Yun Yi rode his bicycle and returned to the old Wushan district soon after. When he passed by the entrance of his alley, he saw that the door of Shi Peng Peng's house was open. A middle-aged man with a short figure and bearded face squatted on the bluestone steps at the door and lowered his head to smoke.

Yunyi slowed down the vehicle speed.

"Hello Uncle Master!"

The boy greeted the unpretentious middle-aged man with a smile.

The man raised his head, and when he saw Yun Yi, he smiled, nodded and said:

"So it's Xiaoyi! Is he going home from school? Did that brat in my family make a fuss at school today?"

Yun Yi replied honestly:

"Uncle Shi, if there is really, do you think I will tell you?"

The bearded man was stunned, then suddenly burst into laughter, shook his head and sighed:

"I forgot about the friendship you two have had since childhood!"

Yunyi's bicycle passed by the gate of the master's house.

The bearded man who looked like his son was one by one, squinting his eyes at the back of the boy who disappeared deep in the alley.

Then the richest man in Guzhong City, named Master Sheng, pressed out the cigarette butt in his hand on the bluestone at his feet, then reached out and slapped him a few times to dispel the smell of smoke on his body, and then walked into the house with his hands on his back.

Although the yard of his home is big enough, the teacher still ran out to smoke, just for fear that the smell of smoke would smell his wife.

In the spacious courtyard, under the black eaves of the main house, there is a bamboo lounge chair, and the lounge chair is covered with thick snow-white natural mink blankets.

A woman lying lazily on the priceless mink blanket in today's society, facing away from the door, her eyes half open and half closed, enjoying the last ray of sunshine today.

The woman's skin is as smooth as a girl, and her eyes and eyebrows are as charming as a woman in her thirties or forties. It is difficult to judge her true age. Her appearance is 70 or 80 years similar to her teacher Peng Peng. Both mother and son are so beautiful that they are extremely evil.

"Are you satisfied?"

The teacher Sheng walked into the yard, and the woman was still lying motionless on the snow-white blanket, like a sleepy cat.

I just asked this question lightly, my voice was a little hoarse, but it had a strange charm.

"Well...it's only the third one today..."

The teacher wins and laughs.

"talent?"

A faint smile appeared on the face of the woman with her back to him, but her tone became even lighter.

The teacher, Sheng rubbed his hands and prepared to change the topic.

"I just saw the kid living at the end of the alley, which seemed a little different from before!"

"Oh, is it that kid named Yun Yi?"

The woman's graceful body finally turned around. Although she knew that her husband was diverting her attention, she was still a little curious.

"Why is it different?"

"I can't say it either. The eyes I looked at him just now didn't look like a 17 or 18-year-old boy. There seemed to be a lot of things hidden inside. You know that my teacher is not better than other skills, but he has always been very accurate in looking at people."

“People always have to grow up.”

"It's not like the change when you grow up... Well... that feeling is very strange, like a sudden change of someone..."

The teacher Sheng touched the thick and hard beards on his chin, thinking about something.

The woman sighed with some pity and said slowly:

"It's also difficult for that child to be without parents since childhood. He has struggled to grow up so much by himself. If someone is half sensible in our family, I wouldn't have grown up so quickly!"

"My wife, you are old, and I look much younger than when I first saw you!"

The bearded man said a grinning and grinning love words.

The woman named Peng gave him a charming look.

"By the way, what is the foundation of the family in the innermost alley, especially the identity of the child's father, have you found out?"

The teacher Sheng looked pondering on his face. Eight years ago, when their family first moved into an alley, he touched all three or four families in the alley. There was no problem with the other two families. The one at the end of the alley has made him confused for many years.

According to the news he found out from the old residents in this area, there was a beautiful woman living in the small courtyard before, living alone with a little boy. A man often came to visit the mother and son every now and then, but the man's whereabouts were quite mysterious. Even the neighbors next to him had never seen the true appearance of the man.

At the beginning, the teacher thought it was just an outdoor room and an illegitimate child raised by a powerful person, but why did the little boy leave alone and not take it back after the woman died? The man was too cruel.

However, later the teacher Sheng vaguely learned about the woman's affairs and realized that maybe he might have thought it was wrong.

"A few years ago, I heard something by chance. It was very interesting, but I just forgot to tell you!"

The teacher Sheng said to his wife carefully.

"What's up?"

"It's that young man Yun Yi, who is actually following his mother's surname, and his mother, the woman we have never masked, is a cultivator, and is also a very powerful cultivator!"

"How powerful is it?"

"It is likely that it is the top third grade. As for the seventh, eighth, or nineth, no one knows!"

Upon hearing this, the woman suddenly sat up from the recliner, her graceful figure was undoubtedly revealed, and she stared at the teacher Shengdao with some anger:

"Why didn't you say it earlier? Did you really forget it or do you want to hide it from me on purpose!"

"You're not afraid that you will know about this, your wife, will..."

The teacher Sheng hurriedly smiled, and then found that his wife's eyes seemed to be killing people, swallowed the four words "come out of the way".

Shi Peng Peng's mother Peng Peng snorted coldly, cut her husband hard, and then muttered to herself in a low voice:

"No wonder..."

"No wonder what?"

"That house has Buddha spirit, very deep and heavy Buddha spirit... Isn't that woman related to Lingyin Temple, right?"

"But why do children raised in such a family be so mediocre and too mediocre..."

...

At this time, Yun Yi, a mediocre boy mentioned by the teacher and his wife, had already returned to his home. He could not stop thundering and recited Buddhist scriptures for two hours in the room filled with Buddhist scriptures.

But then, instead of going upstairs to practice qi directly like usual, I looked at the clock hanging on the wall. There were still three hours left, so I couldn't waste it like this.

So he came to the courtyard and started boxing.

Yun Yi beat an ancient boxing technique learned in his previous life. It is not a powerful fighting box, but focuses more on hammering the strength of the body.

Yun Yi hits very slowly, and his fist stance is soothing, and it looks a little loose. In fact, every punch is used to use tens of strength, and the vital energy in his body is swelling. Every time he punches, be sure to let the vital energy penetrate into every end of the meridians to nourish the body and allow the strength of this body to continue to grow.

Two more hours later, Yun Yi finally closed his fists, sweating all over, but without any fatigue, and felt refreshed. Then he pushed his bicycle out of the door.

Because of the one-legged old guard from the school, he made an appointment to meet him in the evening.
Chapter completed!