Taking Liu Yifei back to Northeast China for the Chinese New Year has sent the entire internet into

The entire set of door-breaking and splitting knives is finished.

The courtyard was so quiet you could hear the snow falling.

"this……"

Fang Daqiang opened his mouth, but after a long time, he could only manage to utter one sentence.

"How is this possible?"

He turned to look at the old man.

Grandpa Fang had already taken three steps in two to reach Fang Yu.

He grabbed Fang Yu's arm, looked his grandson up and down, his eyes filled with shock.

"Who...who taught you this swordsmanship?"

Fang Yu slung the large cleaver over his shoulder and grinned.

"I watched you demonstrate it once, and I memorized it."

"What?!"

Fang Daguo suddenly jumped out from under the wall.

"You only read it once?"

"Yeah, just once."

Fang Yu nodded, speaking as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"I've clearly seen the route, the point of force, and the footwork for each move, so I just need to copy it once."

He spoke casually, but to Grandpa Fang, his words were like a thunderclap.

The old man shakily released Fang Yu's arm, took a step back, and looked his grandson up and down again.

"A martial arts prodigy!"

Grandpa Fang slapped his thigh, his voice trembling.

"Back when your great-grandfather was teaching his men to swordsmanship, the dumbest of them had to practice for three months, and even the smartest had to watch seven or eight times before they could get the basic shape."

"You only watched it once, and you can beat me like this?"

"Good heavens, what kind of brain is this?"

Fang Daqiang, who was listening nearby, couldn't stop smiling and couldn't help but mutter something.

"Dad, please stop praising him. He's getting too cocky."

"You don't know anything!"

Grandpa Fang turned around and glared at his son.

"I practiced this sword technique for five years before I could barely graduate as a master."

"Fang Yu can imitate 80-90% of the moves after just one look. If this were in that era, he would be a born military genius!"

Fang Yu said with a grin.

"Sir, now that you mention it, I'm tempted to travel back in time."

Grandpa Fang was so amused by him that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and slapped him on the back of the head.

Stop being so cheeky!

He was cursing, but the old man's eyes were a little red.

He looked at his grandson standing in the snow with a knife on his back, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

The Fang family's unique skills have not been lost.

The chat room was in complete chaos.

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! You learned it after just one look?!

[What kind of monster is Fang Yu?! His calligraphy is at the master level, his painting is at the master level, and now he can even learn swordsmanship in no time?!]

This isn't just a martial arts prodigy, this is practically cheating!

Grandpa is right, in ancient times he would have been a great general!

So just how many of Fang Yu's skills are we unaware of? This man is unfathomable!

Fang Yu himself had absolutely no interest in staging any heartwarming drama of grandfather-grandson passing the torch.

Because that's not his style.

He carried the heavy machete, turned around, and strode to the eaves.

He paused for a moment when he reached Liu Yifei.

Liu Yifei was huddled next to a pillar, her nose slightly red from the cold, her hands alternately tucked into the sleeves of her down jacket to keep warm.

Fang Yu opened his mouth, as if to say something.

For example, "Thanks for what I just said."

For example, "You did me a big favor."

For example, "You're quite bold, more righteous than I thought."

These words swirled in his mind, but he ultimately swallowed them back down.

No.

Once you say something like that, you'll be held hostage for life.

Moreover... he was afraid he would get goosebumps if he said such cheesy things in front of the live broadcast camera.

So Fang Yu simply took off his scarf naturally and casually wrapped it around Liu Yifei's neck.

Liu Yifei was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the scarf that had suddenly appeared around her neck, still warm from his body.

She was just about to say something—

Fang Yu had already crossed his arms and raised his chin.

"Did you see it clearly?"

Liu Yifei blinked her beautiful eyes.

"what?"

Fang Yu raised his chin again.

"Did you see that unparalleled sword technique just now?"

"I saw it clearly."

Liu Yifei resisted the urge to roll her eyes and nodded.

Fang Yu gave a satisfied "hmm," then leaned forward and lowered his voice to say:

"So I'm giving you a heads-up."

"Even if you end up wielding this big cleaver that our grandpa gave you—"

He held up one index finger and waved it in front of Liu Yifei.

"I also have a move that guarantees 100% disarming an opponent, but I haven't shown it yet."

Liu Yifei's expression froze instantly.

Fang Yu straightened up, put his hands in his pockets, and added a smug look to his face.

"Don't even think about using this thing to abuse me later, no way."

"..."

Domestic violence?

Who's going to commit domestic violence against you?

Who has a future with you?

Liu Yifei was so angry at his train of thought that she gritted her teeth.

She took a deep breath and tried to stay calm.

"Fang Yu".

"exist."

"Your grandfather gave me the family heirloom to protect me."

"You learned your grandfather's swordsmanship, and your first reaction wasn't gratitude or a sense of inheritance; that's not the reaction any normal person would have."

"Your first reaction was to come over and brag to me that this trick doesn't work on you?"

Fang Yu nodded and said:

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have learned this sword technique."

Liu Yifei took a deep breath.

Take another deep breath.

She really wanted to snatch the machete and test his "100% bare-handed disarming" technique on the spot.

However, her hand unconsciously tightened around her neck the scarf that still held his body heat.

……never mind.

Considering the scarf is quite warm, I'll spare his life for now.

The chat room was filled with laughter.

[Hahahaha, Fang Yu's thought process is always so unique!]

[Others learned their ancestral sword techniques: I want to protect this heritage! Fang Yu learned his ancestral sword techniques: I want to use them to brag to my wife!]

[Fairy Sister, listen to me, you don't necessarily have to strike head-on with a knife, you can do it while he's sleeping...]

[Sleeping?! Or is this some kind of tonic?! Are you a devil, upstairs?!]

Fang Yu is too all-around amazing! Even the celestial beauty with her physical cheat code can't do anything to him!

I now seriously suspect that Fang Yu's greatest talent in this life isn't singing, painting, or calligraphy, but rather, it's being infuriating.

Wang Jie, the agent who was far away in Beijing, jumped up from her chair at that moment.

She propped herself up on the table with both hands, staring intently at the replay of Fang Yu wielding a knife and showing off on the screen, her eyes practically gleaming.

"That figure!"

"That swordsmanship!"

"That's explosive power!"

Sister Wang's fingers tapped loudly on the table, her mind already racing.

"There's hope for action films in China! Fang Yu has to enter the film industry!"

She muttered a few words to herself, then calmed down, sat back in her chair, and shook her head.

"But that's a story for another time."

Sister Wang glanced at the mountain of documents piled on the table and sighed.

Fang Yu has a lot of things to do after he comes back.

I need to sign an endorsement contract with Coca-Cola, and I also need to record and release several original songs.

Not to mention that Wang Jianguo, the chief director of the Spring Festival Gala, personally named him to be the opening act for next year's Spring Festival Gala...

Which one isn't important?

The film and television industry can come later, but it absolutely needs to be put on the agenda.

Sister Wang cracked open a sunflower seed and glanced at the screen again.

In the scene, Fang Yu is being chased by Liu Yifei, who is trying to snatch the large machete. The two of them are circling around the old elm tree in the yard.

She looked at the screen, smiled, and shook her head.