Chapter 140 Do you love Ai Wen who is good at communicating?
In the private living room on the second floor of the third-storey villa in Huxin Island, Alvin met the martial arts senior and family allies in Mu Feng's mouth.
This is a white old man with gray hair but tall figure, clear and vivid blue eyes and sharp eyes like an eagle.
The two hideous old scars on the old man's face even coated the sharpness with a layer of bloody smell.
However, he was quite kind to the two of them.
As soon as Mu Feng and Alvin entered the living room, the old man who had obviously waited for a while put the teacup and the book in his hand, and said to Mu Feng with a smile.
"You kid is really slow to drive. Just like your second brother, it's not at all happy! I've been sitting here waiting for you for half an hour!
I have to accompany me to review a wave of battle deductions later. Just the Maple Leaf Kingdom’s 'Thirty Years of Independence War'."
"Okay, Uncle Fourth, you are interested today and must accompany you next time."
Mu Feng responded with a smile, then waved to Alvin.
"Alvin, call me the Fourth Master."
"Hello, Master Fourth~"
"Okay... Little guy, Mu Feng has shown off you a lot recently. Such a young champion-level master is amazing!"
As the old man said, he got up and walked to Evan, reached out and pressed him everywhere, as if he was checking his muscles and bones.
"Well, the little guy has such an amazing physical fitness. It seems that the title of "Future Sword Saint" in the newspaper is not nonsense.
Very good, very good!”
Feeling the fierce power between the young man's muscles and bones in front of him, the old man's heart couldn't help but feel unspeakable complexity.
That is a special kind of regret and loneliness.
I regret not being able to fight with a young strong man like Alvin, loneliness and his old age and weakness.
Since ancient times, famous generals have been like beauties, and they are not allowed to see white hair on earth.
As a relatively pure warrior, a soldier with many battles and a legendary warrior, he has experienced countless powerful enemies in his life, and has been on the verge of despair several times but has not been defeated.
But... he lost to time in the end.
Even though he insisted on practicing as much as possible every day, his backbone was still inevitably hunched down, and his once hard body became loose, and he often felt sore all over his body on rainy days.
Forty years ago, he could not sleep for several days and nights and fight in all directions, but now, he has to sleep at least twelve hours a day to barely maintain relative waking at other times.
All this is telling him clearly that he is old...
So, looking at the energetic young man in front of him, Brigadier General Cyrill suddenly remembered himself, and couldn't help feeling a little sad.
"Hey... I'm so old, I've become so sentimental today..."
A trace of darkness disappeared quietly in his eyes. The old man who did not notice his own strangeness was silently covering up the emotions in his heart and began to warmly greet Mu Feng and Alvin to sit down.
Maybe I just thought of myself from the teenager, and the more the old man looked at Alvin, the more he liked it.
That feeling is difficult to describe, but it will indeed affect a person's thoughts and actions.
Therefore, driven by this special favorable feeling, Cyril, who was actually very clear about what Mu Feng was here for today, did not make things difficult for Alvin at all.
He seemed to be a real ordinary old man, and asked someone about his academic performance, what hobbies he had, whether he was interested in learning strategy deduction from himself, etc.
He even gave someone a big red envelope, which immediately choked Mu Feng.
"Good guy, when I inherited the patriarch, you made things difficult for me a lot, but now you are actually crazy about the waters? Should you treat it so differently?!"
Unfortunately, no one would pay attention to the unbalanced shouting in his father-in-law's heart. Mu Feng was even "forgotten" by the old man. In the end, he could only pick up a book from the bookshelf next to him with a depressed look on his face and started reading it.
Cyril pulled Alvin to recall his glorious years, show off his achievements to him, and even took him to visit the showroom that he specially used to place honors.
There are three gold medals of the United States, representing the highest honor of the army. As for the second-level silver medals and glory medals, they both reach double digits, which is simply terrifying!
After recalling the past, the old man then brought Alvin to a special huge sand table room, teaching him how to use it to review the wars that have happened before, and how to further simulate the original battles, etc.
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Alvin was eager to absorb these precious knowledge.
After all, he now has a Twilight Army in his hand. He can learn more strategic command knowledge and can use it sooner or later.
Unfortunately, the old man's energy is indeed not good.
After talking about some basic military content with great enthusiasm, the old man inevitably began to look tired.
Even though Alvin quietly mobilized the Holy Light to brush a few trace versions of [Healing] for him, the old man finally barely held on until noon.
After accompanying the two to have lunch and giving Alvin a note about his experience in the war, the old man went back to his room to rest with a look of relief and sadness.
"The natural withering of vitality... If it were a game, this was insufficient blood bar limit. The blood recovery skill was not correct at all. You have to find a way to increase the length of the blood bar..."
Although I regret not being able to learn more command knowledge, Alvin is still very satisfied with what he has gained today.
Mu Feng is also satisfied.
From the perspective of my father-in-law, all this today is undoubtedly the elder-level old man who gave me great face and extra care.
Otherwise, no matter how likable someone is, it will not be able to explain the old man's strange attitude of being too intimate, and he wishes he could recognize a god grandson on the spot.
"Maybe... it also has something to do with the younger generations of the Boulder family. I rarely have time to see my fourth uncle in recent years?"
Anyway, Mu Feng wanted to break his head, and he couldn't guess that his son-in-law had some kind of "extraordinary communication skills" and was best at communicating face to face with others.
If there are no bystanders, the effect will be even better!
In short, this visit was very successful, but it was delayed a little long. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when the two of them returned to the gym again.
Alvin then had a brief chat with his father-in-law, and finally returned to the rental house that had been away for many days with his own things and the notebook with his lifelong combat experience.
After spending a few minutes to patiently sort out the things, Alvin planned to build a battle sandbox in the villa in Hope City, while taking out a letter from his backpack.
This is what Xiao Ming asked Qianwei to bring him.
As for the content, except for those polite words that were obviously not written by people like Xiao Ming, it is mainly an invitation.
"Is the younger generation of martial arts circle?"
Alvin pondered for a moment, and finally chose to throw the letter into the trash can.
Mu Feng has a favor, or even a gradually transforming family affection, so he will naturally obey the other party’s many arrangements unconditionally.
But let it go if you are a mere youth martial arts circle in this city.
He didn't have that much time, and he didn't want to waste his energy on this meaningless temptation and arguing.
I have this time to make up for my youthful regrets, such as if I were to go out for a walk in the amusement park with my girlfriend, Xueli?
Moreover, he has to book a hotel for the evening later.
Alvin has made an appointment with Katie, Aurora, Ming Qianhui, Harry and other small gangs of his family to have a dinner together at 6 o'clock tonight to celebrate.
Although after the thriving church and Twilight Church flourished, in theory, it no longer had the rigid demand for cultivating spokespersons, so there was no need to worry about these people anymore.
But... he is not the legendary gods who can be heartless and desireless, and he cannot be "sad" without being sad or happy...