"Fellow villagers, uncles, aunts and aunts, brothers and sisters, we are authentic Tai Chi boxers from Chenjiagou, practicing a good kung fu, but because the world is not ancient, martial arts are lonely, our master and apprentice can only be here for everyone to offer our kung fu, if you look at the eyes, think we are worth a few dollars, please hold a money field, if you don't have a few children in your pocket, then please shout for us, hold a personal field!"

A middle-aged martial artist wearing a straight-fitting kung fu shirt with cloth shoes on his feet was saluting and saying loudly to the surrounding villagers. This is a small square in Yuanshan Town, Liangzhou, saying that it is a square, in fact, it is more like a lively market, I saw that this small square has been surrounded by all kinds of people, are looking around. There were also a few young juniors in the field, who were also well-dressed, holding all kinds of dazzling weapons in their hands, waiting for the middle-aged man's voice to fall, he shouted in unison, and immediately opened his posture and began to practice on the field. In the middle of this group of descendants, there is a sturdy young man in a black cloth robe, holding a long-handled knife in his hand, just like Guan Yunchang's Qinglong Yanyue knife, the blade used in the performance is just made of plastic, coated with silver paint, it looks bright, and it shakes slightly, it is like a lightning bolt, and the end is wonderful and beautiful.

After practicing a simple routine, the group of teenagers suddenly shouted again, and the other teenagers wearing green and white cloth surrounded the city in a circle, aiming their weapons at the young man in black cloth. This young man has a really good figure, with a tiger's back and a bee's waist, an extremely well-proportioned figure, and his every move is full of strength and agility. It's just that his facial features are extremely ugly, just like he just bought a watermelon, accidentally smashed it on the ground, and was galloped by tens of millions of grass and mud horses, between black and red, rough and ugly, people can't help but turn their eyes away, and if you have a bad mentality, it is possible to spit it out on the spot.

However, this young man's kung fu is also really good, a long-handled broadsword is like a silver cloud, with a very rhythmic and rhythmic sense of all the weapons attacking him, and can even take advantage of the enemy's weapon momentum to change at will and counterattack the enemy. The young man's body was nimble, constantly changing his body, and shaking all the weapons that he had no time to cover, as if he was striding leisurely. The two feet were like flowing water, and they moved around the field in small steps, narrowly dodging the attacks of many enemies.

This is obviously a routine that has been rehearsed, just like the martial arts in Peking Opera, and like a live version of a kung fu movie, in the close sound of gongs and drums, the black-clothed boy finally spotted a gap after dodging many attacks, and began to fight back. The surrounding audience knew that this was acting, but they still couldn't help but cheer loudly.

This set of knife techniques is also called, it is a better effect on the battlefield [Sweeping Thousands of Armies] knife method, it is a kind of army battle formation knife method that most of the generals in the cold weapon era will have, but now the political axe does not allow the people to have such a large prohibited weapon, coupled with the popularity of guns, this kind of martial arts is no longer circulated among the people.

At this time, seeing that the emotions of the audience have been mobilized, the middle-aged martial artist who shouted at the beginning moved his eyes, and there were two very clever children, holding two large copper bowls that were shiny to the touch, and at the same time with a bright smile on their faces, they kept saluting the surrounding visitors, and these spectators were not very embarrassed, so they took out some change and threw it in the copper bowl, and then someone shouted: "Another one!" One more! The middle-aged martial artist was about to say two words with a smile on his face, when suddenly the crowd was forcibly divided into two sides in a mess, and a group of people walked out of the crowd.

These people were all young men in their early twenties of seventeen or eighteen years old, they had a very non-mainstream killer hairstyle, their faces were full of holes, some shiny metal rings and the like, and the clothes on their bodies were also worn crookedly, and the young man in the short-sleeved shirt led by the yellow-haired young man did not tie a button, revealing his strong chest and abdominal muscles, and there was a hideous-looking dragon tattooed on it, from his waist to his chest. I don't know if it's because his figure has changed, or because he didn't have a good tattoo when he got a tattoo, this dragon looks a little deformed, which makes people feel very weird.

In particular, neither eye was looking in one direction, so much so that the dragon looked like a cerebral palsy dragon. The group walked in, and the yellow-haired young man led by snatched a child's copper bowl, grabbed the money inside, stuffed it into his pocket, and then casually threw the copper bowl aside, making a clanging sound.

The kid wanted to go forward to get his money back, but was pushed to the ground by the yellow-haired young man, and the yellow-haired young man scolded impatiently: "If you don't want to die, get out of the way!" "It seems that the local thugs are coming.

The middle-aged martial artist's face was cold at first, his eyebrows were raised, and his fists were clenched, but then he loosened down, with a smile on his face, walked forward, and said, "Hello, big brothers!" I don't know if you are here to support people or money? The yellow-haired young man put his hands on his chest, but he didn't speak, and then a tall, red-haired thin young man came out from behind him and scolded arrogantly: "What kind of things are the **? If you want us to cheer you on, you can eat! Set up a stall here, don't you know that this is our Brother Hui's territory? Do you understand the rules of the rivers and lakes? The middle-aged martial artist said with an embarrassed face: "We are new here, and we really don't know much about these ......" The red-haired young man scolded loudly: "I know that you ** don't understand anything!" Set up a stall here, and give us Brother Hui a tribute of 1,000 yuan every day, or else collect your own corpse! As if to cooperate with the red-haired young man's words, the yellow-haired thug raised his chin arrogantly and snorted coldly.

The middle-aged martial artist squeezed his fist, released it again, and said flatteringly: "There is something to discuss, if we can earn 1,000 yuan a day, we won't come here to perform arts!" At this time, the group of black-clothed young men in the afterlife just now walked out, and he said loudly: "Fifth uncle, isn't it just 1,000 yuan?" Give them that is! The middle-aged martial artist hurriedly waved his hand and motioned for the young man to retreat, but the young man still ignored it, reached into his arms, and looked as if he was taking out another money, and at the same time walked forward with a big grin, and said, "Money, I'll give it to you!" As he spoke, he walked in front of the gangster, and suddenly the hand in his arms stretched out, grabbed the collar of the yellow-haired gangster at lightning speed, pulled it back, and at the same time mixed his feet, the yellow-haired gangster was suddenly pulled by him and lost his balance, and was about to fight back in anger, the black-clothed young man sneered, stretched out his hand to pin the gangster's right fist, and then pushed it again, the balance of the yellow-haired gangster was destroyed, and the black-haired gangster kicked hard at the shin bone in front of the yellow-haired gangster's calf, The yellow-haired thug quickly took off into the air, like a big bird flying, and took off gracefully. But he landed not so good-looking, I saw him fly into the air, exhausted, and then fell down fiercely, his two hands were like hot wheels everywhere instinctively grasping, coincidentally, he was chin on the ground, smashed on the ground, it seemed that a few teeth were swallowed out, from the mouth of the yellow-haired gangster spurted a mouthful of blood and screams.

Immediately afterwards, the black-clothed boy kicked hard like a big kick when he was playing football, and collapsed on the waist of the yellow-haired thug with the instep of his foot. The black-clothed young man unhurriedly posed in the shape of a white crane hanging its wings, and said leisurely to the audience outside the venue: "This is the mystery of the authentic Chen's Tai Chi, such a wonderful actual combat performance, why don't you give a colorful voice?!" Only then did the people outside the stadium react and cheered excitedly.

Originally, although the drills of these teenagers from Chenjiagou were wonderful, those who were interested knew at a glance that this was rehearsed in advance, and it was not real at all, it was good-looking, but it didn't make people excited at all. And at this time, the gangsters came to the door, and the two sides competed, although the action was not good-looking, and it was only for a moment, but it was really a real fight, and it was the local "famous" "Brother Hui", even the blood and teeth flew out, and when they saw that the local ** who was harassing the Quartet suffered such a big loss, they immediately became excited and shouted loudly. Where did that yellow-haired thug suffer such a big loss! At that time, with a crying voice, he screamed angrily to the group of stupid little brothers behind him: "You bastards, what are you still looking at? Give it to me! As soon as the yellow-haired thugs' voice fell, the other thugs all pounced on them as if they had just woken up from a dream.

I saw that the young man in black sneered, with a disdainful expression, shuttling through the gangsters like a swimming fish, his hands and feet smashed horizontally and vertically like a pendulum, smashing on the other party's body, in addition to a scream, you can also hear the sound of bones being broken in a thick quilt.

A beautiful Tai Chi boxer took all the punches that hit him to the side, and even tripped under his feet, tripping others to the ground, and then kicking them hard without eating the fireworks in the world, which can temporarily relieve the opponent's mobility. After several moves, the black-clothed boy's fist appeared in the enemy's face like a broken typewriter, and soon the thugs fell down one by one and rolled on the ground. Although this is a real battle, it is not as good as the performance just now. Indeed, when real kung fu is practical, it is not so good-looking at all, and sometimes it seems to be no different from fighting with gangsters, but the tricky and vicious tricks make people unbearable at all.

Plus the thumping fist to the flesh, and the screams of those little thugs. When the person was almost down, some of the harder gangsters stood up again, the black-clothed boy turned up like a black spinning top, this time he used a very beautiful act, two hands like two meteor hammers smashed into the gangsters who got up and attacked him, and at the same time, the black-clothed gangsters flew around, like a nimble big bird shuttling among the gangsters, and those gangsters were like humanoid sandbags, pulled by him left and right, took off and threw them into the air, and flew up and kicked them far away.

This moment is much more beautiful, and the audience outside the venue applauded again. When he beat these gangsters in a one-sided cheerful manner, he also used the clear voice unique to young people to loudly report his tricks, and suddenly the sound of fists and flesh and the sound of reading loudly sounded, which made people full of infinite violent aesthetics, but also full of the traditional chivalrous pleasure of the Chinese people. It wasn't long before the seven or eight thugs were all put to the ground again, and they screamed, and after being knocked down several times, this time, no one dared to get up again and be beaten again.

At the same time, the surrounding crowd was already boiling, and they all shouted loudly: "Good fight!" Well played! I don't even recognize him when I hit him!! ”