He Peng smiled and said: "It's just a broken fan, two broken words are not worth my shot, and if I hurt you, let people say that I don't know how to respect the old and love the young!" He Peng bit the word love for the young very hard!

He Wushuang suddenly became furious: "What's the matter, playing tricks with the old man, the old man was ...... back then"

"Gotcha!" He Peng stopped him: "Isn't it just fist intent? It's not a lot of things! I'll just write you a picture!"

He Peng thought to himself, there is a system, I can't learn anything, it's a big deal to write one for you after I learn it, isn't it just a waste of life energy, I still have forty-seven level 4 at home!

But the old man thought he was playing a scoundrel, you write me one, you can't even touch the edge of the fist intent if you don't practice boxing for decades, do you treat me as a three-year-old doll and let you fool me? He stood upside down with white eyebrows, and sneered: "Boy, I have given you a chance." As he spoke, he hugged his fists at everyone present: "Everyone, don't say that I bullied the juniors when the time comes!" said and turned around to leave the venue.

Suddenly, a hearty laugh came from outside: "Haha, why is Crane so angry, I listen to that little friend's opinion very well, why don't you let him write it to you?"

A person walked in at the door, this person He Peng knew, it was the fat old man on the hospital bed next to him when Mr. Wang was hospitalized, He Peng also prescribed medicine to him, but I didn't expect to see him here again today. Ma Changqing followed behind the old man and said with a smile: "Oh, I'm sorry, I've kept you waiting for a long time, Mayor Hong of our coastal area and the head of Qianjiang District have a temporary meeting to delay for a while, and everyone is patient and has grievances at me." ”

Cold sweat broke out on Ma Changqing's forehead, and he said in his heart, He Peng, this kid is not small, and he has a greater ability to cause trouble.

Obviously, the identity of the old man surnamed Wang is not simple, and He Wushuang almost stammered and said: "Oh, Brother Wang, it's not that I don't give face, this kid said to write one for me, isn't this obviously slapping me in the face? If I believe that he can write it, won't he become a three-year-old doll!" He Wushuang rolled his eyes and said: "If you intercede for him, I will forget about it." ”

The fat old man waved his hand and smiled: "I'm not pleading for him, it's that he can really write it, if you don't let him try, if he can't, I'll set up a banquet to make amends for you, and I also owe you a personal favor!"

Old Crane trembled with joy when he heard this, it was not easy for this old guy to owe him a favor, and he immediately agreed.

The fat old man smiled and said to He Peng: "Little brother, what do you think? Just write a word on the spot to save face for the old brother, and let us open our eyes before the mayor arrives!"

He Peng smiled and said: "It's easy to say, it's just that I didn't bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone." ”

Ma Changqing immediately answered: "Yes, I will prepare immediately." ”

Yang Huilan was surprised, "Little brother, okay, you even know Commissioner Wang!"

He Peng asked, "Who is he?"

Yang Huilan: "......"

The paper, ink, pen and inkstone came up, and He Peng said, "Director Ma, there is a quiet room, I want to calm down for a while." ”

He Wushuang was so angry that his nose was crooked, this kid pretended to be complete enough, and he was still calm, shouldn't he want to run.

Ma Changqing led He Peng to an empty office, and the old man also followed him to the door, which means, boy, I look at it, I want to run away!

He Peng ignored him, walked straight into the office, and locked the door with a click.

He Peng asked the system: What things do you need to learn to write words with fist meaning.

"Calculating, please wait for ......"

The electric lights and electrical appliances of China Merchants immediately emitted a burst of electric sound, and the old man saw the lights in the corridor flickering outside the door, and he was shocked.

After a minute, the system replied: I need to learn medium boxing skills, as well as the art of calligraphy.

He Peng's previous learning was generally crowned with the word primary, such as the upgraded version of junior carpentry, and the first time he heard the system say the word intermediate.

So he asked, "Is the intermediate level easy to learn?"

"The preliminary estimate is that eleven wisps of Level 4 life energy are needed?"

He Peng was taken aback, although he had absorbed ten sea lotus, but after many consumptions, it had already been consumed, and he couldn't help but sweat, is it going to be embarrassing today?

He Peng spun in circles in the house like a donkey grinding, damn, how can you fool the past?

"Do you want to study?" the system suddenly asked.

"Huh?" He Peng was surprised: "Can I learn?"

"The reserve is equivalent to a total of seventeen wisps of level 4 life energy, which can be studied. ”

"Damn, when did I have so many reserves, why don't I know?"

"Last night, I absorbed the five-hundred-year-old poisonous mushroom and poisonous mist, obtained seven wisps of level 4 life energy, and fused with the girl to achieve a spiritual fit to obtain eight wisps of level 4 life energy, and there were two wisps left before, a total of seventeen wisps. ”

He Peng was suddenly blinded, and it was acceptable to absorb seven wisps of poisonous mist and get eight wisps of spiritual fit? What is a spiritual fit, could it be the refreshing feeling like an electric shock last night? Uh! This is a good thing! He Peng couldn't help but feel stupid.

Bang, the old man slammed the door outside, "Hurry up, the ink is useless! If you can write it, the old man will worship you as a teacher!"

He Peng smiled: "Old man, I'm waiting for your apprenticeship wine!"

After speaking, immediately give a study instruction.

Smack!

The corridor was crisp, the ceiling lights were broken one after another, and all the electric switches in the two-kilometer range jumped together!

Five minutes later, He Peng walked out of the office in good spirits, and the power was restored, but the broken light bulbs and some burned electrical appliances were completely scrapped.

He Pengli ignored He Wushuang and walked straight to the conference room, the old man followed closely behind, really like an apprentice, just a little old.

The ink has been polished, the pen has been wetted, and it is all resting in the most convenient place.

Under the attention of everyone, He Peng strode to the table, with a special rhythm in his progress, and everyone could clearly feel that he suddenly had an extraordinary temperament!

He Peng picked up the pen, smiled and put it down.

The old man saw that he knew some kung fu, but he didn't believe that he could write words with fist intent, and sneered: "What's the matter?

Everyone laughed, and the fat old man surnamed Wang also laughed: "Xiao He, just say anything, no one here can bully you." ”

Everyone couldn't help but be surprised when they heard this, what is the relationship between Commissioner Wang and this kid, how can it look better than his own son, even if he is his own son in front of these old guys, he can only be beaten and not cared for.

He Peng smiled: "Oh, when I was meditating just now, Crane Lao slammed the door outside, and he told me that if I can write words with fist intentions, he will worship me as a teacher, so I have two questions." ”

He Wushuang's face turned red and said, "What's the matter, you have been inking in it for a long time, who knows what you are doing, I can't urge you." ”

He Peng smiled: "I didn't say no, I just want to ask, first, what you just said doesn't count." ”

"Count! Lao Tzu has always spit and spit, and he will never and sit back!" Old Crane deliberately said vulgarly, and looked at Old Man Wang, "Isn't it, Commissioner Wang." ”

Old man Wang smiled and said, "Yes, yes, what you say counts, and my words count!"

Everyone knew He Wushuang's thoughts at this time, and he had calculated that He Peng could not write it, and he wanted to make Commissioner Wang owe him a favor.

"This old crane head is a big bargain!"

"Cheap old rascal, why can't this kind of good thing be my turn!"

People whispered, and He Peng said: "Second, who else here knows how to write boxing? What if he doesn't admit it when I write it out in a while!"

"You're farting, what would my old crane do?" said Crane Wushuang excitedly.

He Peng smiled and said: "I'm not afraid of you, I don't care if you are an apprentice or not, but since you and Wang Lao have an agreement, I have to be cautious." ”

Someone in the crowd immediately responded: "Why don't you let me be a witness, I am a descendant of Huo-style Taijiquan, and I can be regarded as knowing some boxing techniques!"

He Peng learned intermediate boxing skills, naturally knew Huo-style Taijiquan, knew that this boxing method was about the intention of the first, and the understanding of boxing was unique, so he immediately no longer doubted, and his left palm covered the right fist, and made a standard Taijiquan salute to him.

The man also politely replied, and everyone was convinced that He Peng knew some kung fu.

Someone began to gloat.

For example, Yang Huilan laughed and said: "Hey, if Lao He worships my little brother as a master, then you can't call me my aunt and grandmother in the future, hehe......"

He Wushuang said angrily: "The witnesses also have what are you talking about, hurry up." ”

He Peng lifted the pen, hesitated for a moment and put it down.

He Wushuang was about to go crazy, He Pengyun said lightly: "Old He, what kind of boxing do you want to learn? I think you should practice Shanxi small frame shape Yi boxing, but the fist words on the fan surface contain the fist intention of Hebei big frame shape Yi boxing." ”

"Uh!" Crane Wushuang was stunned, he never expected that this young man really understood the fist intent, my old crane's boxing technique is famous in Binhai City, he knows that it is not strange, but just a brief glance just now saw the fist intent in the fist word, it is not simple! He faintly felt that something was wrong.

The inspiration moved: "I learned the small frame boxing intent, Master Deming is the Hebei large frame boxing intent, I have studied both of these kinds, if you can write, write the boxing intent of individual shapes and shapes." ”

Everyone couldn't help but secretly scold Lao He for being shameless! It is rare to be proficient in one kind of fist intent, do you dare to say that you can do two? You can still read two kinds of words, and you still need to read that character as if it were a treasure? and secretly worried about He Peng, this kid is a bit bragging, what kind of fist intent can you not succeed? Now it's up to you what you do. ”

He Peng said with a smile: "Xingyi Boxing was originally a boxing method of fighting in battle formations, and now it has been improved a lot, but it is not as pure as the ancient Xingyi Boxing, so I might as well write a boxing intention of the ancient Yiquan." ”

After speaking, he didn't wait for Crane Wushuang to speak, picked up the pen, jumped to the conference table, and played Xingyi boxing along the conference table more than ten meters long.

Most of these people here don't know martial arts, and they rarely even participate in physical exercise, and their faces are pale when they are shocked by this set of murderous fist intent, and some are really timid and even hide under the table.

Brush!

He Peng had returned to the same place when he was still, and the unparalleled fist shadow was still flickering in people's eyes.

"Okay! Good boxing skills!" Yang Huilan took the lead in shouting, and immediately applauded.

Someone applauded and asked the people on the side: "What does it mean for him to play a set of punches without writing, but he looks good at fighting." ”

The man next to him said with disdain: "You are blind, don't you see that the paper has already been written?"

The man looked at it, and two words had been written on the two-foot-long rice paper, and the pen was murderous, and every stroke of the stroke had a strong impact on people's nerves!

"Good words! What do you pronounce these two words?"