Wu Fusheng had been silent all this time. When he saw Lei Shiyong stop, he couldn't help but ask: "Where are we going?"
Lei Shiyong seemed to have expected Wu Fusheng to ask this question, and asked without looking back: "What do you think?"
"I...I said?"
"Who are you?"
"Me? I...I..." Wu Fusheng choked and stood on the spot, dumbfounded.
Lei Shiyong was not in a hurry, turned around and looked at Wu Fusheng steadily.
There seemed to be lightning flashing in Wu Fusheng's eyes, and the lightning flashed faster and faster. Suddenly there was a soft sound, and his whole person suddenly lit up slightly!
A thought popped up in my mind: "I know, I am Wu Fusheng!"
As soon as the name appeared, the past that had been sealed away passed by like wind and sand, and dispersed like fireworks!
People exist because of memory, are they prisoners of memory?
Or are these memories created because of us?
So why do memories always linger in my heart and refuse to go away for a long time?
As the founders of memory, can't we destroy these painful, happy, melancholy, sad, and flashy things?
Or maybe we are just passers-by in this fleeting memory, just the faithful recorders of these memories, and just the permanent spectators of these memories.
We watched it over and over again, replayed it over and over again, following the joys and sorrows of the protagonist in the story, like a puppet on a string.
We clearly know the sad ending, but we can never do anything about it.
Perhaps it is memory that creates us.
It is these memories that make us exist and I am still me.
When we lose all these memories, we are no longer ourselves.
That's a new baby.
Wu Fusheng suddenly looked up to the sky and roared: "I am Wu Fusheng!"
The sound shook the sky and echoed through the mountains and forests.
The words are filled with boundless joy!
Lei Shiyong couldn't help but laugh, but just after he laughed twice, he spat out a large mouthful of blood. His whole body became languid and he fainted on the ground!
Wu Fusheng was startled and hurriedly went over to hug Lei Shiyong and said, "Master! Master! What's wrong with you?"
After a long time, Lei Shiyong slowly woke up. He took a look at Wu Fusheng, who had no eyebrows, no hair, and no eyelashes, and said slowly: "My fate as a teacher is at stake, and I will die soon!"
Wu Fusheng couldn't tell what he was feeling, was it sadness? Or happy? Or angry? This master seemed to be just an irrelevant stranger to him.
"I...I know that I am already useless, but I still have a few days before death. These few days are the most important moments in your life for you. I will spend the remaining ten days A style of wind and thunder stick technique is taught to you, you must remember it carefully!"
When Wu Fusheng heard this, how could he dare to be careless? Cheer up and study hard.
The beginning of learning is often painful, but once you get into the classroom and get better, you can't stop like a bear eating honey.
All skills are like this.
The same goes for martial arts.
At the beginning of learning, I just felt it was obscure and difficult to understand, tired and painful. But once I got started and got the benefits of it, I became more and more interested in learning. After learning so much, I wanted to practice it to the highest level all at once.
Originally, he suffered a lot from practicing the first move - "The Storm is Coming", and the movements of this move are extremely complicated. Just one move is more complicated than all his boxing moves combined, and there are many violations in it. He can't do any human physiological movements at all!
But after being struck by the thunder, these weird and obscure movements could be done with just raising hands and feet, as easy as eating and drinking, effortlessly!
What shocked Wu Fusheng even more was that his head seemed to be different from before. His memory ability was much stronger and he became much smarter. The old man could understand and make this immediately just by dictating and making gestures with his hands. Come on!
The most incredible thing for him was that he found that all the scars he had when he was a child were gone, and all the injuries he suffered yesterday were healed!
As a result, Wu Fusheng was like a tiger with wings, and he learned the stick technique very quickly. Before midnight, he had already learned the sixth form!
After a long day of hard work, Wu Fusheng found that his energy was getting better and better. He was neither hungry, thirsty, nor tired. His eyes were as wide as copper bells, round and bright, almost radiating light!
He was fine, but the old man couldn't bear it anymore. He gave the order, eat and drink, and fall asleep!
Wu Fusheng thoroughly benefited from this, and was extremely excited. He only slept for more than an hour, and then he could no longer fall asleep.
He simply stopped sleeping, jumped up, picked up the wooden stick that the old man Lei Shiyong usually prepared, and started practicing in the open space!
Although he only learned five and a half moves, this stick technique is extraordinary and is an ancient magical skill. Therefore, the movements are complex, fierce, swift, and skillful.
The more Wu Fusheng practiced, the more fascinated he became. He was like a hungry ghost hugging a peerless beauty, dancing and dancing, the faster he practiced!
The sound of wind in the field was getting louder and louder, the fallen leaves were flying, the branches were swaying wildly, and there was a faint sign of thunder from the sky!
The sky is gradually getting brighter, and it is another day of ever-changing life.
The fiery red sun slowly filled the sky.
When the sun reached mid-heaven, Wu Fusheng finally survived.
Silks of mist dispersed from him, like mist from the mountains in the morning.
Lei Shiyong, who had a sallow complexion, slowly opened his red eyes.
Wu Fusheng ran over in surprise and said diligently: "Master! Are you finally awake? I thought..."
"Do you still think I'm dead?" Lei Shiyong's eyes showed a thick look of gloom!
But soon, his expression turned into joy.
Lei Shiyong sat up with difficulty and looked at Wu Fusheng carefully, from head to toe, not missing a single detail!
Wu Fusheng felt uncomfortable staring at the old man's strange eyes and said: "Master, are you hungry? Can I cook porridge for you?"
"Hey, why are you so anxious about eating? I won't survive today, so what does it matter if I eat or not?"
Wu Fusheng was startled and looked at Lei Shiyong at a loss.
This master is neither respectful nor grateful, but if he died today, where would he learn the remaining six and a half moves?
People are so magical. Things that you don't care about will not matter if there are five thunderbolts from the sky. But things that you care about very much will be broken even if they are disturbed by the slightest sign of trouble!
"Oh, seeing you reminds me of myself sixty years ago again. Time flies so fast!" Lei Shiyong's eyes were blank, as if he was lost in the memories of his youth.
Who in the world is not that young man?
Wu Fusheng was anxious, but he couldn't show it at all. He gestured with his palms back and forth for a long time, but finally didn't dare to say anything. He sighed and went to cook porridge silently.
After the two had breakfast, Lei Shiyong was able to stand up!
At this time, Lei Shiyong seemed to have returned to the time when he was high-spirited and domineering. He raised his hands and raised his feet with the sound of wind!
With one move after another, Wu Fusheng was blown away!
Wu Fusheng secretly smacked his tongue in his heart and said to himself: "Although the master is not a very good person, he is really talented. Now he is old and frail, and he is dying. His moves are so powerful! I really don't know. How powerful would he be when he was young? Could it be that he had the ability to turn rivers and oceans upside down, and turn clouds and rain over?!"
Lei Shiyong taught step by step, and Wu Fusheng learned even faster!
It's just that the more you learn this stick technique, the more complex and sophisticated the moves become. When it comes to the twelfth move, it actually took Wu Fusheng two full hours to learn it!
By the time I finish learning the twelfth pose, the moon is already in the sky and the stars are shining brightly.
The panting Lei Shiyong sat on the bluestone nearby and looked at Wu Fusheng silently, as if he were looking at himself sixty years ago.
Wu Fusheng was so happy that he wanted to start dancing immediately and not stop for a moment.
Like a child who just got his favorite toy.
"There are so many people in the world!" Lei Shiyong let out a long sigh.
Wu Fusheng woke up from the world he was immersed in and said with a smile: "Master, you are really strange. There are many people but few people, but so what?"
He felt that he was filled with infinite power from head to toe, and there were a total of twelve moves in this stick technique. He had learned all of them. If he tried again, the master might not be his opponent, so he was afraid of the master. After all, my tone of voice became more relaxed!
"Sixty years ago, my father taught me this stick technique, and he also told me this!"
Lei Shiyong looked at the flickering silver stars in the sky and said slowly.
Wu Fusheng frowned. He was not in the mood to listen to the old man's old stories about rotten millet.
But it seemed that these words involved the wind and rain and the stick technique, so Wu Fusheng did not interrupt the words and continued to listen patiently.
"I was eighteen years old at that time, and I was at a playful age. My father asked me to learn the stick, but I didn't want to learn it. As a result, my father beat me severely and said these words to me!"
"In this world, everything is lacking except for people. Although there are many people, extraordinary saints are rare. There are not many at all. But mediocre trash is everywhere!"
"Name me Lei Shiyong, which means that everyone in the world is mediocre. Let me not be like others and be a unique saint!"
"It's a pity that I was young at the time and didn't take these words into my heart. After I achieved the stick technique, I left home and wandered around the world."
"Since I left home, no one I met was my enemy. From then on, I became more and more arrogant and arrogant. I thought I was the best in the world and acted arrogantly. As a result, I became more than 20 years old. Years ago, I met that old goblin in Lingnan!"
Lei Shiyong's face turned gloomy, he sighed, and continued to speak slowly: "I was entangled by the old goblin, and fought several times, but I was no match for it. Fortunately, the old lady was very alert and good at escaping, so she was able to escape several times. Escape with your life, learn from the pain, calm down, and practice the thirteenth posture!"
Lei Shiyong's tone turned slightly higher and he said: "The storm was so bad that I was able to practice the thirteenth form, and the fourteenth form was only half completed. I was impatient and didn't practice any more. I immediately went to seek revenge on the old monster. Unexpectedly, the old monster also advanced greatly in its demonic skills, and I was severely injured by it again. Fortunately, I was very lucky and managed to escape to this desperate place with my life!"
