There are two doors in the back warehouse, I went out through the back door with the eighth master, this is a parking garage, there are many large and small cars parked in it, but they all look old. What amazes me is that some of the repairmen don't seem to be doing repairs......

They're simply dismantling! Dismembering parts of a car.

When we walked through this garage, the eighth master did not stop, but always in front, and the repair workers next to him just stood up and bent down to the eighth master silently, looking very respectful.

Walking out of the garage, there was just a courtyard, there was a spiral staircase here, and the eighth master led me down and pushed open a door with some peeling paint, and there was the sound of ping-pong fighting inside.

It sounded familiar to me, shouting, exhaling, footsteps, fist gauntlets, and as soon as I walked in, I almost thought I was in a gym.

There are some simple fitness equipment on both sides, although they are relatively simple, but there should be some, and there are some men who look very strong to practice their bodies with bells, and there are some mats on the ground in the middle, and they have a relatively large field, and some people are fighting in pairs to practice boxing, and they are all wearing boxing gloves...... It's not a big boxing glove like a boxing match, it's a small one that shows half a finger when you put it on.

All of them, they all wore hoods.

The eighth master looked at the surprised expression on my face. A slightly satisfied smile.

The door behind him closed silently.

Most of the people who are practicing are in their thirties, the oldest of them probably look like they are Ben Wuzhang, and the youngest is at least older than me.

"How?" The eighth master asked me with a smile.

I didn't understand what he meant by asking, so I mumbled, "Yes." ”

"I'm asking you, how is this place?"

I nodded, "Good." ”

My gaze swept over the people who were practicing against each other. This person's skills and movements are quite agile, and his fists and feet are very real, and they don't seem to be fancy. And what moved my heart was that there were almost half of them. Judging by the action. There are a slight traces of the army coming out.

After sweeping around, I'm sure this guy is pretty good...... But it's just good. It's not really a master. At least not one like the Golden River.

Finally my eyes fell on the corner next to me, a man, dressed in a short dress, shirtless, wearing a pair of shorts, with gloves, and barefoot. is holding a punching bag and slamming it.

The punching bag was hanging upside down, and he banged it. It can be seen that this man's movements are very fast, and his strength is not bad, he is obviously quite skilled in fighting, punches, elbows, knees, legs, all skillfully used, and the speed of his shots is also very fast. It hit the sandbags like a raging storm, making a dense thumping thump......

Finally, after a side kick, he took a slight breath, then let out a deep sigh, and then slammed his upper hand into the air, and the sandbag was slammed into the air. swept out, and the length of the play swayed non-stop.

The eighth master noticed that I was looking at the young man, and said with a smile: "That is the best of the young people here." What do you think? ”

I nodded and said calmly, "Very good." ”

"Not bad, indeed." The eighth master sighed suddenly, he touched his nose with the palm of his hand that only had three hands left, and sighed: "It's a pity, our generation is old, and among the young people now, there are too few who are willing to endure hardships. Real kung fu is practiced by wrestling and fighting, where are today's young people willing to endure hardships! He pointed to the young man who was holding a sandbag and practicing: "He's good, alas...... But compared to those old oilers we used to be, it's still ...... worse."

I didn't speak.

After all, I just came, and I am not familiar with the eighth master, and I can't take it rashly when he sighed. Just a little embarrassed to stand aside and listen to him.

The eighth master closed his eyes and thought about it, then opened his eyes and looked at me, and said slowly: "Chen Yang, I understand what you just said to me. But this is the path you want to enter, and you can't do it by making up your mind! This line of food, if you don't have any skills, you can't eat it! Although you were introduced by a fat man, it is not good to know what you are capable of. If you don't have the skills, you can only go to the road and do a small business. Favors are favors, but I won't break the rules because of favors! Do you understand? ”

"Understood." I nodded, "That's fair...... I like fairness. ”

"Okay, then I won't explain much." The eighth master looked me up and down: "The seventh man just said that you are good, and you also said that you cut people with a knife in the country, and you cut more than a dozen of them at a time." There was a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was a hint of mockery: "I didn't see what you said, believe it or not, I can't say it." It's not like I've never seen a dozen people chop a dozen, but that was many years ago. Most of today's young people have hard mouths and soft hands. Besides...... This is not domestic. North America firearms management is very loose, and China is two worlds! Even if you can really cut a dozen at a time, you won't be able to eat them here. If someone has an AK47, you're useless even if it's a real Bruce Lee. ”

"I don't know how to use a gun, and I haven't touched it in China." I said lightly: "But I asked myself that my skills are still good, I have practiced martial arts for ten years." ”

"Everybody here has practiced." The eighth master said lightly, he suddenly smiled, and pointed to the young man holding the sandbag: "How do you think his skills are better than yours?" ”

I hesitated.

It's still that problem, after all, I'm just here, so it's not good to be too arrogant. After thinking about it, I said slowly: "I...... I'm not the same as him. ”

The eighth master smiled. There was something deep in his smile. But I could see that the smile didn't mean to blame me, but rather a little fun.

Then he suddenly raised his hands and slapped them three times.

Immediately, the people around us stopped what they were doing and quickly gathered towards us.

From this point of view. I value this place one more layer! At least Hachia and I have been standing here for a while now, and these people are all focused on training, and no one is distracted to look at us. And now the eighth master has given an order. They all gathered.

At least it shows that they are disciplined and not a rabble.

"Luo, come over here." The eighth master said to the young man who was holding the sandbag just now.

This is a very tall looking guy, probably a little older than me, but not much older, handsome in appearance, with a slightly pale skin, but strong upper muscles.

He stood at the front of these people, looking at people with very indifferent eyes, and only when he was facing the eighth master, his expression was more gentle.

"Give him your gloves." The eighth master pointed at me.

The young man looked at me, said nothing, and silently took off his gloves. The eighth master took it and handed it to me, with a smile on his face: "Okay, you said that your practice is different from theirs." Let me see how you practice. ”

I was stared at by so many people, and my face was a little unnatural, but I quickly took my gloves, then put down my bag and took off my coat.

I walked slowly towards the sandbag, and the people on both sides immediately consciously gave me a way.

I felt the guys behind me staring at me. These eyes are not friendly, and there is even some faint hostility in them.

The sentence that the eighth master deliberately said just now made my position a little embarrassing.

In an instant, I made up my mind.

This is not domestic, here is to speak with strength! Now is not the time for me to be humble...... Besides, I just came here, and if I don't show any hard performance now, I'm afraid I'm going to be looked down upon in the future!

I thought about it, I didn't know what kind of psychology I was in, I turned around and smiled at the eighth master, and then threw it lightly, not wearing the gloves, but throwing it aside.

When Master taught me martial arts, I hesitated for a long time before passing on a "heavy hand" to me. The so-called heavy hand, that is, a killer move! The lethality is very strong, but the shot is naturally very heavy.

I never knew how much I had learned Master's kung fu, but I knew that I was still far behind. I once remembered that Master told me that because he felt that I was too impulsive, young and impatient, he didn't plan to pass on many of his kung fu moves to me. Because I'm afraid that if I learn, if I do it with someone, I can't help but be heavy-handed and will cause trouble! As soon as those killing moves come out, if they are realized, they will either die or be injured!

So in the end, Master only passed me on one heavy hand. This heavy hand is still uploaded to me by Master for the sake of my years of hard practice. And he also thinks that I, as his little apprentice, if I don't even pass on a little trick to me, then I will inevitably be a little sorry for me.

In fact, I know that this trick passed on to me by the master is relatively "gentle", and a few of my senior brothers have really learned some very powerful killing moves.

Under the gaze of everyone, I walked up to the sandbag and slowly hugged the swaying killing bag, so that it was fixed and no longer moved.

Then I took a step back, spread my legs a little, sank my waist, moved my waist slightly, and then exhaled and shouted!

Drink!!

I broke off drinking, twisted my waist and punched, and practiced boxing to a high level, and the shot was actually not the strength of the arm, but the waist and legs, and the strength of the whole body was punched out!

I'm a heavy-handed killer in the boxing technique taught by the master! Just hear the bang!

There was a muffled sound, and under the slight whispering of everyone, the sandbag was suddenly shocked by it!

I punched hard, but the punching bag wasn't swaying much! Not even a third of what the young man had when he had hit. But as soon as I punched out, I immediately retracted and slowly took a step back in place......

And just under the gaze of everyone, the thick layer of leather on the surface of that sandbag was hit by my fist on one side, and it was completely violent! A big hole was cracked, and the sand and gravel inside flowed out with a bang, and it flowed to the ground in a moment!

“…… One Punch ...... One punch punch punching bag! ”

Someone in the back whispered an exclamation, and I turned around, and many people had surprises on their faces. With a blank expression on my face, I bent down and picked up the gloves on the ground, then slowly walked over and gave them back to the young man.

His eyes were fixed on me, and suddenly a sentence came out of his mouth.

"You can throw such a heavy punch without warming up?"

His words immediately alerted the others, and as a result, the expressions of surprise on everyone's faces deepened.

Anyone who has ever boxed knows that throwing heavy punches is a matter of skill. If you do a more detailed statistics, you will find that in all professional boxing matches, the average fighter uses heavy punches to knock out the opponent, and rarely in the first round.

Why? Because in the first round, the fighters are testing each other, and it is more important to move their bodies, adjust their best condition, strength, and speed.

You have to move your body to make the most powerful punches in the best condition!

This analogy is similar to that in professional basketball, the average player has to wait for a few shots before he can find the best feel.

And I used the principles of Chinese martial arts, when I punched, I mobilized the strength of the whole body, and the waist and legs were actually exerted at the same time.

This young man's eyes were staring at me, and his gaze was no longer so indifferent, but with a bit of moxibustion heat! Slowly took the gloves. After glancing at it, a strange gaze suddenly flashed in his eyes. He threw it on the ground casually, gritted his teeth and said, "I won't bring this thing with me in the future." ”

"Hahaha......" The eighth master who was standing in Nanchang suddenly laughed loudly, came over and patted me lightly on the shoulder, smiled and said gently: "Little five." I have practiced boxing well, and I have a bit of a foundation! Well...... I'm now depressed angel hand to understand why the fat man introduced you here. Your boxing skills are very good, I will find someone to teach you to practice firearms when I go back, and you will be a good horse in the future! ”

Frankly. A flash of confusion flashed through my mind. It's more of a little bit ......

Well, a little bit of unpleasantness.

A good horse?

I understand, I guess I'm going to be a very good thug, or a very good leader.

However, do I still have to rely on hard work, to fight, and to rely on these mixed rice to eat?

It's like that at home, coming abroad. Or is it so?

I didn't show it on my face, after all, I had just arrived, and I didn't know the place well, so I couldn't make any requests. At least now it's a place for me to stay...... That's what I need most right now.

Let's take a look at the present.

Then the eighth master found someone to come over, it was a middle-aged man in the group, who looked very stable: "Arrange a room for him." Then he looked at me: "Little Wu, you stay with me first." “

He didn't say what happened in the future. I didn't ask, just nodded.

The melancholy angel hit the middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader of the gang of men here, very big and powerful, and when he looked at the walking posture, he was the one who had been in the army. He looked at me with a little appreciation in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Young man, come with me." Find you a place to live...... Siro, he'll live with you. ”

As he shouted, I heard a voice with a slight surprise: "Huh? Good! ”

I took a look, and it was such a coincidence that it was this young man, who was still in a daze looking at the sandbag that I had beaten up.

The middle-aged man thought for a moment and grinned, "By the way, do you have any questions?" ”

I scratched the back of my head and smiled wryly, "Hmm...... Yes, yes...... When to eat? I'm very hungry. I'll tell you the truth, I just jumped off ship. I only went ashore two hours ago, and I have been floating at sea for more than half a month, and my feet are still weak! ”

What I said made everyone laugh.

The atmosphere here is good, these are all very rough men, everyone talked and laughed for a while, and they all came up to greet me and said that I was welcome to join. And the eighth master has already left.

I greeted a dozen people, and I couldn't remember the names at all, but I remembered the name of the young man who was about to live with me. His name was Ciro, a strange name.

Then I finally got my food.

A big bowl of rice, covered with two large pieces of very fat braised pork, fat and thin, very greasy, a mouthful full of oil, between the teeth is full of meat! In addition, there are a few greens, which are fried.

The rice was a little hard and the flavor of the dish was a little light, but I ate it very sweetly.

I sat casually on the floor next to this gym, holding a bowl and swallowing chopsticks.

As I ate, I couldn't hold back tears in my heart.

God be pitiful!

I, Chen Yang, drank rainwater and sea breeze on the sea, how many times I thought I was dead, and now I can still read books to let me eat the most popular altar of white rice and braised pork......

A bowl of rice, I have not wasted a grain, after eating, I still want to lick the plate, the bowl is so smooth by me, there is not a grain of rice left.

The middle-aged man looked at me and couldn't help but sigh: "Damn, you look quite delicate, how can you eat better than a tiger." ”

I smiled bitterly: "I've been hungry for days, and I don't have oil and water in my stomach...... and then I was embarrassed to ask him, "Is there anything else?" ”

"It's gone." The middle-aged man was a little apologetic: "There is nothing in the kitchen, and the rice bowl has not been made yet, this is left over at noon." You pad it first, and you'll be full at night! “

I stood up with a smile and gave him the bowl back, then patted my stomach and sighed, "Belly, belly, neither of us can imagine that we will have rice one day!" “

The middle-aged man was a little puzzled, looking at me with a look of emotion that didn't look like a pretend, and couldn't help frowning: "Is it so hard to jump ship now?" Nothing to eat on board? “

I shook my head, "I don't know. It's just that I met a pirate halfway through, and then I got on a lifeguard and floated for two or three days without eating. “

Speaking of which, I remembered Xiaofeng...... Thinking of this strange woman, I couldn't help but feel a little sore in my heart, and I couldn't help but feel gloomy for a while.

Middle-aged people still want to ask more. The Silofeni came over with his things, he put on his coat and trousers, and he was also dressed in garage overalls, but it was clean: "Let's go." I'll take you to where you live. “

I followed Ciro out. After walking through the garage and getting outside, I realized that it was the private property of the eighth master in this car repair shop.

It is said to be the largest Chinese car repair yard in all of Vancouver, and everyone here is ...... All of them are "their own people"!

Food, clothing, and shelter. Basically, the eighth master is all covered, and the eighth master is very good to his subordinates, and Silo joked: "You can save all your salary!" I don't usually have to spend a penny. But...... Of course, if you're looking for a woman, you'll have to pay for it yourself. “

There was a pause. He hesitated for a moment and looked at me: "You are new here, I can take you around, well, there is actually nothing near here, the neighborhood is relatively remote, there is no prosperous commercial area...... But if you're looking for a woman. You can go to Hastings Street, and of course, there are also jì women! "Gave me a look. He had a little laugh line on his face: "Are you looking for a woman?" "Thanks, I don't need a woman." I politely refused, then hesitated: "Is there a supermarket nearby?" I want to buy cigarettes. “

Ciro immediately took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to me, I took a look, and it was actually Hongta Mountain! It's rare to see this thing abroad! "The cigarettes of foreigners are all mixed, we are not used to smoking, or this is good, brought from China, looking for private goods brought by the crew. You take it first. “

I smiled and took it.

When he talked about the crew, for some reason, I immediately remembered that sweet bastard, Captain Wick, who had taken my two big bags of dollars.

I live with Ciro.

We lived right next to the garage, in a small building facing the street.

As soon as I entered this small building, I immediately felt a little at home...... It's true!

It's like a dormitory in a school or a factory in China, with three floors, each with a long corridor and many rooms on both sides. "One of the brothers in my room went to Toronto, and now it's vacant, just in time for you to stay." Ciro seemed to be very enthusiastic about my attitude...... I guess it might be the effect of my punch.

There is nothing to say in the room, it is very messy, some dirty, there are cigarette butts in the corners, and there are underwear and underwear on the sofa...... And it's very dirty.

The room is not big, two people sleep in a room with two beds. Outside there is a small living room. There were a couple of dumbbells and a very shabby TV.

To my surprise, there was an old-fashioned record player!

It's the old-fashioned, vinyl one!!

I glanced at Ciro in surprise, and he smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth that had not yet been yellowed by tobacco: "This is mine, I like this thing." ”

I put my bag on my bed and didn't pack anything, I didn't have anything to pack anyway.

I watched with interest as Ciro fiddled with his record player. I said, "You really like this?" Now young people are listening to mp4, who still uses this. ”

Ciro suddenly had a serious expression, looked at me deeply, and said in a deep tone, "This ...... It's the only thing my parents left me! This is my father's, and he liked it the most when he was alive. "You...... Are you from China? Or is it local...... "I was born locally. Ciro smiled, he was born very handsome, tall and fair-skinned, a very handsome man, but his eyes were a little melancholy: "My father came to Canada with the eighth master, but he died early. ”

I didn't speak.

Ciro smiled brightly, and suddenly blinked: "Do you want to hear something interesting?" ”

"Huh?"

He pulled out a vinyl record, and I looked at the cover a little weird, colorful, red. He had already adjusted the horn, then pushed open the window and pointed the horn of the record player at the street outside the window!

Turn the sound up to the highest again!!

After a while, the loudspeakers of the record player played very vigorous and heroic music!

Then a very pleasant and rich baritone began to recite in a tone full of infinite affection......

"Qin Yuan chūn * snow

Scenery of the Northland

Thousands of miles of ice

Thousands of miles of snow drifting

……

……”

I was stunned!

No way!

This is actually an antique [**] soundtrack poetry recitation!!

So, on this sunny afternoon, it resounded through the streets of Vancouver, the "capitalist world......