"Xiao Su's cultivation level is second only to yours?"
Hearing Uncle Jing's words, Tong Dongjie, who was still sitting quite comfortably, suddenly stood up from the sofa.
"Huh? It seems a little angry, but not very like it. It's strange."
Looking at Tong Dongjie in front of him, Su Xiaofan frowned because he found that Tong Dongjie seemed to have an indescribable aura, which vaguely put some pressure on himself.
This kind of pressure was not big, and it was not a threat to Su Xiaofan. What surprised him was that the qi that appeared along with the momentum did not look like true qi, but it had the nature of true qi.
"Well, did your Uncle Jing say something big?" Jing Shizhen didn't even look up at Tong Dongjie's aura.
"This...how is this possible? How old is Xiao Su?" Tong Dongjie's face was full of disbelief.
"And I've never heard of Xiao Su before. Uncle Jing, are you sure?"
Tong Dongjie still couldn't believe it, because people like them also existed in circles. They were descendants of various families or inheritances, and they had often heard of it even if they had never seen it.
Although some inheritances have completely disappeared into the mountains and forests and have never been born, as long as they enter the society, Tong Dongjie knows that most of them will never be missed.
"Nonsense, I am joking with you, I don't know about my own apprentice?"
Seeing that Tong Dongjie was actually questioning himself, Jing Shizhen rolled his eyes angrily and said, "My disciple is from Sujia Village. Even if he is gifted, it is not surprising."
"Sujia Village? I understand."
Hearing the three words Sujiacun, Tong Dongjie showed a look of relief on his face, but then he said: "Uncle Jing, people from Sujiacun generally don't come out. What's going on with Brother Su?"
Even if he knew that Su Xiaofan was Uncle Jing's disciple before, Tong Dongjie would always call him "Little Su". After learning about Su Xiaofan's cultivation and origin, the title immediately became "Brother Su".
"It's not like there are no people out in Sujiacun, you just don't know."
Jing Shizhen curled her lips and suddenly looked at Su Xiaofan, "Xiaofan, what's your father's name?"
"My father's name is Su Weixuan. Master, do you know him?" Su Xiaofan replied without knowing why.
"Hey, it's really that kid."
Jing Shizhen looked at Su Xiaofan with a strange look, "Didn't your dad say anything to you? You haven't practiced the Sujiacun skills either?"
"I didn't say anything, I just told me to study hard and get into a good university."
Su Xiaofan shook his head. When he was seven years old, his father went out to work. Sometimes he didn't come back once a year. He didn't have much contact, and the father and son didn't sit down together and talk.
"I've practiced boxing and kicking kung fu, but they're all country moves, so they don't count as any kind of kung fu..."
From elementary school to high school, Su Xiaofan was definitely the best in the school. This is all due to the boxing and kicking skills he learned in the village since he was a child.
Of course, Su Xiaofan never took the initiative to cause trouble, but whenever someone bullied him, Su Xiaofan had to beat him into submission.
When Su Xiaofan was in junior high school in the town, he once got into a fight with a classmate in the town. The man didn't hit him, so he went to the town and asked two social youths to block Su Xiaofan at the school gate.
Su Xiaofan suffered a bit that time and got a brick on his head.
But the two were even worse. One's eyebrow bone and nose bridge were broken by Su Xiaofan, and the other's spleen was injured by Su Xiaofan. He lay in the hospital for half a month.
Later, there was some dispute over the matter, and the families of the two injured people approached the school.
However, Su Xiaofan's grades were very good and he was naturally a good student in the eyes of the teacher. In the end, the school came forward to resolve the matter.
Su Xiaofan once asked the old village chief whether he was practicing boxing with horse steps since he was a child. Is it the legendary Kung Fu?
Who knew that Su Xiaofan was ridiculed by the old village chief. This was a countryman's self-defense technique. It was not considered a skill. Su Xiaofan believed in the old village chief's words. He had always thought so.
The reason why Wu Chuanbao blocked him last time was not that Su Xiaofan was afraid of them, but that he did use words to mislead the other party when he was selling things. He felt a little unjust, so he didn't take action.
Compared with the boxing and kicking skills he used to practice in the past, Su Xiaofan felt that what Uncle Jing taught him was the real training method.
"It seems like you haven't practiced before. Why doesn't your dad teach you?" Jing Shizhen shook his head in confusion.
"What skills does my dad practice?"
Su Xiaofan looked at Uncle Jing in disbelief, "That's impossible. If he knew how, how could he not teach me? I'm his son."
Su Xiaofan was talking and his hands were not idle. He took out his cell phone and called his father.
"Turn off the phone again." Listening to the voice coming from the phone, Su Xiaofan hung up the phone angrily.
"Maybe I don't want you to come into contact with these things."
Jing Shizhen gave a bitter smile and said, "I don't know if I am right to accept you as my disciple. You and I may come to trouble me in the future."
"That's not the case. If you don't teach me yourself, why don't you let others teach you?"
Su Xiaofan encouraged his master, but he still couldn't believe that his father was actually a practitioner, but he couldn't be found now, so Su Xiaofan had no way to confirm it.
"Then everything about the captain was all lied to me."
Su Xiaofan's teeth itched with hatred. He had never doubted his father's words in more than ten years, but now it seemed that what his father said was probably not the truth.
"Master, what does my dad do? Where is he now?"
Su Xiaofan looked at Uncle Jing. From what Uncle Jing just said, he could tell that the master must know his father.
"I know a little about what your father does, but it's not very accurate, so I can't tell you. You'd better ask yourself when you see him in the future."
Jing Shizhen waved his hand and said: "As for where he is, I really don't know. I saw him once many years ago, and it has been almost twenty years now."
"Yeah, it's a useless question again."
If the master didn't say anything, Su Xiaofan had nothing to do with him. He turned to Tong Dongjie and said, "Mr. Tong, please tell me, what is going on?"
Su Xiaofan discovered that it seemed that Master, Tong Dongjie, and his father all knew a lot of things, but he himself was kept in the dark.
"I'd better start from the beginning, otherwise I won't understand."
Tong Dongjie sighed. He realized that Su Xiaofan really didn't know anything. He had no cultivation, but it was just a blank sheet of paper.
"Our country used to have many legends, as you know, right? They are not myths and legends, but things that actually happened and are recorded in history."
Tong Dongjie seemed to be choosing his words, thinking about how to say it, "For example, like the overlord lifting the cauldron, Li Yuanba in the Sui and Tang Dynasties, Li Cunxiao, the thirteenth Taibao,
The deeds of these people are actually true. Have you ever thought about why they are so invincible?"
"Because they have all practiced Kung Fu?" Su Xiaofan blurted out.
Of the three people Tong Dongjie mentioned, Su Xiaofan knew that the overlord was naturally Xiang Yu. According to legend, he could carry a thousand catties of cauldron with one hand. If this was true, Xiang Yu must have practiced some kind of skill.
As for Li Yuanba in the Sui and Tang Dynasties, a pair of hammers weighed 800 kilograms, which was like a large dumbbell. Ordinarily, let alone using it as a weapon, I might not even be able to pick it up.
There was also the Thirteen Taibao Li Cunxiao, who was also a ruthless person in history.
During the crusade against Huang Chao's uprising, Li Cunxiao led 18 men to attack Huang Chao's 80,000-strong army. How could he do it if he didn't have any skills? One of them could drown them with just a spitting breath.
"Yes, they have all practiced martial arts, which can also be said to be ancient martial arts."
Tong Dongjie nodded and said: "Many figures in history have great kung fu skills. They are truly the kind of kung fu that can defeat thousands of people, not those gadgets in today's society."
"Before the Ming Dynasty, the practice of Kung Fu was still very popular."
Tong Dongjie continued: "But I don't know why, since the late Ming Dynasty, it has been increasingly difficult for ordinary people to practice cultivation.
Later, after firearms became popular, there were very few practitioners, most of the inheritance was cut off, and most of those who continued to live disappeared into the world..."
According to Tong Dongjie, there were two systems of ancient cultivation.
One is to polish the body and exercise the body, so that you can become a fierce general on the battlefield, commonly known as the enemy of ten thousand people. This kind of training is the ancient martial arts system.
People like Xiang Yu, Li Yuanba, and Li Cunxiao are all outstanding practitioners of ancient martial arts and have left a huge reputation in history.
People like Gui Guzi in the Spring and Autumn Period, Dongfang Shuo in the Han Dynasty, and Zhang Sanfeng in the Ming Dynasty practiced internal methods.
These people who practice internal medicine pursue immortality and are not deeply involved in the world, but they have also left traces in some historical periods.
It’s just that since the Ming Dynasty, both those who practiced ancient martial arts and those in the inner family system have gradually disappeared, and those ten thousand enemies can no longer be seen on the battlefield.
Of course, these inheritances have not been cut off and have continued to this day.
However, there are only a handful of people who can succeed in cultivation, and they can barely maintain the continuation of the inheritance.
Tong Dongjie was born into the Tong family in southern Fujian, which can be regarded as a family that inherits ancient martial arts.
In the past hundred years, wars in China continued, and the Tong family almost lost its inheritance.
Since the ancestors of the Tong family were established relatively early, they had many branches abroad and started trading after the founding of the People's Republic of China. This allowed the Tong family to gradually regain its vitality.
"Well, if Mr. Tong had been born in ancient times, he would have been an enemy of thousands of people."
Su Xiaofan recognized Tong Dongjie's words. Although he was praising the other person, he felt in his heart that with his current strength, he could probably follow the example of Bawang and go to Juding.
"Stop calling me Mr. Tong, call me Brother Dong."
Tong Dongjie smiled and shook his head and said, "I'm still far behind. My qualifications are not good enough. I just came out to do business. Otherwise, I wouldn't have the time to take care of these mundane things."
"Then there are many practitioners in our Sujia Village?"
Su Xiaofan asked curiously, as familiar faces flashed through his mind.
"Gu Wu and the Nei family are originally two systems. I really don't know this." Tong Dongjie smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Not much. These days, practicing internal martial arts also requires qualifications."
Jing Shizhen interjected: "As far as I know, your father is the only person who has emerged in Sujia Village in the past few decades."
"Why do I have such a father who likes to cheat on his son!"
After hearing what Uncle Jing said, Su Xiaofan became angrier and angrier as he thought about it, his teeth itching with hatred.
He felt that his father must have studied acting. Every time he came back, he looked like he was overworked, and he often asked himself to slap his back and rub his shoulders.
