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Lin Yuan had been very busy with work in the South China Sea area. Now that he's back, it's been two weeks, and he's filled with longing for his family. Although he knows his son Lin Fung is passionate about martial arts, he didn't expect such a huge change after just two weeks apart.
As Lin Yuan stepped into the house, he immediately sensed a different atmosphere. The courtyard seemed to have become more mysterious and solemn. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground, as if foreshadowing an unusual event about to occur.
He walked quickly towards the courtyard, only to find Lin Fung practicing martial arts in the yard. Lin Fung's figure appeared even more upright in the sunlight, his punches filled with strength, each move carrying astonishing momentum, as if he had transformed into a martial arts master. Lin Yuan couldn't help but stop in amazement, watching the change in his son.
Although his son had matured quite a bit compared to before, now his eyes were full of wisdom and confidence, his presence more solemn, as if he had become a different person. Lin Yuan thought incredulously that in just two weeks, Lin Fung's martial arts realm and temperament had improved so astonishingly.
He secretly doubted how such a change had occurred. He knew his son had a passion for martial arts, but to reach this level in such a short time was truly unbelievable. Lin Yuan felt a strong curiosity rising in his heart and decided to secretly observe his son and find out about his mysterious master. He knew he had to act cautiously to avoid his son's notice. Therefore, he had to be careful and focused at all times to ensure he could observe Lin Fung's training process throughout.
In the morning sunlight shining in the courtyard, Lin Fung was already engaged in basic physical training. His body stretched slowly in the morning breeze, making various amazing movements. Lin Yuan quietly observed from the shadows, watching as every movement of his son was filled with strength and agility. Lin Fung's physical training included static stance training, flowing Baguazhang routines, and complex footwork training. Each movement was carefully designed, as if simulating real combat scenarios. Lin Yuan nodded in secret understanding, realizing the crucial importance of this kind of training for a martial artist.
As time passed, the training entered the next stage. He sat down to enjoy a simple breakfast, then rested for a moment, preparing to face new challenges. When the hour of the rabbit arrived, Lin Fung began training again. This time, he focused on basic boxing, with each movement being elegant and precise. Lin Yuan silently compared in his mind, feeling that this kind of boxing seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.
After lunch, Lin Fung continued his training without stopping. His figure flashed in the sunlight, like a stream of light. From the hour of the sheep to the hour of the monkey, he began to practice a form of boxing that Lin Yuan seemed to have seen somewhere. The more Lin Yuan looked, the more familiar it seemed, but he couldn't be sure. This form of boxing included rapid punching, unpredictable body movements, and unique breathing techniques. Lin Fung's movements were elegant and exquisite, each move demonstrating exceptional martial arts skills.
Night falls, after dinner, Lin Fung returns to his room or sits in the courtyard to focus on cultivating his inner strength, practicing until bedtime. Lin Yuan has been quietly observing all day, but still has not found any clues about the mysterious master. He knows that this master must be a highly skilled individual with extraordinary martial arts. Lin Yuan decides to continue waiting, believing that the truth will eventually come to light through continued observation.
A week later, Lin Yuan notices that Lin Fung's daily routine has changed. In addition to morning physical training, Lin Fung spends almost the entire day meditating and practicing inner strength. This strikes Lin Yuan as strange because previously, Lin Fung's training process was more diverse, including various martial arts elements such as boxing and body techniques.
As Lin Yuan had suspected, late at night, when the hour of the pig had already passed, he heard a faint sound of movement, as if someone was quietly leaving. Lin Yuan immediately got out of bed, knowing that this was a rare opportunity, and today was definitely the time to meet the mysterious master. So he decided to follow his son and see what was happening.
In the darkness of the courtyard, Lin Yuan approached like a nimble cat. He noticed Lin Fung quietly leaving, his figure shuttling through the night like a ghost. Lin Yuan followed cautiously, making sure not to be discovered by his son. Lin Fung entered a dense forest, with tall trees and starlight filtering through the leaves, illuminating his path. Lin Yuan hid in the bushes and continued to observe.
Lin Fung The final gathering point is under an ancient old pine tree. This pine tree towers into the clouds, with an age of hundreds of years, and its bark is covered with lines, as if a sage is quietly telling stories of a thousand years. Lin Fung Stopping under this pine tree, he knew this was the agreed meeting place with his mysterious master.
The middle-aged man is very strong, wearing a tattered green robe, the corners of which have turned yellow, showing the long-term weathering. His muscles are tense, showing that he has undergone strict training. The shadow of the straw hat covers his face, revealing only a pair of bright and mysterious eyes, making him look even more mysterious.
Lin Fung respectfully bowed to the middle-aged man and said, "Master, I hope you can give me some guidance on the progress of my training in Tiger Roar Fist and internal energy breakthrough in the past few weeks." The middle-aged man suddenly turned around, his eyes flashing with a strange light, as if he could see through everything. His dark skin made his eyes even more piercing.
Lin Yuan felt his heart racing, immediately sensing that this middle-aged man was extraordinary. This kind of gaze, this kind of atmosphere, made him involuntarily think of some legends in the martial arts world, where powerful warriors could often see into their opponent's heart through their eyes.
The middle-aged man stroked his chin, deep in thought. His movements were slow and powerful, as if pondering a significant issue. This made Lin Yuan even more nervous, unsure if this mysterious master was a friend or foe, or if he had other motives.
However, just as his tension reached its peak, the middle-aged man suddenly burst into laughter. His laughter was loud and carefree, as if it dissolved all the tension.
The middle-aged man shook his sleeve and suddenly struck a warrior's fighting pose. Although his clothes were tattered, his movements were smooth and fierce. His gaze once again fell on Lin Fung, full of provocation and mockery.
Lin Fung was not afraid. He knew this was a rare opportunity to spar with his master, which would greatly benefit his martial arts training. He activated his internal energy, his figure flashed, and he faced the middle-aged man.
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