Looking at those clearly well-worn copper balls that the old man had been turning for who knows how long, Yan Fei squatted down: "It's not right to break your stuff, let me show you a One-Finger Zen."
With a poke, he drove his finger into the red brick beneath him.
Standing up, he clapped his hands: "How's that?"
"Is there really such Kung Fu?" the old man said, astonished.
While not frequently in touch, they were old acquaintances, and there was also Teacher He's connection, so the old man was quite at ease. He squatted down and compared his finger in that little hole for quite a while, like a child.
Thus, he began to have a lengthy discussion with Yan Fei about Kung Fu, from the level of Iron Palm Technique of a certain army's soldier king he knew, to the brave heroes he'd seen on the battlefield in his youth, he spoke with great enjoyment.
