Under the cover of night, two figures walked past under the reflection of street lights. As they walked, they frequently turned their heads and spoke to each other, as if they were having a heated debate.
"Old Xu, you can't beat him!"
Xu Ruifeng looked serious. He couldn't understand why the old eagle didn't have a good impression of Shang Kun: "Who played with him?"
"You haven't played yet?"
The old harrier suddenly stopped and pulled Xu Ruifeng into the alley: "As soon as I entered, he completely controlled us. He opened his mouth and directly revealed our identities, even Wen Wan was spared."
"Let me ask you, how confident were you that you would kill with one hit?"
Xu Ruifeng looked at his lower abdomen and still said confidently: "One hundred percent."
"But do you dare to move?"
The old harrier reached out from his sleeve and took out the wanted order for Fengtian given by Shang Kun when he said goodbye for the last time. The gentle portrait on it was extremely clear: "Did you see it? Do you understand what this means? Do you think this is really a gift? This
It's a threat. Shang is telling us that they are not afraid of you taking action."
"Also, from the moment we met, we always thought we were taking advantage of them, but in the end, even Zhuyeqing, who we have been dating for so many years, is one of theirs. What is this?"
"I have risked my life and wallowed in the world for so many years, but this is the first time I have been so useless."
Woo.
A Japanese military vehicle passed by at lightning speed on the street. At that moment, Xu Ruifeng and Lao Yaoying closed their mouths at the same time. Until the street became quiet again, Lao Xu reached out and pointed to the street: "Look."
"What did you want me to see?"
The old harrier went to see it. All the plaster flags were hung on the street. The white flags all over the street were like mourning cloths. He looked dejected and asked, "Why do you want me to see this thing?"
Xu Ruifeng asked: "If we don't contact them, who else do you think we can contact?"
"Are you going to continue to live in the world?"
"People in the Jianghu have reached the end of their rope. They have planted soul-drawing flags at our doorsteps. How can there be any Jianghu, old Yao?"
Xu Ruifeng stood next to the old kite: "Didn't you say that my inability to sleep was due to a heart disease? This is the root of the heart disease!"
"The reason why I can't sleep is because I have no roots in my heart!"
"Do you understand or not?"
"When I lost my hatred and money couldn't influence me, I didn't know who to fight for."
He seemed to have finally regained his life, and his whole person was in a state of excitement. At this juncture, Xu Ruifeng would not listen to anyone's advice.
The old hawk said angrily: "You can't be with people like Shang Kun. I'm telling you, I feel like the hairs on my body stand on end when I'm in the same room with him. This is not the problem of Lanyi Club, let alone Nanjing."
What I'm talking about is people. He's not right. If he is really as magnanimous as he says, and he values your abilities so much, why doesn't he let you join the Blue Clothes Club?
Are the hats that can cover up the sky such as "country" and "saving lives" put on your head?"
"I can't control that much anymore."
Xu Ruifeng said word for word: "In this cruel world, only if you get the first chance can you get a second chance."
"And Jiang Hu..." After experiencing Shang Kun, a politician who was obviously a whole level higher than Jiang Hu, Xu Ruifeng smiled at the old kite: "It's too young."
After he said these words, he walked out alone on the street at night, his lonely figure fearless in the north wind that was about to enter winter.
"Where are you going?"
"Go home and sleep with your wife."
well!
After sighing, the old eagle took steps to catch up, trotting all the way to catch up. After catching up, he babbled. Even though he knew in his heart that no one could shake Xu Ruifeng's decision, he still spent all his time talking and talking.
…
early morning.
The crow of the cock woke Lao Xu in bed. When he opened his eyes, the extinguished stove and the newly rising sunlight did not bring any warmth.
Winter is really coming, and it is eagerly driving away late autumn with its chill.
get up.
Xu Ruifeng lowered his head and took off the gauze from his waist. The wound on his lower abdomen that was rapidly healing was no longer serious. In recent days, his body, which had not moved much due to the gunshot wound, felt as if it was rusty. At that moment, the old man
Xu got dressed and wanted to do some activities in the courtyard. Of course, he didn't forget to light the stove before going out so that Wen Wan could sleep a little longer.
Lao Xu was a Bagua practitioner. The one who taught him this boxing was not the master of Tianwang Mountain, but Gu Xiong who came to seek refuge after he couldn't survive in the pass. According to the cannon head on the mountain at that time, his subordinates were really good at it.
Kung fu is inherited.
As for what gossip is, Lao Xu also asked, but Gu Xiong's answer was simple: "Do you know about Western 'boxing'? It's the kind where you can go into the ring and there are rules and regulations."
Xu Ruifeng didn't know what boxing was, so he nodded vaguely.
Gu Xiong explained casually: "If you look at the rules of boxing and put them all together, it's just gossip."
Where did the gossip come from and who started it? Gu Xiong didn't mention a single word and directly gave the meaning. He didn't even let Xu Ruifeng kneel down to become his disciple. He knew that this high-ranking person who had served as the Golden Sword Protector in the Boxer Rebellion
People don't look down on Tianwang Mountain at all. They come here just to find a place to stay. Telling you Xu Ruifeng's skills is just an exchange.
However, Lao Xu also understood one thing, that is, the reason why Bagua exists is to increase the human body's ultimate lethality. This set of boxing, no, the boxing method is a bit inaccurate. The more Xu Ruifeng practiced, the more he felt that he could use the number of ways to describe it.
It's appropriate, because there are no certain rules for this thing. If I have to use two words to describe it, it would be - black hands.
call!
call!
call!
Wearing an undershirt, Xu Ruifeng started to sweat on his forehead after practicing a set of boxing. This was not what he cared about the most. The key point was that the lower abdomen, which he thought was fine, would always produce a little pain when you wanted to exert force.
This little bit of pain can make you unable to exert your strength.
What a waste of time.
In the peripheral vision, figures in the room flashed, and Xu Ruifeng seemed to see Wen Wan. He turned around and saw that the woman was probably picking up the clothes he had worn. Lao Xu didn't pay attention and punched her again.
People say that a hundred years of training makes a fist, and kung fu needs to be practiced for many years, otherwise once you make a move, you will have no time to react. Who can have a thought in their mind when the opponent punches, and then
Did you decide whether to hide or fight back?
There is no such thing at all, it all depends on the muscle memory accumulated in daily life. Sometimes, after a flash of inspiration, I understand how to use it.
After several punches, Lao Xu felt comfortable and stood in the yard, panting and loose. This showed that he had used all his strength in every blow just now.
"Lao Xu, do you want to wash the clothes you are wearing?"
Although Lao Xu ignored the objection, he still took off the clothes that were stuck to his body with sweat and handed them over. Then he added: "My family, try to have a son so that we can pass on this skill."
Wen Wan rolled her eyes: "That's bullshit. You're just a banker. Even if I give birth to a son in the future, I have to let him read and write."
"What are you studying for?" Xu Ruifeng got angry when he heard these two words: "I'm afraid you don't know yet, right? Now in Japan, children in various schools are starting to learn Japanese. You plan to make my son babble as soon as he goes to school.
shit?"
"Then this battle must be fought..."
"What are you talking about?"
Xu Ruifeng bent over and was wiping the sweat off his body with a hot towel. He almost finished wiping off the sweat. When he reached out and picked up some water to wipe it on his face, he said this softly. Xu Ruifeng, whose ears were filled with the sound of water, really didn't say a word.
Listen clearly, are you asking without opening your mouth?
Wen Wan took the opportunity to respond: "Let me tell you, you are making a generalization. What I want my children to learn is the traditional culture of our country. It has nothing to do with little devils."