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"Grandpa? Grandpa, you haven't told me about great-grandpa yet." Wang Pengyu looked at Wang Chengyuan curiously, wondering why he suddenly mentioned great-grandpa.

Wang Chengyuan nodded: "More than twenty years ago, during the ten years of turmoil, your great-grandfather was dragged into a fight. Although your great-grandfather could easily kill those people with his strength, for the sake of grandpa and your father..."

"Well, anyway, my great-grandfather finally ignored the taboo of physiognomy and even sacrificed his life to force himself to do a fortune telling. I don't know what he calculated, but he asked our family to move here anyway. There is no true inheritance of the bone physiognomy passed down by the Wang family's ancestors.

If you stay, what grandpa will learn is just some superficial knowledge."

"Did my great-grandfather ask us to move here? Didn't my father and mother fall in love with each other and that's why we came here?" Wang Pengyu once asked his father and got such an answer. Now he heard another one from his grandfather.

Answer.

Wang Chengyuan took a sip of tea, sighed and said, "Your father was only seventeen years old when he came here, and he didn't meet your mother until later."

He knew that his father had actually traded his own life for the safety of his family.

Calculate for yourself or those with blood relations, but physiognomy is taboo, and the backlash is amazing. Otherwise, even if the old man suffered a lot in the ten years of turmoil, with his Anjin cultivation, he would not be able to live for more than a hundred years.

No problem. Dying before the age of eighty is actually just self-revolution.

Wang Chengyuan moved his son to Pingshan and escaped this disaster. Later, his son married a wife and had children here, and finally settled down.

Wang Pengyu couldn't help but feel a little shaken when he saw his grandfather speaking seriously: "Grandpa, is the bone-touching method passed down from our ancestors true?"

Wang Chengyuan nodded and said: "Of course it is true. Do you remember the legend of the Wang family woodcutter in Dagong Mountain, right?"

Wang Pengyu hummed: "My grandfather and father often told me this story when I was a child."

Wang Chengyuan's eyes were blurred, as if he was lost in memories, and he said calmly: "This story was also told to me by my great-grandfather, and it is a little different from what is spread outside. The woodcutter of the Wang family met an immortal on the mountain, watched his chess, and ate peach stones.

As time goes by, it is discovered that the ax handle is rotten, and hundreds of years have passed in this world."

"Our Wang family moved here from Heyanjun County, Henan Province. You don't know, but the woodcutter of the Wang family is the ancestor of our Wang family!"

Wang Pengyu opened his eyes wide: "No way? The woodcutter of the Wang family in the story is our ancestor? Doesn't that mean there are real gods?"

Wang Chengyuan shook his head: "Grandpa, I don't know. Anyway, this is how the genealogy is recorded."

"According to the genealogy, one of the two immortals who played chess was Chunyangzi Lu Dongbin. Seeing that the woodcutter felt guilty for watching their relatives die while playing chess without knowing it, Lu Dongbin picked up a peach stone and recorded it on it.

I wrote an article on how to nourish qi and gave it to the woodcutter, which is the qi nourishing technique passed down from our Wang family."

"In addition, the "History of the Song Dynasty: Biography of Chen Tuan" says that Lu Dongbin was 'a native of Guanxi, with swordsmanship and over a hundred years old. He could walk hundreds of miles in an instant and come to Tuan's house several times.' He had a personal relationship with Chen Tuan, the ancestor of linen physiognomy.

Later, a piece of bone physiognomy obtained from ancestor Chen Tuan was recorded on the peach stone and passed on to the ancestors. Speaking of it, our Wang family's physiognomy is not as famous as Maoshan, Longhushan and other big sects, but it is just Zuo

It’s a side sect, but what it inherits is the technique of ancestor Chen Tuan, how can it be worse than theirs!”

Wang Pengyu asked with some confusion: "If that's the case, why didn't great-grandfather teach the art of touching bones to grandpa?"

Wang Chengyuan shook his head: "Grandpa doesn't know either. However, there are many taboos in physiognomy. Revealing secrets will often attract evil spirits and harm the body. Our Wang family has always been the only male child. I'm afraid it's because of the method of practicing bone physiognomy. Grandpa probably doesn't want to continue like this.

If you go down, you won’t leave behind the true inheritance of the bone-touching method.”

His expression was a little gloomy, and he sighed and said: "Forget it, it's useless to say anything anyway. The few photo books left by my great-grandfather are all ordinary photo books. After twenty years of research, my grandpa has found nothing, and some are superficial.

Physiognomy is still something that was passed down orally and hand-taught by my great-great-grandfather in the past. I am afraid that the inheritance of bone physiognomy in our Wang family is broken. You can practice Xingyi Quan again and see, grandpa."

Wang Pengyu nodded: "Okay."

As he said that, he spread his legs and immediately put on his posture. He stretched his hands forward and started punching very quickly.

Wang Chengyuan thought slightly and nodded: "That's right. Although Yu'er only started to learn the fighting style in the past two years, he has been practicing Qi nourishing techniques since he was a child. His internal organs are strong. He has stood in three postures for ten years. His posture is extremely stable and he has already touched the Ming Dynasty.

It’s pretty exciting.”

Wang Pengyu's hands were like the wind blowing, and his punches were continuous. He punched Wang Xingyiquan with great skill. Finally, the dragon in the spine made a slight crackling sound, took half a step, penetrated his arm, and punched out with a snap.

, it is the extremely powerful half-step collapse fist in Xingyiquan.

Even though Wang Chengyuan didn't want his grandson to be arrogant and rarely praised him, he couldn't help but shout: "Okay!"

Being able to make a sound that breaks through the air with one punch has already reached the Ming Jin level. Although many martial arts instructors can do this, there are definitely not many people like Wang Pengyu who have touched the threshold of Ming Jin at such an age.

In particular, Wang Pengyu has a solid foundation and a very solid foundation. The Wang Family Qi Nourishing Technique he practices is good at nourishing the internal organs of the body. It can just eliminate the internal trauma caused by the warrior's forced tempering of the body. The future progress is immeasurable!

Usually people who practice martial arts seem to have strong bodies, but they suffer various injuries over time. When they are in their prime, they have no injuries, but when they are old, they suffer from various injuries, and their longevity is even less than that of ordinary people.

Therefore, there is a saying that the fist is afraid of the young and the stick is afraid of the old man. It means that when you are young, you are strong in force. When you are old, you can only rely on weapons, experience, etc. to deal with young people, and your strength is not as good as when you were young.

Wang Chengyuan has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and it has been more than sixty years now. He still has such a rosy complexion and a strong body because he relies on the ancestral Qi nourishing technique to nourish his body.

"You go to the yard and stand in three postures for an hour, and grandpa goes to buy some food." Wang Chengyuan has great expectations for this grandson, especially since his son Wang Changshan has no martial arts talent at all. He can't even practice the ancestral Qi nourishing technique, let alone

Wang Xingyiquan puts all the thoughts into Wang Pengyu.

Since Wang Pengyu was three years old, Wang Chengyuan asked him to start standing in three postures, carrying bricks and stones with both hands, etc. His hands and feet were never without scars, which made Wang Pengyu's mother Ye Ying extremely distressed. She even said a few words to Wang Chengyuan. The last time she saw Wang Pengyu's body

He was getting better and better and no longer had any pain, so he acquiesced to Wang Pengyu's practice.

Wang Pengyu nodded: "I understand. Grandpa, I have to pay five yuan for the examination fee tomorrow."

"Well, I'll give you an extra piece and buy some delicious food for yourself. Don't let your mother know, otherwise she will accuse me of spoiling you."

"You have to do better in your exams and try to go to a key middle school. In the future, you won't be like your father who doesn't know anything and can only work as a coolie in the factory. You work day and night and don't have much money."

Wang Chengyuan took out six one-dollar bills and handed them to Wang Pengyu. He suddenly thought of the four heads that the fat middle-aged man had tricked just now, and he couldn't help but feel angry again.

A penny can stump a hero. Although Wang Chengyuan has advanced cultivation and is already a quasi-grandmaster of Anjin, life still has to go on and he has to set up a stall to fool others to make a few small bucks.

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