Tang Feng looked at Tang Che who was squatting in front of him a little hesitantly, don't look at his father's name now, but after all, his thinking is a thirty-year-old adult, really let him rely on others like a child, he has some psychological obstacles. In the end, he fought between heaven and man, but he still climbed onto Tang Che's back according to his words, because his legs were trembling now, and even if he wanted to, he was powerless. Wrap your arms around Tang Che's neck, lie on his back, feel the breadth and firmness of his back, he is like blocking the mountain in front of you, sheltering you from the wind and rain, even if there are thousands of troops in front of him, he will be there and never flinch. Tang Feng suddenly asked a very strange question: "Dad, do you think you are powerful?"

"Uh......" Tang Che didn't know how to answer this question for a while, because whether he is powerful or not is always relative, there are people outside the person, no matter how powerful the person is, he will meet someone who makes him not powerful. Tang Che organized the language and said: "Let's put it this way, it's no problem for me to beat a dozen ordinary people." ”

Tang Feng was very powerful when he heard this, and he remembered that when he bragged with his colleagues in the unit, he said that so-and-so was a retired special soldier, and three or five people couldn't get close, so he was old. Dad said that he could hit a dozen or so, if it was enough for him to blow for several years before. Tang Feng said convincingly: "Amazing!"

"Hey, hey!"

As soon as Tang Che finished laughing, Tang Feng asked him an even stranger question: "Is my mother an ordinary person?"

Tang Che said without thinking about it: "Of course it is, she doesn't know martial arts, so she is naturally an ordinary person." ”

Tang Feng asked, "Then how many can you fight?"

"Uh......" Tang Che was completely speechless at this time, he turned Tang Feng on his back, and scolded with a smile: "You stinky boy." ”

After going home and having breakfast, Tang Che handed Tang Feng a two-meter-long wooden pole, hung a clay pot with a large head on the old locust tree in the yard, pointed to the fist-sized round mouth of the clay pot and told Tang Feng: "The most basic kung fu in practicing guns is assassination, you have to practice assassination a thousand times against the round mouth of the clay pot, if you can't stab, you have to start again." ”

Tang Feng weighed the wooden pole in his hand and then looked at the hanging clay pot, and began to have a contempt, a thousand times to listen to it, but in his opinion, it was indeed nothing. The time-travelers in the novel don't all count millions of times in order to practice a certain move, even if it is an exaggeration in the book, there are always tens of thousands of times.

"Ha!" Thinking that Tang Feng held the wooden pole and stabbed it out, I saw him stab the rod outside the round mouth, and the poked jar shook from side to side.

Tang Che on the side smiled, he shook his head and said to Tang Feng: "You are not stabbing right, your eyes must be staring at the round mouth, your hands must be steady, and you must be able to see your heart to your heart."

"Hah!" Tang Feng stabbed again.

Tang Che corrected him again: "Your two arms must exert force evenly, otherwise the gun will definitely be out of shape." “

"Ha!" Tang Feng finally stumbled into it this time.

But Tang Che still shook his head to correct him: "You have to know how to use every part of your body reasonably, the gun is by no means a single arm in motion, you have to remember that the calves, thighs, waist, back, arms and other parts work together, and then concentrate a little bit of your shot to be powerful." "Look at me to show you first, after speaking, he took the wooden pole in Tang Feng's hand, and stared at the round mouth of the clay pot with his eyes: "Ha......" He stabbed ten times in a row at once, and the wooden pole turned into an afterimage and went in and out of the round mouth as fast as lightning, and the clay pot actually didn't move at all, not only did he not touch the round mouth, but even the air around him seemed to be stagnant.

"Wow, how did you do that?" Tang Feng was stunned, and he could even stuff an apple in his mouth.

"It's nothing, it's a natural success. This was actually a modest sentence, but Tang Che's expression was not modest at all at this time.

Then Tang Feng took back the wooden pole and tried it himself: "Ha!"

"Stop, unsteady ......"

"Hah!"

"Stop, out of sight. “

"Hah!"

"Stop ,......"

......

In this way, Tang Feng thought that the simple task had not even been completed by the time of dinner, but the physical reaction came one step earlier, and he grinned with porcelain teeth that hurt all over his body, as long as he moved during the meal. After eating, Tang Che still wanted Tang Feng to continue practicing, but Tang Feng made a decisive strike, Tang Che couldn't stop screaming, seeing that he wanted to do it, Song Yao firmly blocked his route, Tang Che was depressed now, who did he reason with?

Tang Feng quietly returned to the house and lay on the kang, he curled up motionless like a wronged pug, mainly because it hurt badly when he moved. Tang Feng knows what the pain is now, it used to be commonly known as passing the muscles, scientifically speaking, it is caused by the frequency or intensity of exercise, because of the accumulation of lactic acid in the muscles, causing muscle soreness. To be honest, Tang Feng was very envious of his father's kung fu, especially Qingmang's hand, his contemptuous attitude was simply handsome, and a manly man should be like this. But thinking about what he did from morning to night today, it was not at all windy, Tang Feng felt that it was really not that he couldn't bear hardships and stand hard work, but just thinking about his journey all the way to endure hardships.

When it was getting dark, Song Yao and Tang Che came to Tang Feng's room, and Tang Che went to light the oil lamp in the house first. Song Yao sat beside Tang Feng and asked distressedly, "Feng'er, are you okay?"

Tang Feng's body didn't dare to move, and deliberately pulled out a far-fetched smile on his mouth: "It's okay." ”

To be honest, his laughter was worse than crying, Song Yao was distressed for a while, she glared at Tang Che: "It's all your father's fault, it's not light or heavy, you are so old that you can withstand so much practice, what if you get hurt?"

Tang Che lit the oil lamp, packed up the fire and walked over, just when he heard Song Yao's words, he defended himself: "How can I be injured? “

Song Yao resolutely refused to back down this time, she stood up and pointed at Tang Feng and said to Tang Che: "Is your measure just to let your son lie down? “

Tang Che said unconvinced: "What do you know about the woman's opinion, the first day is like this." “

Song Yao is a woman, and the meaning of a woman is a woman's opinion, but on some issues, a woman's opinion is the truth. Song Yao asked, "The first day was like this, what do you want to do after that?"

"You ......" Tang Che didn't know how to explain in the face of her nonsense.

Song Yao looked at the speechless loser with the eyes of a victor, she turned to Tang Feng and said, "I heard that Wang Xiaobao and Xiao Guizi have gone to school, why don't you go too?"

"Hey, hey, hey, what kind of school...... go to" Tang Che protested dissatisfiedly, but no one paid any attention to his clamour.

Tang Feng seemed to have only known the news, he thought about it carefully and asked, "Mother, if I go to the school, will you think that I am unreliable, I am impulsive in everything, and I can't endure hardships?"

"Yes, of course it will ......" Tang Che was still making his own statements, but he was always ignored.

Song Yao smiled, she lifted the side of the quilt and massaged the muscles on Tang Feng's legs, Tang Feng was in pain at first, but then he was comfortable. Song Yao shook her head lightly and said: "No, every choice you make may affect you for a lifetime, there will be times when the choice is wrong, if it's not right, let's turn back, it's nothing, until you choose the most suitable favorite, even if you think reading is boring after a while, it's okay?"

Tang Feng was stunned, to be exact, he was shocked, this is no longer a reasonable category, this is a typical pet son has no lower limit, but Tang Feng likes it very much, so they made a decision about Comrade Tang Feng's future amid someone's constant protests, and what is even more tragic is that it was the one who took Tang Feng to meet Mr.

Mr. Zhu's name is Zhu Zhiwen, a native of the village near Wuweicheng, who has participated in seven scientific examinations in ten years, and his performance is very stable, and he is ranked second in Sun Mountain. Later, he couldn't withstand the devastation of repeated failures and gave up the fantasy of reading and entering the body, and came to Wuwei City to be an enlightenment gentleman, he can only do this, as the saying goes, useless is a scholar, he can't carry his hands on his shoulders, and no one wants to do anything else.

The so-called Mr. Bai is to see the teacher to report to the point, so two days later Tang Feng was wearing a brand new light cyan robe, of course, he can't see any jade trees at his age, but beauty and cuteness are always indispensable. Don't think that there is a beautiful child in the neighborhood with Xiao Guizi, that's because Tang Feng is usually old and dirty and can't see it, in fact, in terms of appearance, Tang Feng is not inferior to him, but the two take different routes, although Tang Feng is a little bit of Song Yao's beauty, but most of him still follows Tang Che's integrity. Sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a slightly dark face with a sense of fortitude, he already has a manly temperament at a young age, but the slightly upturned corners of his mouth look a little evil, but this trace of evil is like the mysterious and strong fragrance of black coffee in milk.

Tang Che held the clean son in one hand, and the prepared greeting gift, a bottle of good wine and two catties of pork in the other. This kind of thing Tang Che has to do no matter how unwilling he is, but there is no reason for a woman to show her face. Tang Feng was very curious about that meeting, the wine was just fine, but Tang Feng looked at the red and white pork why it was so awkward. In the past, the world generally gave gifts to cards, whether it was a shopping card or a bank card, it was very low-key, even if it was high-profile, at most tobacco and alcohol, how could anyone bring pork to the door? But my father and mother said that it was like this, and there were also chickens, ducks, and geese.

The first time Tang Feng saw Mr. Zhu was in his study, Tang Che tidied up his clothes and hair in front of the door, and knocked on the door respectfully: "Mr. Zhu, I am Tang Che, I brought my son to meet Mr. Zhu." ”

"Come in. The voice inside was hoarse but out of breath.

Tang Feng followed his father to push the door in, and immediately choked on a puff of smoke and sneezed, he thought it was on fire and looked around vigilantly. Mr. Zhu, who was sitting suddenly, said: "It seems that your son's health is not good, and he has a cold." He pointed to the brazier behind him and said, "Come, make a fire first." ”

"No, I don't. Tang Feng found out that there was a brazier emitting carbon monoxide behind Mr. Zhu, Tang Feng wiped the smoked tears and hurriedly waved his hand to refuse, infinitely despised in his heart, what a weak chicken, this is not yet October to bake the brazier, and besides, the doors and windows are closed and I am not afraid of smoking you to death.

The rest of the matter was programmed, Tang Che offered a gift, Tang Feng officially visited Mr., fortunately kneeling is not popular here, so unnecessary embarrassment is avoided. Then Mr. Zhu praised Tang Feng, who was basically smart and cute, a talent, and so on.