Under the white clouds and the scorching summer, when the scorching sun finally began to cool down, Han Luo and the old man Wu Fu finally walked to a small city west of Austin, North America. Although the small city is small, its scale is not small.

The two walked into the city. Because they rely on martial arts, they did not take a car, but one of the plans to hike this continent, and taking a car was against their original intention.

In ancient times, before humans had vehicles, hiking was the capital for one person to measure the world. In that era, it was really awesome to say that people from which province had been to which province.

But after having a car, I feel like the world is far away.

I have long forgotten the feeling of following my heart.

When the two entered the city, Han Luo did not pay much attention to the scenery of the town. When they met the old man, they talked about it all the way. The martial artist, realm, experience, and cultivation each had their own gains and benefits, and their minds were all focused on cultivation, so they paid little attention to the scenery and architecture. However, they were generally in line with the usual Texas style, simple and elegant.

The two of them didn't pay attention to the vehicles coming and going.

After the old man led Han Luo to turn left and right, and after a long walk in the city, he came to a relatively secluded area with a forest that was lush, but only a few hundred years of big trees were not cut down, making it a cityscape. It can be seen that this friend of the old man is very rich!

The old man knocked on a white European-style door under the wall of a green building with a creeping building. The doorbell rang for a long time, and the old man gradually became embarrassed. I don’t know what he was thinking about it. The old man slapped his forehead, angry that he was not fighting, and said to Han Luo: "Let's go and find him. This drunkard!"

Han Luo smiled awkwardly and said, "Has this senior gone to drink?"

The old man shook his head: "It's like this for the rest of his life."

Han Luo sighed, how long does a lifetime have to last? Forty years or sixty years?

Han Luo followed the old man and passed a series of streets and alleys to see the appearance of Kang Luo. Finally, he arrived at his destination, a tavern three or four miles away. A fan of the wine-lovers.

It's really an American tavern!

The classic street wine bar has a cross-shaped glass window at the door, and some green, red and white paper strips can be seen. It is really old style. As soon as the two of them entered, they were attracted by the scenery inside.

They were drinking and celebrating, drinking and playing billiards, and various activities. The crowd seemed to be gradually crowding. Not long after the two of them came in, two super tall white men came in at the door, one was a little fat, Husai, beer belly, arms as thick as legs and arms, and the other was tall and showed firmness. Overall, whether it was Han Luo or the old man, he was short in front of these two people.

Han Luo quickly glanced in the crowd and roughly divided several types of people who were drunk, drunk gentleman, and had fun. He also went there when he was studying in Wuhan.

The old man took a look and tried hard to find the person he was looking for, but he didn't see it, because the crowd gradually surged, shouted loudly and laughed endlessly, finding someone was difficult! Especially a drunkard who might be drunk on the ground and slapped the table.

Han Luo looked for his eyes and looked long and just to observe the character and life of North Americans, because all of this has the origin of thought. The reason for finding and cracking human behavior today is Han Luo's interest.

However, it was unexpected that it stayed on a Chinese young man in the bar, because the young man was obviously a staff member, with his back facing Han Luo, busy and mixing bartending. He swept his left hand through the air, poured wine gracefully, and reached out to push the cup with his right hand. It was natural, without any "deliberateness" or "stagnation". In Han Luo's eyes, it was a capital circle, a perfect and unremitting mixed circle, not a movement, but a series of movements, various parts of the body.

Han Luo's eyes showed various scenes. Anyone attacked this young man at any time, and this young man could respond at any time. He was not bartending, but clearly using the momentum of bartending to practice Kung Fu!

A young martial artist who understands kung fu and truly integrates kung fu into the details of life!

Han Luo's eyes were very bright!

This is something he could never have imagined. There is a young man who understands the true meaning of Chinese Kung Fu in a tavern!

This is incredible.

At this time, the old man came to him, glanced at the young man lightly, sat on the chair, and said, "Let's go."

Han Luo was about to answer when he saw an old man slapped his hand on the bar, obviously drooping. An old man who was shorter than the old man with white hair and short beards and dressed in capable clothes. If Han Luo was outstanding among Chinese people, the old man was slightly twenty centimeters lower than him. And this old man really just looked up under his chest line. Such an old man could still survive in the North American tavern where the crowd was now in, which was a thumb!

Although you don’t judge people by their appearance, appearance is really important!

The old man's appearance made Han Luo feel funny, a bit like a drunkard in the movie. Han Luo thinks this blacksmith is kind!

"Ying...hai! Oh, it's you!" The old man lowered his eyelids, red drunken, looking up at the old man who was much taller than him.

"My name is Haixiang, you are drunk!" the old man said in a deep voice.

The old man shook his mind and laughed: "I'm drunk, go! Take you home!"

Han Luo is respectful. Because this old man is not a drunkard! He clearly saw through too much, just being a drunk and sober! He read too much, and saw too much of others at a glance!

Before the three of them left, the young man who poured wine turned around, with beautiful eyebrows and broad eyes, extremely handsome, and his figure was no less than Han Luo.

"Chen Sheng, I'm back from get off work, come to my room! We are both husband and wife, we will not return until we are drunk!" The old man said vaguely and said to the young Chinese people.

"Master, I understand. Go back, there is a distinguished guest!" said the young man, and smiled slightly at Han Luo with a slightly different expression.

What the heroes see, they admire each other!

Han Luo smiled with a smile on his eyes.

The three left the tavern and followed the old man and came to his home in a slackened step. During this period, Han Luo was a little suspicious about whether the old man almost fell down. But seeing that the senior named Haixiang was still motionless, he thought he had no idea that he did not reach out to help.

The old man took out the key, opened the door accurately, and entered the yard. The typical green plant, Xi's yard, cactus, purple balls, and various succulent plants. This place really looks like a green world!

Han Luo met the old man for the first time. The old man was confused and drunk, but he was vague, saying that the young man was having fun by himself and hadn't seen him for a long time, so he went to talk about the past!

Hai Xiang smiled slightly: "The little brother, let's go for a walk by himself first, there is no need to be restrained. Be your own home. I will accompany him to 'wake up'."

Han Luo glanced at the drunk old man and smiled slightly: "Senior, go!"

He pointed to the drunk old man and said, "I'm very drunk."

This drunkenness means something else!

The old man sighed, looked at him with a smile, turned around and walked into the house with the old man who had been limp as soon as he got home.

After the drunk old man entered the house, there was a voice coming from him. It was the old man's voice shouting: "You turtle, finally I'm willing to come to see me."

Han Luo smiled at himself. His life has passed by these friends in his later years. The relationship is too strong, especially in North America, where they can be said to be a foreign country or near death.

Han Luo was sad when he thought about the old man because in his junior year, his grandmother left.

Han Luo sighed, "Diet as a lamp goes out, only he knows the feelings in his heart."

Only the word sad.

All that remains is the sigh of life.

The martial artist also has limitations. He cannot break through the life and death.

Therefore, the old man's feelings are even more precious. In Han Luo's eyes, the two old men will definitely not cry but their hearts are turbulent.

This is his feeling of seeing Chen Wuxiang after more than a year of separation!

That brother, shoulders!

The feelings are even deeper when you push the old man yourself. One glance, one move, and one speech are enough to reveal too much information.

Without a lifetime of meeting, acquaintance, or touching each other, there would be no such behavior and expression.

Han Luo was right, but there were some differences.

……………………

Inside the house.

There are no drunk elderly people, and there are no angry elderly people who don’t fight for them.

There are only two old men sitting opposite each other.

Look at each other and have a sincere conversation!

"I really plan to teach him the 'that' technique? Let him inherit your martial arts core unconsciously?" the old man asked, "How could he look drunk? He is obviously a strong martial artist."

"With this plan, this young man is good." said the old man.

The old man said, "Are you sure?"

The old man shook his head: "I'm almost dead, and if I don't teach you, it will be a pity."

Anyone who hears this sentence will only be regarded as a play by the old man in the evening.

The old man slapped the table, very light but not light: "Does that young man have that qualification?"

The old man Wufu, who had exchanged three punches with Han Luo before, whispered: "Are you qualified? You can't try it?"

The drunk old man slapped the table again and gently dropped a word.

good.
Chapter completed!