Chapter 4: Wanjian Village
Li Zongyu lay on the soft waterbed and couldn't move, and the senior brother Ou Yangde sat on the edge of the bed and lowered his head to ponder something.
Ou Yangde is Chinese New Year's Eve seven years old today, he has been weak and sick since he was a child, and his parents have almost traveled to hospitals in H Province in order to cure him.
Western medicine diagnosis and treatment, Chinese medicine soup, but all the methods that exist hope have been tried.
But the results were not satisfactory.
Due to Ou Yangde's unsteady walking, he was laughed at by his classmates at school as a "soft bone".
His father was grieved, and his mother was in tears all day long.
At that time, Xitian Rulai and the Jade Emperor of the Atrium had not yet started a war, and the human world was still peaceful.
In the context of the vigorous development of thermal weapons in countries around the world, the traditional martial arts family no longer has prestige.
Humans would rather believe that the earth is flat than that traditional martial arts families can protect themselves.
On the video website, there is a popular video of a physical arts master with a famous title, who was beaten by ordinary people with a blue nose and swollen face.
The cynicism on the barrage proves that the current era no longer belongs to the traditional martial arts family.
Although a few decades ago, the traditional martial arts family relied on the network of strong alliances to promote Bruce Lee in the film industry, which made the major martial arts halls make a lot of money at once.
Unfortunately, this is not the same as in the past, and no matter how fast you shoot, you can't catch a bullet coming out of the barrel.
Therefore, Wanjianzhuang at that time was also basically on the verge of bankruptcy. If it weren't for the former old owner's foresight, applying for the title of "intangible cultural heritage" and receiving donations from all walks of life, Wanjianzhuang may not have escaped the doom of dissolution.
Speaking of the former old owner of Wanjian Village, I have to mention that the old owner has two sons under his knees, the eldest Wan Jian Zu and the second ten thousand sword sect.
The boss is naturally intelligent, well-read and strong-remembered, and is a good seedling to inherit the family business.
It's a pity that he is free and easy in life, and he doesn't like to be restrained, so he moved out of Wanjianzhuang at the age of 20, and has not been heard from since.
The second child's talent is worse than the eldest one, but this "almost" only refers to physical skills.
In fact, the comprehension ability of the second child is above the boss.
In addition, the second child is willing to contact people from all walks of life, and the amount of alcohol is extremely high, so the three religions and nine streams, workers, farmers, politics and businessmen can become friends.
Before the death of the old Zhuang master, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect had become the de facto leader of the Zhuang Tzu.
Three years after the death of the old owner, the filial piety of Wanjian Sect expired, so he handed over the affairs of Zhuangzi to the third sister to take care of, and went to travel the great rivers and mountains by himself.
In fact, at that time, Wanjianzhuang had no apprentices, except for receiving tourists who came by chance, and the entire Zhuangzi was only left with the relatives of the owner.
Therefore, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is very reassuring during the game.
One day, Wan Jianzong went out of the hotel and was on the way to the airport by taxi, but due to the carelessness of the driver, he was blackmailed by a porcelain gang after turning a corner.
The one who took the initiative to touch the porcelain was an old man, about 70 years old, who yelled that he had been hit as soon as he leaned into the taxi. Back pain, leg pain, and possibly intracranial hemorrhage.
In short, all parts of the body are scattered, and the driver has to pay money.
As soon as the old man finished speaking, several big men appeared around, shouting that they wanted to administer justice to the old man.
Judging from the accents in which they spoke, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect could tell that none of these people were locals, and it was obvious that they were a small gang specializing in blackmail.
He first asked the driver to call the police, and then he called a friend in the bureau himself.
Then I opened the door and got out of the car with the taxi driver.
"You're a driver, lose money! 30,000 yuan! Not a single point less!" the old man shouted angrily, and after shouting, he seemed to be in pain, and "snorted" again.
The taxi driver is about 30 years old, with a Chinese face and slightly white skin, and judging from his appearance, he should be a highly educated Kochi group.
He responded politely, saying, "I've called the police in the car, and if you have any questions, you can take them to the police." The amount of money must also be decided by the police. 』
Hearing this, the big men who came up on the lookouts all looked disdainful.
One of them had a black coiled dragon tattooed on his arm, with a big gold chain, a small head, and a big scar on his face, which was a very terrifying one-meter-eight man, took the driver over, and whispered: "Brother, hurry up and be private, this kind of old man can't be provoked the most." If you think about it, he doesn't have a job and can spend a day, a month, or even a year with you. What about you? You drive a taxi just to make money, you spend a year with him, who will support his wife and children?"
The driver politely pushed away the big man's arm, and said with a very indifferent expression: "Today I am just driving for a friend, and my job is to teach and educate people." If you want to fight your grievances, I thank you for your kind words. But I believe in the police more and believe in the law. With that, he turned around and walked to the old man who was blackmailing money.
Seeing this, the tattooed man dragged the driver back, with a fierce face, and said: "Don't be embarrassed, let you give money privately, hurry up." TM greasy again, be careful of Lao Tzu going crazy!"
When the driver heard these words, he smiled and looked at the tattooed man with a very contemptuous look, as if to say that he wanted to beat and kill Xi Tingzun.
The tattooed man was uncomfortable by the driver's contemptuous eyes, glared at the driver viciously, and then walked into the crowd.
The Ten Thousand Swords Sect stood aside, taking in all of this. He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and although his family is in the middle of the road, because Wanjianzhuang is an important member of traditional culture, he is protected and respected by the local government.
This made the life of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect basically not suffer any major setbacks.
But the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is magically able to combine book knowledge with its own experience.
It is said that "it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read 10,000 books", which is a stupid method that the ancients came up with in the case of inconvenient transportation and infrequent exchanges between people from all over the world.
For a smart person like the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, if you are familiar with the classics and connect to the Internet, you can learn and use them lively.
Don't look at the times that have changed, human diet, travel, and weapons have also changed.
But the dark side of humanity has never changed since the beginning of written records.
Based on this, Wan Jian Sect understood that a powerless taxi driver could behave so calmly in the face of the threat of this gang of gangsters, at least he was a person worthy of respect.
And for the people he respects, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect has always been full of desire to protect.
Ten Thousand Sword Sect's arms were secretly strong, and at the same time, they carefully observed these strong men, there were five in total, and there were six people with the old man who was making money.
These people walk with fluttering, unstable chassis, flying arms, and a low body fat rate, which can be described as full of fat.
To deal with this kind of "tank-type" scumbag, the Ten Thousand Sword Sect is expected to take about thirty to fifty seconds to win.
According to his vision, he could complete this mission with only three of the five element fists.