Leng Aotian sat on the kang head, his eyes were dilated, his face was confused, and finally, he saw him put his fingers on the table and tapped gently.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The voice sounded slowly, as if with a certain rhythm, resonating with the air, and finally condensed into a strange force, which went straight to the heartstrings, and Leng Fan immediately felt his father's mood at this time.

"Pleasure, comfort, happiness, satisfaction, worry..."

At this time, Leng Fan was stunned, and he once again appreciated his father's charm.

I saw the corners of my father's mouth move, as if he was brewing something interesting, suddenly, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his lips formed a perfect arc, like a budding bud, more like a butterfly that was about to break out of the cocoon, Peng's once, bloomed the most gorgeous chapter.

His smile is beautiful, with the joy of being reborn and the tenderness of being soaked in the sun.

Leng Fan was jealous of someone for the first time, and besides, this person was actually his father, how could he have such a perfect smile?

For the first time, I resented myself, why didn't I inherit my father's perfect genes, so that I lost when I picked up girls, and I lost face.

"Fan'er, do you have anything to say to your father!" Leng Aotian came back to his senses, looked at his son's suspicious appearance, and asked a little funny.

"Dad, don't you seem to be the same today as usual?" Leng Fan didn't dare to say too clearly, and only said a vague question.

"Hehe, what's the difference? You are still you, Dad is still Daddy, nothing is different! If you want to say that it is different, it can only be that the heart of looking at things has changed, and the essence of that heart is still the same!"

Regardless of whether Leng Fan understood it or not, he said unhurriedly, he had already felt the changes in Leng Fan, and somehow, he actually said such a thing today, he didn't think that the child could understand.

But Leng Fan just understood, he was not an ordinary child, he had a mature soul, and he had a scheming that was no less than anyone's, how could he not understand the helpless **.

The two fell silent for a moment, and after a long time, Leng Aotian's voice came again. "Kung Fu is such a thing, whether it is good or not, whether it is bad or not. If you practice well, your personality is easy to be reckless, fierce and ruthless, and easy to provoke right and wrong. If you don't practice well, and you're afraid that you will be sick and bullied, you should practice badly or badly!"

"Got it!" Leng Fan replied, and then calmly covered the quilt, not at peace in his heart.

From his father's words, he heard a lot of meaning, and he also heard his father's advice to himself. My father knew that he was cultivating.

At this time, New China has been established for a long time, and kung fu has long become synonymous with superstition, Leng Fan will be seen standing every day, and they also think that Leng Fan is like his own children, learning to make random gestures on TV, so they all laugh.

From this, it can be seen that Leng Aotian has definitely learned kung fu before, and he is still the kind of person who is very good at kung fu and provokes right and wrong everywhere. He doesn't want the child to be like himself, so he hopes that the child's kung fu will not be practiced too well, and if he has no ability to provoke right and wrong, he will not provoke right and wrong again.

Leng Aotian named him Leng Fan, Fan and Fan have the same sound, which means ordinary and ordinary, which is also his expectation for his son.

Leng Fan doesn't think so, he thinks that the word Fan has the meaning of the sky, the so-called Fan Tian general, Leng Xin said that he is himself, and it is also the origin of his name.

He has seen the big scene, and he has seen the world of flowers, how can he be willing to be bland! He has his own pride, he vows to Ling Tian, he wants to trample everyone under his feet, wantonly bully, he is Tian, Fan Tian.

Leng Aotian's ears trembled, as if he heard his son's heart, sighed helplessly, and slowly closed his eyes.

The spring breeze is still warm, and the morning sun is more delicate.

Leng Fan stood under the persimmon tree, facing the east, meticulously standing in the three-body pose, as the morning sun slowly revealed the whole picture, then he concentrated on the work, and then sat on the ground very unimaged, ignoring the dust all over the ground.

"Huh~, Xingyi pile work, really broad and profound, this three-body pose alone is enough for me to study for a lifetime. No wonder the martial arts sages said that it is a lifetime of kung fu, the ancients did not deceive me!" Leng Fan sighed secretly in his heart.

Since Leng Aotian said some strange things that day, he has changed to his original appearance, plain, like an honest farmer, if he doesn't remember clearly, Leng Fan definitely thinks that he is dreaming.

The fairest thing in the world is time, it doesn't stop for anyone, and in the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

In this year, Leng Fan did not listen to his father's words, and practiced kung fu not well, but worked hard to practice it better, which is a very good kind. He has always believed that if kung fu is practiced well, although there is a possibility of provoking right and wrong, but if kung fu is practiced very well, he will have the ability to get rid of this right and wrong.

For a year, he would stand on the stump every morning, and after he stood on the stump, he would think about how he felt when he stood on the stump.

"In my previous life, I read a lot of books, and it was clearly recorded in the books that the three-body pose can practice the strength of form and will, but I have been standing for more than a year, why don't I feel a trace of it? Could it be that my method of standing on the pile is wrong?"

Patting his head with some pain, Leng Fan stood up again, his legs slightly bent, like a lunge, and like a horse step, his left leg was bent in front of him, and his right leg was slightly bent in the back, rooted in the ground like an old tree, and it was a standard three-body pose.

"Well, this time the left leg feels a little awkward, it seems to be deliberately bent like that, a little fake, and there is less of the Taoist martial arts' inaction, which should be slightly tightened an inch. ”

"I feel much more comfortable this time! But why don't you feel angry?"

"Well, the sense of qi? No, no, how can it be a sense of qi? The sense of qi is a feeling that can only be achieved by practicing internal strength, and internal strength is a legendary thing, the so-called qi sinking dantian, meditation has a stream of air flowing in the body. ”

"That's right! When I stand on the pile, I always think of the air flow in my mind, and I think of the dantian, which is simply the wrong behavior! Xingyi Quan is not practiced internal strength, but Xingyi strength, and the so-called strength is the use of qi, blood and strength. ”

Thinking of this, Leng Fan suddenly realized, and finally thought through a question, why was it so easy for himself in his previous life to practice the strength of form and will, but now he has nothing to gain.

If you find this method, you will be able to grasp this energy, and you will be able to mobilize them as you like, which is to enter the primary realm of Xingyi Fist, the state of Ming Jin.

All the moves of Xingyi Quan are designed to allow the martial artist to master this energy as much as possible, and these moves are also the methods of using energy.

It's like a game character, there are many skills, but they can all be divided into two categories, one is active skills and the other is passive skills.

Passive skills can only be activated when certain conditions are met, just like Xingyi Strength, and the moves of Xingyi Fist are active skills, and they are the conditions for Xingyi Strength to be activated.

After thinking of this, Leng Fan's body seemed to have something broken, he trembled, and once again stood out of the three-body pose, loose on the outside and tight on the inside, and there was no change in the whole body, but the momentum changed dramatically, and the whole body turned into a whole, and it was like a big stone lying there, unshakable!

"Haha! It's done, this is the state of Mingjin, control your own power, a point of power is very powerful, and you don't waste a single thing. ”

Leng Fan finally showed a look of joy on his face, his efforts were not in vain, and he finally had Ming Jin again, at this time he was only eleven years old, and he had not practiced any moves of Xingyi Quan except for the three-body pose.

"Great, I've finally succeeded, I've only relied on the three-body pose to practice my strength, this foundation is countless times stronger than my previous life, as long as I can persevere, I will definitely surpass my previous life!".

"Well, after fifty more push-ups and one hundred and twenty sit-ups, the toughness of the body seems to have decreased a little recently, then..."

Leng Fan was so busy that he didn't notice Leng Aotian in the corner. Leng Aotian's expression became even more confused, his eyes were very sad, and the sadness seemed to be able to squeeze out the water, which made people feel distressed.

"Fate is like this, but what a hell!!!Ling'er, I've done my best for my husband. If it weren't for the sake of taking care of Fan'er, I would have slaughtered the world for my husband and saved you from the sea of suffering, the sky has abandoned me, I have become a demon, where can I still take care of the oath and promise, but I have suffered you, hey~"

Looking at the back of his father's departure, Leng Fan's heart ached, and after a year of getting along, he finally understood his father's suffering.

He is a sad person, an affectionate person, and a qualified father. No one knows the bitterness in his heart, only the endless cold air sighs for him.

Leng Fan knew that he was his father's fetters, if it weren't for him, his father would have flown to his mother's side a long time ago, and his mother did not die of illness in her previous life, she should have been seriously injured and finally died.

Leng Fan clenched his fists, and secretly swore in his heart that he must let those jackals, tigers and leopards suffer the consequences of their own evil and avenge their parents.

He suddenly had a thought, this thought is absolutely shocking to the people in the village now, once he goes to act, it will be difficult to turn back, and he will bear the symbol of shame for the rest of his life, and he will pay a shocking price: maybe life, maybe freedom!