Zhang San sat alone in place, looking at the old man's back, thinking that although the old man had a strange temper, sometimes kind to himself, sometimes indifferent, but he was one of the few good people he had met in his life.

Thinking about it, I heard the old man's shouting getting louder and louder, and I was a little tired, and I lowered my head for a while and fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang San was awakened by the sound, and looked up to see the old man gnawing on the chicken leg with relish, and the soil on the ground was peeled off.

When the old man saw him wake up, he praised with a smile: "Doll, there is really yours, there is really yours!" while saying while tearing off another chicken leg and throwing it to him, he had been hungry for a long time, at this time took the chicken leg, but felt the aroma was fragrant, and he was not polite, he opened his mouth to eat, and said with a smile while eating: "That's natural." The old man didn't know where to take out a gourd, took a sip, clicked his mouth, and couldn't help but praise: "Beautiful, beautiful." Zhang San didn't know what he was drinking, and when he heard him say it was beautiful, he didn't know if it was roast chicken or something else.

Seeing that Zhang San was just nibbling on chicken, the old man wiped his mouth and asked, "Doll, do you drink or not?" Zhang San then realized that the old man's gourd was filled with wine.

At this time, the weather was slightly cool after the rain, Zhang San's clothes were thin, but it was a little cold, and when he saw that the old man let himself drink, he was not polite, took the gourd and took a sip, only to feel that the taste was strange after the entrance, and it was extremely unpleasant.

Seeing him frowning, the old man laughed and asked, "What taste?" Zhang San said: "This wine is extremely spicy, and it has a faint bitterness, which is really difficult to swallow." The old man smiled and said, "You taste it again." Zhang San shook his head again and again and said, "The juniors really can't drink it." The old man glared at him, and said, "Let you drink it, it will still hurt you!" Zhang San saw that he was displeased, and he didn't dare to make a sound, so he closed his eyes and took another sip, and swallowed it in a daze.

The old man glanced at him and said, "What's the great deal about drinking like you, this wine has been ruined by you." Zhang San saw through the old man, and thought: "The old man invited me to drink, but I was like this, really rude." Ashamed, his face was hot, and he whispered: "Younger people drink again." The old man said, "No need, it's not interesting to be reluctant, I'll drink it myself." He reached out to take the gourd, but was stopped by Zhang San, only to see Zhang San raise his head and take a big sip.

This time he poured the wine into his mouth without rushing to swallow it, at first he still closed his eyes and endured the spicy and bitter in the wine, who knew that after the mouth tasted carefully, but there was a faint fragrance, the taste was very pure, and the feeling was very different from before, and he couldn't help but drink a few sips.

When the old man saw him, he laughed, snatched the gourd, and shouted, "The doll drinks endlessly, this is not possible." Zhang San said with a smile: "Uncle this wine is so strange, the second sip is so delicious." The old man snorted and said, "Then you still need to say, at first let you drink, you still pushed back, and now you drink endlessly." Zhang San scratched his head, picked up a branch on the ground and played with it in his hand, hehe smirked.

The old man took two more sips, burped, got up and walked slowly to the entrance of the cave, and said, "It's not too early, the old man is going to sleep, you can go." Zhang San heard that the old man let him go, his heart was a little sad, just wanted to say something, as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw that a boulder above the entrance of the cave was loose, and it seemed to be about to fall, so he hurriedly got up and ran towards the entrance of the cave.

Sure enough, before he could get closer, the boulder had already fallen, and seeing that the old man was about to be blurred with flesh and blood, Zhang San didn't have time to think about it, lifted the branch, and stabbed straight at the boulder.

At the moment of the collision of wood and stone, the boulder flew out diagonally, but by the time it landed, it was already torn apart. Zhang San asked anxiously, "Uncle, didn't you hurt it?"

The old man turned his head to look at him, his eyes were full of surprise, and he said for a long time before he said, "Good boy, good boy, I didn't teach you in vain." It's only been a few days, and progress is so rapid. Zhang San then remembered that he had inadvertently used the kung fu taught by the old man a few days ago, and he was a little embarrassed at the moment, and said in a low voice: "Thanks to the old man last time." The old man nodded, patted him on the shoulder and said, "The old man is not wrong, you come in with me." Zhang San followed the old man into the cave, the two sat down cross-legged, and then talked about martial arts, talked about the excitement of the old man actually got up and gestured, Zhang San looked at the old man's tricks, and remembered silently in his heart, when the old man finished playing a set of martial arts, he already remembered seven or eight percent.

The two chatted like this for a night, and before they knew it, it was already dawn. The old man suddenly said: "How many percent do you remember about my moves last night?" The old man didn't say anything about passing on his martial arts, let alone letting him remember them.

When asked at this time, he thought: "As long as this stupid boy remembers a five, seven, or eight moves, he is a martial arts wizard." Who knew that Zhang San nodded and said, "Most of them still remember." The old man was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Demonstrate it again." Zhang San got up and picked up a branch to compare the old man's martial arts tricks last night, the old man saw that he looked good, and danced all the way down, only a few mistakes were made, and he was secretly shocked: "This kid is really a genius!" After Zhang San finished dancing, he was already sweating profusely, and the old man said slowly: "You are also tired, go and sleep." Zhang Sanyuan was also sleepy, but he was so excited that he didn't realize anything just now, and when he heard the old man mention it, he felt tired.

He answered, lay down on the ground, and in a moment fell asleep. I don't know how long I slept, and I heard as if someone was practicing swords, but when I opened my eyes, it was pitch black, and it turned out that he had slept for a day unconsciously, and it was night again.

Zhang San wanted to call the old man, but when he heard the sound of the sword splitting into the air, he thought that the person who practiced the sword should be the old man, so he didn't dare to disturb, so he just sat up quietly and looked at the sound as much as possible.

By the moonlight, he could only vaguely see the sword shadow but could not see people, only to see the sword light flickering, suddenly a long rainbow through the sun, suddenly like ten thousand rays of light, looking at it, only to feel that the sword technique is very familiar, and after looking at it for a while, his heart suddenly tightened: "Isn't this sword technique the martial arts move that the old man danced last night?" Although he remembered the old man's body at the beginning, but he danced in person but only according to the gourd, and he never knew the essentials.

After looking at it for a while, he felt itchy and unbearable, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he touched the branch on the ground, and when he got up, he danced with the shadow of the sword.

After dancing for a while, the sword moves became more and more difficult, and the other party danced faster and faster, only to feel that there were sword shadows everywhere in the darkness, and he was dazzled by himself, and he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the other party at all.

Zhang San stopped, closed his eyes, and wanted to see more clearly when he opened them again, who knew that in the darkness, the scene of the old man's sword dance yesterday suddenly appeared in his mind, and every move became clearer and clearer, and when he opened his eyes again, his mind was full of the old man's figure.

The eyes move with the heart, the heart is born with the eyes, lift the branches and dance with the sword light, only to feel that it is no longer messy, and everything is suddenly clear.

As he was dancing, the sword light suddenly disappeared, and the surroundings were instantly silent. Zhang Sanzheng felt strange, and suddenly a cold light slashed, and it turned out that the sword was actually attacking him.

Zhang San turned sideways to avoid it, and shouted: "Uncle!" The other party did not answer, and still recruited to force, Zhang San had no choice but to dodge and dodge.

After about three or five moves, the man's attack became more and more fierce, Zhang San only felt that he blindly dodged, and he would be stabbed by him in a short time, so he didn't hesitate at the moment, and waved the branch to counterattack.

Although Zhang San couldn't see anyone in the dark, the sword light was clear, although the opponent's one move was sharp, but after a few moves, it became clearer and clearer, it was a set of swordsmanship danced in the darkness before.

Zhang San condensed into the battle and also used the same swordsmanship, but he had only been in contact with this set of kung fu for less than a day, even if he was familiar with it, how could he do what he wanted, although he would not be injured by the other party, but he still had no power to fight back.

After a few more moves, Zhang San was completely suppressed by the other party, seeing that this sword was about to stab, and there was no power to return to the sky, suddenly, the figure of the old man dancing with a sword in the day appeared in his mind again, and he unconsciously followed the same sword move, and slashed his hand towards the opponent's armpit.

Sure enough, when the man saw his attack, he hurriedly dodged backwards, and Zhang San dodged this attack. Before he could take a breath, the man made a comeback, Zhang San's mind was full of the figure of the old man at this time, and he became more and more handy at cracking the opponent's sword moves with the same set of swordsmanship.

After a while, the man slashed with a horizontal sword, and Zhang San raised the branch to separate him, but the blades intersected, and the branch was cut off by the sword.

Zhang San was stunned, only to hear the other party speak: "Stinky boy, it's really not bad." "Sure enough, it was none other than the old man.