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There was no doubt that my mother was extremely satisfied with my fake daughter-in-law. Perhaps even in her wildest dreams, she would never have thought that her son, who came from a peasant family, would bring back such a clever, sensible, and cute wife for her.

You Meng magnanimously introduced the old man surnamed Huang beside him, saying that he was my friend from Beijing, and they had come together to visit me.

The feeling of a girl in love being shy and blissful was vividly depicted by her. At the beginning, her mother was skeptical about the relationship between us, but after asking her a few questions, she seemed to have completely believed it. You Meng's exquisite acting made me have a whole new level of respect for her. While my parents were distracted, I stealthily gave them a thumbs up, while You Meng tilted his head and made a face at me to show off.

The arrival of You Meng caused this small village of ours to instantly become abnormally lively.

During the three hours of the morning, many neighbors came and went, all from far away. The big and small stools in the house were still warm enough to sit on.

After lunch, You Meng called me out quietly. She said that she had something important to discuss with me.

It didn't matter if we came out, as soon as we walked side by side, we became a scenic spot in the village. The eyes of all the men, women and children in the village wandered over to You Meng. A few of the kids, who were playing a game of sandbag, also came over and shouted towards You Meng, "Beautiful auntie …" Everywhere we go, we look back. There are actually two or three families hiding at the entrance, enviously looking at You Meng's figure while talking to themselves.

I have to admit that beauties are extremely lethal everywhere they go.

I stopped in front of a pond south of the village and broke the silence, "You Meng, tell me, what is the purpose of the old man you brought?"

You Meng found a clean spot to squat, and chewed on a piece of bubble gum. While chewing, he picked up a piece of soil and threw it into the fish pond to play. You Meng tilted his head and said, "The reason I called you out was to lift his mysterious veil for you."

"I picked up a piece of broken tile, tilted it over the pond, flipped it over seven or eight times over the water, and jumped into the grass on the other side of the pond." That old man is rather weird. He's already so old, and he's pretty introverted. However, in my opinion, this person should be an expert! " I clicked my tongue and continued to look for tiles on the ground.

However, You Meng was suddenly interested in me and excitedly said: "You sure are pretty, I suddenly wanted to write a poem since you are wasting your time."

I was taken aback. "You can write poems too?"

You Meng laughed: "What, you look down on me?" He then cleared his throat, brewed his emotions, and started to recite in a sweet voice, "Topic: 'Falling in the water' … A dream with a pillow on the water, rising and falling, looming, bringing memories into a colorful childhood. Between the green waves, brimming with the laughter of childhood, floating and heavy, heralds a beautiful life. I really want to turn into that thin piece of tile, to rest my head on Qing Shui's shoulder and have a dream, to find back my lost childhood. The light from the water might be able to reflect the faces of your childhood companions … "

At this moment, to tell the truth, I was stunned.

You Meng could even compose poems, and it was so beautifully done, that kind of mental state, that kind of emotion, made people's minds unknowingly think of the imprints of their childhood.

She made me look at her again!

I kept on clapping and cheering. You Meng smiled ecstatically, showing off as she looked at me. That expression seemed to say: Don't be infatuated with me, I'm just a legend.

I smiled. "I really didn't notice that you still have some literary talent!"

You Meng laughed heartily: "As a girl, your thoughts are heavy, you like to be sad. When you are sad, you get inspiration, and the poem comes out!"

I teased her, "Based on what you said, those writers of theirs all like to be sentimental?"

You Meng explained, "Yes, writers need that kind of sentimental atmosphere the most. Otherwise, how could they write such touching words?"

I smiled. "I would be sad if I had the time. I would like to see if I have the potential to become a writer."

You Meng sarcastically retorted, "If you could have become a writer, even an earth element grandson could play basketball!"

"..."

After teasing us, we got down to business.

You Meng restrained her smile and said seriously: "Zhao Long, do you know how old that old man Huang I brought with me is?"

I blurted out, "It should be around fifty, right?"

You Meng pouted and stretched out seven fingers. "More than seventy."

I was immediately shocked. "Are you for real?"

You Meng said: "That's right. When have I ever lied to anyone? "

At this point, I had already vaguely guessed the old man's identity. It seemed that he was not an ordinary person. Ordinary people would not be able to maintain such a young appearance when in their seventies, unless he had outstanding training skills in the field of fitness and recuperation. After further analysis, I feel that this old man should be the hitman coach sent by the Director You to specially use this period of vacation to guide me. I argued in my mind that there was no other explanation.

And You Meng's following words confirmed my judgement.

You Meng said: "Do you remember what the Director You told you when you visited your family?"

I nodded. "Of course I remember."

You Meng said: "This old man surnamed Huang is the expert that Director You invited to specially guide you in your scattered training. Director You is very knowledgeable, in order to let you achieve good results in this year's world-class exchange, he carefully requested for Teacher Huang to do a lot of things. Considering that this was a patriotic action, Teacher Huang finally agreed to leave the mountain and personally coach you. "

I asked in a daze, "What kind of background does this Master Huang have?

You Meng said: "It's not that we are arrogant, it's that we have already left the martial arts world."

I said embarrassed, "You've read too many wuxia novels, and you even want to leave the Jianghu!"

You Meng defended herself, "Is there a problem with your intelligence? If you leave the martial arts world, you will no longer be accepting disciples to teach you techniques, and you will be able to live in seclusion. "

I asked, "Then what was his background before?"

You Meng beamed and said: "What a big influence! Let me tell you, this Old Master Huang was once a friend of the kung fu emperor Li Xiaolong. When you were young, you often sparred with him, and he had a deep understanding of all kinds of martial arts in the world, such as the top 10 martial arts in the world, American boxing, Taekwondo, judo, Thai fist, karate, French kickboxing, Aikaze, etc.

You Meng used a few abbreviations of "wait, wait" in succession, making him completely confused by what she said. According to her, this Old Master Huang had basically risen to the status of an idol in my heart.

You have to know, Li Xiaolong is an unparalleled idol in my heart. He was actually Li Xiaolong's good friend when he was still alive … Would that be true?

Let me calculate with my fingers. Old Master Huang is seventy this year, and Li Xiaolong passed away in 1977 … It seemed that there was still some possibility of this happening!

But I was still skeptical. After all, Li Xiaolong is too mythical. In my memories, how mysterious would it be to be able to meet someone who knows him?

Moreover, I suddenly remembered something. Not long ago, the President of the United States bodyguard Pablok had said that the Chinese martial arts master that Mike was most afraid of was the Old Master Huang. Could it be that this Old Master Huang was the Old Master Huang that Pablok had mentioned before?

It was just a guess, but he couldn't be sure.

However, I still worriedly asked: "You Meng, is what you said true? Why do I feel like I can't believe it? "

You Meng rolled her eyes quickly and took out her phone from her pocket: "I'm just afraid that you don't believe me, so when Director You and I went to visit the Old Master Huang, I took a picture of these photos. Take a look at them, they are all inside my phone, there are a lot of photos of the Old Master Huang and Li Xiaolong from back then inside."

I received You Meng's phone and looked. Sure enough!

The clear photos made me feel deep veneration for this Old Master Huang.

Still, I added, "It couldn't be synthesized by a computer, could it?"

When You Meng heard this, she immediately became anxious and snatched the phone away from me. She scolded angrily, "Zhao Long, why are you like this? "You're always suspicious and suspicious about whether or not you have the qualifications to be your master. You'll know after one try."

I thought about it, but there was still a question I couldn't explain. I asked again, "You Meng, tell me, why do you insist on sending a master to teach me in my hometown? Isn't it good to be in Beijing? "

You Meng explained: "does not want to appear in Beijing. To be able to promise to come out of the mountain and teach you, that is already giving Director You face. In any case, it's only a month's time, so you have to cherish it well. After passing through this village, there will be no more shops like that. The other officials participating in the Exchange will not be able to enjoy this kind of treatment! "

Only then did I realize that many of my doubts had instantly been solved.

No wonder Director You wanted me to visit his family at this time, he already had a plan!

High, it really was high!