16

"What? My father is a rat?" The middle-aged man asked out of breath.

"Don't get me wrong, the ground rat is not a rat, this is a kung fu in the art of thievery, the person who practices the ground rat's left and right feet choose one of them, and when they are done, they will be called the Dharma body, with the Dharma body wearing a house and jumping on the roof as if it were a flat earth, the earth pits in the blink of an eye ten meters, your old man is practicing this kung fu, and his right foot is the Dharma body."

"As for why the corpse, I guess it might have been too many times in the ground back then, during the anti-Japanese years, there were a large number of dead corpses buried in the ground, the old master's kung fu of this hand in and out of the ground inevitably encountered corpses, it might have been the result of the accumulation of corpse poison in his body."

The middle-aged man is like listening to the sky book general open mouth surprised for a long time before saying: "If you really say so, why my brothers and sisters do not know?"

Uncle Liao said: "This is also the old man's remarkable place, theft art as the name suggests is to steal the art, once practiced if it is used for wealth often people can not resist, the old man was cultivated for wartime needs, now the world is stable, this kung fu naturally do not need to be used again, why he would need to mention it to future generations, in case there is someone in the family who has a heart of mischief, and therefore did something illegal, he would instead be doing harm to future generations."

Listening to Uncle Liao's analysis, even if I still don't know much about human affairs, I also feel that it is very reasonable, the middle-aged man since he appreciated his father's painstaking efforts, he nodded with tears in his eyes and said, "Thank you, Mr. Big."