As soon as Wang Bai returned to the hotel, Xu Wushuang hurriedly took him to the vicinity of his high school alma mater, and made an appointment to come to the night stall during the day.

Nearby is the neighborhood where she lived a few years ago, and the houses are old, and now the family has moved elsewhere.

The taxi drove them here, Xu Wushuang kept looking in the car, and suddenly shouted in surprise: "It's still there!" Driver, please stop in front of you! ”

After Wang Bai got out of the car with her, she was dragged to a small stall, which was placed against the wall in the middle of this two-car wide long street, on the edge of an alley, and on the top of the stall stood a small dilapidated flag with a shiny oil on it, on which the words "beef noodles" were written.

The stall is set up by an elderly couple in their sixties, and it can be seen from the stall that the two have been running this night stall here for many years.

After Xu Wushuang approached, he became more and more sure that it was the noodle stall he particularly liked to patronize in high school, snorted happily, pulled Wang Bai to sit down, ordered two bowls of beef noodles, and then said to him: "Don't look at this small shop, it tastes so good, I guarantee that you will fall in love with it after eating a meal!" ”

Wang Bai smiled and nodded, looking at the old couple with a little expectation, the old man was in charge of making ramen, and the old lady sat lazily in front of the coal stove, watching the water in the pot whirring white, motionless, waiting below.

After a while, the old man put the noodles in the hot pot, tore off the white towel on his shoulder, wiped his hands, and went to sit down in front of the stall, bowing his back and squinting comfortably. His task has been accomplished, and the rest is the work of the old woman.

Waiting for the noodles to cook soft, the old lady scooped it up and added oil, covered it with a layer of red soup beef, sprinkled with a little green onion, and held a sea bowl in one hand, and put it on the table steadily. Not a drop of soup was spilled.

Wang Bai secretly thought: This old lady's ability to face is very good, and sure enough, there are 360 lines, and she is the champion.

Smelling the fragrant fragrance, Xu Wushuang was already hungry, picked up his chopsticks and said with a smile: "Let's eat noodles!" The two of them ate the noodles with relish, and sure enough, as Wushuang said, the noodles in this house were indeed refreshing.

At this time, two more guests came, dressed in white karate robes with purple belts around their waists. He was about 20 years old, and he seemed to be a student studying art at a nearby karate gym.

The two of them were probably also frequent customers of this stall, and after they came, they only said the old rules, and the old man got up and went to rake noodles for the two, and the two of them glanced at Wang Bai and them, and did not pay attention, and began to talk as if no one was around.

The two chatted, and the topic came to the difference between the strength and weakness of the technique of martial arts, and the comparison between taekwondo and karate. The two have a consensus that karate over there will be better than taekwondo. However, the strange thing is that the comparison between kokushu and karate has a disagreement between the two.

The thin man firmly believes that the national art has its subtleties, but unfortunately it is difficult to worship a master with real skills. The true disciples of those major sects are not easy to show off, and most of the martial arts are passed on to their own children and nephews, but they do not pass on foreign surnames, which makes the inheritance of national arts wither day by day. The fame was overshadowed by karate, etc.

The slightly fat man didn't think so, he felt that the national art was too clever and inefficient. The power is also insufficient. Although there are few karate moves, they are very practical, and it is not who has more tricks to win when fighting, but who is fast, accurate and ruthless!

Wang Bai drank the noodle soup and listened to the talk of the two martial arts beginners, and he actually felt that he had comprehended. In the final analysis, he is not deeply involved in the way of martial arts, without the guidance of his master, after redeeming martial arts, he will rely on his own understanding to understand. In the past, he felt that he knew a lot of moves, and he could also learn and apply the other party's moves when he was fighting against others, and he was a little complacent, and he wanted to practice these moves by trying his hand at each other, but now it is a little ridiculous to think about it.

After learning so many miscellaneous moves, even if you practice to perfection, how will it help your strength? What is the purpose of the technical attack, which is to knock out the opponent!

Today, in order not to give Wu Rong a chance to react and avoid fighting with him, he suddenly broke out in a surprise attack, using a seemingly simple "horizontal", which is not fancy at all, but it is fast enough, accurate enough, and ruthless enough, but it is a truly accessible martial art.

I didn't expect to use it unintentionally, but it implied the truth of the technique.

What am I creating? Serial Ten Hands, although it was created to make Yu'er quick and quick, like child's play, but it implies a practical way, and I myself have not practiced, no, it's really confused!

Wang Bai, who integrated miscellaneous fist moves, finally returned to his roots at this moment, found a martial arts concept of his own, and established the idea that Baihemen Lianlian Ten Hands was the supreme martial arts for his entry.

The two karate practitioners were still talking about it, and the debate between national art and karate was put on hold for the time being, and they talked about Muay Thai again, but this time they were unanimous, believing that Muay Thai was really murderous and that it was the best in martial arts. Because Muay Thai fighters not only have to practice fighting ability, but also fighting ability, their physical strength is extremely amazing, and it is not comparable to those who practice taekwondo or karate.

To put it simply, if you hit someone with a punch, they don't have anything to do, and if someone punches you, you're wasted.

On this issue, the thin man also had to take it, sighing: "Wushu will not necessarily lose to karate, but against Muay Thai, it will definitely not be ......."

The fat man also seems a little excited, after all, he is Chinese, although he learns karate and wears Taoist clothes, but he still has a Chinese heart inside, and he also hopes that Guoshu can be self-reliant and one day dominate the world.

"Don't talk about it, it's too depressed, let's eat noodles!"

"Martial arts can't be lost to Muay Thai." Wang Bai, who had been silent and listened to their discussions, said softly word by word, as if talking to himself, and the voice was so light that even Xu Wushuang, who was sitting opposite him, couldn't hear it clearly.

She sucked her face in her mouth and looked at him confusedly: "What did you say?" ”

Wang Bai smiled slightly: "It's okay, eat noodles." ”

He casually glanced at him as he spoke, but saw the noodle stall owner who was pouring himself a drink looking at him with a smile, as if he heard his whisper.

Wang Bai was slightly surprised, and was about to think about what this person's smile was, and suddenly changed!

Suddenly, two young girls ran out of the alley, both dressed plainly and did not look like people from the city, their faces were pale, and they saw two young men in Taoist clothes sitting on the noodle stall, as if they saw a savior, and shouted in panic: "Big brother, help!" Someone, someone is going to arrest us! ”

The thin man stood up with a snort, and the fat man pulled him and motioned for him to take a look. The next moment, three men rushed out of the alley, wearing floral shirts and tattoos on their arms, which didn't look good.

"Here!" An older man with a bit of stubble screamed, then lunged at the two young girls, "Come back with us!" ”

"Why are you arresting them?" The thin man who practiced karate stopped, and the man pushed it and said viciously: "They are employees of our store, sneak out, we will naturally take them back." You'd better be nosy! ”

The slightly fat man immediately reacted, and the alley led to another long street, which was the local red light district, and the two young women were probably abducted here to force them to become prostitutes, and they ran out so they were chased by these thugs.

He stood up and whispered a few words in the thin man's ear, and the thin man looked back at the two girls whose lips were white and trembling with fright, they seemed to be fifteen or sixteen years old at most, and the thin man could not bear it, and argued with the fat man.

At this time, one of the thugs pulled out a bright sharp knife, and said in a deep voice: "Is it a long life?" I don't care about you! ”

The thin man's face suddenly turned pale, and his body froze a little, and the fat man pulled him again, and he sat down involuntarily.

The two young girls saw that the passers-by who had been found so hard could not protect them, and when they saw the pursuers draw their knives out, they were so frightened that their legs were weak in despair, and they hugged each other and only cried.

Wang Bai drew a few chopsticks and was about to start, suddenly changed again, when the three men forced the two girls, passing by the old man's table, I saw him stand up suddenly, his hand was like electricity, stretched out his hand to copy, impartially, buckled the wrist of the leader, and made an authentic grappling!

The man was pulled and pushed by the anti-joint, and he screamed and stumbled out like a gourd rolling on the ground.

The knife-wielding thug stabs immediately!

The old man stepped avoided, took off the white towel for wiping his hands from his shoulder, and struck it like a whip with a "snap", hitting the gangster's door with great speed.

The thug fell on his back, covering his eyes and letting out a heart-rending scream.

The rest of the man froze for a moment, picking up his accomplice, who had been injured in the eye, and ran back down the alley, and the man who had fallen clutched his arms and stumbled away, but his eyes were full of resentment when he turned back.

This situation made the two karate students who were still talking about the uselessness of national art just now dumbfounded, they didn't expect that this old man who was almost old was actually a master of national art.

The two looked at each other and stood up to talk to the old man, but the old man ignored them and just asked where the two young girls were from, speaking as if they were in the dialect of Yanzhao Province.

The two girls were pleasantly surprised when they heard the dialect of their hometown, and talked to the old man, and the proprietress who cooked the noodles also came over and chatted with them for a few words, and then asked the old man to close the stall and take them to the police station himself.

After the old lady took the two girls away, the old man came to the two karate students and said, "Martial arts will never lose to Muay Thai." ”

After speaking, he smiled and glanced at Wang Bai with a little meaning.

The two young men complied with resignation, their faces flushed, and they didn't have the appetite for the delicious beef noodles, and they hurried away after paying the bill. The old man put away the sea bowl and began to wipe the table and close the stall, at this time Xu Wushuang had already finished eating, and she also saw what had happened just now, and muttered softly to Wang Bai: "I just learned that the boss here knows martial arts, and he is so powerful." ”

Wang Bai smiled slightly, thinking that I am like glue with you, and my martial arts are so good, you don't know how to do it, let alone an old man who is hidden here. (To be continued......)