Then Fang Ping'an looked at the balcony again, and then looked at his body wearing only forked pants, thinking that Sister Osmanthus was not at home anyway, this was the sixth floor, and the people below couldn't see it, so he would simply move his body on the balcony.

There was no treadmill at home, so there was no way to run, so he first did 200 push-ups and 100 sit-ups, and then began to practice boxing.

Uncle Chen was very strict with him, and taught him zama steps, lower waists, splits, and exercise strength and toughness in all parts of his body since he was a child, and taught him several sets of boxing techniques at the age of thirteen, several sets of leg techniques at the age of fourteen, and a set of grappling methods at the age of sixteen.

But now Fang Ping'an has integrated all these martial arts into a more practical integrated free fighting technique, with perfect switching of punches, legs and bodies, not limited to any form and routine.

Fang Ping'an said that he was invincible all over the town, but he was really not bragging, those ruffians and bullies who usually ran rampant in the township and no one dared to stand up and resist were almost all beaten by him. Knives, daggers, and clubs were used by them, and Fang Ping'an entered the white blade empty-handed and beat the hooligans with all their temper.

also because he broke the hands and feet of the two hooligans, Fang Ping'an got into a lawsuit, but because the villagers pleaded for him and Uncle Chen loved him very much, all kinds of acquaintances said good things, and in the end he just lost some money.

There was once a mother-in-law who had more than a dozen fat roosters at home, and a few hooligans in the township sneaked into her chicken coop on a dark and windy night to steal the chickens.

This local rooster is more than a dozen yuan a catty, each of which is worth more than 100 yuan, and a dozen of them is almost 2,000 yuan. For the countryman, this is a lot of wealth.

Granny Ma heard the sound of thieves catching chickens outside, but she was too timid to go out to investigate. So he made various noises to indicate that he had gotten up and noticed that there were thieves outside, hoping that the thieves would flee from the news.

But the thieves were not afraid of her at all, and still caught all the cocks in their hands with impunity.

Granny Ma only had one last trick left, so she folded her hands and asked God to bless her.

"I beg Nanwu Guanyin to keep one side safe, my daughter's safety, my safety, and my chicken's safety."

A thief outside chuckled and said, "This old woman is chattering again, why do you want the police to be useful?" We're not even afraid of the police now, who are we afraid of? Ha ha. ”

The other thief said solemnly, "Did you hear her say that her daughter was with Fang Ping'an or something?" This widow's daughter is a little beautiful, and she is indeed in middle school, if she really has a leg with Fang Ping'an's madman, we will be miserable. ”

"We are not afraid of the police because we did not catch the scene, we can not admit it. But Fang Ping'an didn't talk about the evidence, and doubted who would fight first. Last time, Brother Qiang's five people didn't beat him, but they were broken hand and foot......"

"What then? The chickens are all tied. ”

"Cold salad, put it back, and withdraw immediately."

The three words "Fang Ping'an" can deter hooligans and thieves in their hometown, but some so-called rich squires look down on Fang Ping'an, thinking that he is a naughty boy, and his reading grades are not good, and he has no background, so he will not be promising.

Although his father was a martyr and was regarded as a hero by the whole town at that time, he had been dead for more than ten years, and now he was raised by Uncle Chen, an inconspicuous foreigner, and he was at most a thug who was capable of fighting in the future.

The school girl in the middle school is the daughter of the mayor of the town, and the ruthless rejection of his confession is based on these reasons.

This time Fang Ping'an went out for the first time, Uncle Chen paid a lot of attention to him, asking him not to cause trouble easily, no longer the rivers and lakes that could cross the world with martial arts hundreds of years ago, no matter how high the martial arts are, he is afraid of kitchen knives, and no matter how awesome the martial arts master is, he can't stop the bullet.

Of course, if you can't bear it anymore, you don't need to endure it anymore, but you must be careful, even if you are a shameless villain, the first priority is to save your life first.

……

Fang Ping'an was beating the tiger on the balcony when he suddenly felt a white light flash in the sky.

"It's going to change?" Fang Ping'an began to think it was lightning, and subconsciously glanced at the sky, but how could there be a little haze in the sky, the sun had already risen from the east in the morning, how could there be lightning in such a clear weather?

When the second white light flashed, he realized that someone was taking pictures, it was the magnesium light flickering, and at the same time, a slight "click" sound came into his ears.

In the light of daylight and the chaotic noise, it was difficult for people to catch these two points, but Fang Ping'an found it with his sensitive senses.

"Sister Ni, someone is taking photos of Lao Tzu's fruit, is this okay? In case it is put on the Internet, Lao Tzu is not ashamed to lose people? Fang Ping'an was furious.

He didn't think about how a country boy who had just entered the city could have someone take fruit photos, and even if a big man was put on the Internet, would anyone watch it?

But he doesn't care about these, he firmly believes that he must be a big man and a hero in the future, and the indecent photos that will be turned over by others at that time will be over?

It is especially important that if the person's photography skills are not good, it will be even worse if he takes a picture of himself very ugly.

So he lay on the ground, used the little wall of the balcony to cover himself, and crawled into the house.

Inside the room he stood up and looked out of the window under the cover of the curtains.

I saw that on the roof of the building fifty meters away, there was a long lens of a single-lens reflex camera facing him, and behind him was a head that couldn't see his face.

"Ma, Lao Tzu must catch you." So he didn't even have time to put on his coat and pants, and he ran down from the sixth floor with only tight three-pronged pants, crossed the 50-meter community road, and then went up to another building.

The candid photographer didn't get up when he saw Fang Ping'an lying down, and after a minute, he was alert, and suddenly heard a woman screaming downstairs, and a man who was wearing only tight three-pronged pants ran out of the opposite unit and went straight to the building.

"Isn't this the kid you just photographed? Did he find me? The photographer was taken aback, quickly stood up, hurriedly packed up his things and prepared to leave.

Each building in this community has three units, each unit has an entrance and exit on the roof, and the candid photographer saw Fang Ping'an running from downstairs into the middle unit, and he had to go down from one of the exits on the left and right sides so as not to run into Fang Ping'an who caught him.

So the cunning candid photographer played a trick and actually opened the lids that sealed the exits on the left and right, so that the person who caught up couldn't figure out which exit he went from, so that the possibility of catching up with him was much smaller.

However, thinking of Fang Ping'an's amazing speed just now, if the exit of the passage was chased correctly, he still couldn't run away.

I saw that his eyes rolled, and he immediately thought about it: as long as he saw me open the exit, this kid must think that I had run down, if I found a place to hide and brake quietly, he would not be able to catch up with me no matter which passage he chased down, and then he would only think that he had chased the wrong exit.

"Hehe, I'm smart enough. As a senior candid shooting master, it is usually difficult to play, and it is not easy to fool a little kid? "The candid photographer really wanted to laugh three times.