Wang Xiaojun trembled with excitement and pulled out the papers, which looked the same as greasy old newspapers because they had been padded underneath for many years, and felt that they could satisfy their hunger by throwing them directly into the pan and frying. There are a total of seven pages of paper, and the page number is marked in the lower right corner of each page, which is the kind of microcomputer paper with holes on both sides a long time ago, and Wang Xiaojun's heart is half cold first-whose cheats are typed with microcomputer paper? If you don't have a parchment roll, at least it has to be yellowed rice paper or something, right?

When Wang Xiaojun patiently read the first two pages, his heart was completely cold!

The content on the paper is actually full of some elements of the cheats, those graphics are the basic palm of the Iron Palm Gang, a total of 30 pictures, representing the 30 strokes of the iron palm pattern, are a small person in a variety of postures waving palms, the small characters below are instructions, explain the name and posture of each palm, and how to connect the previous palm and the next palm, these things Wang Xiaojun has practiced since childhood, if this can also be called a cheats, then the seventh set of the eighth set of children's radio gymnastics printed into a picture with words can also be called cheats.

In fact, Wang Xiaojun is most dissatisfied with this number, the iron palm helps thirty palms, and there is no thought at all when you listen to it, you see in the book written by Jin Dada, seventy-two road empty boxing, eighteen palms of descending dragons, eighteen plates of Mount Tai, that is all whole and zero, reporting the name to be powerful and rhyme without losing the sense of beauty, "thirty palms" is a little too stubborn, a bit of a roadside "bun five pieces and ten" secular sense.

Wang Xiaojun resisted his disappointment and flipped through all seven pages, confirming that it was a demonstration of thirty palms, but a small paragraph on the last page still caught Wang Xiaojun's attention.

The content of the small print part is: All the leaders of the Iron Palm Gang must be the strongest in the gang in martial arts, and there is a successor in the gang, and the order is still ranked according to the strength of kung fu, the weak defeat the strong, and its rank rises, and the gang must abide by the gang rules and not engage in favoritism!

"I rub!?" Wang Xiaojun, who saw this passage, had mixed feelings, and the sentence that Hu Tai had said suddenly appeared in his mind:

"Let's not learn from the practices of those bastard sects - you are entering the door at the same time, whoever is the oldest will be the senior sister."

"Together with our Iron Palm Gang, is it the old bastard sect?" Wang Xiaojun muttered, and then his head was full of black lines, because he suddenly thought: Duan Qingqing's ranking was also before him.

"Could it be that the little junior sister's martial arts are above me?" Wang Xiaojun's self-esteem was frustrated, and he thought about it again, how can I know what martial arts I am, but after thinking about it again, the little junior sister can't either!

Duan Qingqing joined Wang Xiaojun's gang when he was 18 years old, and has been helping for 3 years. At that time, Wang Xiaojun happened to be studying in other places, and once when he came back, he saw this little girl who was still coquettish, and was told that he had an extra junior sister, and then he could see it every time he went home, and he became acquainted, but Wang Xiaojun never saw his grandfather or others teach her any kung fu, in his impression, Duan Qingqing was just a rich girl who came to find excitement because of her worry-free food and clothing.

The next time I see my grandfather, I'll have to reason with him!

Although it was a small gain, it was far from Wang Xiaojun's expectations, and he turned off the lights and slept in disappointment.

I don't know if it's because of something on his mind, Wang Xiaojun woke up at dawn the next day, he looked at the seven pages at the head of the bed, picked it up and sneaked to the front yard as if he had done something wrong, and made a gesture according to the first picture on the first page, he was immediately sure that this was what he had learned, but his grandfather did not follow the order when he taught himself.

Hu Tailai appeared with a wave of his fists after washing, and he was curious: "Xiaojun, you are so early?" ”

Wang Xiaojun's face turned red, and he quickly put away his posture, pretending to be okay and looking at the sky with his hands behind his back.

"You...... Is this practicing? ”

"It's not! Walk. ”

"Oh-" Hu Tailai didn't ask much, and began to take a steady stride.

Wang Xiaojun finally couldn't help but confide in him, and pretended to be mysterious: "Old Hu, I really found the secret book of our Iron Palm Gang yesterday!" ”

"Huh?" Hu Tailai's eyes also lit up.

Wang Xiaojun stretched out the seven pages in front of his eyes: "Look, this is the thirty style of the Iron Palm of our Iron Palm Gang!" "He made up a decent name for himself......

Hu Tailai hurriedly put his hand in front of his eyes and said, "It's inconvenient for me to look at this!" ”

Wang Xiaojun laughed and said: "Teasing you, it's actually some introductory kung fu, if you want to practice, I'll give it to you." ”

"I don't practice boxing, but I don't practice palms, and besides, this is the secret of your sect, don't show it to outsiders."

"Oh." Wang Xiaojun casually folded it casually and put it in his trouser pocket.

When the sun lazily emitted the first ray of warm light, Tang Sisi appeared refreshingly, she wore a white dress, open-toed sandals, and a fashionable cool hat, pure and foreign, she said coquettishly: "Let's go." ”

Hu Tailai was stunned, and Wang Xiaojun blurted out: "Hey, this girl, it's not ashamed to take your ex-girlfriend to Paris Fashion Week!" ”

"Virtue." Tang Sijiao smiled and took the hands of the two people.

Hu Tailai said embarrassedly: "Sisi, where are you going to take us?" ”

"Did you bring any money?"

Wang Xiaojun patted the big red envelope in his ass pocket that was intact.

Tang Si thought for a while and said, "The place I'm going to may not have opened yet--do you have any fun here, the most important thing is to have good food." ”

Wang Xiaojun said: "I'll take you to the ancient city." ”

Wang Xiaojun's city is a second-tier city in the north, the tourism industry is underdeveloped, the government in order to stimulate the economy not long ago in the suburbs built an ancient city, the so-called "built" ancient city, naturally are the result of modern industrial imitation, the pattern also refers to the country's more famous ancient city and ancient town, in addition to attracting some foreign tourists, the local people will also go to relax on holidays, this place has not been developed for a few years, but it is indeed a small fire, that day Tang Sisi took the Iron Palm Gang as a characteristic inn, Wang Xiaojun thought she was a tourist who wanted to go to the ancient city to play.

The three of them said that they would go, and they took several buses, and arrived at the ancient city in less than ten o'clock.

Although it is not a weekend, it is still lively here, there are four city towers in the ancient city, there are also clear east and west north and south gates, you can not finish shopping for a day when you walk, most of the original residents here have now become businessmen, some open small inns, some make haberdashery, and there are all kinds of small handicraft shops, all set up small sheds on both sides of the road paved with bluestone bricks, and the flowers and willows are dazzling from afar. Tourists laze around in clusters with umbrellas.

The ancient city walls, stilted buildings, all kinds of hotels full of ancient meaning, and Jiangnan-style small bridges and flowing water, all of which made Tang Sisi feel suddenly brighter, she soon followed the crowd to wander around various stalls, look at this and that, bargain with the boss in a small shop selling jewelry, and buy an obsidian bracelet with a price tag of 180 for 50 yuan.

"Stone bracelets are sold for so much?" Hu Tailai was surprised.

"It's obsidian!" The shopkeeper corrected Hu Tailai sternly.

Wang Xiaojun paid with a smile and didn't talk much. He understands that this is a place of relaxation, and the ancient cities and towns of the whole country are now carved out of a mold, and even the gadgets sold are the same, and no one will come to this kind of place if they want to buy good things.

When the delivery was made, the shopkeeper glanced at Hu Tailai and whispered to Tang Sisi: "Girl, your boyfriend is rich and willing to give you flowers!" ”

Tang Sisi put his arm around Hu Tailai and said, "This is my boyfriend!" ”

"That ......" The shopkeeper looked at Wang Xiaojun again, and he saw Wang Xiaojun's big stack of money.

Wang Xiaojun smiled and said, "I'm a spare tire." ”

"Huh? Count me as talkative. The shopkeeper remained silent.

Leaving the shop, Hu Tailai blushed and pushed Tang Sisi away: "Sisi, your brother Hu is not young anymore, don't make such jokes with me." ”

"Cut! Then you be my boyfriend. Tang Sisi took advantage of the situation to grab Wang Xiaojun's arm and left Hu Tailai behind.

The shopkeeper witnessed this scene and said with emotion: "The rich man finally became a family, which is gratifying." As he spoke, he took out another black bracelet from the sack, wiped it with a rag to coat it with a layer of oil, and carefully placed it in the spotlight...... For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net