The frost stamens are fresh, and the savages open the path and plant them new.

The cold fragrance is good, and you can pick it while the Double Ninth Festival is available.

Make an appointment with neighbors and have to look for wine.

On the side of the eastern fence, I resigned for the flower, and Tao Pengze was found in ancient times.

Just as I was asking questions in my heart and constantly changing my thoughts, Brother Lin Feng had already stood up, walked over quickly, held the old man's arm, and shouted: "Master, you are here."

I was surprised, Master——? This is Brother Lin Feng’s master!

I vaguely remembered it. It was when I graduated from my senior year of high school. I was opening a store to install the machine. Brother Lin came to visit and mentioned his master. The lecturer told him that he also conveyed some advice to me about innate martial arts.

It is related to myself, so I naturally paid special attention and planted a deeper impression, so I remembered it all at once.

Thinking of this, I was even more surprised. If the person I guessed was right, this was an extraordinary old man. I could still be neglected there, so I quickly got up and followed him, and stood respectfully on the other side of the old man.

The old man smiled and patted Lin Feng's hand gently: "Feng'er, don't be too polite." Although the voice was not loud, it seemed to be full of energy.

At this time, I stood beside me, watching the old man, and saw that his expression seemed to be quite old, but he had a long-haired face, a rosy face, and a pair of long-lived eyebrows. He looked very flirtatious.

However, his outfit made me laugh in my heart. His thin figure was wearing a blue shirt, which looked like a traditional crosstalk and a bit like a legendary Taoist priest.

The old man looked at me, and although his eyes were gentle, he had an extraordinary smell.

I suddenly felt that my childish thoughts were completely exposed to this attention. He seemed to be able to see through me, and with my thoughts, he actually smiled at me.

I was embarrassed for a moment and immediately forgot the strangeness of his clothes.

Lin Feng rushed to say, "Master, this is the little brother I have told you - Yu Yicheng." He said to me again, "Brother, come and greet me, my master Duan Yunhai."

"Master." I quickly shouted to hide my anxiety.

"Master, I don't dare to be it. The first time we met, you can call me a good old Taoist or say crosstalk better." After that, the old man touched his chin and laughed at me again.

Sure enough, I could know what I was thinking. Although he was joking, I didn’t dare to be rude and said immediately: “Boy is unreasonable, please don’t blame me.”

The old man laughed out loud again, "The boy can teach you. The young man is straightforward and cute. Why is that strange? Come on, sit down." He held Lin Feng with one hand and me with the other, and walked towards the table.

I poured him a cup of tea, the old man tasted it, looked at Brother Lin Feng, and smiled and said, "It's rare that Feng'er has always remembered my habits."

In front of the old man, I felt very restrained and was not used to his tone. It seemed that the legendary martial arts drama was repeating.

He turned his eyes to me again: "My friend, don't be careful. Don't look at me as old as I am, I still want to be very relaxed. Say whatever I want to say."

Since I couldn't hide anything in front of him, and the old man looked amiable and cute, I couldn't help but laugh and felt much more relaxed.

"Master, I received guidance from my elder brother last year. Although I was told by the elder brother, I always hope to see the old man and receive teaching in person."

At this time, Brother Lin went to order food below. No outsiders were present, so I told the truth.

The change in mentality, the old man with open heart could naturally feel it, and seemed to appreciate it, and nodded slightly: "Little brother, don't call me Master, we have a shallow relationship, and I really dare not take it."

"The old man is not so arrogant. Although he has never taught me, I have a deep friendship with Brother Feng. Although he calls Master a little abruptly, it cannot be considered an exaggeration." Somehow, this sentence slipped out of my mouth. But I was shocked. The tone of speaking was still not in line with my personality.

"Okay, that's what I'm not. In this way - Master is just Master, you kid is quite tempted by me." Mr. Duan is a generous person.

Just then, Brother Lin finished ordering the dishes and came back. Old Duan said to him: "Feng'er, this kid knows how to adapt, but he is much more flexible than you. If he had met him earlier, I wouldn't choose you, a stubborn guy, as his apprentice. If you can endure hardships, if you have more spiritual energy, your achievements will definitely be much better than you now."

"Didn't the master say that the apprentice has no innate foundation, and no matter how much progress is, it is limited. Feng'er can achieve today, but it's not entirely up to your teachings back then. Master, it's really not easy to see you. Today, Xiaoyu is here, which is a good opportunity. Can you talk more? It's also possible for us to have a long experience."

The old man was about to reply, but the waiter pushed the door open and came in.

There are not many customers, and there are also benefits. After a while, the waiter brought two hot dishes, brought another clay jar, and brought three large bowls.

Lin Feng reached out and patted off the sealed mud, lifted the jar, poured the liquid inside into the bowl, and a faint fragrance overflowed, the brown was slightly sticky, and the senses were really good. I didn't know what the taste was, so I secretly swallowed.

Old Duan looked like a drunkard, and seemed to be unable to wait. He picked up the bowl, tasted it first, and praised: "Good wine."

He said to me again: "Everything is easy, don't be polite." He said this several times in a while, and it seemed that he was afraid that I would be restrained. He was an old man who was very easy to get along with.

Lin Feng also explained from the side: "Master has always been like this."

I didn't care, but instead felt that I was quite tempted to taste it when I smelled the faint fragrance. I had already had the urge to taste it. It was just because the elders were ahead, so I was embarrassed. If I were with my brothers and sisters, I would have to start first.

Looking at the quaint smell of the jar, it must be a treasure inside. I don’t know how valuable it is, will it endanger your pocket?

Since the master had already started, there was something to be polite to him, so he picked it up and tasted it. He almost spit it out with a "pah". What is this wine? It's so unpalatable, and it smells of baked sweet potatoes.

Old Duan smiled slightly, then gulped again, and took a big sip: "Why, boy, I can't drink this smell. This is the best rice wine that has been stored underground for more than five years, and it is difficult to find in ordinary places."

No matter what he said, I didn't want to taste this old mud jar of wine again. It was too difficult to drink. The old man looked like a drunkard, and he had a sweet expression of drinking. I started to feel that he was fairy-like and had a bit of a worldly appearance. Later, I felt that the act of rushing to drink his true nature and made me feel very close. I didn't want to deceive me into drinking such a difficult wine.

I thought Mr. Duan was easy to get along with, so I had some childish thoughts.

No matter how much I complain, I really like this old man. No matter what, it is really older, and others are just people in the world, better than the so-called masters in the legend who seem to be indifferent to the world.

Although I know that he is not an ordinary person, I still only regard him as an elder with a childlike innocence. Regardless of whether he can see what I think in my heart, he is evaluating it in his heart.

This psychological activity did not escape Duan Old's eyes. There was a faint smile in his eyes. He nodded alone while drinking the strange-smelling yellow wine, as if he was admiring the fine wine in the bowl.

Seeing that he was drinking happily, I was not willing to be outdone. I picked up a piece of chicken and put it in my mouth and chewed it carefully. It was really unique. The same chicken was made with a unique flavor. It was a rare delicacy.

As long as the good thing is eaten into my mouth, I don’t care about anything else. I don’t give in. I keep pushing the chopsticks, attacking each plate in turn, and constantly complimenting it.

The most tasteless thing was Brother Lin Feng. He watched us both have fun, but he couldn't show off his elegance.

I remembered his majestic appearance on the fighting arena and was secretly funny.

When it comes to fighting and grappling, he knows the best way to adapt and can be said to be using everything. On this occasion, it is as Mr. Duan said, with more restraint and less casualness. Only other people like this are most suitable for confidential work, able to endure loneliness, and keep their mouths as tight as a bottle.

"Brother Lin, eat it." Seeing himself sweeping the delicious food on the table like a wind and cloud, he occasionally picked up a chopstick and took a sip. He felt a little sympathetic to him. He didn't know if he liked the smell of the rice wine, but he was afraid that both of them would eat up all the food. At least he had agreed that I was the host.

Mr. Duan drank a large bowl again, and Lin Feng picked up the jar and poured it on.

Without putting ready-made napkins, he raised his sleeve and wiped his mouth. In this way, the old man completely walked off the altar in my eyes, just a cute old man.

He smiled and watched him put the chopsticks in. Duan Laoyi glared: "Boy, if you don't eat well, just look at what I am doing."

"Master, you should call me Yicheng." I begged out. The word "boy" and various adjectives were added to it. It was basically a patent from Sister Xu Yang. During the past few months of bedtime, he has been using everything. Yun Xi would occasionally call it a few times. These two words have already made my ears calloused, and I really don't want to listen anymore.

"Okay, Yicheng, let's Yicheng. Yicheng--"

"Master." I quickly agreed.

Old Duan turned around and looked at Lin Feng again before speaking to me: "Have you ever been that powerful? I don't look like old man no matter how I look horizontally."

It's a boy again, this old man, I also called him in my heart.

"Okay, it's Yicheng, what's going on?"

I was excited for a moment and forgot that he could know what I thought, so I quickly slapped: "Master Mingjian, Yicheng did encounter some accidents later."

There is no need to hide it in front of the master, so he told him everything about his past and back. He gained superpowers from himself, how to get advice from Mr. Ji, and how to get hurt for some reason.

Mr. Duan listened to my story and added a few words from time to time. Hearing the section where the Zhidi Realm opened, he called out "Okay", and talking about the technique of getting the [Qingxin Yin], he said, "This Qingxin Yin is also very rare." When he was hurt by Hang Haisheng, he laughed and scolded, "There is another one, and this kid is also a half-baked guy. He has not learned it well, so he uses it to hurt people."

All of this, in his opinion, is ordinary and nothing strange.

"It's all, that's it."

I nodded: "It's gone."

Old Duan reached out and touched my pulse and squeezed my muscles, "What a pair of sluts." If you guessed correctly, this is his evaluation of me and Hang Haisheng.

"Okay, I'll tell you very well. Come and pour it on, pour it on." Before I knew it, a big bowl of stomach was taken off again. This old man didn't know how many baked sweet potatoes could be served in his stomach.

Jiuxing also came up, and Duan Tanxing was also very excited and knocked on my head, "You must know how to respect the elderly and love the young, do you know?" Then he began his story.

This matter is a major event that I have to do in my life, so I naturally listened without saying a word. Brother Lin Feng did not feel like this like me. He just listened casually and slowly drank the strange-smelling rice wine.

Listening to his story, I was getting more and more surprised.

"In fact, innate practice is inherent in life, and it cannot be obtained through acquired practice. The people who possess it have this potential when they are born. It is just about the time it is stimulated."

"A very small number of people can be used after birth, and some people show it when they are not old. For example, Zhu Wuzhang, the founding ancestor of the Ming Dynasty, was said to be able to speak when they were born. Others include the ancients, Kuang Zu, Wang Can, and the Twelve Ganluo were prime ministers. If these are not false rumors, they must be examples of early activation of innate martial arts. There are also many foreign inventors, who are different from ordinary people at a young age."

"There are many forms of innate martial arts, and it is not just a master of martial arts. If you enter the Tao in a certain field, you must become the best in it. Of course, your ability is also certain. You will focus on a certain aspect and reach a certain level. It is difficult to make any major breakthroughs, so there are very few truly great people."

"Do you know our founding prime minister?"

After receiving the affirmation, Mr. Duan continued: "He is known for his extraordinary energy. He works day and night and is tireless. He will never forget him every time he meets. No matter how long he has passed, he can always remember his people and things quickly, just like Zhuge Wuhou. Unfortunately, I have no chance to meet him, but I can be sure that he is also one of the owners of innate martial arts."

I was fascinated by the sound of hearing this, and I didn't expect that I was one of these few people, so I was so lucky. Thinking about the whole process, my superpowers were more affordable to make money.

"Yicheng, that electric shock accident must be one of the reasons for your innate martial arts achievements. It's a pity that you failed to be enlightened in time and opened up your spiritual consciousness, so you have so many twists and turns. It happened that you encountered another one and were injured, otherwise your achievements would not only be maintained in the current situation."

I thought I was lucky enough to be able to do it by mistake. I didn’t think that this was still far from being able to use it for the most part of the real thing. What I know and use is just a drop in the sea.

When I heard the words on me, my most concern was naturally whether I could fully recover: "Then, what should I do when I see my current situation?"

Mr. Duan looked at me, "If you don't talk about a pair of gangsters, neither of you really entered the state of receiving and receiving freely, so you took action rashly, and today is where you are today. A true innate martial arts master can hurt people invisibly and save people invisibly."

He heard him blame him casually, and his heart was over and over. In my opinion, Hang Haisheng was already powerful enough, and invisibly put a lot of pressure on me. In Old Duan's eyes, he was just a fool of two naughty boys.

"It's a pity that this is not light or severe, and your energy is completely accumulated. It is not a normal injury at all. I have no choice but to do my best and leave it to fate. It depends on your luck."

When I heard this, why didn’t I get anxious and I didn’t care about keeping calm: “What should I do? Will this be the case for the rest of my life?”

Mr. Duan knew so well about innate martial arts that I had already had endless hope, but I didn't expect that I would be able to reach the bottom of the valley all at once. How could I be content?

"I want to ask you, do you have any other opportunities after you are injured?"

When I just talked about Hang Haisheng, I gradually became angry and didn't talk about what happened later.
To be continued...