After opening the camouflage of the cave, everyone went in. The temperature inside the cave was very low, so everyone started to make a fire.

After the stove was lit, it took a long time for the place to warm up, but the women's hands and feet were already frozen, so Han Shan and Lin Feng had to take charge of the cooking.

"Little brother, you're in very good health!" Han Shan praised. He was able to handle it because he was a warrior.

Lin Feng smiled and said, "Actually, I also practiced some martial arts when I was a kid."

"Oh? Which school or sect did you learn from?" Han Shan immediately became interested when he heard that he had also learned martial arts.

"I don't know which sect or school it belongs to. My master never told me." Lin Feng told the truth. Indeed, the old man didn't say it.

"What's your master's name?" Han Shan asked with some hope.

"The master's surname is Zhang. He is crazy all day long. He goes crazy once in the morning, once at noon, and once in the evening. People in our village call him Zhang San Feng."

"Zhang Sanfeng? Zhang Sanfeng? Is he over seventy years old and fat? And always likes to drink?" Han Shan asked thoughtfully.

Lin Feng nodded. It was true. The old man was drunk all day long and said he wanted to teach him martial arts, but he always forgot what he was doing.

"Huh? Uncle Han knows my master?" Lin Feng finally reacted.

Han Shan said with a smile, "I know him very well. He is my master's uncle, and also my master's grandfather. We are really destined to meet! Let me tell you, although this master is not as old as my master, he was the first one to join our sect. I heard that he suddenly appeared in the mountains of our sect, and he kept shouting that he was the head of the Wudan Sect and that he was beaten a lot when he was a child."

Lin Feng laughed out loud. This old man was so funny. When he went crazy, he would often shout that he wanted to go home, saying that this was not his home. It turned out that he was a big boss of a sect!

But then, a sad expression appeared on Lin Feng's face. "Alas! My master passed away peacefully that year. Every year on his death anniversary, I still go to his grave to pay my respects. I didn't know his hometown before, but now I have finally found his school."

Han Shan was stunned. Dead? Impossible?

"Little brother, are you seeing things? Or are we talking about the same person? My master is alive and well. I saw him wandering around outside a few days ago, chewing on a big leg of lamb in his arms. He seems to be living a comfortable life! But he doesn't recognize me. He must be confused again."

"Ah? Alive? Impossible? I buried him myself and even observed mourning for a whole year!" Lin Feng was also confused. Maybe they were not talking about the same person!

Han Shanye breathed a sigh of relief. If this were true, wouldn't he have to call this guy "Uncle Master"? He really couldn't bring himself to call him that! Fortunately, he wasn't alone.

But he still wanted to confirm, so he asked, "Little brother, what martial arts did your master teach you?"

Lin Feng replied truthfully: "My master taught me Tai Chi."

Clang! Han Shan's heart shattered. It was him, it was him. They were talking about the same person. His master had created his own martial arts, Tai Chi, which emphasized using softness to overcome hardness. His force was very powerful. In any case, his master had never won against him. His boxing style was strange and changeable.

"Uncle Master, it seems we're talking about the same person. Sigh!" Han Shan sighed. Isn't this embarrassing? Why would you accept a young disciple? There are so many people in the sect who want to become your disciples, but you don't like them. Why would you choose this kid?

Uncle Master? Han Shan's words left Lin Feng speechless. He was the elder who had divided the family? Wait! That's not right? Then who was that old man I buried?

"Don't, don't call me that, Uncle Han. I buried him myself. How could he still be alive? Impossible, impossible. How could a dead person be resurrected? And I even observed mourning for him for a whole year! There's no sign of damage on the grave. Maybe you're mistaken. As for the same technique, maybe he was taught by your master?"

Lin Feng didn't want to do such a weird thing, which would give him nightmares at night. Resurrection from the dead? What a joke!

Seeing that he didn't admit it, Han Shan was secretly happy in his heart. Yes, you are right. I don't have to call you uncle-master anymore.

"That makes sense. Maybe it was a mistake. Hi! It was almost a big misunderstanding. Haha."

Han Shan felt relieved, Lin Feng felt relieved too, and everyone was doing well.

Everyone was listening with great interest. It was such a rollercoaster ride!

The mutton soup was ready at this time. The hot mutton soup soaked with red wheat cakes and black rice cakes warmed up the body a lot.

"Uncle Han, this is medicinal tea for your two grandsons. Maybe after drinking it, they won't have to work so hard tonight." Lin Feng handed two bowls of medicinal tea to Han Shan.

"Thank you, little brother!" After thanking him, Han Shan personally fed his two grandchildren.

“Delicious!”

“It’s delicious!”

The two little grandsons drank the fragrant medicinal tea and kept talking. Han Shan was a little confused. Is this medicinal tea really so delicious?

So he took a sip. Hmm, it was indeed fragrant, with a hint of sweetness. After it went into his stomach, his muscles and veins felt very comfortable.

He is a martial artist, so this feeling is stronger and more intuitive than that of ordinary people.

"What a great tea! I wonder which famous doctor blended it." Han Shan exclaimed.

Lin Feng on the side wanted to laugh in his heart. This was all thanks to the spiritual spring water and had nothing to do with that old man Li.

After eating and drinking, everyone closed their eyes to rest. Surprisingly, Han Shan’s two grandsons did not get sick that night, and they slept very soundly. There was a hint of rosy color on their faces, which was a sign of health.

Han Shan was so excited! He almost kowtowed to Lin Feng. He never thought that he had followed the right person this time. He must repay this great kindness.

Lin Feng had already fallen asleep while holding Yang Jingyi in his arms. The stove was burning brightly. After walking on the cold plains for a whole day, his muscles relaxed under the warmth of the stove.

Nothing happened that night. The next morning, everyone got up on time, ate the usual three dishes, and set off again.

"Little brother, following you, my grandson and I are enjoying a good life." Han Shan said this from the bottom of his heart.

"It's nothing. By the way, I've always had a question in my mind."

"Little brother, please speak!"

Lin Feng asked, "When we first met in Huangsha City, you seemed to be broke and even had trouble getting food. Since you're a martial artist, you wouldn't be so down and out, right?"

Lin Feng’s question was very clear. How could you, with your two sick grandchildren, end up being unable to afford food?