"Bang bang bang!"

In an old yard, Guo Dalu kept punching around an old tree, and with each punch, the old tree in the yard trembled violently a few times, and the leaves fell. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Cannon!"

An old man sitting not far from the old tree sighed: "Don't lose our ancestral pure yang skills! Your grandfather has not practiced it, and I have not practiced it, so it's up to you!"

Guo Dalu kept punching at the big tree, and said angrily when he heard this: "Chunyang is a fart! You even need a virgin to practice this broken kung fu! Do you say that you are my own father? How many girl friends have you made for this broken skill? Do you say that it is important to practice martial arts, or is it important to marry a daughter-in-law? When the time comes, if I really fight a bachelor for the rest of my life, this is all your sin!"

"Ahem, ahem!"

The old man sat on the horse and coughed, "You little bastard!

He got up suddenly, "If you don't fight for three days, you will go to dinner and uncover the tiles, right?"

Originally, the old man was already very tall when he sat on the horse, but after standing up at this time, he looked even more tall and powerful, which was unusual.

Guo Dalu was already extremely tall, but this old man was a few points taller than him, with a purple face, rough hands and feet, and he looked almost like Guo Dalu was printed in a mold.

Guo Dalu was startled when he saw the old man's anger, his body jumped up suddenly, and he ran to the old man in a flash, and held him up, "Ouch my father, it's difficult for you to pee now, don't think about beating me!"

Guo Dalu's father, Guo Kaishan, practiced family kung fu all his life, and later opened a martial arts gym, and the apprentice teaching was also beautiful for several years, and then the martial arts hall was sluggish and could only be closed.

In order to make a living, he began to open a butcher shop in the market to sell pork, and then suddenly found that he was not good at peeing, and went to the hospital for an examination, saying that it was prostatitis.

The old man has practiced internal, external, and qigong all his life, and now he has become "short and weak", and it takes several minutes to sprinkle a soak of urine and tick it.

The old man is angry, he has a good face, he is embarrassed to say it when he has this disease, and then he couldn't hold it back, so he said a few words to his son Guo Dalu.

Lao Tzu is sick, then it must be treated, although Guo Dalu made a few dollars selling pork, but Guo Kaishan's disease is difficult to cure, and it costs a lot of money to treat it, and the effect is not good, but it is becoming more and more serious.

Guo Dalu is a filial son, Lao Tzu is sick, so he must try his best to find a doctor for treatment, but there is not much money left in the family.

A few days ago, when he was practicing family kung fu, his breath was divergent, and he suddenly rushed to the top door, and was suddenly fainted by the top, and when he woke up, he suddenly found that he had something more in his head.

It was a memory that did not belong to him, and it seemed to be another person's life experience and knowledge reserve in another world.

Some inexplicable movies, television, novels, poems, songs and dances, operas, cross talk, sketches, martial arts, mechanical manufacturing, and so on suddenly appeared in his mind.

It was as if a memory filled with countless knowledge suddenly appeared in his mind, and this memory had been opened for him, and he could "access" the contents of this "memory" in his mind anytime and anywhere.

At first, Guo Dalu thought that he was hallucinating, but when he concentrated and "read" these things in his mind, he found that these things had really become his own memories, and they were extremely clear, and every detail was vivid.

There was such an abnormality in his body, Guo Dalu was worried for several days, and went to the hospital for several check-ups, but the results were extremely healthy, except for the obvious increase in memory, there were no other symptoms.

Guo Dalu was suspicious for a long time before accepting the fact that he was not sick, and then suddenly found that he finally had a way to make money.

He is also a college student, and he still has some basic aesthetics.

Everything in his mind is so fresh, everything is so classic, whether it is poetry and songs, articles and movies, or martial arts variety shows, everything is something that he does not have in the world now, and if he takes out one of them, he can become a symbol of the times or a memory, which can be converted into money!

What is most important in today's world?

Talent!

What is talent?

People with skills are called talents!

Guo Dalu, who had been nervous for several days, suddenly found that he had become a talent, and he seemed to be an all-round talent!

With the idea that "knowledge is wealth", Guo Dalu is ready to get some "knowledge" in exchange for some money and spending.

He chose to write a book first to test the waters.

Compared with other things in his head, writing a book should be the most cost-free and low-threshold way, he typed slowly, and it took a full month of free time to code a "Legend of the Condor Heroes".

It happened that Jiang Dongliu was an acquaintance with him and the editor-in-chief of a publishing house, so Guo Dalu copied the manuscript into a USB drive and gave it to Jiang Dongliu.

As for whether this book can be sold for money, in fact, Guo Dalu still has no score in his heart.

Although he personally thinks that this writing is really amazing, the words and sentences are extremely refined, the style is also high, and the momentum is enough, but compared with some of today's martial arts novels of "one man and several women", "many women chasing men" and "sleeping together", this "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is a bit too serious and may not be able to please readers.

However, Guo Dalu has always been big-hearted, and said in his heart: "Lao Tzu has a lot of novels in his head, this one can't work, it's a big deal to try another one, sooner or later I can sell some pocket money!"

These memories of his own came out of thin air, but he didn't cherish them very much, anyway, he might not be able to use them up in this life.

"Hey, can you two talk well?"

Seeing Guo Kaishan's father and son bickering, Guo Dalu's mother came over with a basket of beans, "You have the strength, it's better to keep it for me to choose beans!"

Guo Dalu's mother's name is Wang Chunmei, who is fast-talking and has always been unforgiving.

Guo Kaishan has been tough in front of people all his life, but he is most afraid of Wang Chunmei at home, and he is a typical wife.

Seeing Wang Chunmei coming over at this time, Guo Kaishan glared at Guo Dalu fiercely, "Rebel, go back and settle accounts with you!

After he scolded Guo Dalu majestically, when he turned to Wang Chunmei, his face had thawed and his smile was lovely, "Oh, old woman, you can choose the vegetables yourself, is this what the old man does?"

He said in his mouth, but his hand was not slow, he reached out to take the vegetable basket, sat in the yard and broke the beans very well.

Wang Chunmei pinched her waist and said: "The surname is Guo, the old lady will serve you to eat, serve you to wear, and you will not be happy to let you choose some food?

Guo Kaishan smiled and bowed his head silently, not daring to reply.

Guo Dalu looked at his mother and raised his thumb, "Mom, you're still amazing!"

Guo Kaishan raised his head when he heard the words and scolded: "Little rabbit cub, what's the matter with you? continue to practice boxing for me!"

Guo Dalu smiled, didn't dare to talk back to Lao Tzu anymore, and suddenly turned around and punched out, hitting the trunk of the old tree.

After he threw this punch, he immediately felt that something was wrong.

His whole body suddenly tensed up but relaxed in an instant, like nine times, the force from the soles of the feet over the waist, and then from the right fist, an indescribable feeling of pleasure rose suddenly.

"Poof!"

After a dull sound, a circle of thick hemp rope tied to the old tree nearly half a foot thick broke inch by inch.

"it!"

Guo Dalu jumped down, "This is what I hit?"

After Guo Kaishan heard this sound, he suddenly raised his head, and then saw pieces of hemp rope floating in the air.

"Damn, you've done it?"

Just when the father and son looked at each other, both a little confused, there was a knock on the door, and someone politely asked outside the door, "Is this Mr. Guo's house?"