Curse: Hungry Wolf Template, God-Granted Spell

After the two got off the plane, a special car came to pick up Chen Shuwen, and Chen Shuwen took Tian Daozhenyi with him.

The assistant noticed the person next to Chen Shuwen and asked:

"Brother Chen, I've been waiting for you for a long time. Who is this..."

Tian Daozhenyi: "Hello, my name is Tian Daozhenyi."

The assistant: "Hello, I'm Li Miao, Brother Chen's assistant."

Chen Shuwen: "This is a friend I met in Japan, get in the car first."

Then, the three got into a black car.

Chen Shuwen: "Xiao Wang, where do you think we will go next?"

Wang Heng: "It shouldn't be in **, right?"

Chen Shuwen: "Hahaha~ It's still in **. Although martial arts gyms are not as good as boxing gyms in the past two years, and boxing gyms are not as good as fitness gyms, some people still stick to it. If you lower your requirements and only visit masters, there are too many **. Among the three major internal schools of southern fists and northern legs, I only know one, Master Feng, the successor of Tai Chi. He has real kung fu, and I can't take advantage of him at all."

Tian Dao Zhenyi: "Have you practiced it too?"

Chen Shuwen: "Have you practiced Jeet Kune Do?"

Tian Dao Zhenyi: "A little bit."

Chen Shuwen: "Okay, let's try it when we are free. Xiao Li, let's go find Master Feng. I'll call him on the way."

Xiaozhu Manager: "Received."

The car drove onto the highway, and Chen Shuwen also made a phone call

"Hello, Mr. Feng, I'm Xiao Chen, do you still remember me?"

Mr. Feng: "Oh... Xiao Chen, you're back home again, right?"

Chen Shuwen: "Yes, I'll go see you now."

Mr. Feng: "Okay... okay, you can go directly to ** Hospital, my family and I are here."

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Tian Dao Zhenyi: "Brother Chen..."

Chen Shuwen: "Xiao Li, drive faster."

Little Assistant: "I'll try."

After arriving at the destination and asking the nurse at the front desk, the three came to the ward. Mr. Feng's son, daughter, and wife were all guarding the bed, and an old man with gray hair and yellow complexion was lying on the bed.

Chen Shuwen: "Mr. Feng, you..."

Mr. Feng: "Oh... my old candle is almost burned out."

The old man in front of him forced a smile, and it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength after saying this.

Chen Shuwen: "Mr. Feng, please stop talking and take good care of yourself."

At this time, Mr. Feng's wife said sadly:

"The doctor said that living transplantation is not possible, and the condition can only be maintained in this way."

At this time, Tiandao Zhenyi approached and met Mr. Feng's eyes. Although it was only a moment, Mr. Feng seemed to see a lot of things.

Mr. Feng: "You..."

Mr. Feng's daughter: "Dad, I'm here."

Mr. Feng: "You... go out first, I want to talk to this young man."

Chen Shuwen: "Young man, Mr. Feng has something to tell you, so take it well."

Although his daughter seemed to ask if there was anything she couldn't tell them, they chose to leave the room temporarily out of respect for their father.

Tian Dao Zhenyi: "Hello, Mr. Feng, I came back to China to learn boxing, but I didn't expect that the first person I visited would be..."

Mr. Feng : "It's good to learn boxing, as long as you have ideas. Many people here... can't do it, they are not stable enough... nor calm enough. I think... you can do it."

Tian Dao Zhenyi: "Mr. Feng, do you have any regrets?"

Mr. Feng: "... No regrets, my life is very happy, but it's a pity... I can't pass on the real things before I die. I don't know how long it will take for future generations to realize it, and I don't know if they can pass it on even if they realize it."

Mr. Feng's chest rose and fell more and more, and his breathing was a little unstable.

Tiandao Zhenyi slowly stepped forward and held the other person's hand:

"Mr. Feng, this ward should not be your end..."

After a while,

Mr. Feng's son was obviously a little impatient:

"I can understand Shuwen, what did he say to an outsider in there?"

Mr. Feng's daughter: "Brother, calm down, Dad has his own ideas."

Mr. Feng's son: "No, I'll go in and see."

Mr. Feng's son was about to push the door open, but someone opened the door and walked out first.

Mr. Feng: "I'm not dead yet, so you don't listen to your father, right?"

Mr. Feng's son: "Dad! You, why are you up!"

Mr. Feng: "I want to be discharged from the hospital, today, right now."

Mr. Feng's daughter said in a crying voice:

"Dad, your body is not well yet, you can't be discharged from the hospital.

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Mr. Feng: “People will die eventually, whether it is lighter than a feather or heavier than Mount Tai. I will die in the martial arts hall. If you still recognize me as your father, listen to me.”

Mr. Feng’s son was very anxious after hearing this. He was about to explode when his mother stopped him and signaled him to go through the discharge procedures.

The assistant whispered to Chen Shuwen:

“Brother Chen, has Mr. Feng’s complexion changed? Is he recovering?”

Chen Shuwen: “I don’t know.”

In the ward before, Tiandao Zhenyi sensed that Mr. Feng was going to die and unplugged the equipment in advance. Then he used his own ability to revive Mr. Feng and cured his acquired disease.

Mr. Feng: “Young man, what are you doing! Didn’t I just…”

Mr. Feng also found that he spoke much more easily. Tiandao Zhenyi put his finger on his mouth and signaled Mr. Feng to speak softly.

Tiandao Zhenyi: “Mr. Feng, you are still strong and you can live another ten years without any problem. ”

Mr. Feng: “Master! How can I repay you for this kindness?”

Tian Dao Zhenyi: “Keep it a secret for me, and then I want to see you do a set of boxing, and it would be better if I can exchange a few moves with you.”

Mr. Feng: “Okay, okay, I will be discharged from the hospital now.”

At Mr. Feng’s insistence, his son went through the discharge procedures. The group also returned to the martial arts hall. Under the gaze of the disciples, Mr. Feng took Hoshino Zhenyi to the stage, and then he suddenly burst out with the spirit that an eighty-year-old man should not have.

“Please.”

Tian Dao Zhenyi: “Please. ”

After the two approached, they took their positions and demonstrated the essence of boxing in extremely slow movements. The so-called martial arts is definitely not a fancy trick, and learning martial arts is definitely not just learning movements. The contraction and relaxation of each muscle, the movement of each joint, each proper breath, and the changes in the power flowing in each limb. Laymen only look at the movements, but for insiders, this demonstration is more valuable than real gold and silver.

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Mr. Feng: "Young man, have you learned it?"

Tian Dao Zhenyi: "I have learned it all."

Mr. Feng: "Hahahaha······The more the better."

The young assistant is a layman:

"Brother Chen, what are they doing?"

Chen Shuwen: "Don't ask if you don't understand. You won't understand even if I tell you."

Mr. Feng: "See you again if we are lucky. I wish you good luck in martial arts."

Tian Dao Zhenyi: "Take care, Mr. Feng. I wish you good fortune and longevity. ”

Mr. Feng: “Oh, you are too polite, Master. I can’t bear this.”

After saying this, Mr. Feng stepped down from the competition platform and walked to his son.

“Dad, where are you going?”

Mr. Feng: “Hmph, I’m going to the hospital for a checkup. I’m fine.”

After Mr. Feng left, Chen Shuwen came to Tiandao Zhenyi and asked:

“What did Mr. Feng say to you? You look so much better. You had a hard time talking before, but now you can even punch.”

Tiandao Zhenyi: “I don’t know. Mr. Feng suddenly stood up after talking about his martial arts experience for so many years. I was shocked. Then, by some strange coincidence, he agreed to compete with me.”