Author: Canghai Guyin

Ningshan City, Dongcheng Street.

Compared to the bustling and noisy commercial square, this area appears quieter and more elegant. Bluestone lanes, stone brick houses, and antique-style buildings form a special landscape, adding a touch of difference in a city full of tall buildings.

artistic conception.

Most of the shops in this neighborhood are small and exquisite.

Sushi restaurant with hanging lanterns.

Rustic specialty pancakes.

A warmly decorated milk tea shop...

Make people stop and forget to return.

At noon time, although it is not as crowded as the commercial plaza, the environment here also attracts a lot of people.

Tang Li sat in a small restaurant, ordered a bowl of Yangchun noodles, a stack of soy sauce beef, and a bowl of clear soup, and enjoyed lunch.

He had left the commercial plaza long ago. To him, the exhibition stand was, at most, just an episode on the road to spiritual practice and nothing.

"call--"

Tang Li blew the hot air on the noodles and rolled up the noodles with chopsticks.

This noodle shop is not big, with only about a dozen tables. But the noodles in the shop are very authentic, with clear soup and white noodles, purely handmade, and the prices are affordable and affordable.

The smell of the noodles reminded Tang Li of his college days.

When he was young, he and the girl he loved would often look for small flavor shops in the city alleys, and he was delighted to find a conscience store hidden in the corner. Now things have changed, and the girl he once loved has long been separated. This kind of joy

, the feeling of satisfaction is no longer difficult to reproduce and will always become a memory.

"Did you hear about it? Today, in the commercial square, a master of martial arts returned to the world. The gold medal coach of the Dragon Martial Arts School failed to pretend to be a B and lost his face. Instead, he was used as a negative teaching material."

"What martial arts master?"

"Someone took a video and it has been circulated on the Internet."

Several people walked into the restaurant and talked.

"Are they talking about the Commercial Plaza?"

"This matter has actually been posted on the Internet."

Tang Li's eyes flashed slightly when he heard this. He took out his mobile phone and entered keyword searches such as "Ningshan, commercial plaza, Longwu Hall display stand, martial arts master" on the webpage. Sure enough, the video had been uploaded to the Internet, and then it appeared.

come out.

In the video, there is a scene of Tang Li and Zhou Ye competing and competing.

This video was probably shot by someone in the crowd with a mobile phone. The photographer seemed a bit far away, and the details such as face and clothing were not very clear. The whole process was recorded from a distance, and it has attracted a lot of popularity and comments.

"The martial arts master returns to the world, 6666."

"This move is Tai Chi cloud hand? I want my mother to give me Tai Chi classes. I want to learn Tai Chi and become prosperous!"

"Brother, the video you took was so ungrateful that you can't even see his face clearly. Does anyone recognize this martial arts master? I want to become his disciple!"

"Haha, Longwu Hall prides itself on modern martial arts, but belittles Chuanwu every day. Now it has angered the masters. Let's see if they dare to say that Chuanwu has declined in the future?"

"I'm going to withdraw from the Dragon Martial Arts Hall membership. Is there anyone else who can join me?"

…

In the comments, there were also many doubts about Longwukan.

The Dragon Martial Arts School deliberately creates contrast and attracts popularity by suppressing the spread of martial arts. Now, this is the price they should bear.

Tang Li put his phone back and stopped checking it.

He didn't care too much about these things.

…

…

The sun sets, and the afterglow fills the sky.

Bus is driving on the road.

Tang Li sat in the car and looked at the scenery outside.

He has left Ningshan City and is on his way back to the village.

During this trip, in addition to medicinal materials, he also purchased several pieces of clothing and a new fishing rod.

In some old buses, Hong Kong and Taiwan songs from the 1980s are playing. The driver is a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. People call him "Uncle Xiang". He has been driving on this road for seven or eight years and has already

He is an experienced driver.

“Right and wrong have their own principles, so be careful with what you say and don’t offend others.”

"Don't be too serious when it's cold, windy and rainy."

"Be confident in your heart."

"Don't bother with sarcasm and questioning."

"Let others laugh and scold, and live a free and easy life."

…

On both sides of the road, fields gradually appeared, with farmers tidying up their vegetable plots, and from the houses in the distance, smoke curled up from cooking.

We are almost at the village.

"What happened?"

"Why did you stop?"

At this moment, the car suddenly stopped on the road.

"The road is blocked and we can't pass. We may have to wait for a while depending on the situation."

Uncle Xiang lit a cigarette, pointed in front and said.

Everyone in the car looked around.

I saw an ox cart loaded with fodder blocked in front, its wheels stuck in the ground and unable to move forward.

The road is only two or three meters wide and is blocked by bullock carts, making it impassable for buses.

"This is how to do?"

"How long does this have to wait?"

"Forget it, there's not much road left anyway, I won't take the car, I'll walk back."

People got out of their cars to check, and some people simply stopped taking cars and walked on foot.

The fodder loaded on the bullock cart was piled more than three meters high, weighing at least four to five hundred kilograms. The old cow pulling the cart was kneeling on the ground, with his head lowered, as if he was tired.

The old man driving the bullock cart squatted on the side of the road, smoking a dry cigarette, but he was helpless. When he saw the bus blocked behind him, he sighed and looked even more sad.

"Everyone, please give us a push and push this car out!"

Uncle Xiang called.

"The wheel is sunk so deep. How can we push it?"

"If I have this time, I think it's better to go to the village and call a tractor and pull it."

People talked.

"Let me try."

Tang Li stood up and said.

"Old man, you lead the cow, and I'll push it."

"If I push the car, please help me."

Tang Li stepped behind the bullock cart, rolled up his sleeves, and said to the old man driving the bullock cart, and then to the crowd.

"Young man, you are good at fitness, but if you want to push this car by yourself, how is it possible?"

"If you can really drive this car, young man, I will introduce my eighteen-year-old sister-in-law to you."

"You see, the young man is full of confidence. How could he be called a young man..."

Seeing Tang Li step forward and take a posture, people couldn't help but look over with curiosity, and some people laughed and joked.

The old man also took the cow and waved his whip.

Tang Li stepped out, exhaled softly in his mouth, pushed on the bullock cart with both hands, lowered his back, and pushed forward.

…

The afterglow of the setting sun shines lightly.

The old cow lows.
To be continued...