Masters fight, between square inches, maybe the victory or defeat is only in the blink of an eye.

Yan Long's skills are only higher than Wu Ziyu's, but he is still defeated, which does not mean that Wu Ziyu's kung fu is powerful, it can only show that Wu Ziyu has a more accurate grasp of the timing.

This is the advantage of innate true qi, and it also shows that Wu Ziyu has rich experience in fighting with people.

"By the way, Dr. Wu, you said that the old man's illness is okay now, right?"

"Now I see that the old man's situation is very good, and there are still spiritual things, so enlighten the old man more. "Wu Ziyu didn't take the initiative to draw talismans, this thing is a bit against the sky, and some tricks.

Going against the sky means that the seal is borrowing from the sky, which is against the sky. The trick is that Wu Ziyu now feels more and more reluctant to use the power of the Fu Seal. In the past, Wu Ziyu had no strength and had to use the Fu Seal to save his life, but now that his strength has improved, if he continues to use the Fu Seal, his cultivation may be difficult to advance.

It is oneself that cultivates the Tao, but Fu Seal is speculation.

"Oh, spirits, I'm in good spirits, no problem at all. The old man patted his chest and said, "I have never felt so good as I am now." ”

"Dad, Dr. Wu said that you are mentally worried, can't you let go of the things of the year?" asked Yan Mingjiang.

Originally, Yan Guangbei was in a good state, but when he heard his eldest son talk about this, he immediately weakened, and he sighed, "I'm sorry for your Uncle Zheng." ”

"Dad, don't mention the past. Yan Ming will persuade.

"It's very simple not to mention it, but not being able to find your Uncle Zheng's daughter is the biggest regret of my life, and I feel that I will be sorry for him for the rest of my life. ”

Seeing the incomprehension look on Wu Ziyu's face, Yan Mingbing gave Wu Ziyu a brief introduction to the situation. In the most difficult battle of Shangganling, the position changed hands several times, the bullets were gone, the supplies were gone, the dry food was gone, and the water was gone, but the superiors gave an order to defend Shangganling: even if the last person is hit, the position must hold the position.

The bullets ran out, and in the end he had to take the risk of picking up the guns of the American GIs.

In that difficult battle, the unit structure had long been dispersed, and there were too many cases where one or two people were left in a company, and even one or two people were left in a battalion, and Yan Guangbei, including the regiment commander, had to personally participate in the battle.

It was in that battle that Yan Guangbei and Zheng Guomin, who was ten years younger, became good brothers who intersected in life and death.

At that time, Zheng Guomin was a young man who had just been married for less than two years, and he was very strong in blood, and he was very desperate to fight. It was also in that battle that when he was going down the mountain to pick up the devil's gun, he encountered a surprise attack by the devil, and Zheng Guomin was hit by the enemy in order to cover Yan Guangbei. Although Yan Guangbei also dragged Zheng Guomin out at that time, and happened to meet the volunteers who also came down to pick up guns, so he repelled the enemy, but Zheng Guomin died forever on the Korean battlefield.

Yan Guangbei finally wanted to pick up Zheng Guomin's body but couldn't do it, because he died in the position of the Americans at that time, Yan Guangbei asked Zheng Guomin what he wanted, and Zheng Guomin told him to help him take care of his newborn son if possible.

However, although Yan Guangbei knew that Zheng Guomin was from Shandong, he did not know his specific location, and in the great battle to resist US aggression and aid Korea, there were too many martyrs who died, and there were many people with the same name and surname.

Although Yan Guangbei has been looking for Zheng Guomin's son, because of the natural disasters that occurred in the following three years, the Zheng family has long been empty, and time has passed so long that no one remembers where the Zheng family moved.

This is the pain of Yan Guangbei's life.

After listening to Yan Mingbing's description of Yan Guangbei's experience, Wu Ziyu's understanding of this amiable and respectable old man deepened again.

Yan Mingbing said, Yan Guangbei listened, even if this matter always appeared in his mind, he still burst into tears.

"It's all over, the old man, please mourn, it's useless to think about this kind of thing no matter what, it hurts your body in vain. Wu Ziyu also persuaded.

Hearing Wu Ziyu's persuasion, Old Man Yan wiped away his tears, "Yes, it's useless to think too much." ”

"By the way, I want to give the old man a small gift, but I need help preparing pen and paper and cinnabar. Wu Ziyu saw that the old man was still thinking about the events of the year, and the worries in his lungs were probably this.

The old man is a very affectionate person, although Wu Ziyu has already made up his mind not to be opportunistic, and try not to touch things like Fu Seal, so as to concentrate on his own cultivation path. But now he decided to touch the talisman again and draw a peace talisman for the old man.

As for the evil talisman, there is no need for it, just rely on the courage of the old man, who has been through a hundred battles and waded out of the sea of corpses and blood, all evils will not invade.

Paper and pencil are available in the Yan family, but ordinary people don't always have cinnabar, but for the Yan family, it is much easier to find something than ordinary people.

It didn't take long, and Wu Ziyu brought the pen and paper and cinnabar he asked for and put them on the table.

Wu Ziyu didn't speak, picked up a pen, dipped it in cinnabar, and drew it on the paper.

Wu Ziyu drew very quickly, and he was already familiar with the painting methods of these kinds of talismans. In less than two minutes, two talisman seals with undried handwriting were freshly baked.

"Find a sachet and wear it with you. ”

Wu Ziyu explained.

"Xiao Wu, what is this?" Although the old man was born in the old society, his thoughts are completely materialistic, the cows, ghosts, snakes and gods were defeated by him, and the four old ones were also broken by him, for these feudal superstitions, he still doesn't want to believe in it.

However, as he gets older and has more knowledge, there are many unexplainable things, and Mr. Yan has also seen too much, so for some feudal superstitions, the old man is not completely rejected.

"This is a peace charm and a peace charm, wear it, and keep the gods safe. ”

"Is it so magical?" Old Man Yan was skeptical.

Wu Ziyu nodded, "It has some effect, but after all, you have to rely on yourself to completely get rid of the demons in your heart, and foreign objects are just auxiliary means." ”

"Grandpa Tai, Grandpa Tai, you know, he just wore the talisman drawn by Wu Ziyu, and now his madness has been cured. ”

Yan Lu helped Wu Ziyu beside him.

"Isn't this kid crazy, isn't he going to be good?"

In the past, the old man Yan was not in good health, and he could disturb the rest as little as possible, so that no one told him about the old man of the Tai family.

"It didn't take long, less than two months, and I heard this statement, but I didn't visit it, so I don't know. Yan Mingjun said.