Mu Zixiao and Master Wang, who was good at washing, cutting and blowing, stood face to face. Mu Zixiao put on a posture and said in a deep voice: "Old man, I'm serious about this. It's too late for you to surrender now. Don't be beaten to the hospital by me then." ”
"You have the nerve to say that." Old Man Wang curled his lips: "As soon as I got in the car, I felt that there was evil energy in you. It was the feeling that after practicing martial arts for a long time, you always want to find someone to attack. Young man, martial arts training in ancient times was It is understandable to be a hero who eliminates violence for the country and the people. In today's society ruled by law, if you still think that practicing martial arts is just to show off your skills, then you are starting from the wrong point." He said and looked at Hong Dali: "Master Dali, Let me ask you, I have passed on all my kung fu to you, will you learn from it?"
There was a sound of jaws dropping to the ground all around.
His loud shout was so earth-shattering that Hong Dali beside him was shaken by the shock. Then he saw Mu Zixiao punch out, fast, hard and accurately, and then...
It is a good idea for an expert to know whether there is a target as soon as he takes action. It is futile to continue fighting at this point. Mu Zixiao was convinced: "Master, you are really my master! I am convinced, really convinced!" He couldn't help but be dissatisfied. This king just now said If the master wanted to, he could easily slap him a few times, but since he didn't make a move, Mu Zixiao couldn't keep chasing him.
"What are you talking about, brat." Old Man Wang stretched out his pipe and knocked Mu Zixiao on the head. Mu Zixiao didn't even want to hide away, and this time he regretted it even more. Just listen to Old Man Wang say: "These days, learning martial arts is just to strengthen the body. What's the use of going high and low, and it can't be used as food! How can I go out and rob if I am good at martial arts? I don't have to rely on selling my skills. To mix some drinking money? Besides, why are you learning martial arts? Just to fight outside and beat up whoever you don’t like?"
"Fifty thousand a month." Hong Dali increased it tenfold without saying a word, his eyes sparkling: "From now on, Old Man Wang, you will be the martial arts coach of these bastards like me. How about it?"
Tang Muxin asked in a low voice from the side: "Uncle Wang, can you beat him?"
There were sighs and sighs all around, and Mu Zixiao was the most depressed.
While he was feeling lonely, Hong Dali looked dumbfounded and blurted out: "Holy shit, the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon?! Are you always Hong Qigong?!"
After hearing what Old Man Wang said, the people around him were envious. To put it slightly exaggeratedly, if you learn all his skills, you will definitely be a modern version of a hero, which is no small matter.
He wanted to learn, but he couldn't learn it. Hong Dali didn't want it even if it was presented to him. There was a huge gap.
At this time, it was Mu Zixiao's turn to be anxious. He rushed to Old Man Wang and hugged his thigh: "Master! You are my master! I will pay you 100,000 yuan a month! Teach me kung fu!"
"That... that's not..." Mu Zixiao looked aggrieved: "I came here to protect myself..."
As Hong Dali's exclusive driver, Wang Mingyu is also a master of fighting. But after seeing Master Wang's skills, he couldn't help but praise him and said, "Awesome! This is a real master!"
Master Wang jumped down from Mu Zixiao's shoulders, walked up to Hong Dali with a smile, and scratched his hair a little embarrassedly: "Master Dali, do you think my ability is fair? This is the fifth day of the month. Can you do a job worth 1,000 yuan?" This old man is still thinking about 5,000 yuan a month.
"You're kidding, I'm not that mean." At this point, Mu Zixiao shouted loudly: "Be careful!"
Old Man Wang shook his head with a smile and said: "I knew it. In fact, that's why I liked you so much that I was willing to follow you - of course, the salary must not be less, hehe." He said and took two more puffs of cigarette. Said: "Speaking of which, I have lived for so many years to understand martial arts. It can be used to cultivate one's moral character, or it can be used as a means of maintaining health, but it is absolutely not acceptable to use it as a weapon to fight bravely and ruthlessly. "
Old Man Wang ignored him and kicked him out, saying: "Young man, everything must come first, first served, right? I have promised Master Dali, and we people in the world must keep our word - Dali Master, are you saying fifty thousand a month is true?"
No wonder he is so depressed. In modern society, it is inevitable to have some quarrels with others. Young people are young and energetic, and they start to fight with each other after a few words. Who can stand it
Soon they arrived at the boundary and everyone got out of the car.
Wang Mingyu shook his head decisively: "I am not his opponent either."
"24K pure gold!" Hong Dali said with a smile, "How about it?"
"Ten years, ugh." Mu Zixiao sat on the ground and sighed: "Originally, I thought that my ability was not bad, and I was confident that I could face five or six people who had never practiced before. I didn't expect that this was really a challenge. There is a mountain higher." At this point, he also became angry: "I said, Mr. Wang, why are you bumping into other people's rearview mirrors with your martial arts skills so high? Come to me if you need money, and I will give you a job based on your ability. There’s nothing wrong with it if it’s 1.8 million!”
Who would have thought that an old man who can crash into people's rearview mirrors could be a martial arts master? Why did I start so late at that time
"I'll do it!" Old Man Wang agreed on the spot without saying a word.
Tang Muxin sighed, Hong Dali's luck was already close to unbelievable. Who would have thought that such an old man could be such a master that even the driver and bodyguard Wang Mingyu would not be a match
Master Wang casually relaxed his arms and legs, took out a pipe from his pocket and lit it. He puffed away the smoke and said, "Don't worry, I can really do something to you? You won't retaliate, right?"
"I'm talking about Lao Xiao." At this time, Hong Dali couldn't bear it anymore: "You like martial arts so much? I saw you were quite promising just now. How long have you been practicing?"
Then he saw the thin monkey-like Master Wang holding Mu Zixiao's fist and flipping up with a "whoosh" sound. Then he squatted on Mu Zixiao's shoulder and smoked "bah bah bah". He took two puffs and then hehehe. He smiled and said: "Young man, your speed is still a little slow..."
Mu Zixiao burst into tears.
Anyway, the contrast in strength is obvious, and everyone present knows the outcome.
Having said this, Old Man Wang walked to a nearby small tree, drew a semicircle with his right hand, pushed hard, and with a "click", the small tree broke on the spot, and said: "I know how to use heavy hands, but This thing, alas, except for those with a temperament like Master Dali, it can't be passed on to anyone else. Once it goes astray, it will kill people without blinking an eye..." When he said this, he felt a little lonely as if his secret knowledge had been lost.
In the end, Hong Dali shook his head decisively without even thinking: "I don't want to learn this. It is my wish to be a prodigal son with peace of mind. Fighting and killing is not suitable for me."