The grocery store seems not big, but it has a unique place inside. Take the warehouse in front of you to explain in detail, integrating storage, living and meeting customers. In addition to being dirty and messy, the taste is also a bit serious and there is no problem.

"You sit there casually, don't be polite. My safe is under the bed, so you have to rummage it for a while."

The Ghost King Da crawled into the bed and made a fuss. Soon, dozens of Liu Xuande were thrown all over the ground by him.

Liao Wenjie glanced at him and found that everything was colorful black and colorful white, which was unbearable. He didn't even want to see it for free.

Then he glanced at it twice again.

There was no other meaning, and I suddenly discovered the commonality between Cao Dahua and Ghost King Da. They were both like teenagers.

Innocent!

The Ghost King Da is used to hiding Liu Xuande under the bed, and Cao Dahua likes it, and he is proud of it after hiding it. He really thinks it is his own unique secret technique that others will never find.

Only two of them are bachelors. If someone else does this, they can only ask for more blessings. After all, not to mention the distance, Ling Zun was also young back then.

"Don't get me wrong. I have been practicing the [Jade Girl Heart Sutra] for many years. These are essential auxiliary props. In fact, I am very upright." The Ghost King Da went through the boxes and cabinets, and did not forget to explain in his busy schedule.

Liao Wenjie: "..."

Lin Chaoying said he was very confused!

The Ghost King Da had an amazing collection of books. After rummaging for a while, he couldn't find his safe. Liao Wenjie was idle and looked down at the square wooden table in front of him.

As expected, the cutting marks were found on the legs of the table, and the table was touched by the Ghost King Da.

What is this? The opportunity is reserved for those who are prepared?

Liao Wenjie was speechless. Although the routine was not new and he cared about the destined person, the routine of the ghost king Da was too old. If you trace it back, it would have at least a thousand years of history.

He glanced at the ghost king who was hiding under the bed, and then saw that his legs and feet were inconvenient. Based on the principle of being helpful, he picked up the bamboo pole and rope beside him and fixed the precarious table legs firmly.

Many people think that helping others is the basis of happiness, but in fact it is not. This is just the first step.

The second step of not leaving a name is the top priority!

Liao Wenjie did not make any thoughts and decisively chose to hide his merits and fame.

Confirming that the table legs were very firm, he nodded with satisfaction, turned around and found a signboard of ancient Chinese boxing, with a big "fist" written in the middle.

Perhaps it was for the sake of being eye-catching, or perhaps the ghost king Da had a sudden inspiration, and the signboard was decorated with colorful lights on all sides. When the power was turned on, it was fancy and whistle, which was quite inappropriate.

Liao Wenjie was slightly stunned when he saw it. He didn't notice when he entered the door. Now he realized that the room was messy everywhere, and only this signature was spotless.

"Young man, since you have discovered it, I will no longer hide it."

The dirt-faced ghost king Da held the wooden box and pointed to the sign and said, "That's right, I am the contemporary leader of ancient Chinese boxing. He is the nickname "Devil Muscle Man"."

“Well, what is the definition of ancient Chinese boxing?”

Liao Wenjie asked if he didn't understand: "As far as I know, our country has many martial arts treasures. From ancient times to the present, there are countless sects of all sizes. Are these all under the jurisdiction of your head?"

"this……"

The Ghost King Da blinked, and the name of his sect did offend his colleagues. He changed his words: "This is a historical problem. It was like this when I started. You just need to know that our sect is very powerful."

"So good at staying in a grocery store?"

“Personal hobby.”

"Where are the other disciples?"

“Single-passing for generations.”

Faced with Liao Wenjie's problem, Ghost King Da was obviously prepared. After taking it, he brushed off the dust from the wooden box and spread out more than a dozen yellow secret books on the table.

From the iron sand palm to the Tathagata's magic palm, from the Vajra legs to the trunk feet of the sky, everything is ordinary to peerless, which is very comprehensive.

Liao Wenjie picked up the Tathagata's magic palm and flipped it over. It was not thick, but ten pieces of paper, and it was finished quickly.

"Huh, why did the last page be torn off?"

He pointed to the last page of the Tathagata's magic palm. There was no shortage of nine palm techniques, but the last cover was gone.

"It is said that the old books are broken, and it is normal to lack a page!"

"But the last page of the book was torn off?"

"You are lucky, then you are all broken ancient books. You can choose any one of them as a family heirloom."

“…”

Liao Wenjie curled his lips and knew that the missing page was the publishing house and printing date, so he simply stopped mentioning it and said bluntly: "Ghost King Da, what is the price of this Tathagata Divine Palm? Let me first say that since there are broken pages, I will not give the full price."

"Ten dollars."

Ghost King Da gave a fair price.

"What!?"

Liao Wenjie was slightly shocked and sold a Tathagata divine palm for ten yuan. The ghost king Dazhen thought he was a beggar, and then said, "The Tathagata divine palm is so cheap, isn't that iron sand palm only sold for one piece?"

"Wrong, the iron sand palm secret book is worth 500 yuan."

"Why?"

Liao Wenjie was confused. He couldn't calculate this question.

"Because you can't learn the Tathagata's God Palm, otherwise you won't sell it for a million."

The Ghost King Da lowered his voice and said inexplicably: "The Tathagata's magic palm is about opportunity and wisdom, and it is about the artistic conception of great compassion. If the opportunity is not there and the wisdom is not enough, even if it is a martial arts genius who has not practiced for a hundred years, it is useless. If you can't learn it, you can't learn it."

It sounds very reasonable.

Liao Wenjie nodded, admitted that the Ghost King Da had put in real effort in cheating and continued, "Then what is the price of this Dugu Nine Sword?"

"Twenty yuan, plus the Black Iron Sword Technique, you will count thirty together."

"Then what, I've read these two martial arts in martial arts novels."

"It is normal for novels to get inspiration from reality, and the names are the same."

“…”

At the end of the question, Liao Wenjie was speechless. Except for martial arts such as iron cloth shirts, none of the other secret books of the Ghost King Da were more than twenty yuan.

He could also guess the general reason, it was nothing more than the Ghost King Da who had practiced the iron sand palm before, and he was easy to cheat and was not afraid of being exposed.

The Tathagata's magic palm is enough, and he probably only heard of it.

The secret book of Iron Sand Palm, for example, the divine palm is more than ten times thicker, and each move is full of pictures and texts. Except for the printing factory, there is nothing wrong with it.

Liao Wenjie turned a few pages and put down his interest: "Ghost King Da, I came here to learn real kung fu. The tuition fee is ready. Please don't use these rags to fool me."

"Young man, you are so singular, beware that the wind is shining with your tongue. Have you ever seen real martial arts secrets? Why do you say that these are fake?"

Ghost King Da was very angry, without any evidence, why did he say that the secret book was a fake?

Although these are indeed fakes, this is not the key. The key is Liao Wenjie's attitude, without any evidence!

"I have never seen it before, but I have a friend."

Liao Wenjie looked directly at the Ghost King Da: "My friend is the chief police chief police station. He is famous in Hong Kong Island for his kung fu taking the feet of the deadly scissors. According to him, his kung fu was taught by a master, and that person is the Ghost King Da of the 'Devil'!"

"This, your friend..."

The Ghost King Da looked dazed, as if he was recalling his life and turned on the marquee mode. After a moment, he was confused: "Who is it? Why don't I remember it?"

Liao Wenjie: "..."
Chapter completed!