"No! I just made a joke with you. The master shouted, how can it be false? As the saying goes, once a husband and wife..., no, once a teacher, always a father. From now on, you will
He’s my biological father, is that okay?” Shao Yan said as he glanced at Zheng Yuegui, gesturing for her to hide behind him.
"Haha..., what a 'father for life', what a pair of sharp teeth, well, for the sake of you calling me 'master', old man, I will let this girl go for the time being. As for what happens in the future, then
It depends on your performance." The strange old man was afraid that the two of them would not understand, so he deliberately patted his stomach and added: "Old man, I eat a lot lately, especially when I am angry, and I may not be able to control myself, so..."
"My disciple understands, master, you are the best among masters. How can I dare to make you angry?"
“It’s good to know”
Otherwise, I would be too lazy to care about you because you are a lunatic. Damn it, why am I so miserable that I would meet such a crazy old man? It’s despicable and shameless. God, please open your eyes and see..., Shao
Yan raised his head and silently prayed to heaven. Unexpectedly, his eyes were fascinated by the dust falling from it. He stretched out his hands and rubbed it hard, and tears flowed down.
"You brat, are you crying? What? You don't want to?" The strange old man looked at him in surprise. Shao Yan just rubbed his eyes and had no time to pay attention to him. The strange old man mocked: "The so-called man doesn't shed tears lightly.
I didn’t expect you to be so useless, hey..."
Today, if your back hurts when you stand and talk, I'll grab some mud and pour it into your eyes, you dead old man, crazy old man... Shao Yan secretly yelled, but on the surface he had to force a smile and pretend to be aggrieved.
He said with a sad face: "What the master taught me is that you can't fall behind if you shed skin and flesh, and you can't shed tears if you bleed. As a man, you must not shed tears easily, especially in front of a woman."
Zheng Yuegui handed him a handkerchief. Shao Yan looked at the pattern of "Dragon Wind Presents Xiang" on it and couldn't help but think of the past. He thought that what he was best at in school was picking up girls. Although he had played with many women in his life,
But there is only one girl named Wenjuan who is really good to him. They are both orphans. They grew up together, went to school together, and even fight together.
Once, when he and Wenjuan were shopping, five or six gangsters armed with machetes suddenly appeared from behind. He pushed Wenjuan away, but was stabbed twice in the back. He endured the pain while holding on.
Wenjuan's hand rushed out
The two came to an osmanthus tree. Wenjuan took out a handkerchief embroidered with "dragon and phoenix in auspiciousness" and wiped the wound on his shoulder and the sweat on her forehead for him. Shao Yan saw that her nervous look was particularly cute, so he took advantage of it.
She unexpectedly kissed him hard on her pretty face. Wenjuan raised her fist in shame and lightly hit him on the back. Shaoyan deliberately pretended to be in pain. Wenjuan thought she had used too much force and was frightened.
Feeling helpless, Shao Yan chuckled and held her in his arms.
The breeze blew, and the sweet-scented osmanthus fell down gently on their shoulders. At this time, Shao Yan clearly felt Wenjuan's whole body trembling, and his hands slowly slid down along his arms.
Wenjuan never opened her eyes again, leaving only the last smile and a drop of affectionate tears...
"Wenjuan, Wenjuan..." Shao Yan cried bitterly while holding her weak body. It was not until later that he found out that Wenjuan had suffered from liver cancer three months ago, and it was already in the advanced stage. The doctor said that at most she would still be alive.
There are three months, and today is the last day
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Recalling the sad and angry past, Shao Yan could not help but shed tears at the corners of his eyes. Zheng Yuegui approached him and asked with concern: "Sir, are you okay?" The strange old man snorted casually: "What can happen to him?
I think he probably remembered someone? Maybe it was his old acquaintance?"
"Thank you for your concern, Princess, I'm fine!" Shao Yan shook his head with a tearful smile: "Master is right, what can happen to me? It's just that I'm a little emotional."
"Aroused by the scene? I think it's an old love that is unforgettable?" The strange old man laughed maliciously. Shao Yan wiped away his tears, glanced at him, and said coldly: "Yes, being affectionate is better than being ruthless, at least better than some people.
, he looks serious and seems like a great good person, but inside he is so evil that he probably doesn’t even know how to write the word love in his life?"
"You brat, are you criticizing Sang and Huai?"
"Really? Why don't I think so? Master, you are fine in everything, but you are too suspicious. Do you know why I cry?"
Weird old man, Zheng Yuegui looked at each other
"Isn't it because of you, master?"
"Because of me?" The strange old man was very surprised. Shao Yan sighed deeply and said: "To be honest, my disciple has no father or mother since he was a child. He has been brought up by his uncle. Now he has left his hometown and fallen into a well..."
"Young master, you are leaving your hometown!" Zheng Yuegui reminded her with good intentions. Shao Yan hated being interrupted when he was speaking. Damn it, didn't he just say a wrong word? Why are you so serious? My dear princess, please ask you.
Can you leave me some room for imagination? It's really disappointing..., so he cleared his throat and continued, "Okay, old man, I know what you are going to say next." The strange old man interrupted him, "Shao Yan,
Are you going to say next, 'Master, you are my reborn parents. Apart from my uncle, you are the best to me in this life. I will listen to you, Master, in everything from now on.'"
Shao Yan was shocked. He never thought that the "classic quotation of flattery" he carefully weaved would actually hit the ugly old man in front of him, and it was so worthless. He was angry and angry.
Hate, respect and fear
It seems that this old man is not a lunatic. He is probably a psychological expert. No matter what kind of expert he is, in short, a good man will not suffer the immediate consequences. Instead of continuing to be entangled like this, it is better to show off.
As the saying goes, if you take a step further, you will be exposed to fire, and if you take a step back, the sea will be brighter. Thinking of this, Shao Yan showed an extremely vulgar smile, suddenly fell to his knees, clasped his fists with both hands, and said with great ambition: "The one who knows me is a master! I can win in this life."
It is Shaoyan's good fortune to meet his master, and the same is true for the master, so what more can a disciple ask for?"
But at this moment, Zheng Yuegui mercilessly pointed out his faulty sentence again, "Master Shao, it's like, 'If you get a wife like this, what else can a husband ask for?'"
"Oh? Really? Thank you princess for the two reminders. It looks like I really have to buy an "Idiom Dictionary"." Shao Yan was very unhappy. He hated it when someone interrupted him when he was talking.
"Okay, stop being so glib and get up!" The strange old man sat cross-legged, moved his lips slightly up and down, and said solemnly: "Without further delay, let's start now!"
"Start? Start with what?" Shao Yan looked at him blankly.
"My master will teach you Han Yang's magical skills now!"
"Han Yang Magic Technique? Master, I have only heard of Nine Yang Magic Technique"
The strange old man didn't say anything. He closed his eyes and tossed his head. He only heard a "swish" sound, and his long beard was like an arrow shooting from the string. Shao Yan had no time to dodge, and his whole body was already tightly tangled in beard.
Reality
The strange old man hit Shao Yan on the back of the head with his palm. In an instant, he saw a stream of hot air coming out of the back of his head. At first, he felt that his whole body was extremely hot, but overall he felt comfortable, a bit like in the winter.
The feeling of bathing in a bathhouse
A simple bath would be comfortable, but as time passed and the strange old man kept exercising, Shao Yan could clearly feel that the temperature was rising.
"Wow, it's killing me, it's killing me. Master, can you lower the temperature? I...I...I really can't stand it anymore. If this continues, my head will be roasted into a pig's head."
Shao Yan was sweating profusely and shaking his head back and forth. The sweat fell to the ground like a downpour. Zheng Yuegui saw that his expression was in great pain and couldn't help but feel anxious. While wiping his sweat with a hand, he prayed to the strange old man to stop exercising.
The strange old man never stopped, Shao Yan's body shook even more, his face was covered with wrinkles caused by the struggle, his face became very pale and haggard, his limbs twitched involuntarily, the strange old man stretched out his arms to hold his head tightly
, said calmly: "A calm mind will naturally cool down. Han Yang Gong is hot and cold. It is really difficult for ordinary people to get through this, but I believe you can do it. Don't think about anything now. Try to forget everything. Don't be distracted.
Otherwise, we will fail and you and I will definitely die."
"I know... I know... I know." Shao Yan gritted his teeth and nodded. The strange old man continued to put his palms together to do his exercises. Shao Yan tried to forget everything. His body gradually adapted to the high temperature, and his head also regained consciousness.
However, just as the two were concentrating on practicing, countless stones suddenly fell from the top of the well, each one as big as a palm. The moment Shao Yan opened his eyes, he found that a stone was about to hit the strange old man's head, so he said nothing
Without saying anything, he pushed the strange old man away with all his strength. Due to his temporary distraction, his internal organs were severely injured and he spit out a large mouthful of blood.
"Master Shao"
"Shao Yan!"
Zheng Yuegui rushed over regardless of her own safety. Shao Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand and said jokingly: "Don't worry, it's okay. This person should bleed more, so as to promote metabolism and live longer."
"Brother Shao, how can you still think about joking here?" Zheng Yuegui said angrily. Seeing her being so anxious, Shao Yan felt a little proud in his heart. He wanted to joke with the beauty some more, but why?
Pebbles fell one after another on the material, so he took Zheng Yuegui's hand and moved aside as quickly as possible. The strange old man suddenly threw his head, his long beard extended up along the well wall, and in an instant he heard a sharp sound.
Yelling, they saw a soldier falling from above. Shao Yan and Zheng Yuegui were stunned. The strange old man glared at the soldier angrily and asked: "Tell me, who instigated you to do this? Is it Wu Bian?"