Mr. Liu is eighty-four years old this year and has experienced many storms in his life. However, he is not afraid of people changing their lives and suffering divine punishment or shortening their lifespan.
It's just that even the master who taught him the art of physiognomy couldn't perform that kind of magic. Even if Mr. Liu wanted to help Qin Feng, he didn't have that incredible ability.
"Dad, just let him go like this?"
After hearing his father's words, the Liu family's youngest son, who had yet to become a disciple, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
The Baji Boxing method passed down by the Liu family is in the lineage of Li Shuwen, the magic gun, and can be said to be the most authentic Baji Boxing method. If Qin Feng has not yet developed his inner strength, it is nothing if he only learns a few moves.
But now Qin Feng has obviously had his first glimpse of the world. If he cannot be accepted into his sect, according to the rules of the world, Qin Feng should take back his skills.
"Second brother, there are not many people willing to learn martial arts now. Don't have that narrow-minded view anymore."
Mr. Liu naturally knew what his son was thinking, so he shook his head and said: "Back then, Master Yang Luchan stole his disciple Chen Changxing, and there is a legend that has been passed down. Your master accepted his disciples regardless of their origins. Could it be that I can't do it when it comes to you and me?"
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"Dad, I was wrong!"
After being lectured by his father, Liu Jiacheng couldn't say a word, because the allusion the old man said was almost known to everyone in the world.
Yang Luchan is the founder of Yang Style Tai Chi. He was fond of martial arts since he was a child. Due to his poor family and forced to make a living, he worked in the traditional Chinese medicine brand "Taihe Tang" on Xiguan Street in Guangping Prefecture.
This pharmacy was opened by Chen Dehu, a native of Chenjiagou, Jiaowen, southern Henan. Seeing that Yang was diligent, loyal, reliable, and smart and capable, Chen sent him to work at Chenjiagou's home in Jiaowen, southern Henan.
It happened that Tai Chi master Chen Changxing came to Chen Dehu's house to teach as a disciple. Yang was very envious and wanted to learn the art from him. However, he was worried that Chen would not accept him.
When Chen's master and apprentice were practicing boxing, he watched from the sidelines, carefully noted down certain moves, and practiced them privately when no one was around.
Later, Chen Changxing discovered Yang Luchan's behavior and saw that he was a talent that could be developed. Instead of blaming him, he boldly abandoned the sectarian opinions and taboos and allowed him to formally learn Tai Chi in his spare time. This created a generation of Tai Chi master Yang Luchan.
"Grandpa Liu, Master Liu, thank you!"
After hearing that the old man asked him to leave, Qin Feng suppressed his disappointment that he could not succeed in his apprenticeship. He bowed deeply to the two of them, turned around and walked out.
As for what Mr. Liu just said about his premature death, Qin Feng didn't understand much, but even if he did, he wouldn't take it to heart. He has been wandering alone with his sister for the past few years. He has long been obsessive about the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth.
His courage is not ordinary.
Just when Qin Feng was about to step out of the yard, the old man suddenly said: "Little guy, come earlier in the future, there will be no shortage of food for anyone in the family!"
"Grandpa Liu, I still have a younger sister." Qin Feng shook his head and declined the old man's kindness.
"You stupid boy, can't you just bring me with you?"
Mr. Liu sighed. He had known about the situation in Qin Feng's family for a long time, but because of Qin Feng's unusual appearance, the old man had never helped. But now that his time is approaching, he has nothing to worry about.
"Thank you, thank you Grandpa Liu!"
Hearing the old man's words, Qin Feng suddenly stopped and his thin body started to tremble. He didn't have to accept his help, but he was willing to pay any price if he could let his sister live a stable life.
Slowly turning around, Qin Feng knelt down to Mr. Liu in the courtyard, kowtowed respectfully, and then stood up and disappeared into the night.
After Qin Feng left, Liu Jiacheng looked at his father and said, "Dad, I think this kid also values friendship. Why are you unwilling to accept him?"
"What do you know?"
The old man waved his hand and said: "This child has strange bones. If he can survive the catastrophe, he will either be a saint who saves the world or a hero in troubled times. But in my opinion, the latter is more likely..."
Liu Yunjiao lived a life of ups and downs, and it was not until his later years that he finally returned to his roots. He did not want his descendants to be like him. No matter how talented Qin Feng was, he did not want to get too involved with him.
But the old man was kind-hearted after all. He looked at the Qin Feng brothers and sisters pitifully. If Qin Feng really faced the disaster in the future, he wanted to help the girl and raise her up in the Liu family.
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"I no longer have to leave my sister alone at home at night..."
Although he failed to become a master, Qin Feng was still very happy, not because the brother and sister had dinner, but because they didn't have to leave his sister alone at night to secretly learn martial arts.
You know, if it weren't for Dahuang's protection some time ago, his "home" would have been almost broken into by a mentally unstable person, which made Qin Feng fearful for several days.
"A Feng, wait for me!" Qin Feng, who was rushing home in a hurry, suddenly heard Liu Zimo's voice coming from behind him, and quickly stopped, with a smile on his face.
After an accident at home, Qin Feng, who was originally cheerful and lively, became taciturn. Apart from being with his sister, he had no other friends. However, after coming to Cangzhou, he became good friends with Liu Zimo.
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It was one afternoon more than three years ago. Qin Feng and his sister were returning from picking up rags. They were blocked by a group of young men who booed them, calling them the king of rags.
At that time, Qin Feng had been stealing for two years. Although he could not keep up with his nutrition, none of these boys could be his opponent. However, Qin Feng did not take these ridicules to heart at all, and took his sister and prepared to leave.
At this time, Liu Zimo, who had just been sent to the mainland by his father, appeared. He had practiced Bajiquan with the old man since he was a child. His kung fu was much deeper than Qin Feng. After a quarrel, he beat the shit out of those boys.
I don't know if it was due to the different education he received. Liu Zimo did not look down on Qin Feng in any way. Instead, he admired him for taking his sister alone. He even passed the Baji Fist Technique to him in private, and the two became friends.
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"Zimo, thank you!" Qin Feng turned around and said, "I will take my sister there tomorrow, why are you chasing after me?"
"Tomorrow is tomorrow, today we have things to do today!"
As the most favored junior in the Liu family, Liu Zimo usually behaves well in front of his elders, but in front of his friends, he seems much more casual. He took out an object from his pocket, Liu Zimo handed it over and said: "Ah
Feng, this is for you."
"Money? What are you giving me money for?"
After using the dark street lamp on the roadside to clearly see the ten-yuan bills rolled up in Liu Zimo's hand, Qin Feng's face became a little ugly, shook his head and said: "A Feng, you have known me for so long, don't you know that I
temper?"
When his parents were still alive, the most common sentence Qin Feng heard was from his father, "Sweating one's own sweat, eating one's own food, and relying on the heaven and the earth to rely on the parents are not true heroes!"
After his parents passed away, although Qin Feng lived in embarrassment, he never forgot his father's words. Over the years, he had picked up rags, helped others harvest crops and planted rice, but he had never received any favor from anyone in vain.
If he hadn't watched his sister grow up day by day, she would have been delayed if she didn't go to school. I'm afraid Qin Feng wouldn't have accepted Mr. Liu's kindness this time.
So when he saw the money handed over by Liu Zimo, Qin Feng's expression changed on the spot. If he hadn't been the only friend, he might have turned around and left.
"Do I still know your temper?"
Seeing Qin Feng's look, Liu Zimo couldn't help laughing and said: "Here is two hundred yuan. Don't look at me. I don't have that much money to give you. Grandpa gave it to you. He said you deserve it."
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"Deserve it?" Qin Feng was confused by Liu Zimo's words, "What have I done to deserve so much money?"
At this time in 1992, the monthly salary of railway workers was only about 100 yuan. Usually, a wedding gift of three to five yuan was not too small. For Qin Feng, two hundred yuan was never enough.
It was a huge sum of money that I had never imagined.
"Remember that snuff box you gave me?"
Liu Zimo said proudly: "A Feng, that is a treasure. I heard from my grandfather that it is a porcelain enamel painted snuff bottle made by "Gu Yuexuan". Maybe it was used by Emperor Qianlong before."
"Wait a minute, let me think about it..." Qin Feng seemed to understand a little bit, "Are you talking about the transparent glass bottle with something painted inside?"
More than a month ago, Qin Feng picked up a glass bottle. After cleaning it, he found that there were paintings inside, which were very beautiful.
The glass was not valuable, so he didn't sell it and gave it to Liu Zimo. Qin Feng knew that his good friend often secretly gave Qin Jia food to eat. When he picked up something interesting, he immediately thought of it.
Liu Zimo.
Seeing Qin Feng thinking about it, Liu Zimo nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, that's it. Hey, Ah Feng, my grandpa said this is a treasure. If the bottle mouth wasn't a little damaged, he could have bought a house!"
"So valuable?"
Qin Feng was a little dumbfounded when he heard this. Even in this urban-rural fringe, a house costs several thousand yuan. How can such a broken glass bottle be worth so much?
"What do you know? That's called an antique, and you're not selling scrap paper to weigh it!"
While talking, Liu Zimo put the money into Qin Feng's hand and said: "My grandfather said, it's not good for you to take too much money. From now on, you two brothers and sisters will eat and live in our house, so I can give you the rest of the money."
