Song Xing is a gambler, Miao Fulin is also a gambler, when Song Xing linked his fate with the victory or defeat of the competition, how to set up this gambling game already had a complete draft in his heart. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The only thing he has to guess now is the psychology of the gamblers on the spot, and the only thing he has to grasp is when Lei Batian will kill Huzi in order to maximize his own interests.

In his heart, there was every reason to believe in Lei Batian, and he completely believed that this urging god who killed thirty-six people in a row in Lianyun Village had the ability to control the overall situation.

What's more, judging from the competition just now, this tiger has nothing special except for his strength and flexibility, and naturally he can't be compared with Lei Batian, a martial artist who has been in a hundred battles.

Song Xing didn't speak, but came to Lei Batian's side, pushed him aside, pulled Huzi up, patted the dirt on his body, and said, "Huzi, let's go back to Tian Hengshan first, and ask Uncle Tian to borrow some money to bury your father first." ”

For Huzi, his life and death are trivial matters, and burying his father is a major matter, and he has no other choice at this moment, so he has to silently follow Song Xing to Tianhengshan.

The gambling contract of the knife fish village has already spread all over the corner of Dengzhou Mansion, and Uncle Tian, who Song Xing has always cared about, has naturally heard of it, and when he saw Song Xing leading the tiger to Tian Hengshan, he said anything, just sighed softly, and asked Tian Chengguang to handle the funeral.

The ancients had the habit of making coffins, and there were ready-made coffins on Tianheng Mountain, which were carried on the ox cart, put on the old cow, and creaked to Huzi's house.

Huzi's home is not a home, a broken thatched hut has long been blown away by the wind, and all that remains is a pile of residues.

Although it is said that the matter is urgent, there is no shortage of procedures for asking a Taoist master to do the dojo, and the two Taoist priests beat gongs and drums for a whole night. Early the next morning, in the sound of crying and dripping, Huzi and his father were buried on a hillside.

Back at Tian Hengshan, Uncle Tian was already waiting in his thatched hut, and when he saw Song Xing, he said reluctantly: "Baby, the boat has been prepared for you, will you go to sea overnight?" ”

"Overnight at sea?" Song Xing looked at Uncle Tian, no wonder he didn't say a word when he came back yesterday, it turned out that he had already made up his mind in his heart, and immediately smiled and said, "It's not my Song Xing's style to escape in case of trouble, since the gambling contract has been made, we can only face it." ”

"Faced? What to face? Baby, you have never practiced martial arts, a person like Huzi who has brute strength but no foundation in martial arts, let alone ten days, even if he has practiced hard for three years, he may not be able to beat Lei Batian. Uncle Tian saw that Song Xing was unmoved, and persuaded him painstakingly.

Facts speak louder than words, Song Xing didn't plan to explain to Uncle Tian, as the patriarch of Tian Hengshan, Uncle Tian himself is a legendary martial arts master, and his worries naturally have his reasons.

Song Xing found a wooden board from the corner of the house and said to Huzi: "Huzi, listening to the tone of Lei Batian's speech, your strength seems to be greater than him, he can punch through the ring, can you break this wooden board with one punch?" ”

After finishing speaking, he handed the plank to Uncle Tian and let him master it. Huzi looked at the thick wooden board in Uncle Tian's hand, shook his head, and said with certainty: "No!" ”

Song Xingzheng said: "Huzi, you tell me clearly, a man can't say no at any time." Come, set up your horse, and fight with all your strength. ”

Wu Hu didn't say anything more, and immediately according to what Song Xing said, he hit the wooden board with all his strength, and the fists and boards intersected, making a dull sound, although Wu Hu's fist felt painful, but the wooden board was intact.

Song walked forward, pointed to the wooden plank and said, "Huzi, do you know why you can't break this plank?" ”

Huzi touched his painful fist and shook his head, also very puzzled, because he didn't use much strength when he saw that Lei Batian piercing the ring.

Song Xing touched his fist and said very seriously: "Your strength is innate, but your speed depends on hard training, so in the next few days, your training will be very hard." ”

Speaking of this, he turned to Uncle Tian and said, "Uncle, I want to teach Huzi a set of boxing techniques in the past few days, you find a few trustworthy people to guard the surroundings, our boxing method cannot be passed on." ”

Uncle Tian saw that Song Xing was both fast and boxing, although he was puzzled, but he didn't ask, as for finding a few trustworthy people, it was really not difficult for him, and immediately said: "In the past few days, you will go to the back mountain to practice, and I will let Chengguang guard it." ”

Song Xingjiao's boxing is actually very simple, it is the set of military boxing he learned in high school military training, and his training method is even more funny, it is those special forces film and television dramas that can be counted on his fingers.

Whether military boxing is useful or not, Song Xing actually doesn't know, because since he practiced this set of boxing methods, he has never used it, of course, if he doesn't practice boxing, he will be empty when he gets old.

With his current body and his hands that can't be caught by this chicken, even if he practices this set of boxing techniques to the fullest, he can only use it to fight mosquitoes, which is more like tickling people than beating people.

This is Song Xing's true inner activity, but in the face of Huzi, he said this, "Huzi, my set of boxing methods is called Thunder God Fist, and there is a strong independence between moves, and it is about killing with one blow, so you must not use it easily when you are against people." ”

Wu Hu saw that Song Xing was speaking cautiously, and he didn't interject, just nodded desperately, his expression had already worshiped Song Xing like a god, his fists were clenched, and he looked eager to try.

Although Song Xing has never practiced martial arts and is not a master of physics, he still knows the most basic principles of mechanics, so he grasps this principle, combined with the teaching of the instructor during military training, and this guidance is also handy.

Wu Hu's strength is very strong, like Song Xing's body, he only needs one hand to lift it, if this person was born in modern times, it would be a pity not to win the weightlifting championship.

On the first day of Song Xing, what Song Xing taught him was not a boxing technique, let alone a routine, but a punch, which was the kind of simple punching taught by the physical education teacher, and especially emphasized the power of kicking the legs and twisting the waist when exerting force.

As the so-called force starts from the ground, he wants Wu Hu to not only kick on the ground when practicing boxing, but also require the body fist to twist in time, and use all the power generated by this twist on the fist to strike with one punch.

It's easy to say, but it seems difficult to do, after Song Xing demonstrated seven or eight times in a row, he felt that his arm was sore, and he couldn't exert half of his strength, so he had to dictate from the side.

So repeatedly, after teaching Wu Hu to punch and exert his strength, Song Xing did not guard him to practice, but made a scarecrow according to Lei Batian's height, and asked him to practice against the scarecrow, and after doing this, he took Tian Niu to Penglai Pavilion to tell the story.

As soon as the bookstall was set up, a lot of gamblers surrounded them, asking long and short questions, knocking on the side, and Song Xing smiled at their questions without saying a word.

Miao Fulin was originally drinking with a few military officials from the Sword Fish Village in Penglai Pavilion, but when he saw that Song Xing was dying and came here to tell stories, his originally smiling face suddenly became cold.