"Well, uncle, do you think we still have the thing you mentioned?"

Youye pointed towards home.

In a village near Gaocheng, my father is now a greenhouse farmer, growing vegetables to cultivate his sentiments. His temper has improved a lot in recent years, but he still hates things like martial arts.

When Mr. Mo took a look, he saw that the house was full of farm tools and the only things that could be barely related to sticks were hoes and shovels.

"Hey, you guys are just abandoning your family's martial arts? Don't tell me you don't know how to use a stick?"

Youno shook his head.

"I really don't. I learned a few moves when I was a kid, but they weren't stick fighting. They were just some boxing and kicking exercises to strengthen the body."

Mr. Mo could tell at a glance that You Ye had a decent foundation, but his muscles were not strong enough, so he was probably an office worker.

"What a pity! You Xianquan was an expert at sweeping leaves and flowers, but I didn't expect his descendants didn't inherit his skills at all. Alas!!!"

The old man shook his head and sighed, this is the sadness of the older generation of martial artists, their killing moves are not as good as modern weapons, and even if they want to perform, only true masters can make the most of those moves.

It is still better for famous ones like Tai Chi, but some martial arts that can be called unique skills are difficult to make a living with, and their inheritance cannot continue.

Even the Mo family, which has good economic conditions, only has their master's sword skills passed down within the family. This is only better for Mo Shaoge and Mo Qingxue.

As a junior fellow apprentice, Mr. Mo's senior brothers had long passed away, and as far as he knew, basically no one in their families learned these things.

"If it weren't for this opportunity, I'm afraid..."

Whenever this happened, Mr. Mo didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

"Leaf-sweeping mad flower?"

Youye was somewhat interested in this title. He didn't know much about his grandfather. He only knew that he and his grandmother died before he was born.

The images I remember are just a few old photos. My father hated martial arts because of what happened later, so he rarely talked about my grandfather who was involved in martial arts all his life.

After all, they were old friends, so Mr. Mo was happy to chat with them.

"Yes, there is an allusion to this, but would you like to invite me in for a cup of tea?"

"Oh, please! I'll call my dad and ask him to come back."

You Ye also just realized that he had let an old man stand outside for so long.

As for whether it is dangerous to invite a stranger into the house, after all, he is a young man in his twenties, and he lives in his own village. The partner is an elderly and frail man, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

A bamboo chair was brought over, a cup of tea was served, and then You Ye picked up the phone to call his father.

After all, he is my grandfather's friend. Even if my father doesn't like martial arts, he still has to respect him.

In a greenhouse two kilometers away, a fifty-year-old man with a weather-beaten face took out a vibrating cell phone from his pocket and saw it was his son.

This kid is usually as boneless as a bastard when he goes home on holidays. He wishes he could sleep all day. The call is probably from someone looking for him.

"Hey, what's up?"

You Ye on the other end glanced at Mr. Mo.

"Dad, Grandpa's friends are here, please come back."

You Yifeng frowned. Dad’s friend?

"Who is it?"

"He said his name was Mo Ziming."

"Okay, I'll be right back."

You Yifeng knew this person. He had a relatively good relationship with the old man. Even after his father passed away, he came to see them a few times, but they gradually lost contact.

You Yong hung up the phone and smiled at Mr. Mo.

"My dad will be back soon. Please tell me about my grandfather and why he is called Saoye Fenghua."

Mr. Mo also fell into reminiscence.

"Haha, your grandfather didn't give himself this title, but earned it through beating people with sticks. You probably haven't seen it, but your father may still remember what kind of skill it is to sweep leaves with a stick without splashing water."

"During the border conflict, you and others carried knives, I carried a sword, and your grandfather carried two pieces of steel sticks, connected at the top and bottom to form a long stick."

Listening to his grandfather's story, You Yong was still quite shocked. In a war of hot weapons, it was very rare for cold weapons to shine in close combat.

As they chatted, Mr. Mo discovered that You Yong knew almost nothing about his grandfather, so he talked to him a little more.

When You Yifeng was driving his electric scooter back home, he happened to see this scene.

"Hmph, what's the point of knowing martial arts? It's still useless. I can't even eat meat during the Chinese New Year. It's useless to practice martial arts when you're not strong enough..."

These words came out with a sense of resentment and helplessness, and Mr. Mo was speechless.

He didn't know whether Qiongwen was right or not, but he was sure that Fuwu was right. At the beginning, the Mohist school was not rich either, so he could understand something.

Judging from the tone of his voice, one can understand why the You family abandoned their martial arts. Like most other martial arts families, they succumbed to reality.

After saying this, You Yifeng had already parked the car and walked in.

"Uncle Mo."

"Um."

Mr. Mo did not continue to speak, nor did he refute him. There was no need to argue with the junior. He thought that today's trip might have been in vain.

Seeing that the old man stopped talking, You Yifeng realized that something was wrong with him.

"Uncle Mo, we haven't seen each other for almost twenty years. We don't have many relatives. Please stay for a meal. I grow all the vegetables myself."

"Okay! Cook more rice. I eat a lot."

You Yifeng finally smiled.

"You are still strong and healthy."

"By the way, where's Xinlan? Why don't I see her?"

After asking this casually, the room fell silent again.

You Ye looked at his father and wanted to speak but didn't dare to say anything.

"We've been apart for more than ten years, and I don't feel anything anymore."

This time Mr. Mo shut up completely, otherwise he would feel like he was deliberately exposing other people's scars.

Dinner consisted of four stir-fried dishes, one cold dish and a bowl of soup, all cooked by You Yifeng. There were two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes, a portion of cold cucumber, and large portions of braised pork and stewed cabbage, as well as a handful of fresh green onions.

A small table, three stools, and we just sit in the kitchen and eat together.

It’s not very rich, but it’s definitely stomach-warming.

"Uncle Mo, shall we have a drink?"

You Yifeng found a bottle of treasured Moutai and placed it on the table. Mr. Mo usually didn't drink, but he made an exception today.

"Okay, if I don't help you drink this wine, I guess you'll keep it hidden."

"Hahaha, that's not the case. But if Ono gets married, maybe he'll use it to entertain his in-laws."

In You Ye's eyes, You Yifeng at the dinner table was a rare happy moment in many years. He said a lot, even some of the sadness after his mother abandoned the family, and then complained to Mr. Mo under the influence of alcohol.

"I've been both his father and his mother, raising him with great difficulty, and now I can finally have some peace and quiet."

It was rare for You Yifeng to meet an elder like Mr. Mo, so he felt much better after letting out a sigh of relief.

"By the way, Uncle Mo, it wasn't easy for you to find us. You didn't come here to see us specially, did you?"

"It's okay, it's okay. Let's eat. I had other things to do, but now there's nothing much to say. Let's eat. I have to leave after I finish eating."

You Yifeng looked outside the house and saw that it was beginning to darken.

"Please stay here tonight. It's a rare occasion for us to have guests. It's not safe for you to travel alone at this late hour."

Youye looked at the two of them and finally spoke.

"Dad, Grandpa Mo wants to ask for Grandpa's Crazy Magic Stick Technique. Do we have this thing at home?"

You Yifeng was stunned for a moment, then sighed.

"There were some in the past. To use the words of the martial arts world, your grandfather was considered a master at the time, but unfortunately he could not make a living. He returned home from the war with a lot of injuries. His body was already weak, and he collapsed as he got older..."

"Eat, eat, stop talking."

Mr. Mo felt a little uncomfortable and guilty, but he had a whole family to support at the time, so he could only sigh that it was fate that played tricks on him.

But at this point, You Yifeng suddenly remembered something, said "wait a moment", and rushed to the storage room to rummage through the drawers.

After five or six minutes, he came back with a small box in his hand.

You Ye was a little excited. Could it be a martial arts secret passed down in his family?

After listening to Mr. Mo’s slightly exaggerated description before, I thought that my grandfather was really so mysteriously powerful, and I also had some unrealistic expectations for martial arts.

"Uncle Mo, look at this."

When You Ye opened the box, he was disappointed. There was no book inside, but a few photos. They were photos of some people carrying video equipment and You's family.

"This was taken when the Western Province TV station interviewed my father. The old man was very proud. At that time, he was still able to wield a stick, so he took the opportunity to show off a few tricks. Later, the TV station came and specially recorded a record of the stick technique, which was broadcast on TV that year."

"We don't have any martial arts secrets in our family. They are all passed down orally. You are an expert. Some things can't be learned by just reading books. A true story can be passed down in one sentence, but with this video, it should be considered a secret. I just don't know if the TV station still has the videotape."

Mr. Mo was cheered up. It would be great to have the video of You Xianquan dancing with the stick.

"really?"

"Well, Xiaoye and I will accompany you to the Western Province TV Station tomorrow to see if there is a chance to find it."

It was a pleasant surprise to get this news, and Youye was also very curious about it.

They ate and talked at the same time. After half an hour, the Maotai bottle was gone and all the vegetables and rice were gone. Mr. Mo ate a lot, and the father and son of the You family were also led by him to eat a lot.

Youye felt that this was the most he had eaten this year.

"Okay, old man, I won't bother you anymore. I have a place to stay. Feel free to call me tomorrow. You know, old people get up early."

After saying that, Mr. Mo stood up from the stool. He seemed to have caught a glimpse of something from the corner of his eye. He flicked his fingers lightly, and the scene became blurry and seemed as if nothing had moved.

There was a "whoosh" sound, so small that it seemed an illusion, drowned out by the barking of dogs in the village.

"Uncle Mo, please stay here. We have room for you!"

The old man smiled and shook his hand.

"Let's go, let's go, it's dark and we can't see the road clearly. Don't see me off, old man, I'm still strong."

Putting down one chopstick, the old man walked out the door. Despite his age, he moved as fast as the wind. The You family's father and son reacted and wanted to see him off, but found that his back quickly disappeared from their sight.