked to the stream in front of the door. The moonlight is quiet, peaceful and peaceful, and the stream is also a murmuring stream.

"Song'er, have you really decided?" He Yinuo's abrupt words suddenly broke the silence of the moonlit night.

When He Fansong heard this, he looked at his father, his face was surprised for a while, and then he gradually regained his composure, and then showed a resolute look, as if he understood the meaning of his father's words, but he still asked, "Father, why do you ask that?"

He Yinuo put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and reflected the miniature of the starry sky in his eyes, "Your character and temperament are best understood by your father, in the past, you only left in a hurry after a day or two at home, but this time you said in your letter that you want to stay at home for a few days, I know that you should not leave again, and judging from your expression when you eat, you must have something in your heart, and you have wandered between two thoughts, but now your mind has been decided." ”

He Fansong looked at his father's eyes with deeper admiration, he was deeply influenced by his father's teachings since he was a child, and understood the way of life, He Yinuo was like a mountain in his heart, and whenever he was confused, he became his greatest support.

He Fansong pondered for a moment, as if he hesitated a little, as if even if he had made up his mind now, this decision was still difficult for him to choose. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, the cool air at night penetrated deep into his mouth and nose, and the cold entered his heart and spleen, he couldn't help but shiver, but he felt a burst of comfort all over his body, he opened his eyes, and there was no trace of hesitation and wandering, and he said firmly, "Father, the child plans to give up being an official, return to his hometown to open a martial arts school, and carry forward the martial arts." ”

When He Yinuo heard this, he was silent for a moment, and then only said lightly, "Now that you have a smooth career, you will definitely be able to rise step by step in the future, and if you give up your current status and achievements, it means giving up everything you have now, starting all over again, starting over, you should know the difficulties and complexities involved, are you mentally prepared?" He Yinuo's words did not reveal any objection or agreement, he just wanted to tell him to think twice before acting.

He Fansong understood his father's intentions, thought for a moment, and said slowly, "Father, the child has been preparing for this decision for more than two years, and I have thought a lot in these two years, it is not difficult to accept new things, but it is the most difficult to give up everything you have now, father, the child knows what he is doing." He looked at He Yinuo and said firmly.

He Yinuo smiled on his face, and said with relief in his mouth, "That's good, it's good that you figure it out yourself, no matter what, your mother and I will continue to support you." ”

He Fansong also showed a smile on his face, but after a while, a trace of confusion flashed, and he said to his father, "Father, the child has something I want to ask my father to solve, although the child has a decision, but there is always a thought wandering in my mind, always forcing me to doubt the decision I made." ”

"But it doesn't hurt to say it!" He Yinuo nodded.

"Father, now that the wind of cultivating truth is prevalent in the world, mortals are eager to cultivate immortals, crisscross the nine heavens, and travel the world, no one wants to. Martial arts is only for physical fitness, and immortal dao is a collection of heaven and earth aura, so people who practice martial arts are simply vulnerable to people who practice martial arts, in this form, martial arts are deserted, and they are sluggish, you say, is this road feasible?" He Fansong looked at his father He Yinuo, and there seemed to be a faint expectation in his eyes.

The evening breeze invaded, the night was slightly cool, He Yinuo couldn't help but wrap his clothes tightly, getting older, and his body was not as good as day by day, and then he looked into the unknown distance, his eyes seemed to penetrate the nothingness, and then he only said lightly.

"Song'er, you can think of this layer shows that you are really attentive, very happy for your father, let go of your hands to do it, any concerns and confusion at the moment are footnotes when you succeed. Whether it is an immortal path or a martial way, it is just a way to strengthen the body, and if it is detached from its own purpose and used in the evil land, then even if it has the ability to look at the world, it will only fall into a place of no return. The human heart is the most terrible enemy, Song'er remembers the words of the father, don't take the good as small and do nothing, don't take the evil small and do it, those who have attained the Tao will be helped, and those who have lost the Tao will have little help, the Tao is in the heart, and the cultivation is in the world!"

He Fansong looked at his father's ordinary but great face, many times, he always had an illusion, as if his father had experienced tens of thousands of years of vicissitudes, even if he was embattled, he was not shocked!

Half a month later, He Fansong gave up his senior management title, returned to his hometown, and started anew. In the following years, he devoted himself to martial arts, created his own martial arts moves, realized the martial arts method, and improved the martial arts supernatural powers he had comprehended when he was young, and finally lasted ten years to create a martial arts school, its name, Xiuzhendao!

Later, in order to carry it forward and continue to pass it on, with the help of He Yinuo and his wife, he opened a martial arts school, and merged it with the name of the school, and the same is the cultivation of the truth!

Even in today's era when cultivating immortals is prevalent, it has attracted countless people to come to study, of course, part of this is naturally interested in martial arts, and the other part is that there is no chance to cultivate immortals, and finally chose martial arts, not seeking to dominate the world, just to strengthen the body.

He Fansong recruited talents, devoted himself to teaching, and cultivated the truth is to inherit the essence of martial arts and comprehend the true meaning of martial arts, so it was only in a few years, it became famous all over the world, and for a while, those independent martial arts sects came to visit him from thousands of miles away, exchange experiences with him, and obtain the true scriptures, in order to be able to recover their martial arts career.

And among these visiting people, there are many people who cultivate immortals, but ordinary people are mortal with the naked eye, if they are not deliberately revealed, they will not be able to identify their identities.

One day, He Fansong and several distant guests were discussing in the tea pavilion, and suddenly heard that the disciple came to report, "Master, there are three people waiting outside the hall, claiming to admire the name of the master, come to visit, visit the experience." ”

When He Fansong heard this, he asked his disciples to arrange for the three of them to wait in the small pavilion, and instructed them to treat the three of them politely and not to slack off. When the disciple heard this, he immediately withdrew.

The three of them were arranged in a small pavilion adjacent to the martial arts, its name is the Shanshui Pavilion, next to it is a gurgling stream, and in it, you can see the peaks of the back mountain, so the Shanshui Pavilion is also worthy of the name, its environment is elegant, there is no need to say more.

The three of them drank tea and chatted in the pavilion, but they were not in a hurry, and it was not until two hours later that they saw He Fansong himself!

Before he entered the small pavilion, he hugged his fists, showed a smile on his face, and said with a hint of apology, "I'm really sorry for the three, there is an urgent matter in the inner hall, I really can't leave, I hope the three don't take it to heart today, He Mou will compensate the three again." ”

The three of them are three middle-aged men, their age is similar to that of their father He Yinuo, they are all in the year of knowing the destiny of heaven, they look ordinary, but the three of them exude an extraordinary aura, and their faces are full of ageless vitality in the vicissitudes of life.

When they saw He Yinuo, they also greeted each other with a smile, without the slightest hint of unhappiness of waiting for a long time, and hugged their fists and signaled, "Where is it, there is something in your hall, I will wait for myself, and the three of us are drinking tea here and enjoying the scenery, but they are also very happy, hahaha!" As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at each other and laughed, and resolved all the apologies and embarrassments in one fell swoop.

The four of them sat down and drank tea together.

Not long after, He Fansong said politely, "I don't know if the three of you come to the cold house, do you have any advice?"

The three put down the teacup, and said politely, "Don't dare, I have heard Brother He's name for a long time, and the cultivation of the truth is even more famous in the world, and the three of us are ignorant, and they have practiced martial arts for ten years without improvement, so they came to visit, I only hope that Brother He can give me some advice, and I am grateful!" Then the three of them made introductions respectively, their names are, Wang Wenjing, Li Damin, Xie Cheng.

When He Fansong heard this, he tasted the tea, but after a while, he let out a faint smile, as if with a hint of deep meaning, "He wants to treat each other with sincerity, but I don't know how sincere the three are?"

As soon as these words came out, the three of them were stunned for a moment, and after only a moment, they were replaced by admiration, and said with a stronger smile, "Brother He is really a strange person, and I hope to forgive him if he offends." Don't hide it from Brother He, the three of us are all immortal cultivators, just because they touched the bottleneck, they couldn't complete the heart change, so that their cultivation stagnated. ”

The other person continued, "Brother He, don't blame, Shu Er and the others said bluntly, they didn't have any expectations at first, after all, immortals are different, but when I saw them today, the three of us were impressed, only Brother He's aura and aura are not something that ordinary immortal cultivators can have, so if there is any presumptuousness, I hope Brother He will not be surprised." ”

He Fansong shook his head suddenly, with a hint of complicated tone, and sighed, "A good sentence is different from Xianfan!"

To be continued,,,

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