"Not that exaggerated, right?" Zhang Qi knows these traditional martial artists very well, and some of them are immersed in their own small world and small circles in the past, ignoring the changes in the outside world and being quickly marginalized; And people like Lao Guiqing make full use of their strength to protect important people in high-level bodyguard business, and sometimes the state will cooperate with them.

Although the old ghost celebrates coarse clothes and shoes, Zhang Qi knows in his heart that this little old man's monthly income will not be lower than his own.

"Senior, how did you get in touch with this foreigner?" Seeing that the meal was still far away, Zhang Qi asked boredly.

"I've been doing this for many years, I used to open a martial arts gym to accept apprentices, and then there were fewer and fewer children learning martial arts...... It's no wonder that who learns martial arts in the world? Most of the dozen or so are not competitive......"

Speaking of this, the old ghost Qing's face was ugly, usually a master like him has a few young juniors around him to follow and serve, but he is still alone, and he wants to come to disagree with the apprentices.

What the old ghost Qing said, Zhang Qi didn't know that now the family with a little bit of conditions wants the child to be an official, or a lawyer and doctor...... Who would want their children to endure hardships and learn martial arts? Then come to the world of knives and guns, and those who learn martial arts are so good that they really can't afford a kitchen knife.

He picked up the newspaper on the shelf next to him, the newspaper was a long time ago, and the headline on the page was eye-catching: The president of the martial arts association was stabbed to death five times in a conflict with his neighbors.

"Poof...... Somehow, the tea in his mouth couldn't help but squirt out, and he shook his head again and again: The current martial arts practitioner......

"See, the problem now is like this, Sanda has departed from the routines and national martial arts characteristics, and has also lost the core soul of Chinese martial arts; However, traditional martial arts are becoming more and more ornamental...... This is a dangerous trend. The old ghost sighed worriedly.

In fact, Zhang Qi has his own different opinions, and any traditional routines are secondary, mainly because people's thinking has changed. In the past, everyone really learned martial arts to strengthen their bodies? Many teenagers hope to become heroes in martial arts novels and have extraordinary martial arts to save a qiē...... But that was a long time ago, and now people yearn to become the second generation of rich officials, using their wealth and power to do whatever they want.

"I have more than a dozen apprentices with good qualifications, but now these turtle grandsons are either working as thugs for big bosses or guarding nightclubs...... Is this the fate of those who practice martial arts? Of course, there are some apprentices who are reluctant to do those things, but those who come to practice martial arts are all children from poor families, and there are few choices left if they don't do these things...... There is really no other way out except to change to sanda or open a martial arts gym by yourself. ”

"Change to sanda?" Zhang Qi smiled bitterly: "It is very difficult for traditional martial artists to change their habits, it is almost equivalent to starting over...... And how many people can actually eat this bowl of rice? Can you fight from 20 to 80? ”

One of his comrades-in-arms is an indiscriminate sanda fighting champion, who has been engaged in this kind of long-term ornamental confrontation for a long time, which is very depleting and wearful to the human body, while the special combat team members pay attention to defeating the enemy with one move and quickly defeating the enemy!

That comrade-in-arms came with honor, but he was the first to retire from the army because of his physical condition.

The two sighed, and before they knew it, the dishes were already on the table. Looking down at the dishes, Zhang Qi felt that it was worth waiting for an hour and a half.

It is worthy of being a major local specialty restaurant, although the decoration is backward and the facilities are aging, the waiter still ignores the posture of 25800000 yuan; But the orange juice fish fillet, abalone eggplant, Songjiang osmanthus fish and other specialties are called a enough taste, and his cheeks are bulging when he eats it.

"I've been coming to this restaurant a lot since I was in my twenties, and after so many years...... "Old Ghost Qing eats very little and slowly, after all, he is an old man, and his appetite and digestion are limited.

In fact, cooking is the same as being a person, no matter how fancy the appearance, no strength is also to be looked down upon, the current restaurant restaurant hotel decoration is called a hundred flowers, but today it will open tomorrow and go bankrupt, it is difficult to last long.

These old-school warriors are like this restaurant, a little rustic and simple, but their skills are extraordinary. From the fight against Zhang Qi just now, I can feel that there are very few people who can play with him in China! Besides, the other party is still an old man who is close to old age, if the old ghost is 30 years younger, it is really difficult to distinguish between them.

Taking advantage of this moment, he learned something about the Tang family, it turned out that this family is also ancient and has a origin, and it is also a traditional martial arts that has been inherited in the same line; It's just that the Tang family began to develop on the evil road more than 100 years ago, and there was a saying during the Republic of China that "the Tang family took over and took away people's lives." ”

Some big warlords and big businessmen would hire assassins to assassinate their opponents and rivals, and the Tang family was the most feared of those killers.

"Do you see it?" Suddenly, the old ghost Qing's face sank and he lowered his voice.

"When I came in, I noticed that all the waiters were slightly blue, obviously poisoned, and the few who went into the toilet just now didn't come out again." Zhang Qi muttered in a subtle voice: "There is still one one left, it is estimated that she will also go to the toilet, she should have been given laxatives or something." And in the toilet...... There must be the Tang family lurking! ”

As soon as the words fell, the only remaining waiter in the hall suddenly squatted down, covering his stomach with his hands and wailing: "Ouch, it hurts me to death...... What's going on......"

The old ghost was stunned for a moment, and instinctively stood up......

"Be careful!" Zhang Qi couldn't help but say that the legs under the table were swept away, and the old ghost Qing was swept to his ankles and fell, drenched in cold sweat - a large piece of bamboo mark on the top of his head was deep into the wall, if Zhang Qi hadn't come to his rescue, he would have become a dice a long time ago.

"Whoosh!" The Tang family, dressed as waiters, rolled on the ground, nimble like monkeys.

Zhang Qi hurriedly got up to chase after him, only to see the other party running on the road without fear of traffic, and suddenly a sports car came speeding up, but he jumped lightly, jumped over the roof and the railing of the road, and turned over on the roof.

I rub.

Although he is an enemy, Zhang Qi still can't help but appreciate the other party's light skills, he has this kind of cultivation at this age, and he can be said to be very talented.

The most difficult part of national art is that you have to persevere in practicing for many years, but even if a person with ordinary qualifications spends a long time learning the essentials and going deep into the essence, he is still gray-haired and old, where can he still exert the full power of martial arts? Therefore, talent is very important, compared to the taekwondo Muay Thai karate of foreign devils, the threshold of national art is higher.

The Tang family kid was running on a long slippery building, more swift than those who played parkour, but Zhang Qi's flying knife was like a long eye, and it was accurately inserted in front of his feet, and he stumbled and flew 360 degrees on his heel, and fell heavily to the ground.

"You can run very well...... Get up and give me another jump. Zhang Qi kicked the other party lightly and turned his body over.

Obviously, this guy can't jump anymore, and he just landed on the ground with his face first.

The hands and feet twitched a few times, and the other party actually regurgitated some white foam in his mouth......

"Ah......" Zhang Qi shuddered a little at the sound of the alarm: This is ...... Could it be that these people also poison their own people?