When I got home, there were quite a few people standing in the small courtyard.

A student named Peng Shuai, whom Master once coached, won the second place in the Sanda Competition in Suzhou Province, and he came here today to thank him.

There are many people who come to thank the master every year, but the apprentices admitted by the master are only Wang Weixin, Lu Bingtao and I, Shen Luomu. The rest, in Master's words, are "students." The original words are like this: The three of you are the ones who pass on my cymbals, and the others are just the students I bring!

We were all very proud when Master said this. But behind the pride, we pay for the amount of training that is comparable to that of a professional player. "It's okay for a man to be proud, but he must have the capital to be proud and slow. "That's how Master taught us.

After a few words with the people in the courtyard, I went straight back to my room. It's much warmer inside than outside. Taking off my coat, I lay lazily on the bed, casually turned on my 90s CD player, turned up the volume, and tried to beat out the hustle and bustle outside. I don't know if it's this season that makes me sensitive and vulnerable, or if today's events have disturbed my mind. It's still Xu Wei's "That Year", but I was a little irritable when I heard it.

Light a cigarette and let it burn slowly in your hand. With a slight twitch of his fingers, soot fell all over the bed.

Blowing away the ashes, I hung up the phone to Lao Gen (Wang Weixin) in the army on a whim. Tell him that everything is fine with the master, and the second child has gone to the national training team. Sister Liu next door is still single. Urge him to hurry up and return the 500 yuan he borrowed from me.

Lao Gen chuckled twice and said that he would soon be transferred to the A Division Special Operations Team and would come back. I couldn't repay the money I borrowed, and asked me if I could pay the debt.

I was sick for a while, and replied to your uncle. I wanted to talk about something, but Master was urging me to go out outside.

I hung up the phone in a hurry, pushed open the door, and was greeted by a chill.

"Play with both hands, wood. Peng Shuai threw over a pair of boxing gloves.

When Peng Shuai was studying martial arts in this courtyard, he would call me "Brother Wood", although I didn't like this title, but I hated the simple word "wood" even more.

Maybe people are really changing! I glanced at Peng Shuai, who was much more mature in appearance. The round bald head of the year is now wrapped in blonde hair. What was once a somewhat bloated figure is now lean and lean.

Master took a puff of his cigarette and nodded at me. There was no verbal communication with the master, but I understood what the master meant.

I slowly took off my coat, gave Peng Shuai a fist salute, and said, "Accept!"

After 18 years of practicing with the master, there are no less than 10 broken sandbags. I don't dare to claim how profound my kung fu is, but more than ten years of hard work have at least forged my fearlessness and self-confidence.

"Runner-up?" I murmured softly.

Taking a deep breath and calming down, I smiled at Peng Shuai and said, "Come on, runner-up!"

"Hmph!" With a deep voice, Peng Shuai slid and tentatively made a straight punch. Without dodging, I threw the punch hard with my left hand and tried his strength. Although he is the provincial runner-up, his punching power is much worse than Lu Bingtao's.

I sneered and slammed a low kick into his shin. If he is of this intensity, it is only a matter of time before he wins.

Peng Shuai frowned, thinking that he was also surprised that I would exert my strength so early. Dodged a right hook from me, still unleashing a quick straight punch that hit me in the face. The wind is blowing!

One sliding step to the left dodged, and I still had a low leg sweep. But I made the foot a little harder. "Smack!" made a muffled sound, and Peng Shuai's whole person took a few steps back.

Peng Shuai looked around at the surprised expressions of the people around him, and his face turned completely cold. The aura of honor is what makes people lose the most. Especially against nobodies like me. Peng Shuai, who is the runner-up, can't let go of the so-called face. Without the beginning of the chapter, Peng Shuai's instinctive heavy punches and heavy feet came at me.

Come on, I took a few deep breaths and adjusted my pace. Fighting requires passion, but remember to be impulsive. Your impulsiveness will only make you lose faster, I sneered in my heart.

I didn't dodge his fists, I just guarded the vital points, and still used both hands to open his fists. Peng Shuai is also worthy of being a player in the system, and Ling Li's fists fall on me from time to time through my defense. However, the punches in sports hit me with a lot less force. In addition, I defend very tightly, and most of my punches have little effect.

One punch, two punches, three punches... The speed at which Peng Shuai threw punches gradually slowed down over time. But the distance between me and me is really getting closer.

I just wanted to let his fist hit me and protect the vital point, and the power of Peng Shuai's punch did little harm to me. And every now and then, a jab or two can quickly disrupt Peng Shuai's footsteps. The distance between the two sides is within my control.

Little by little, I stepped back until I was close to the plane tree, and my left shoulder was hit hard by a straight right hand from him, and I stumbled and pounced on the plane tree. At this time, Peng Shuai did not hesitate to kick his leg with his right foot and went straight to the left rib where I left a gap.

And I'm waiting for this time.

I sneered. Peng Shuai took a step early, stepped on the tree with his right foot, turned around and swept his legs in the air, and swept Peng Shuai, who was unstable, out more than three meters away! This is a very fancy action, the probability of real use is very small, but if it is used in actual combat, the power is amazing!

KO!

My movements were like stunt shots in a movie that shocked onlookers. Peng Shuai's body could no longer support it after retreating a few steps, and he planted it. This leg of mine seized a good moment and swept over his chest the moment he was ventilating. Under the heavy blow, the blood is churning. For a moment he couldn't stand up.

After a long time, Peng Shuai, who was panting, covered his chest and was helped up by everyone, the master shook his head and said to me slowly: "The feet are high, the inner buckle is not enough, and I have to practice when I turn back!"

"Fight smart!" Peng Shuai spat on a bloody spit.

The word "smart" Peng Shuai bit hard, and I knew he was very unconvinced. It was clear that he had been dominating, but he allowed me to win. He thinks I've used a little trick to win the fight. But there will be winners and losers in martial arts, and the original purpose of martial arts is to knock down opponents. With the help of foreign objects, the use of stratagems, and even hitting forbidden parts are the most primitive aspects of martial arts! Primitive martial arts have no restrictions on moves, no classification of levels, only winning and losing!

The master was expressionless, still smoking the remaining half of the cigarette, patted Peng Shuai's shoulder and turned away without saying a word.

"I'm lucky!" I lit a cigarette.

The stereo in the room still looped "That Year": That year, I was young, and I always felt that tomorrow would definitely be beautiful, and that ideal world was like a ray of light, shining in my heart...

The song is very warm, just a little autumn breeze gives me a hint of coolness.