The way of Wing Chun, all kinds of moves, he seems to have practiced for many years, and he pinched it with his hands. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This is not a showmanship of those drills on TV, but a real martial arts.

Ye Qing didn't know what kind of realm his Wing Chun was compared to others after learning the primary Wing Chun skill book, but it was definitely enough to teach those three little gangsters.

Just now he was thinking about being more careful, and when he came back in the future, he would find a place to turn around and come back, but now he was looking forward to it.

Today, those three guys chased him all over the streets, and tomorrow let them know why the flowers are so red!

Looking at the points on the lottery wheel, Ye Qing was looking forward to it more and more, now that an intermediate reward is so powerful, if an intermediate lottery can be carried out in the future, how cool would it be?

However, now he doesn't even know how to get points, and he doesn't know how to draw intermediate lotteries.

"This system is too inhumane, just such a slot machine, you can also give an explanation, don't say it all clearly, at least how to get points, how to open a higher-level lottery, but also to talk about it. ”

The usual complaining about the all-round lottery system, Ye Qing put away the lottery interface.

Now that I don't have points, I always look at those rewards, and my heart itches.

Ding dong.

Ye Qing's mobile phone suddenly rang for a short time, this was information.

He picked up his phone and clicked it, and it was sent from an unfamiliar number.

There are only a few short words on it.

Is it Ye Qing?

With my number, still not sure if I'm Ye Qing?

Who is this?

There are not many people who know his number, plus his parents, there are only a few people.

And these are saved on the phone book, so who is this now?

He thought for a moment and tossed his phone aside.

Nowadays, there are a lot of mobile phone scams, and many unscrupulous software sells user information to some scammers after obtaining user information, and this phone may be a scammer.

Ye Qing is already about to run out of food, he is not afraid of being deceived, but if the kind of scam that deducts the phone bill deducts his phone bill at once, he will be in the cup.

Anyway, if you know someone and don't receive a reply, you will definitely call and ask.

……

And at this time.

Merlin's night talk column team is working overtime all night.

"What's going on, have you picked out any good works in this submission?" asked Zhao Jianxiang, the host of Merlin's night talk column, who is still working overtime, just to save this declining program in his hands.

Facts have proved that although Merlin's night talk has declined and the listening rate has been greatly reduced, it still has influence, and after the advertisement was launched, countless submissions were received.

However, although there are many contributors, there are still not too many surprises in the story inside, and the routine is still a routine.

The entire supernatural world seems to have fallen into a strange circle of thinking, a circle that cannot be broken.

The assistant on the side shook his head and said: "Brother Zhao, this is really impossible, it's not like those writers' requests, this is a solicitation for the masses, the quality of the works in it is uneven, most of them don't even make sense of the sentences, and the stories are very old-fashioned, occasionally there are one or two slightly better, but there are not too many breakthroughs from the previous broadcasts." ”

Although he knew the result, Zhao Jianxiang couldn't help but be disappointed.

"Could it be that this once popular show is going to be buried in my hands like this?" he was a little unwilling.

After so many years of hosting on the radio, this is the first time that the show is going to be cut.

And after being the host of Merlin's night talk for so long, he also has feelings for this show, if this show stops broadcasting like this, he can't accept it emotionally.

"Brother Zhao, there are few submissions left, it's so late today, let's come back tomorrow morning. Li Tongfei yawned, he didn't pay much attention to this show, anyway, Zhao Jianxiang didn't just host such a show.

He didn't understand why Zhao Jianxiang was so obsessed with Merlin's night talk, and it was said that the funds for this solicitation activity were all filled by him with bonuses.

Brother Zhao is an old qualification, even if Merlin's night talk is suspended, it is not his problem, this is a sluggish market, and it has nothing to do with the host, and he will continue to host the new show at that time.

It's just that he doesn't know that there is something called feelings.

When Zhao Jianxiang entered the radio station as a host, it was because of Merlin's night talk......

Zhao Jianxiang reluctantly said: "You go back first, I'll sit for a while and leave." ”

Seeing Zhao Jianxiang turn on the computer, Li Tongfei didn't persuade him, although he didn't come to the radio station for a long time, he also understood Zhao Jianxiang's personality and was very stubborn.

"Then Brother Zhao, you should also leave early, and I won't turn off the lights. After seeing Zhao Jianxiang nodding, Li Tongfei also left.

Zhao Jianxiang sat on a chair and opened the submitted email.

"Haunted Street Murders" ......

Seeing this title, Zhao Jianxiang frowned.

I endured the boredom in my heart and read it, but it was only halfway through the year, and he couldn't hold on anymore and closed the page directly.

It's another ghost murder story.,It's also very vulgar.,It describes in detail the process of killing.,What kind of head is soaked in a tank or something.,Horror is enough.,But people who hear too much about this kind of people won't find it interesting.,You will feel disgusting.。

It's not just such a contribution, it seems that all people are caught in this strange circle.

It is believed that the paranormal market is sluggish because they can't create more scary, terrifying ghost stories.

It is really because of the current situation of the paranormal market that the radio station is ready to cut the program and make way for new programs.

After Zhao Jianxiang's insistence several times, the radio station delayed this time.

But if Merlin's night talk has been like this, Zhao Jianxiang has no way to stop it.

After reading several submissions in a row, they were all still the tune of Qianlu's article, and Zhao Jianxiang was a little desperate.

He smiled bitterly and said, "Is Merlin going to die from my hands like this?"

Lying in his chair, he felt a little weak.

At this time, he clicked his mouse and clicked to the next page.

This page is also full of emails, but the first email, the name, attracted Zhao Jianxiang's attention.

A Chinese Ghost Story

Zhao Jianxiang was a little stunned.

In the past few days, he has reviewed the stories he has seen, either ghosts eat people, ghosts are scary, or some ghost street, ghost alley or something like that as the title.

And this submission, the name is very weird.

His eyes were immediately captivated.

It's like a few piles of cow dung, like a fresh little flower suddenly appearing, eye-catching, eye-catching.

"A Chinese Ghost Story, what does this mean?" With this strong curiosity, Zhao Jianxiang reached out and clicked on the email.

Contributor, Aoba.

Story, A Chinese Ghost Story.

After a simple and clear introduction to the information, it is the main text:

"Once upon a time there was a scholar named Ning Caichen......

Zhao Jianxiang's click seemed to open Pandora's box, he sat in front of the computer and never moved again......