Chapter 65 Forgotten Things

"Interesting, old gentleman." After hearing this, Pan Hongsheng was shocked: "Are you threatening me?"

"It's not a threat, but a persuasion." The old man's eyes suddenly flashed, and a strong energy seemed to show fierce light from the aging body in an instant, but it was only a moment.

There seemed to be two forces in the air colliding violently. Pan Hongsheng felt an unprecedented sense of depression. The other party's power seemed to be an overwhelming advantage to completely disperse the gas he released. The suffocating energy rushed around in the space, staring at it like a poisonous snake...

Pan Hongsheng's body was as if he was entangled by these poisonous snakes. He was doing his best to compete with these poisonous snakes. Suddenly, he saw the other party gently wave his hand to remove the surging internal gas, and the sense of bondage of his whole body suddenly disappeared.

"That's it," there was no trace of pride, excitement and other emotional traces in the old man's voice, as if he were a solidified person, or a machine-like rigid.

Pan Hongsheng watched several people get on the car, start the car, and then a stream of black smoke disappeared, but he couldn't even move!

"Hong Sheng, who are those people? What the hell is going on?" Lin Hongyi and others looked at the faraway car and were panicked. They saw that the black car disappeared into the air before driving far away, as if the world had evaporated...

"Cruthless..." Pan Hongsheng felt that the pressure had completely disappeared, and he was sweating profusely in order to compete with the other party, and his whole body was soaked with sweat and trembled!

"Brother Sheng, your face looks so ugly..." Zhang Bowen looked at him in horror: "I've never seen you like this..."

Pan Hongsheng grew a turbid breath, which seemed to exclude all the unfavorable attributes of the siltation in his body in an instant. This is the recovery technique he learned from vampires and Zhunan finch. Although it is not the biggest effect that is not commensurate with his internal qi type and physique, it has made more than half of the internal qi consumed in an instant. Relieve.

"It's okay, pack up your things and get ready to go back..." Pan Hongsheng moved the bones of his whole body and instantly regained his as if nothing had happened: "How is Uncle Chen's injury? Go to see him in the afternoon, and then prepare to go back to Beijing!"

Although Pan Hongsheng's expression was very plain, everyone seemed to feel the anger boiling in his body like an engine motor. No one dared to say anything more to clean up silently, and even Zhang Bowen, who usually talked the most, was silent.

During the meal, everyone couldn't see Pan Hongsheng. Su Ya was a little worried and bowed her head to eat vegetables. Lin Hongyi: "Sister, where is Hongsheng? Xiao Zhang is not there either?"

"He seems to be practicing something in the back yard. I don't understand... Don't worry about it. He probably feels bad now. At this time, you don't have to ask anything but the greatest support for him." After saying that, Lin Hongyi sighed gently: He probably has to force himself again... I really hope he doesn't play too hard and cherish his body; after all, people are not fighting machines..."

Su Ya feels a little sour. Lin Hongyi's understanding of Pan Hongsheng is much more accurate than herself. No wonder...

Compared with Su Xue, she is more sensible, but compared with Lin Hongyi, the gap is not a little bit. The other party not only knows about this man, but also knows when and how to deal with things.

After all, where is the gap between age and experience? One is a daughter who is not good at the world, and the other is the eldest sister who has broken into society by herself since she was a child. Just when Su Ya was deceiving herself that she was sentimental, Su Xue was concentrating on destroying the eight roast geese on the table.

Eight roast goose, many merchants from south to north know its deliciousness, but this dish is not affordable for ordinary people, even ordinary merchants.

This dish is a recipe bought by Lin Hongyi at a restaurant in the south at a high price. It has been researched and processed by her own top chefs. It tastes crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It tastes good and is not greasy at all after eating. It is really a famous dish.

In the backyard, Pan Hongsheng carefully imagined the scene of being suppressed by the old man just now. He couldn't help but be angry from the bottom of his heart, and the internal gas burst violently. He tried to imitate the old man's internal gas to bind the other party's body, but failed.

"Brother Sheng, what's wrong with you?" He asked carefully to Zhang Bowen, who was practicing, "Why did those people leave?"

Suddenly, a snake-shaped breath flashed! Zhang Bowen quickly flashed. His breath pierced his skin like a sharp arrow, and a shallow blood stain appeared on his face.

The snake-shaped inner breath hit the wall fiercely, hitting a deep trace!

"This is..." Zhang Bowen was so scared that he almost peed out! Because the snake-shaped qi just now is so realistic, as if it is within reach!

"The pictogram internal gas method!" Pan Hongsheng stared at his snake-shaped hand and remembered what the old man said:

The hieroglyphic inner qi, the respect of thousands of inner qi and heart methods! This internal qi method is very ancient. It is said that it was born at the time of the Second Emperor of Yanhuang. At that time, relying on this mysterious internal qi method, it finally defeated Chiyou of Jiuli.

At that time, Pan Hongsheng was skeptical of this statement, and even suspected that the old man was drunk and bragging - in fact, he did so a lot.

But the old man obviously said it together with the truth and lies. In fact, Pan Hongsheng accidentally used the divine hierogly qi. When he was in Switzerland, a huge statue of martial arts immortals appeared behind him when he was against the leader of the split land clan, which was also essentially a kind of hieroglyphic internal qi.

"Brother Sheng, have you practiced a new trick?" Zhang Bowen was extremely surprised: "Teaching me quickly! How on earth did this work?"

"At all... I just learned a little fur..." Pan Hongsheng shook his head disappointedly: "If only I could watch him do tricks one more time. This kind of internal qigong is really too complicated!"

"Ying Jing is very powerful. He can only imitate his opponent's moves like this in one move..." Zhang Bowen scratched the back of his head: "If it were changed, I would probably lie down directly."

"Forget it, the pictogram is broad and deep. It can't be practiced overnight. It's better to go back to Beijing early. It is estimated that our school is almost in a hurry, and it has been more than a week of vacation..." Pan Hongsheng saw Su Ya and others coming, and quickly restrained the boiling inner qi of his whole body; he also put away his depression: "You Why are you here?"

"We've packed our things. Shall we leave now? You'd better go and eat something first..." Su Ya put a concerned hand on his arm: "It's not okay to be like this. No matter what happens, you still have to eat."

"I'm fine," Pan Hongsheng smiled and held her tender shoulder: "Get in the car first. I'll talk to Bowen."

Seeing everyone leaving, Zhang Bowen looked at Pan Hongsheng doubtfully: "Brother, what's wrong?"

"I have a special task for you. Remember to keep it a secret!" Pan Hongsheng put a toothpick in his mouth and looked at him solemnly.

After getting on the car, Su Ya and Su Xue twisted her neck and looked back. It seemed that she was still reluctant to give up on her father. Su Haibo's mood was also a little excited. After several waves, her eyes were a little wet. The once romantic, once said that the task was slightly bald at this time, a pair of The appearance of qi and blood deficiency.

Pan Hongsheng sat in the co-pilot's seat and looked at Su Haibo outside the window and suddenly thought of the old man.

Yes, how time flies. It has been so many years, and Su Haibo has become old-fashioned. I don't know how the old man is now and how his father is.

In other people's eyes, the father is a specific image, while in his eyes, the father is just a symbol, a totem. A reason that he misses.

Sometimes when it comes to the old man and father, Pan Hongsheng always puts the old man in the first place, and there is no reason.

Xiao Ke drove the car very steadily and quickly, and soon Jin Jiang was left behind them. Looking at Jinjiang behind him, Pan Hongsheng was a little confused.

He felt as if he had forgotten something important here.