"Young man, do you know how to do this iron bridge?" As soon as Yan Murong finished speaking, a question came from behind.
Yan Murong turned around and saw an old man in his sixties or seventies standing behind him, looking at him with a smile on his face.
Although the old man's hair was gray, his body looked extremely strong, his waist and back were straight, and he was wearing an old military uniform without any decoration. His eyes revealed a unique perseverance of a soldier.
"The old man is joking." Yan Murong quickly stood up and said with a smile. "I just talked and had fun."
"You young man, dishonest." The old man laughed. "I have been a soldier for so many years. You can still see as a little baby---I noticed you just when you came in just now. It is not difficult to see how you walk. Your lower plate is very stable. How about it? Are you interested in playing or discussing?"
Discussion?
Yan Murong Khan.
This old man has been a soldier. He looks like a retired old cadre, but he is so old that he still has to discuss with him. If he stretches his waist and hurts his legs, who is this?
"Old man, don't joke." Yan Murong said with a wry smile. "You are so old, I dare not."
"Do you look down on me?" said the old man unhappily. "When I led the troops to fight, you didn't know where to play with the mud bar."
"I don't mean that." Yan Murong shook his head quickly. Yan Murong has always respected the old man very much, not to mention that he is an old man who has been a soldier for his whole life.
"Then let's take a gesture." The old man laughed again. "There are very few young people who practice martial arts nowadays----As for those taught in martial arts schools, hum, just flirting and embroidering skills. In this way, if you gesture with me, I will reward you if I can satisfy me."
Yan Murong smiled bitterly. This old man treated himself as his soldier. Do he still rewarded himself?
Yan Murong felt that he seemed to have had an old man recently. He could meet an old man in the morning to compete with him, so what's going on?
"What, are you very embarrassed?" The old man said angrily when he saw Yan Murong not speaking.
"Old man, you are good at it." Yan Murong said with a wry smile. "You can avoid the competition. Don't you want to see Tiebanqiao? I'll just show it to you. Why bother to discuss? I'm young and have no effort to do anything. It's not good to hurt you."
"Hmm?" The old man was stunned, and then laughed. "Okay, the little guy is a little interesting. Since that's the case, then you can do it."
Yan Murong nodded, turned around and looked at Zhao Chen and said, "Come on, hit me."
"What? Hit you?" Zhao Chen was stunned and asked uncertainly.
"Yes, hit me, hit me according to my face." Yan Murong nodded and said.
"That's so bad." Zhao Chen looked embarrassed. "Is this considered deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors?"
Yan Murong's black thread in his head.
"You're thinking too much, just call me, and take you to breakfast after you finish calling."
When Zhao Chen heard about eating, he felt happy on his face. After running for a while, he stole his horse again. She felt that her body was about to fall apart and her stomach was protesting. Since she could go to have breakfast after the fight, then let's fight.
So, for breakfast, Zhao Chen tried his best and punched Yan Murong in the nose with a gritted teeth.
Although Zhao Chen is a woman and his fists are very delicate, it will probably hurt for half a day when he hits his nose.
Yan Murong cursed in his heart, how much hatred does this woman have with him? Yan Murong even wondered if this woman was deliberately taking revenge on her?
No matter how much he thinks about it, Yan Murong will not let his nose suffer.
The moment Zhao Chen's fist was about to touch the tip of his nose, Yan Murong suddenly fell straight back, but his legs were as if they were nailed to the ground by iron nails, and he didn't move a single step.
The legs started playing back from the knee joint, and the calf and body bent directly to ninety degrees. The whole body came straight across, but the legs were still standing firmly on the ground.
Then, Yan Murong supported the ground with one hand, turned over and stood up.
Zhao Chen was stunned. He had a big mouth with a big watery eyes wide open. He looked at Yan Murong with incredible eyes.
"Okay, beautiful." After a brief surprise, the old man laughed and applauded. At this time, the old men and women who were exercising around had obviously noticed Yan Murong's side. After seeing Yan Murong perform such an action that he could only see on TV, they all surrounded him and slapped him.
"Little guy, it's really amazing." The old man looked at Yan Murong with a smile on his face and said.
He has been a soldier all his life and has no shortage of masters in the army, but there are very few people who can use this trick to this extent, and it can even be said to be almost none.
You know, this is different from the dancer's bowing.
When lowering your waist, what you need is that the ligaments on the waist and legs are soft enough, and the body is arched. Yan Murong’s iron-plate bridge skill is completely supported by the strength of the waist and back and the strength of the legs.
The old man is a master of knowledge of goods, so he can naturally see the difficulty of Yan Murong's move. If he does not work hard, he will not be able to do it at all.
"Old man, I'm too much." Yan Murong showed a hint of embarrassment on her face, but her heart was filled with beauty.
I have to say that Yan Murong is also a very introverted person. He likes to make such embarrassed expressions when he is praised so that he can get more praise.
"Master, Master, teach me, teach me quickly." Zhao Chen then realized, grabbed Yan Murong's arm, and shouted with excitement.
"Do you want to learn?" Yan Murong said with a smile.
"I want to learn." Zhao Chen nodded extremely seriously.
"Okay, go stance."
So, Zhao Chen seemed to have forgotten what Yan Murong said just now to take her to breakfast. Under the temptation of this iron-plate bridge, he honestly began to stance.
"Little guy, not bad." When the onlookers dispersed, the old man looked at Yan Murong and smiled. "It's just that the sharpness is too strong, so it's not good."
As he said that, the old man took out a bronze-colored thing from his pocket, similar to a small badge and threw it into Yan Murong's hand, and said, "I said, I will reward you. Just take this thing---------- Maybe, it may save your life."
After saying that, the old man patted his shoulder again and said with a smile. "Lao Yan has given birth to a good grandson."
In Yan Murong's surprised eyes, the old man walked out of the small park.
"So he knows me." Yan Murong hung a thoughtful smile on the corner of his mouth, looked at the bronze badge with no words on his hand, but a dragon was painted, and then carefully put it away.
PS: After 12 o'clock in the evening, it will be the new week's promotion time. I will update one chapter at 12 o'clock, and the remaining two chapters will be updated tomorrow morning. Book flowers to the list in advance. Next week, it will be a strong promotion, and my new book period will be over. The last week's promotion time is now. Dear students, please help me.