What appeared in front of An Yinhao was a kind face that was fresh in his memory.
The familiarity surprised him.
The emotions that had been actively elevated calmed down again at this moment, and his thoughts became more flexible than before.
"Huh? Could it be that it's just sleepwalking?"
The familiar tone made An Yinhao's eyelids twitch, but he did not respond. Instead, after a moment of silence, he increased the strength of his fist.
After a brief effort to free his hand, An Yinhao turned up, pressed the edge of the bed with one hand, and kicked it away with one foot.
"Um……"
He smiled and said nothing, easily dodging An Yinhao's attack.
An Yinhao did not give up there. After landing An Ran, he quickly rushed towards him, using his hands and feet in coordination to launch a continuous attack.
However, the opponent dodged calmly from beginning to end, and An Yinhao's attack did not even scratch the opponent's clothes.
Realizing this, An Yinhao's eyes became solemn, and he retreated after a feint attack.
After taking a few steps back, An Yinhao turned to his side, closed his eyes, and opened them again after a short while. Light red particles spread from around him.
Different from when Jia Yueru performed Qigong, the red particles floated towards An Yinhao's body from the outside, dyeing his whole body red.
Seeing this scene, the man opened his eyes slightly, smiled and murmured:
"You've grown up."
"Come on, take this opportunity to show me how you've grown."
Although he said this, the man did not assume any fighting posture. There was nothing unusual about him, he just looked like he was standing there normally.
An Yinhao frowned and raised his front feet to prepare for a sprint.
But before his feet landed, he heard the other party suddenly say:
"Ah, this is my guest room, don't fight here."
An Yinhao only heard these words, and then he felt his body floating uncontrollably.
At the same time, the window of the room seemed to be blown open by a strong wind, and the window sash was fluttering alone...
"What's the sound??" Lin Ranzhe, who had a big red mark on his cheek, opened the door and walked in, "Hey, where is the person?!"
…
When An Yinhao came to his senses, he found that he was in a forest with a lake next to him. The person opposite him was still standing opposite him, as if even the distance had not changed.
An Yinhao's pupils shrank, he stood up straight again and looked around.
The trees were arranged in a disorderly manner, obviously not an artificial forest around the walking trail, but they happened to surround the entire lake, leaving only a circle of open space.
However, this circle of open space has traces of repairs. Even on rainy days, it will not look too muddy. But from An Yinhao's point of view, there is no artificial origin.
The lake is crystal clear, with a water depth of about one and a half meters, but you can see the rocks and a small number of swimming fish on the bottom with the naked eye. Even in the hot summer, standing in the open space, you can still feel a coolness spreading across your face.
Is this the lake Su Yuexin mentioned?
An Yinhao understood in his heart, and the red light on his body dissipated.
"Aren't you going to continue testing?" The silver-haired man's smile remained unchanged and asked, "I really want to know your current level."
"There is no need to continue the test since we already know the result. You are the only ancient warrior who can use Shuchi to a level close to that of space transfer..." An Yinhao said with a complicated expression, "Master."
"Can't I be an alien who can move through space?"
An Yinhao understood that the aliens mentioned by the other party were people from the other world. He shook his head: "The only one who can understand my attack methods is you, who taught me."
In addition, An Yinhao did not feel the activation of supernatural powers, which was attributed to the perception brought by the ancient martial arts he practiced. He didn't say this, but he believed that the other party knew.
"Haha, it's rare for you to address me with honorifics, Xiaoyinhao." The other party said with a smile, which was a disguised admission. "You are still as sharp as before. It took me a long time to explain to Yueru and Ran Zhe before you let me know." They believed me."
An Yinhao looked at his fists: "If they attack immediately, they will do the same as me."
When his fist was clenched, An Yinhao realized that the person in front of him was his master Zhao Yukong. This feeling comes from countless sparring sessions in the past, and An Yinhao still cannot forget it.
The subsequent attacks were just to confirm whether this was another hallucination.
If someone caused An Yinhao to fall into a hallucination, even if he could fabricate the illusion immediately based on his memory, he would never be able to imitate his abilities. In An Yinhao's memory, Zhao Yukong had never used all his strength. .
No matter how An Yinhao improves himself, Zhao Yukong can always easily deal with his attacks.
There is also the technique of shrinking to the ground. Although Zhao Yukong has used it before, the distance is scary enough, but it is not as far as it is now.
It was precisely because of these points that An Yinhao believed that he was not in a hallucination.
But now, greater doubts have come.
The master must have died of a heart attack...
An Yinhao began to feel confused.
Seeing the expression on An Yinhao's face, Zhao Yukong's eyes flashed with hesitation, and then he said helplessly: "Let me tell you, why are you three so stubborn? I didn't let Lingyu and Shiwen tell you that I Have you gone back to work?"
An Yinhao opened his eyes wide: "But you have been undergoing surgery for so many days..."
Zhao Yukong seemed to already know what he wanted to say, and shook his head: "Silly boy, how can a simple operation take so long? I have a heart disease. In the next few days, it was just an acquaintance who hired a medical team to take care of me. . It’s just that the situation at that time was really not good and no one except the medical staff was allowed in. In addition, I considered that you had to go to school, so I didn’t notify you. I didn’t expect you little guys to stay outside all the time. I fainted from exhaustion.”
"I originally wanted to wait for you to wake up and apologize properly, but there was something urgent at work that I had to take care of. So I said hello to your parents and left."
An Yinhao was stunned and his mouth opened unconsciously.
It seemed... indeed... that he had not seen the body. If there is a funeral, given their relationship, at least Zhao Yukong's family will notify them...
It seems that An Yinhao, Lin Ranzhe, and Jia Yueru never recalled the details of that time after thinking about the possibility that Zhao Yukong died of a heart attack.
Although feeling uncomfortable can be considered one thing, no one noticed anything unusual for such a long time, and no one asked about the situation...
Too pretentious!
An Yinhao raised his hand and wanted to slap himself.
But as soon as he raised his hand, Zhao Yukong came close and grabbed his arm.
"It's true... so did Ran Zhe, and so did Yue Ru. The three of you reacted exactly the same." Zhao Yukong had a bitter smile on his face, "Fortunately, I stopped Yueru's movements, otherwise she would be a girl whose face would be turned red by him. What kind of."
An Yinhao smiled bitterly: "We are really..."
"Well, it's my fault that I haven't come to see you for so many years. The problem that could have been solved with a phone call has been postponed until now." Zhao Yukong let go and shook his head, "Oh, Lingyu is unreliable. Forget it, why didn't Shiwen explain it clearly to you?"
An Yinhao's face almost wrinkled.
There is no way, once preconceived notions are deeply ingrained, no one can say anything.
He finally understood why his father looked at him like that during that time...
Wait, was the reason why Xiaoyinya was born because the elders felt that their son was hopeless? ? !
