The system is the king of the counterattack master

Han Xiaodong subconsciously stopped when he heard the word warning, but he didn't expect that the wine bottle cap was faster than his reaction, and the moment there was a small gap between it and the bottle, he shot with a "peng" sound. out.It hit the ceiling before falling to the ground.

The air wave that lifted the cap of the beer bottle was not so fast and quiet. Pushing the beer in the bottle and "popping" it together, it was even hotter than the scene of opening champagne on TV.

All of a sudden, the wine splashed in front of Han Xiaodong, spraying him with alcohol foam all over his body and face.

"Analysis of the cause of the accident: Beer contains a large amount of carbon dioxide gas. After encountering a high-speed shock, the carbon dioxide gas is precipitated, and the pressure difference between the inside and outside becomes larger, forming a huge impact force, which leads to the accident." Xiao K's voice sounded mechanically again.

"Shut up." Han Xiaodong said weakly.

Now it’s useless to explain these afterthoughts. I’m already “wet” after drinking, and the most important thing to consider right now is how to explain when I go home.

Han Xiaodong looked up at Grandpa Qiu, and saw that old man Qiu was standing behind the cash register, eating peanuts and smiling at himself with his eyes closed.

Now he finally understood why Old Man Qiu ran all the way behind the cash register and threw the beer bottle opener to him instead of handing it to him.

Hey, it's all a routine!Han Xiaodong sighed in his heart.

"How is it? Little guy, how dare you doubt our ability?" Grandpa Qiu asked with a smile.

"Don't dare anymore." Han Xiaodong shook his head, picked up the napkin and began to wipe his clothes. He looked up at the wine bottle and was shocked. There was only the bottom of the wine in the bottle. Squirted out.

He usually opens beer for guests, knowing that the beer contains some carbon dioxide, but no matter how shaken it is, it is impossible to spew out so much wine.

What's more, Mr. Qiu just flicked it with his fingers just now. How much strength can this flick have?It is completely unscientific to be able to spray out all the wine in the bottle!
While wiping his clothes, Han Xiaodong picked up the beer bottle and observed it carefully. He found that the outside of the bottle was not damaged at all. He couldn't help but wonder: "Grandpa, how did you do it?"

"Inner strength." Seeing Han Xiaodong's serious face, Grandpa Qiu revealed the key point without hiding it.

"Qigong?" Han Xiaodong asked tentatively.

"Almost." Old Man Qiu went back to the table where the two of them ate, wiped a clean place with the rag, and sat down:
"Qigong and inner energy are a bit similar, but they are not the same thing. The qigong that can really hit people is actually the qi of strength, such as hard qigong, which is a real fight. But the inner energy is different, and it is skillful."

Han Xiaodong nodded half-understood, then shook his head again, as if he still didn't understand something.

"You don't need to know that much, you just need to know the kung fu of your school, and the practice is different from other kung fu." Seeing this, old man Qiu didn't bother to explain it to him in detail.

"That's different?" Han Xiaodong asked.

"In terms of kung fu in the market today, practice is for fitness, and fighting is the next step." Grandpa Qiu said and put a few peanuts into his mouth.

"Then what about our family?" Han Xiaodong listened fascinatedly, and picked up a few peanuts and put them in his mouth.

"Murder." Grandpa Qiu said calmly.

Han Xiaodong was in a cold sweat!
After a while, Grandpa Qiu answered again: "Save your life."

Han Xiaodong breathed a sigh of relief.

"You see, this is prejudice. In the same way, if I say kill, you will be afraid, and if I say save your life, you will accept it. In fact, when necessary, killing is saving life, and saving life means killing."

Seeing Han Xiaodong heaving a sigh of relief, Grandpa Qiu glanced at him disdainfully.

"We don't just do it for the sake of killing, or you say, I have practiced this kung fu for thirteen times, and I can't do anything except kill. Now in a peaceful and prosperous world, how can anyone kill me? That thing is also against the law, isn't it? "

As soon as Han Xiaodong relaxed, his tone became much weaker.

"Martial arts are for killing people, why else would those martial artists go to great lengths to invent martial arts?" Grandpa Qiu's tone was still disdainful, but this time it wasn't for Han Xiaodong, it was obviously because he was dissatisfied with some popular remarks now.

"Wu is a word for stopping and a spear. To stop fighting, isn't that just for peace?" Han Xiaodong was unconvinced and brought up a set of principles.

"Who told you that?" Mr. Qiu glanced at him.

"It's said in movies and TV shows." Han Xiaodong has found evidence, and he has to be reasonable.

"Zhi under the word Wu does not mean to stop. When the word was first invented, that Zhi was the image of a soldier. Wu is a soldier carrying a spear. When did it become Zhige? Young people, you want If you read a little more and don’t understand such superficial knowledge, how will you get involved in society in the future?”

Grandpa Qiu gave Han Xiaodong a dissatisfied look.

Han Xiaodong was choked and speechless.

This is the second time today that he has been taught to read more books, and two people... Ah, no, one person, one system, they actually said exactly the same thing!
What crime did I commit in my previous life to be punished like this?
Seeing that Han Xiaodong was dumbstruck by the words, old man Qiu continued: "Our patriarch was a killer back then, and he specialized in assassinating the dignitaries of the Yuan Dynasty.

Later, when the peasants revolted in the late Ming Dynasty, they helped train Zhu Yuanzhang's secret troops.

It can be said that it made great contributions to the establishment of the Ming Dynasty.

"Then does he know Zhang Wuji?" Han Xiaodong asked abruptly.

"Get out!" Grandpa Qiu hit his head with chopsticks again, knocking Han Xiaodong so hard that his neck shrank.

Only then did Grandpa Qiu go on to say: "Later, the world was not so chaotic. Our sect has been kept incognito. By the end of the Qing Dynasty, it gradually withered."

"Why?" Han Xiaodong interjected when he heard something he didn't understand.

"One is because foreign guns and cannons came and kung fu declined, and the other is because the late Qing government was incompetent, so even those who wanted to save the country had nowhere to go."

When Mr. Qiu said this, he couldn't help shaking his head: "Later, the descendants of our sect lived in seclusion in the countryside, and gradually, the Jianghu was no longer that Jianghu, and the legend of our sect disappeared. "

After listening to Grandpa Qiu's words, Han Xiaodong also sighed endlessly, saying that the masters are among the people, but in fact there are more than tens of thousands of masters.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help asking again: "Are there any other descendants of our line?"

"No more." Mr. Qiu shook his head like a rattle: "I used to have a brother who was shot and killed in the 80s of the last century."

Han Xiaodong is in a state of despair. It seems that learning this craft is still life-threatening.