The seller of the heavens

After Fat Zai Cong demonstrated the Qinggong movements, he seemed a little tired. After he stopped, he kept panting, and said helplessly:

"Since I got sick and got fat, my qinggong has regressed a lot, and I'm tired after just a while."

Jiang Chen comforted:

"Your qinggong is also very powerful now."

Fat Zaicong waved his hand, he is very self-aware, he can't understand his own situation very well:

"Don't comfort me. Well, let's not talk about this. Did you see clearly what I did just now? Is there anything you don't understand?"

After thinking about it for a while, Jiang Chen began to ask questions.

His comprehension is mediocre, he is not a genius in martial arts, it is impossible to learn it after just reading it, naturally there are many things he does not understand.

Fat Zaicong patiently explained to Jiang Chen one by one.

However, he was in a daze. Whether he had any teaching experience or not, he was completely thinking about what to say, and what he said was not very easy to understand. He was not a qualified teacher.

Jiang Chen stumbled to learn, and it was not very smooth.

However, it is better to have someone to teach than no one to teach. Jiang Chen looked focused and asked for advice seriously.

Soon, three hours passed, and the night was getting darker. Jiang Chen saw that Fatty Cong was very tired, so he proposed to end the night's study.

Make an appointment with Fatty Cong, and meet again at the park at 8:00 tomorrow morning.

The next day, Jiang Chen has been learning lightness kung fu from Fat Zaicong.

During the period, several senior brothers came to sell the secret books.

Jiang Chen took them to demonstrate the exercises again, and then used his mobile phone to record them for future study.

night.

After Jiang Chen had dinner, he bid farewell to the tired Fat Zai Cong, and went to the bar, preparing to watch A Xing's performance.

After walking into the bar, there was no sign of Ah Xing.

Jiang Chen found a corner and sat down, ordered a bottle of wine, and drank slowly.

On the stage, a banner has been pulled up, with several eye-catching characters written on it: Shaolin Karaoke Kung Fu Performance.

The audience in the audience looked at the banner and became interested, discussing in low voices, waiting for today's performance.

Soon, it was seven o'clock.

Ah Xing and the senior brother put on their makeup and went on stage. Both of them wore yellow monk robes and latex bald headgear on their heads. They looked like Shaolin monks. It's just that they are holding guitars in their arms, and they don't look like serious monks at first glance.

This weird appearance also attracted the attention of many customers in the bar.

In the eyes of everyone, Ah Xing and the elder brother looked at each other, nodded, and began to sing into the microphone:

"Shaolin Kungfu is good~ It's really good!"

"Shaolin Kung Fu is great~ Really good!"

"I am Vajra Legs (King Kong Legs), and he is Iron Head Kung Fu, oh ho!

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Singing and singing, Ah Xing, who has no performance experience, couldn't help laughing. If the elder brother saw the boss who was holding a wine bottle and was about to throw it over, he reminded Ah Xing that the two of them might still be on stage Keep laughing.

The two's weird styles, out-of-key singing, and funny outfits made the whole bar strangely quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on the two brothers and sisters.

Although Jiang Chen has seen this performance in a movie, but at the moment, watching the performance of Ah Xing and the senior brother, listening to their singing, he still has the urge to complain: this performance is too magical, too ghostly up.

The owner of the bar standing in the corner, his expression became more and more ugly at this time, and he scolded his mother in his heart: I am really bewitched, so I believe the nonsense that Shaolin Kungfu plus singing and dancing will be wonderful.

If the singing and dancing girl in the shop hadn't asked for leave suddenly, he would never have let these two things perform on stage.

Suddenly, whoosh.

An empty wine bottle slammed into Ah Xing's head in a graceful arc, and exploded with a bang.

Glass shards splashed in all directions.

Ah Xing was caught off guard and fell to the ground, with traces of blood oozing from under the hood.

The performance of the two came to an abrupt end.

While the audience was stunned, a group of gangsters pushed away the tables and chairs, holding sticks and benches, and walked onto the stage cursingly:

"Damn it, what are the two of you singing that dare to come out and perform it?"

"Who wrote the song, it's so disgusting? It makes me want to throw up."

"Is it possible to sing and perform at this level now?"

Ah Xing wiped the glass shards on his head, as if he didn't feel any pain, he stood up and explained with a smile on his face:

"Guys, this singing is just a prelude. The real climax is the performance of Shaolin King Kong legs and iron head kung fu."

"Iron head skills, right?"

Hearing this, a gangster slammed a stick on Ah Xing's head, making a muffled bang.

The gangster laughed:

"I don't know if your head is strong or not, but it's really loud when knocked."

Ah Xing was staggered back two steps, his fists were clenched violently, ready to fight back, but he let go after a moment of hesitation.

Before his master passed away, he had warned his brothers not to use martial arts to hurt others, and he dared not disobey his master's orders. And this is where the senior brother works, if he hurts someone, it may cause the senior senior brother to be fired.

For the sake of senior brother, Ah Xing decided to endure it.

On the other side, a yellow-haired gangster slammed a bench on the elder brother's leg, shouting:

"You have diamond legs, right?"

With a bitter face, the elder brother pointed at A Xing, and explained aggrievedly:

"I'm not a diamond leg, he is."

The big man in black in the lead didn't listen to his explanation, and sneered and mocked:

"You dare to call yourself a vajra leg. Remember me, I have vajra legs."

As he said that, he kicked the elder brother down and put his legs upside down.

There was a commotion on the stage, and the bar owner just stood aside, watching the two of Ah Xing being beaten with cold eyes, and had no intention of stepping forward to stop them.

He often smashed his head with an empty wine bottle on weekdays, and he has long been used to it. In his opinion, both senior brother and A Xing are martial arts practitioners. They are strong and strong, and it's okay to be hit a few times.

Ah Xing didn't want to argue with some gangsters, but just wanted to end the performance as soon as possible, so he raised his hand and said loudly:

"The good time is always so short, the show is over, thank you all..."

Seeing that A Xing still had a hippie smile on his face, the gangster holding the stick felt that A Xing didn't take him seriously, so he couldn't help but raised the stick to hit A Xing on the head.

At this moment, with a sudden blow, a strong wind rose.

The stick in the gangster's hand was kicked out by someone.

Jiang Chen didn't know when he appeared beside Ah Xing, he looked at the gangsters, and said in a deep voice:

"Even if they don't sing well, just scold them, there's no need to beat them."

Seeing that Jiang Chen dared to kick the stick in his hand away, the gangster suddenly felt that his dignity had been challenged, and flew into a rage, he punched Jiang Chen in the face, cursing:

"Who the hell are you, dare to kick my stick, I..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a pain in his stomach. The next moment, his whole body felt as if he had been hit by a car. He flew backwards like a cloud and fog, and fell hard to the ground.

Jiang Chen withdrew his feet, feeling very satisfied with the power of the powerful vajra legs, he could kick people away with just one kick.

This is the result of him deliberately saving some strength just now, otherwise, this bastard's internal organs and ribs would probably be kicked to pieces by him.

Seeing his subordinates being beaten, the leading man in black couldn't help but his face darkened, he waved his hand, and shouted:

"Everyone go together."

After hearing the words, the remaining gangsters immediately surrounded Jiang Chen, holding sticks, benches, and beer bottles in their hands, and beat him immediately.

Facing the rushing gangsters, Jiang Chen's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, making a rumbling sound, the blood in his body seemed to be boiling, and his whole body entered a state of inexplicable excitement.