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This is a dilapidated temple in disrepair, Xiao Peng and the three of them rushed to Majiazhuang, Xuanhua Town, trying to avoid entering the town along the way, and only when the food is exhausted and the prey can not be hunted, they will find a small village to replenish the provisions.

The moon is sinking in the west, and the blue in the sky is gradually brightening, indicating that a new day is coming.

Xiao Peng opened his eyes and sat up, since he practiced the Wudang Basic Mental Method to the fullest internal force and refined it to the limit, he no longer meditated and practiced all night, but when he got up every morning, he ran the Mental Method for half an hour to keep it at its peak at all times.

After meditating, Xiao Peng woke up from his meditation, and Hong Xiguan and Hong Wending had also gotten up and were doing a day's morning exercises. Standing up and stretching his waist, Xiao Peng walked out of the broken temple, found an open space by himself, and put on a Taijiquan posture.

The wild horse has a mane, the white crane has bright wings, walks with its knees in its arms, and waves its lute...... Xiao Peng's one-move practice continued, the movements were like flowing water, not stiff or sluggish, and he had not yet reached the point of forgetting the move, so he needed to practice again and again, so as to experience the artistic conception in the boxing.

And Hong Wending does not need to practice like this, he has crossed the stage of comprehending the meaning of boxing, into the realm of forgetting the move, what is needed now is that someone continues to feed him and give him as a sparring partner, so that he can not be restricted by the routine, flexibly use Taijiquan, and form a state of heart moving at will, following the fist, and feeling the fist.

At the end of the morning exercise, the three of them took a short rest and ate some dry food and continued on the road, Xiao Peng carried a long box on his back, which he specially ordered to hold two bows, after all, no matter where he went, he carried two bows, which looked too conspicuous.

Walking on the road, Hong Xiguan suddenly seemed to think of something, looked at the sky, it was almost over, and suddenly said: "Wending, during this time, because of the hurry, your pile work has fallen a lot, and it is not possible to go on like this, you must know that practicing martial arts is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat." In this way, you stand on my shoulder, so that you will not delay your journey or your practice. ”

"Oh. Hong Wending never disobeyed Hong Xiguan's words, and jumped on Hong Xiguan's outstretched palm at the moment, and Hong Xiguan's palm supported the soles of Hong Wending's feet, and sent him to his shoulder.

Hong Wending, who had just stood on Hong Xiguan's shoulder, staggered and couldn't stand very steadily, Hong Xiguan frowned slightly, and said lightly: "If you can't stand on your feet at first, bend the calf of the other leg and put it on top of my head." After Hong Wending did so, it was much more stable.

Xiao Peng rolled his eyes and looked speechlessly at the father and son who were obsessed with practicing martial arts to the point of frenzy, Xiao Peng finally understood the origin of the scene when Hong Xiguan's father and son appeared at the beginning of the plot.

Seeing Hong Xiguan tossing Hong Wending like this, he really wanted to say that he wanted to tell Hong Wending not to learn without shadows and to specialize in Taijiquan. But he still didn't say it after all, because in this era, it pays attention to a mantle inheritance, especially for people like Hong Xiguan, who have not yet confiscated his apprentices, as his own son, he must pass on his unique skills, otherwise it is unfilial.

"Toss, you just toss!" Ignoring the frenzied father and son, Xiao Peng strode forward on his own. And Hong Xiguan, in order to take care of Hong Wending, who had just started this practice method and was not very adaptable, slowed down slightly, so that Hong Xiguan's father and son fell behind.

"Dad, what's wrong with the third uncle?" Hong Wending's faint question sounded above Hong Xiguan's head.

Hong Xiguan showed a helpless wry smile and said, "Your third uncle must be angry that I was too harsh on you, Wen Ding, you tell your father honestly, do you complain about your father?"

"Don't complain, my father is for my good, in order to let me have more life-saving skills in the future, he is so harsh on me, I believe the third uncle will understand. Hong Wending's tone was very flat, if outsiders would definitely not be able to tell whether he was casually perfunctory or serious, but Hong Xiguan knew that Wending really thought so before saying so.

Wen Ding followed him to the end of the world since he was less than a year old, suffered too much and experienced too many things, so he matured earlier than ordinary children, which made Hong Xiguan very relieved and distressed.

Later, although he spent a few years with Xiao Peng, his personality had already developed, even if he became no longer so indifferent after a few years of getting along with Xiao Peng, this indifferent temperament could not be changed.

"It's good that you understand, Wen Ding, your third uncle is a person who is really good to you, and treats you as his own child, when you grow up in the future, you must be filial to him, just like you are to your father, you know?" Hong Xiguan looked at Xiao Peng's back in front of him and said to Hong Wending.

"The father I know, the third uncle is the first person I have met for so many years who is the best person for me besides my father, and I have long regarded him as my second father. This time, Hong Wending's voice was no longer so indifferent, but brought a warmth.

Hong Xiguan listened to his son's words, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile of relief.

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Two days later, Xiao Peng and the three finally arrived in Majiazhuang, and today also happened to be the eighteenth day of the winter month, and Hong Xiyan, the eldest brother of Hong Xi's official brother, agreed to meet. It's just that the appointment was made to meet at the hour, but at this time, it was already past the middle hour, and it was almost noon.

Walking into the bustling Majiazhuang, Xiao Peng found that this Zhuangzi was much more prosperous and lively than the ordinary Zhuangzi. This is thanks to the geographical advantage of Majiazhuang, which is located at the foot of Songshan Mountain, connecting Dengfeng in the south and Luoyang in the north.

Xiao Peng looked at the six roads and looked around, and suddenly a conversation between father and son came into Xiao Peng's ears.

"Father, why do you always do good deeds?"

"Your father and I, when I was in my forties, I didn't give birth to a child, and then I met a monk who called me 'do a good deed every day', he said that as long as I do a good deed every day, I will definitely be able to give birth to a son, so my father gave birth to you, a little bastard, and we must do good deeds when we see it. However, to do good deeds, you must find something good to do, otherwise you will lose money, right?"

"That's right!"

"Yes, let's go, do good deeds. ”

Listening to this strange conversation, Xiao Peng looked up with a smile, and sure enough, he saw a fat man wearing a silk robe and horse coat printed with copper coin patterns, with a beard on his lips, and a little boy who was almost dressed up, eleven or twelve-year-old was swaying towards him, and they were followed by two people who looked like family members.

"This should be Ma Dashan and his son Ma Chaoxin. Xiao Peng said secretly in his heart, glanced back at Hong Xiguan's father and son, and shook his head helplessly.

At this time, Hong Wending was still standing on Hong Xiguan's shoulder as usual, after a few days of practice, even if he didn't put his calf on the top of Hong Xiguan's head, he could already stand very firmly, at this time he was holding an umbrella in his right hand, and his left hand was holding the deadly throat gun that Hong Xiguan had just handed him.

This look really doesn't match the low-key style they usually advocate! No, along the way, their return rate is almost 100 percent, and the one who didn't look back is obviously blind with a wooden cane, probing a little in front of him.

But Hong Xiguan's father and son's dedication to martial arts practice really made Xiao Peng unable to complain, Hong Wending started from three o'clock every day, and the practice of pile skills continued until noon, and he didn't say anything at noon and didn't put his legs down, fortunately, it should be almost at noon when he saw the sky, and although there were many people coming and going, it was just a village, if he didn't receive the exact news, the people of the government would not deliberately come to these villages to search, so let them go!