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"Dad, although the people injured by grandpa are our enemies, they are my people now, so don't worry so much."

Ye Chen explained.

"oh, I see."

"Then show me."

Ye Hancheng nodded, expressing his understanding.

Then the video shot to Zhang Shiquan's chest.

Seeing that shocking fist mark, Ye Hancheng had a look of surprise on his honest face.

"This is indeed caused by your grandfather. If I read correctly, it should be the kung fu in your grandfather's boxing scriptures."

"Fist Sutra?"

Hearing this name, not only Ye Chen, but also Zhang Shiquan and others all pricked up their ears.

After all, this is related to their life and death, and they are also very curious about Ye Qing.

"Your grandfather created a kung fu technique called Boxing Sutra."

"It is said that it is a skill that combines all the ancient martial arts in China."

"The boxing scriptures are said to be exercises, and it can also be said to be the general outline of boxing techniques in the world."

"As long as you practice boxing scriptures, any boxing technique can be mastered at your fingertips."

"so smart?"

Ye Chen said in surprise.

"It's more than powerful. Anyone who is injured by a person who practices the boxing scriptures can only be cured by a person who is practicing the boxing scriptures, because the true meaning of martial arts inside cannot be understood by outsiders."

Ye Hancheng nodded and said.

"Father, have you ever practiced?"

Ye Chen asked curiously.

Ye Hancheng nodded, then shook his head: "I've seen it, but I haven't practiced it before."

"What's the meaning?"

Ye Chen is a little confused, what do you mean you have seen it but have not practiced it.

Have you seen how not to practice?

Don't tell me you still don't like boxing scriptures?

"Literally, when I was a child, your grandfather showed me his boxing scriptures, but I feel that it is too complicated, so I can read it as a comic book."

"Later, I fell asleep once, and accidentally dropped the boxing scriptures into the stove in our hometown village, and burned them all."

Hearing this sentence, Ye Chen didn't react too much.

Because this is indeed something his father can do.

Zhang Shiquan and the others, who had been listening to the conversation between the father and son, almost stamped their feet and beat their chests.

This is pure prodigal son.

This peerless secret book was dropped into the furnace and burned.

Do you know that if this boxing scripture appears in the world of martial arts, it will inevitably set off a bloodbath.

You don't even know how to cherish it at all. If his son did such a thing, he would kill the traitor on the spot.

The house in Ye Chen's hometown is a very common earthen house in the countryside.

On top of the kang is a stove.

Turn on the stove every day, and those high-heat fireworks will flow through the kang, making the kang hot up quickly.

It is not difficult to guess that Ye Hancheng must have slept very close to the stove when he was reading the villain's boxing scriptures. After all, in winter in the Northeast, it is only warm near the stove.

Then after falling asleep, the fist sutra fell off his hand and fell directly into the stove.

Ye Chen had no regrets.

Boxing scriptures don't mean much to him, and he doesn't think boxing scriptures are very important.

But still asked curiously.

"Then dad, haven't you been beaten by grandpa?"

Ye Hancheng shook his head: "Why beat me up, isn't that just a little book with pictures drawn on it?"

"And your grandfather said that the thing itself is to be destroyed."

"Show me, just to see if I can learn something."

"Then you didn't learn anything, did you?"

Ye Chen said jokingly.

"Fart, your father and I are so smart, who says I haven't learned."

Hearing Ye Hancheng's words, Zhang Shiquan and others were no longer heartbroken by the burned boxing scriptures, but were filled with hope instead.

If you can live, who doesn't want to live, even if you look down on life and death, you are not afraid of death, and you want to live if you have hope.

With their strength, they will have no problem living for another few decades.

Ye Chen didn't feel quite right. Although what his father said was categorical, based on his understanding of his father, it was definitely not that simple.

"Then what have you learned? When you come here tomorrow, help me treat them."

Ye Hancheng's voice was a little weaker: "I learned it, but I didn't remember everything. I was young at the time, and I only learned the essence, not everything."

"You can pull it down, what has learned the essence."

At this time, Ye Chen's mother spoke.

"You don't know your dad, he just slapped his face to pretend to be fat."

"After we got married, I also heard about it, and I asked him to give me a set of punches to see."

"In the end, guess what kind of punch your dad gave me?"

Ye Chen asked curiously: "What boxing method?"

Hearing Ye Chen's question, Mother Ye couldn't help laughing.

But the Aegis security guard who was driving was listening attentively.

He could already tell that the family was talking about the exercises of that god-like figure.

He must listen to such long-sighted things.

"Don't tell me."

Seeing that Ye Mu wanted to speak out, Ye Hancheng couldn't sit still, and stopped him with a flushed face.

Ye Mu glared at him, and said angrily: "If you dare to do it, you must dare to act. There is nothing you can't say."

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just that your father learned a set of Wang Baquan that you often say."

"It's the kind of boxing where two people fight on the street and fight blindly."

Ye Chen had black lines on his face.

Is my dad a bit of a funny potential?

You have read the boxing scriptures, and you have comprehended such a peerless boxing technique, it is indeed very powerful.

Ye Hancheng didn't stop Ye Mu's words, and broke the jar.

"It's so ugly to say, what is Wang Baquan, it's called Crazy Demon Fist."

"Yes, yes, if you say it's Crazy Demon Fist, then it's Crazy Demon Fist."

Zhang Shiquan and others almost didn't laugh out loud.

But they dare not laugh.

Although it was very funny, they knew that if they laughed, they would be in great trouble.

Maybe it makes people feel disrespectful, and they have to be silenced.

Although Ye Hancheng seemed to have a good temper.

But from Ye Qing and Ye Chen, they felt that the second generation of the Ye family was definitely the kind of ruthless person.

It's okay for someone's wife and son to tease you. If you are an outsider, you are basically courting death.

"Okay Xiaochen, you don't have to worry. Although I didn't inherit your grandfather's boxing scriptures, I still know a little bit about boxing scriptures."

"They may not be completely cured, but they should be relieved."

Ye Chen said, "Good dad."

"By the way, dad, let me ask, since you haven't got the inheritance from your grandfather, what are you practicing?"

Ye Hancheng waved his hand: "My martial arts can't reach the elegant hall, you will know when you have a chance in the future."

After speaking, Ye Hancheng hung up the phone directly.

Ye Chen knew that his father didn't want to say more, so he didn't ask any more.

Then put away the phone and said: "Patriarch Zhang, my father will come over tomorrow. Since he said he can relieve your injuries, it must be similar."

"My father rarely lied, just trust him."

Hearing Ye Chen's words, Zhang Shiquan said excitedly: "Thank you, Mr. Ye, if you can treat my injury, your Ye family will be my Zhang family's lifesaver."

Listening to Zhang Shiquan's words, Ye Chen always felt that something was wrong.

Grandpa injured you, and then I saved you. No matter how you look at it, you can't be upgraded to the level of a benefactor.

But it doesn't matter, these loves can think whatever they want.