Why didn't you tell me earlier that my little sister is still waiting for me?

Teacher He raised his hand to signal Peng Peng to be quiet: "Peng Peng, don't interrupt. Let Afan finish what he is saying."

Lin Bufan scratched his head. Because of Peng Peng's interruption, he forgot what he was talking about for a moment.

There's nothing I can do about it, that's what lying is like!

I often forget what I say!

"Uh...where was I?"

Yang Mi couldn't help laughing and reminded him: "You said that now, you can only be..."

"Oh, right!" Lin Bufan slapped his thigh and continued in a heavy tone, "At this point, I can only be an unfilial disciple!"

When Zifeng heard this, her face wrinkled with nervousness: "Is it that serious? Brother Bufan, are you okay?"

Lin Bufan waved his hand, revealing an open-minded expression: "Don't worry, Sister Zifeng. As long as I can find a kind-hearted girl in a short period of time who is not after my money or my fame, but only likes me as a person, then my master will not blame me."

After hearing this, Sister Zifeng immediately started to think in her mind:

Simple and kind-hearted!

Not for money or fame!

Just like this person!

I meet the first two criteria, but how do I calculate the third one?

While Sister Zifeng was pondering, Teacher He and Teacher Huang looked at each other, and both of them understood Lin Bufan's "sinister intentions."

So, Teacher Huang rushed forward and pulled Zifeng behind him to protect her: "Afan! Our Zifeng has just come of age, and according to seniority, she should call you uncle. You can't do anything rash!"

Lin Bufan immediately raised his hands and cried out, "Teacher Huang, what's the point of this? How could I possibly do such a thing? This is a huge injustice!"

Teacher Huang ignored Lin Bufan's explanation and turned around to lecture Zifeng: "Zifeng, don't be fooled by some people's sweet words. Your most important task right now is the college entrance examination. You must not let someone delay it, understand?"

Zifeng's sister stamped her feet in shame and waved her hands in panic: "No, no! Dad, don't talk nonsense!"

Peng Peng, standing by, was completely oblivious to these "undercurrents" and continued to ask persistently, "Brother Lin! Can you show me your kung fu? Please!"

After a brief thought, Lin Bufan agreed: "Okay, then I'll show you my skills."

Lin Bufan looked around, his eyes lingering on Yang Mi and Zifeng for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "How about this, Sister Mi and Sister Zifeng, you two sit on this bench together."

As he spoke, Lin Bufan moved a bench about 1 meters long to the middle of the pavilion!

Yang Mi crossed her arms cautiously: "What do you want to do?"

"Don't worry, it's just a display of strength." Lin Bufan assured with a smile: "It's absolutely safe."

After Yang Mi and Zifeng carefully sat side by side on the bench, Lin Bufan squatted down, held one end of the bench with one hand, and gently lifted it up——

Under the stunned gaze of the crowd, Lin Bufan lifted the man and the stool above his head with one hand!

"Wow!!!" Peng Peng jumped up excitedly: "That's amazing! This is kung fu!"

Yang Mi and Zifeng's sister were so scared that they clung to their stools tightly, screaming one after another. Teacher He rushed forward and said, "Afan, be careful! Don't let them fall!"

Lin Bufan seemed to be at ease, and even turned around with one hand: "Don't worry, it's very stable." As he said that, Lin Bufan changed his posture and used one finger to support the bottom of the stool, so that the bench remained balanced on his fingertips.

Sang Biao came over at some point, took out his phone and typed: [What's so great about this? Isn't it just moving bricks a little faster than others?]

Lin Bufan kicked Sang Biao away in annoyance: "You bastard, you're the one showing off, right?"

Afterwards, Lin Bufan gently put the bench back on the ground, and Yang Mi and Sister Zifeng breathed a sigh of relief.

Sister Zifeng jumped down from the stool and looked at Lin Bufan with sparkling eyes: "Brother Bufan, you are really amazing!"

Yang Mi rubbed her limp legs and said angrily, "Lin Bufan! If you dare to do this again next time, believe it or not, I will tell everyone about what you forced me to do last night."

Everyone's eyes instantly became strange, and Teacher He even covered his mouth exaggeratedly: "Is this something you can say?"

Lin Bufan's eyes widened, and he waved his hands hurriedly: "Sister Mi! Don't say such nonsense! Please explain yourself quickly, or I won't be able to clear myself even if I jump into the Yellow River!"

Zifeng's face flushed crimson, and she twisted her fingers around the hem of her clothes, not daring to look up. Peng Peng, on the other hand, looked back and forth between Lin Bufan and Yang Mi in shock, his mouth wide open enough to fit an egg. Teacher Huang narrowed his eyes and gave a meaningful smile, "Young people..."

Teacher He immediately put on an air of justice: "Don't be afraid, Mimi. Tell us and we'll take care of it for you! If Afan bullies you, we in the Mushroom House will support you!"

Yang Mi looked at everyone's expectant eyes and suddenly chuckled, "What are you thinking? Last night when we were playing games, this bastard took a fancy to the blue buff on me and insisted that I die. After the buff was transferred to the opponent, he killed the opponent and snatched the blue buff!"

"Tsk—" Everyone sighed in disappointment in unison.

Yang Mi narrowed her eyes slightly: "What's with that expression on your face? Are you disappointed?"

"No, no!" Teacher He quickly waved his hands, turned around and pretended to scold Lin Bufan seriously: "Afan, what you did is absolutely wrong! How can you let your teammates die just for a blue buff?"

Lin Bufan nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, Teacher He is right. I will pay attention next time."

Seeing that there was no fun to watch, Peng Peng quickly turned his attention back to his kung fu and grabbed Lin Bufan's arm, refusing to let go. "Brother Lin! Show me another kung fu show! Please!"

Lin Bufan smiled helplessly and said, "What kind of Kung Fu do you want to see?"

Peng Peng's eyes lit up, and he counted on his fingers: "I want to see the Qinggong skill of walking on water! I also want to see the chest shattering rocks! And the iron sand palm splitting bricks! It would be best if there was also the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Cloth Shirt!"

Lin Bufan slapped Peng Peng on the head in annoyance: "Do you think I'm a circus? I'll show you whatever you want to see. Just one thing, think about it first!"

Peng Peng scratched his head, his eyes suddenly lighting up. "Then... Brother Lin, can you perform a wall-climbing trick? The kind where you run a few steps on the wall and then jump onto the roof!"

"no problem!"

Lin Bufan walked to the mud wall of the mushroom house and leaped lightly, soaring into the air like an arrow. As everyone watched in astonishment, Lin Bufan's toes tapped the vertical wall three times, each step leaving a deep footprint and sending gravel cascading down. With the final step, he exerted a sudden force, flipping through the air and landing steadily on the five-meter-high roof.

"Wow!!!" Peng Peng jumped up and down excitedly. "So cool! This is even more exaggerated than in the movies!"

Sister Zifeng tilted her little face up, her mouth wide open: "Brother Bufan... are you Superman?"

Yang Mi curled her lips in annoyance: "It's still the same old trick!"

Sang Biao also disdainfully pulled out his phone and typed: [Tsk, isn't it just climbing a wall? If you're brave enough, show me how to crawl through a dog hole!]

Lin Bufan stood on the rooftop, his clothes fluttering in the breeze. With a flick of his wrist, he produced a bottle of white wine from nowhere. He tilted his head back and took a sip. The wine flowed down the corner of his mouth, gleaming with a crystal luster in the sunlight.

"I look at my sword by lamplight while drunk, and dream of blowing the horn in the camp!" Lin Bufan recited aloud, his voice clear and distant, as if it penetrated time.

Before he finished speaking, Lin Bufan was already in motion. His toes tapped the tiles, and his entire body moved across the rooftop like a dragon. His palms flew, his sleeves rustled, and every move was filled with an indescribable elegance and freedom.

"Eight hundred miles of roast meat is distributed to my subordinates, and fifty strings play the music from the frontier!" Lin Bufan turned his body, his right palm split the air like a knife, while his left palm was as soft as a willow, showing the style of a master with the combination of hardness and softness.

Everyone in the courtyard, save for Sang Biao and Yang Mi, was stunned. Peng Peng's mouth was wide open enough to fit an egg, and Zifeng cupped her hands in her chest, her eyes full of stars. Even Mr. Huang, who always prided himself on having seen the world, couldn't help but stand up and gaze up at the graceful figure on the roof. Director Chen from the "Yearning" production team was so excited that he couldn't help but yell for the camera to capture the scene!

"Autumn military inspection on the battlefield--" Lin Bufan's voice suddenly rose, and his body suddenly took off into the air, somersaulted three times in the air, and finally landed steadily on the highest point of the roof.

Lin Bufan stood with his hands behind his back, his robe fluttering in the wind. The sunlight gave him a golden edge, making him look like a banished immortal.

Seeing that the pretense was almost complete, Lin Bufan leaped straight down from the five-meter-high roof. Amid the exclamations of the crowd, Lin Bufan landed lightly without even bending his knees.

"Great!" Teacher He was the first to applaud: "This kung fu is amazing!"

Yang Mi curled her lips: "He just knows how to act cool." But her eyes never left Lin Bufan.

Lin Bufan threw the wine bottle casually, and it landed on the stone table. He then patted his sleeves, bowed and smiled at everyone, and said modestly, "Sorry for the poor performance." However, there was no trace of humility on Lin Bufan's face!

Everyone immediately surrounded Lin Bufan and started asking questions.

"Afan, how did you practice this kung fu?" Teacher He asked curiously.

Lin Bufan cleared his throat and said seriously, "This story starts when I became a disciple at the age of six. I would get up at four in the morning, do horse stance for two hours, and then practice boxing on a wooden stake. In the winter, I would meditate in ice water, and in the summer, I would stand under the scorching sun. My master said that kung fu is hard work, and there are no shortcuts."

Zifeng's sister's eyes turned red when she heard this: "Brother Bufan, you must have suffered a lot, right?"

"Not bad." Lin Bufan smiled. "The hardest part was when I was practicing Qinggong. My master made me carry a fifty-jin sandbag on my back and run a hundred times back and forth on the plum blossom piles every day. If I fell, I had to start over again. I often practiced until my legs were bloody."

Peng Peng swallowed his saliva, but he still mustered up the courage to ask, "Brother Lin, then... then can I learn Kung Fu from you?"

Lin Bufan looked Peng Peng up and down, and suddenly asked, "Peng Peng, are you still a virgin?"

Peng Peng's face flushed red, and he stammered, "Y-yes...what's wrong?"

"If you want to learn martial arts from me, you have to remain a virgin. Can you do it?" Lin Bufan asked seriously.

Peng Peng hesitated for a moment: "Ah? I can't get married in my whole life?"

"That's not the case." Lin Bufan waved his hand: "As long as you remain a virgin before the age of thirty, it will be fine. After thirty, your foundation will be solid and it won't be affected anymore."

Yang Mi suddenly narrowed her eyes and asked suspiciously, "Xiaodi Lin, are you still a virgin?"

Lin Bufan straightened his back, his face full of righteousness: "Of course! My superb martial arts skills are the best proof!"

Although she didn't believe Lin Bufan, Yang Mi didn't say much. After all, they were recording a program here, and some things were not suitable to be said here!

Knowing that he could end his virginity after turning 30, Peng Peng didn't find it so difficult to accept. He immediately became passionate again: "Brother Lin, if I learn Kung Fu from you, can I become as powerful as you?"

Lin Bufan touched his chin, a look of embarrassment on his face. "Well...it's difficult. First of all, you've already missed the best age to practice martial arts, and the foundation of Tongzi Kung Fu hasn't been laid well. Secondly, you're so busy with work now, how can you find time to practice every day? Martial arts training requires training in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer. If you don't practice for a day, you'll lose ten days."

Peng Peng still didn't give up and asked, "Then how far can I go?"

"That depends on talent." Lin Bufan looked Peng Peng up and down. "Some people practice their whole lives but end up being nothing, while others can achieve something in just three to five years."

Peng Peng gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind: "Brother Lin, I still want to learn! Even if I can't be as good as you, it's good to be able to strengthen my body!"

Lin Bufan smiled and patted Peng Peng's shoulder: "Okay, since you have this intention, then I will accept you as my apprentice."

Peng Peng was so excited that he almost jumped up and turned to pour tea. "Great! I'll go prepare the apprenticeship tea right away!"

"Hey, no need to go to all that trouble." Lin Bufan hurriedly pulled Peng Peng back. He wasn't Lucy, so he didn't think these clichés were necessary. "Our sect doesn't care about these things. If you really want to learn, just get up with me at five tomorrow morning to practice."

Peng Peng's face suddenly fell. "Five, five o'clock? So early?"

Lin Bufan raised his eyebrows: "What? Are you backing out now? I've been getting up at four in the morning to practice since I was six years old."

"No, no, no, I can get up!" Peng Peng quickly straightened his back: "Five o'clock is five o'clock! Master, don't worry, I will definitely be there on time!"

Teacher He joked, "Peng Peng, are you sure you can get up? Last time we recorded the show, we asked you to get up at 6 o'clock and you almost got late."

Peng Peng blushed and argued, "That's different! This time I'm here to learn Kung Fu! I'll set ten alarms and I'll get up!"

Teacher Huang smiled and shook his head. "Young people are just full of energy. But Afan, don't overtrain Peng Peng. We still have to record the show tomorrow."

Lin Bufan smiled brightly: "Teacher Huang, don't worry, I know my limits. I'll teach him how to stand still on the first day to lay the foundation."

Sister Zifeng blinked her big eyes and asked curiously, "Brother Bufan, can I learn from you?"

When Lin Bufan heard that sister Zifeng also wanted to learn, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the smile on his face was countless times more enthusiastic than when he said to Peng Peng just now: "Sister Zifeng, do you want to learn too?"

Sister Zifeng nodded obediently: "Yes, because when I was acting, I encountered some difficult moves. If I knew these martial arts, I wouldn't need to find a stunt double."

"Oh, sister Zifeng is so dedicated!" Lin Bufan said with admiration: "But you don't have to get up early. After all, getting up early is the biggest enemy of a woman's beauty. How about this, come to me in the evening and I will teach you something else so that you don't have to get up early!"

When Peng Peng heard this, he immediately came over and said, "Master, I don't want to get up early either. I also want to learn something else like Sister Zifeng!"

Without a word, Lin Bufan kicked Peng Peng on the butt: "Get lost! You're a grown man, and you're afraid of getting up early? If you want to learn Kung Fu, don't be lazy!"

Peng Peng covered his butt and said aggrievedly, "Master, your discrimination is too obvious, isn't it?"

Lin Bufan replied confidently, "Nonsense! Sister Zifeng is so cute, isn't it normal for me to be a little partial to her?"

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