There are no impermeable walls!

Who said that in the first place? Who knows? But it really makes sense. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As soon as Yang Qi left from the police station, Director Jiang made a phone call to the head of Wu, who was waiting for flowers and plants in the yard, and after listening to the call from Director Jiang, he frowned suspiciously and thought for a moment, Gong Mingcheng was practicing not far from him at this time, bare-chested, his palm was wide open and closed, and the strong wind was overflowing.

Master Wu coughed twice and stopped him.

"Master, is there something wrong?" Gong Mingcheng stopped, looking at Master Wu with questioning eyes, usually he practiced, and the master rarely stopped him, after all, his current kung fu was already above Master Wu, and Master Wu had nothing to teach him.

Master Wu looked at Gong Mingcheng with a solemn face, "Last night, Director Jiang called me and asked me what kind of kung fu Yang Qi used, saying that Yang Qi handed over the application to apply for the qualification of opening an apprenticeship, of course I don't know what kind of kung fu Yang Qi used, before ending the phone call with Director Jiang, I asked him for face, and when he knew Yang Qi's kung fu, let me know it, ...... just now."

"Director Jiang told you just now?" Gong Mingcheng may not have realized it, but when he heard this topic, he had already subconsciously approached the master, and when he saw that the master paused at this point, he subconsciously asked.

Master Wu bowed slightly, "Well, yes, Director Jiang told me on the phone just now......

"Master, what kind of kung fu is it?"

This time, Master Wu did not pause when he spoke, but he was interrupted by Gong Mingcheng, who couldn't wait.

Master Wu glanced at him with a slight frown, but he didn't say anything, "Seven Killing Fists! Director Jiang said that Yang Qi's kung fu is called Seven Killing Fists, Mingcheng! The master is old, and his memory may not be good, do you have this Seven Kills Fist in your impression?"

"Seven Killing Fists?" Gong Mingcheng frowned, frowned back and forth, thought about pacing a few steps, and when he stopped, he shook his head in confusion and said, "I'm not impressed! Master, are you sure that Director Jiang just said the Seven Killing Fists?"

Master Wu: "Well, it should be right! On the phone, Director Jiang said that Yang Qi claimed that this set of boxing techniques was handed down by his ancestors, so Mingcheng! You go and send someone to check the origin of this Yang Qi and the detailed information of the direct members of the family, and see what powerful characters have appeared in this Yang family ancestor! What is the origin of this Seven Killing Fist! It stands to reason that if this Seven Killing Fist has really appeared, you and I should not have never heard of it! Unless this boxing technique has appeared very recently, there are no records and legends in the martial arts until now!"

Gong Mingcheng's expression was solemn, he subconsciously stood up straight, and responded: "Yes, master! I'll let someone check!"

Seeing that the master bowed his head slightly, and there was no objection, Gong Mingcheng immediately turned around and ordered.

Don't say that the master and apprentice are sick, they are so concerned about Yang Qi's Seven Killing Fist.

You must know that Gong Mingcheng is not an unknown person, the young generation of Hengdian, Gong Mingcheng can almost be said to be the number one master, uh, to be precise, before he was defeated by Yang Qi.

Liuhemen is not a small sect, but one of the six major sects of Hengdian.

Such a sect, such a master has been defeated, but he doesn't even know what the kung fu of defeating himself is, not to mention that it will be laughed at if it is passed on, that is, Gong Mingcheng and Wu Zhangmen have always had a pimple in their hearts, and this knot will always exist in their hearts if it is not unraveled for a day.

In short, Gong Mingcheng is not invincible, but he cannot be defeated so unclear and confused.

Let's not talk about the progress of Gong Mingcheng's investigation here, anyway, the results can't come out so quickly, the reality is not "Journey to the West", you can calculate Yang Qi's origin by pinching your fingers.

There are two flowers, one on each branch.

Yang Qi took advantage of today's rest and had time, and after leaving the police station, he returned home, planning to hide the two approval certificates he had just received at home.

The courtyard door was open, and Yang Qi saw at a glance that his father Yang Yue, who he hadn't seen for a while, was wearing a white vest and a pair of big pants sitting on the threshold of the hall eating watermelon.

is sparse, and the melon juice is splashed everywhere, what kind of sense of déjà vu is that?

A plastic tray is placed horizontally on the threshold stone, and a petal of cut watermelon on the tray has green skin and red flesh, and Yang Qi's father Yang Yue is sitting on the threshold stone, holding a watermelon in his hand and lowering his head and opening his mouth from left to right, hula, the red gourd on the watermelon will disappear two-thirds, and such a bold way to eat is not just melon juice splashing!

The way of eating and the sound made Yang Qi instantly made Yang Qi's mouth flutter, and he swallowed saliva unconsciously, and he wanted to eat it too.

"Dad, you're back, why didn't you call in advance?"

Yang Qi asked happily as he strode through the door.

"Poof!"

Yang Yue raised his head and glanced at Yang Qi, casually spit out a dozen melon seeds, chewed his mouth a few times, and then replied with a smile: "I just got home, what are you going to do when you call back in advance? Will your mother ask for leave to cook for me at home or what? Wouldn't it be good to come back directly? When I came back, I saw that there were melons selling at the entrance of the alley, so I bought a few and came back, and this one was just iced, so I cut it and eat a few pieces! You are really gluttonous! Lao Tzu just wanted to eat alone today and you came back, why didn't you go to class today?"

"It's Saturday, Dad!"

With his own son, Yang Qi naturally would not be polite, so he squatted beside his father and picked up a piece of watermelon to eat.

"Saturday?"

Yang Yue was stunned, a little surprised, but he didn't care, and passed with a smile.

"How's it going? There's nothing going on at home, right? I talked to your mother on the phone a few days ago, and she said it's okay, and I don't know if what she said is true or not!"

Father and son eat watermelon together, and naturally they will make small talk.

"It's nothing, what can happen at home?"

Yang Qi didn't want to add to his father's troubles, his father had never practiced kung fu and had no cultivation, and those things to tell him were useless except to add to his troubles.

"I heard your mother say that you gave her 100,000 yuan for the bonus you got from participating in that singing show last time? She also said that you persuaded her to quit her job at the hotel?"

Wherever you want to go, you can talk about it.

"Hmm!"

Yang Qi responded first, then groaned slightly, looked at his father again, and said, "Dad! Now that you're back, I just want to tell you that the work of a sailor is too tiring, or you will quit your job and go home?" In the past few months, I have also earned more than one million, and I will definitely earn it in the future, you and your mother will quit their jobs, come back and help me!"

"More than a million? Is there so many?"

Yang Yue was so surprised that he forgot to chew the watermelon he had just eaten in his mouth, Yang Qi just nodded to say "yes", Yang Yue's brows suddenly furrowed, and he asked again: "Come back to help you? What can I help you when I come back?"