Early the next morning, Fang Ming opened his eyes.

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A white light flashed, and Fang Ming felt that there was something different on his body.

Fang Ming didn't think much about it, and quickly got up and got ready to go to work.

Yesterday, he didn't see Zhong Ting in the company all day, and today he is going to inquire who she is working as a secretary.

……

Bus stops.

Fang Ming was waiting for the bus.

An old man in a gray and black robe walked towards him, his clothes were dirty and ugly, and his style looked retro.

Fang Ming was thinking about something else in his heart, and he didn't notice him.

The old man walked straight up to Fang Ming, and suddenly stretched out his hand like a dead wood, and it hit Fang Ming's chest.

Fang Ming now had advanced fighting skills, and when he saw the old man suddenly make a move, he subconsciously dodged for a moment, and then flashed back, looking at the old man in surprise.

"Boy, you are a good foreigner, which door do you study?"

The old man saw that Fang Ming had actually dodged his plot, and asked curiously.

Fang Ming didn't know where the old man came from, but when he said this.

Outside kung fu?

Could it be those two strange Taoist accomplices that night?

Fang Ming carefully looked at the old man in front of him, his gray face, small eyes and garlic nose, a noisy short beard, and a thin figure.

It's even a little obscene.

Could it be that he is also a Muyunguan Taoist?

If he saw him on the street, Fang Ming thought he was a stinky begging for food.

"I don't have a Master. Fang Ming replied.

"What? No Master, where did you learn this foreign kung fu?"

Lao Dao obviously didn't believe it.

"Since there is no master, then the Taoist master will avenge the people in my Dao Sect today and kill you, a little thief who has no master. ”

As he spoke, Lao Dao was ready to fight with Fang Ming.

At the moment, the two of them are still waiting for the bus next to the roadside bus stop, and there is a lot of traffic around, if they really do it, the impact is not very good, in case they are secretly photographed or called to the police.

"No, there are a lot of people, if you want to fight me, go to the park over there, there's no one there. ”

The old man glanced at Fang Ming suspiciously.

"What tricks are you going to play. ”

But after thinking about it, he went to Liulin Park not far away with Fang Ming.

Willow Forest Park, as the name suggests, is a park full of willow trees. It is run through a river, and the willow trees are clinging to it, and there are basically few people except for people who exercise in the morning and evening.

It's really good for competition.

Lao Dao and Fang Ming entered a small forest.

A fierce fight rang out.

A minute later.

Fang Ming's egg was painful to find that Lao Dao seemed to have practiced the iron cloth shirt, punching and kicking him, without feeling it at all, just like the two strange Taoist priests before.

But fortunately, he signed in and learned advanced martial arts, this veteran skill is really good, if he had put it aside, he might not have been able to beat him.

"Boy, where did you learn your martial arts?"

Old Dao also felt that Fang Ming's martial arts were good at the moment. It's just that the tricks are weird and weird, and I have never seen them in my life.

"I'm going to be late for work, so I'll be playing another day. ”

Fang Ming didn't answer him. This old man had been entangled with Fang Ming, he was a little anxious, and hurried to work.

"No, you're going to slip away, I can't let you go. ”

Lao Dao hurriedly caught up with him, and was ready to continue fighting.

"You can't beat it again!"

"Who said I couldn't beat you?" Old Dao's eyes were round, very unconvinced.

"If I lose in your foreign kung fu, I will kowtow to you and worship you as a teacher!"

"But if you lose, hehe, you can teach me this foreign kung fu, otherwise I will abolish your kung fu!"

"Good. ”

Fang Ming heard that Lao Dao was going to make a bet with him, so he gestured and prepared to compete.

He actually kept a hand.

Although Lao Dao has practiced internal skills, Fang Ming can't help him, but Fang Ming can slap his face.

Just like the trick against the pair of brothers last time, find the weakest point of the defense and play.

If you want to get out, you have to convince him.

Fang Ming didn't say much, and directly slapped Lao Dao in the face.

Half a minute later.

"Hey, don't hit me in the face!"

Fang Ming ignored him as well, and then hammered his fists and kicks towards his face.

Lao Dao was obviously a person who wanted to save face, and after being hit a few more times, he hurriedly dodged.

"I admit defeat, I can't lose it. If it goes on like this, his face will become a pig's head, and Lao Dao finally admits defeat.

Only then did Fang Ming stop.

"You will be my apprentice from now on. The corners of Fang Ming's mouth hooked into a smile.

It still feels a little strange for a gray-haired old man to be his apprentice.

But he just said that how could this old Taoist really recognize himself as a master.

However, Lao Dao's expression hesitated for a moment, and he quickly knelt on the ground.

"Knock, knock, knock. ”

Three ringheads.

"The master is above, and the apprentice worships him!"

After the old man finished praying, he stood up again.

I'm just going, come really?

Fang Ming was a little surprised that he would accept such an apprentice.

This old way is a bit interesting, the character is upright, what you say is what, but it is also worth associating.

"Are you a Taoist priest of Muyun Temple?"

"Yes. ”

Lao Dao lost, and his expression was a little depressed.

"Those two people were your junior brothers before?"

The old man glanced at Fang Ming.

"Nonsense, that's my apprentice!"

"Oh, that's my grandson. ”

"Apprentice, you can go, I still have to rush to work. ”

After thinking about it, Fang Ming said again: "I'll visit you on the mountain another day!"

He had never heard of these internal kung fu and external kung fu in his previous life, and he couldn't imagine that these things that were only in novels would really appear in reality. He's going to have to figure it out.

Fang Ming thought as he hurried back to the company.

Because of the competition with Lao Dao, he was already more than half an hour late.

Fang Ming entered the office of the sales office in a hurry.

"Mr. Wang, I'm sorry I'm late. ”

There was no response, Fang Ming raised his eyes and found that Lao Wang was sitting in his seat with a lonely expression, holding a yellow crane tower in his hand, and the ash had already burned two centimeters, and it had not shaken off.

"Mr. Wang?"

Seeing Lao Wang's lost look, Fang Ming knew that his daughter-in-law had finally found out about him wearing a hat for him.

"Slut, I work hard every day for this family, and she actually treats me like this?" Lao Wang looked at the table with his eyes intent, and said blankly.

Fang Ming was actually very sympathetic to Lao Wang.

"Mr. Wang, don't be too sad, this bye bye, the next one will be more obedient. ”

As soon as Fang Ming finished speaking, Zhu Shuhang suddenly walked in.

"Mr. Wang, Fang Ming was late for the second day of work, you just had a meeting yesterday to emphasize not to come late and leave early, this is a crime against the wind, you must be severely punished!"

Zhu Shuhang was originally the kind of narrow-minded person, but yesterday when he saw Fang Ming selling his suite just after he came, he was naturally red-eyed, envious and jealous.

Today, I caught Fang Ming half an hour late, so I grabbed it tightly and hurriedly came in to make up for it.

But it's a pity that he didn't see Lao Wang's sad look on his face at the moment, and he was not in the mood to listen to him say this.

Lao Wang just wanted to complain to Fang Ming.

Now come to him to sue Fang Ming?

Isn't that nothing to do!

"Zhu Shuhang, you fuck me off!"

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