Yan Murong was woken up by a call from Teng Zhan. He hung up the phone and looked at the time on his phone. He had just started in the morning and it was already bright.
Let's sleep for a while. Yan Murong yawned and thought to himself. He spent more than an hour at the airport police office last night. He signed the signature and paid a fine of 500 yuan. Then he took the old man back to him. The newly bought West Lake Garden Villa-----Hey, old man.
Yan Murong jumped up from the bed and quickly ran into the bathroom to wash up. She felt extremely ashamed - the man who cured her strange disease, saved her life, and taught herself peerless medical skills. Although wretched, .But the respectable old man-----I actually forgot about him.
Yan Murong felt that he had been corrupted by this profit-driven and beauty-oriented society. He was no longer the pure and good young man he had been before, free from vulgar tastes. He raised his hand. Yan Murong wanted to slap himself for forgetting the old man. A mouth. Lift it up. Just put it down. Lift it up again. Put it down again.
"Hey, he has such a handsome face. It's a pity to break it." Yan Murong sighed. He still couldn't do it. He might as well save his energy to hit others.
After tidying up, Yan Murong came to the old man's room. The door was wide open. The bedding was piled on the bed in a mess, but the old man was nowhere to be seen.
I searched the house but couldn't find the old man. Yan Murong wondered: Could it be that the old man went to a park on the street to practice Tai Chi to seduce the old lady?
This thought had not completely spread in his mind. He saw the yard outside the window. The old man was still wearing the same robe and was doing Tai Chi in a decent manner.
The old man's Tai Chi is different from those aunts and uncles in the park who focus on fitness. They focus on fitness and they play slowly. But the old man's Tai Chi is dazzling. It looks even better than Baji. Fierce, yet soft at the same time - his Tai Chi is used to kill people at critical moments.
"Old man, does Su Hang know this? It's not your mountain valley." Yan Murong said angrily. "It's great to fight in the yard from now on. But don't run around. If you get lost, you won't be able to find it back." You know-----holy shit."
Before Yan Murong finished speaking, the old man five meters away from him arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye. An arm wrapped around Yan Murong's arm like a spiritual snake.
This old man doesn't make people feel at ease so early in the morning.
Yan Murong cursed in his heart. His movements were not slow. He used to beat the old man like this. It had been a long time since he had beaten him, and he still missed it.
Yan Murong's arms shook, and the old man's arms wrapped around him. His figure flickered, and his five fingers formed claws. A small grasping hand clasped towards the old man's shoulder.
How embarrassing it would be for the master to be so easily restrained by his apprentice. So, the old man slid to the side, causing Yan Murong's grasp to fail. Before Yan Murong could take back his hand, the most ferocious supporter in the Baji Circle came to the rescue. Posted it up.
Yan Murong did not panic. He spread his arms, jumped back, and kicked the old man with one foot. The old man also reacted very quickly. The figure that hit him almost stopped with a pause that violated the rules of the house. Then Five fingers formed into a cone, attacking the soles of Yan Murong's feet.
Yan Murong was in the air. The old man's speed was too fast. He had no time to make changes. There was a pain in the soles of his feet. He also flew out. He quickly fell down by a thousand pounds. The soles of his feet were numb from the shock and fell to the ground. After a pause, his palms turned into a pair of sharp claws and he attacked the old man. The attack was fierce and the claws were filled with wind.
The old man dodged left and right. After blocking Yan Murong's fierce claws with a side kick, his arms were like two spiritual snakes, and they quickly wrapped around Yan Murong's claws.
The old man changed his moves too quickly. Yan Murong was entangled by the old man and had no time to escape. He received a solid kick in the chest. He flew backwards and fell to the ground with a muffled sound that made people feel pain. .
Damn old man. Attack ----- Oh no, it was so heavy. Yan Murong felt tightness in his chest. He lay on the ground and didn't want to get up. Then, his vision went dark.
Don't get me wrong. Although his chest hurt from the old man's kick and his internal organs were surging with blood, he still wouldn't faint. It's just that when he opened his eyes, he saw that his crotch was above him.
Depend on whom.
Yan Murong suddenly felt unhappy. Looking up again, he saw Teng Zhan standing there with a strange look on his face, looking down at him.
Holy shit. It’s so embarrassing.
Yan Murong wailed in her heart and quickly got up from the ground. She lay on the ground and looked at her father-in-law's crotch. It was really inappropriate.
"Uncle, you came so early and saw it all." Yan Murong smiled awkwardly.
"I saw it." Teng Zhan looked at the old man who was standing with his hands behind his hands and looking at him. Then he looked at Yan Murong, who had a footprint printed on the chest of his sportswear. His face became even weirder.
This person who seems to be about the same age as himself is Yan Murong's master. But why did the master and apprentice fight so fiercely early in the morning? Look at that kick. It seems that the two of them have a hatred for killing their father and taking away their wives. of.
Indeed, the old man was so careless in his attacks. He beat Yan Murong half to death every time and refused to let him die. This was what made Yan Murong the most depressed.
Just now, when the old man suddenly performed a Tai Chi slide and wrapped around his arm, Yan Murong used the unloading force of the Baji Fist. His shoulders shook violently and shook the old man's arm away. But the old man was not weak either. A mountain support was installed.
Then, Yan Murong used the crane shape in Wu Qin Xi to leap into the air. While his body retreated, he also launched an attack with one foot.
He used the Crane Form. The old man also used the Crane Form. His five fingers formed into a cone and hit the soles of Yan Murong's feet. Then, Yan Murong fell to the ground with a heavy weight. The fierce and fierce Tiger Form followed the trend.
The crane is light and agile, the tiger is fierce. But the old man's last move, the white ape hanging on the tree, caused Yan Murong to suffer a big loss. He flew backwards and fell to the ground. He also got a free look at his father-in-law's crotch.
In less than half a minute, the old man and the young man exchanged more than a dozen moves. The fist moves also changed with the attack. It was simply dazzling. It was just like watching the two masters in the movie Huashan on a Full Moon Night. It's the same as the duel at the top ----- but having said that, these two are indeed masters. At least Teng Zhan thinks so. He also has the habit of getting up in the morning to do Tai Chi. But compared with the attack between the two just now, he feels .My own Tai Chi is simply the way to cut a watermelon-----a big watermelon. Cut it in half with one knife. Half for you and half for me-----
Yan Murong patted the footprints on his chest and gave the old man a sharp look. Then he introduced the two of them to each other.
So Teng Zhan was in a dilemma. Looking at the old man in front of him who was about the same age as himself and even younger than him, he didn't know what to call him for a moment.