Nearly noon.

Zhao Yan put his hands in his trouser pockets and came to the door of the veteran martial arts hall near his home with a gloomy face.

Looking up and squinting at the mottled signboard on the lintel of the veteran's martial arts hall, Zhao Yan still had the picture of his mother begging his aunt on the phone.

After the family came back from the hospital this morning, the parents who had no choice sighed and discussed with a sigh, and decided to ask the aunt for help, as mentioned earlier, Zhao Yan's aunt is the deputy director of the Provincial Forestry Bureau, although he can't directly intervene in the affairs of Xicheng No. 3 Middle School, but it is too common for officialdom to help each other.

Zhao Yan's parents thought about it and found that only Zhao Yan's aunt could help.

Zhao Yan didn't feel anything at first, but after his mother dialed the phone, Zhao Yan saw with his own eyes that his mother, who had a tough and spicy personality, actually begged his aunt in such a low voice for him, and Zhao Yan felt very uncomfortable.

Auntie, just the concubine of the eldest aunt, even with her mother in front of the aunt is so statusless, maybe the aunt only needs a phone call to solve the matter, but he actually begged so lowly.

Zhao Yan panicked in his heart, and immediately couldn't bear to look at it anymore, turned around and wanted to go out, the eldest sister wanted to stop him, thinking that he was going out to make trouble again, but his father didn't stop him, he just looked at him coldly and said: "If you want your mother's efforts to be in vain, you will take revenge!" ”

Dad thought he was going to take revenge on the head teacher Tang Feng.

With Zhao Yan's character, he did have this thought, but his father's warning and his mother's low voice made Zhao Yan only hold the fire in his heart.

"I'm going out for a walk!"

Zhao Yan threw down this sentence in a sullen manner before he came out of the door and came to the door of the veteran martial arts hall.

There are many martial arts halls in the Ming Dynasty, and the veteran martial arts hall is one of the many small martial arts halls, it is said that decades ago, a veteran founded it, teaching the military body boxing in the army, Zhao Yan has been here more than a dozen times!

Zhao Yan, who was full of depression, walked into the door.

"Zhao Yan? What are you doing again? ”

As soon as he entered the door, a sturdy young man of twenty-five or sixteen saw him, who was about to go out.

"Fight!"

Zhao Yan tightened his face and dropped two words, and continued to stride in.

Turning a shadow wall, there is a courtyard of several acres in front of you, and there are stone locks, soil pits, wooden stakes, weapon racks and other things used for practicing martial arts in the yard.

More than a dozen students are practicing here, some of them are practicing stone locks; There are those who constantly jump up and down from the dirt pit to practice their bouncing power; There are also wooden piles, weapons training, and two-by-two training.

The young man who had just greeted Zhao Yan heard Zhao Yan say that he was going to fight, he was stunned for a moment and then turned back, stood beside Zhao Yan and looked Zhao Yan up and down in surprise, a little curious: "Zhao Yan!" What's wrong with you kid today? Unhappy? Who messed with you? ”

Zhao Yan: "Don't talk nonsense! Call someone! ”

……

After a while, the seven young men with the best kung fu surrounded Zhao Yan in the middle shirtless, including the young man who had just spoken to Zhao Yan, Zhao Yan's shirt was also taken off and thrown aside, and his face was gloomy and slowly opened the starting hand of Bajiquan - the bow pulling style.

Sitting on his hips with his waist down, his left palm in front, his right hand clenched into a fist hidden at his waist, and his gloomy eyes slowly scanned the seven people around him.

Seeing that Zhao Yan was really coming, the seven people glanced at each other, and they all put on a posture one by one.

There were already more than a dozen people watching, including younger students, as well as the family members of the owner of the martial arts hall, and the owner of the martial arts hall, a middle-aged man in a black cardigan short suit, was playing with two large steel balls in his hand, squinting and watching.

Zhao Yan suddenly moved with a low shout, and the whole person suddenly rushed forward, the person on the opposite side knew that he was powerful, and subconsciously retreated, and the other six people rushed over at the same time, some stopped Zhao Yan, and some took the opportunity to attack Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan's expression didn't move, but when he saw that his arms were twisted and twisted, he twisted the arms of the person closest to him on the left in his arms, and before this person could react, he suddenly clenched his fists with both hands and rushed forward, and the person whose arms he was holding suddenly flew out with his feet off the ground, and Zhao Yan immediately turned around, turned his back to the place behind him, and avoided the interception and attack of everyone else, all this happened in the blink of an eye, and one person had been knocked down by him.

When the other people attacked again, Zhao Yan had already begun to punch and kick like a rage, but when he saw the fist shadow flying, his legs kicking forward and back, his fists and feet flying, his elbows, knees, shoulders, and head have become his attack methods.

In just a few moments, all the seven people who had besieged him just now fell to the ground.

This one covered his stomach, that one covered his face, and wiped his nosebleed......

There was no sound around, only the sound of the two big steel balls in the hall owner's hand was staggered.

Zhao Yan was also slightly injured, the corners of his mouth were a little bruised, and a layer of sweat appeared on his body, but his face was still gloomy, and there was no trace of triumph in his eyes.

He was only here to vent his sullen feelings, but these opponents didn't make him happy.

Zhao Yan's eyes looked at the pavilion owner who was playing with two large steel balls under the eaves, and a slight smile appeared on the owner's mouth.

"What? Do you want to challenge me? ”

Zhao Yan stared at him for a while, then suddenly turned around and left.

"I'm not your match yet!"

Zhao Yan dropped this sentence in a sullen voice and left without looking back.

The black-clothed pavilion owner stood under the eaves, and when he heard this, he smiled a little, but he didn't say anything, shook his head and turned around and entered the house with a smile.

The owner of the veteran martial arts hall is surnamed Zhong, and since he took over the veteran martial arts hall, he has posted an announcement outside the door of the martial arts hall, welcoming all young people under the age of 20 to come to the martial arts hall to challenge the disciples in the martial arts hall, as long as it does not hurt people viciously, the veteran martial arts hall will not be held responsible.

This was originally a means to attract aggressive young people to come to apprenticeship, but it was seen by Zhao Yan three years ago, when Zhao Yan had already started Bajiquan, but he had only fought with poor students in the school and gangsters outside the school.

During that period of time, Zhao Yan wanted to know how the power of his Baji Fist was, so he took Fan Long and them into the veteran martial arts hall.

The first time, he lost badly, and a student of his age defeated him in a few moves.

Later, whenever Zhao Yan felt that he had made a lot of progress, he would come here to find someone to challenge and test his actual combat ability, which may be the reason for his talent, in the past three years, his Bajiquan entered the realm extremely fast, and when he came here for the last time at the end of last year, he had already defeated the seven most capable disciples of the Zhong Pavilion Master.

These people didn't expect Zhao Yan to come again.

……

Out of the martial arts hall, Zhao Yan walked on the way back, still without a smile on his face.

Once again, he realized that it was useless to fight in this world, and he couldn't solve many things with his fists alone.

I still have to go to college! It's just that what to do with the content behind the fourteenth chapter of "Full Moon Scimitar"? This problem could not be solved, and even if his uncle-in-law helped him avoid the punishment of being expelled from school, he would not be able to get a guaranteed place.

Write it yourself?

But how should the plot be written?

ps: The pace has been a bit slow lately, and Lao Mu will speed up the progress of the plot.

(Thanks to the declining troubadour for 10 points, and Maple Dust L for 100 points.) ）