"Want to ask me for money?" Michael Beasley stood up with a bang, and he suddenly overwhelmed the three hooligans in terms of momentum, and Li Guanyu sat calmly and calmly on the sidelines with a smile on his face, as if it was none of his business.

But when he saw the white hooligan at the head with trembling arms and beads of sweat pouring out of his body, his face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly dragged Michael Beasley back to his seat, and whispered a reminder in his ear: "This guy must have just finished taking drugs and is delirious, don't force him, this small room is not conducive to our tall people in hand-to-hand combat, and they have murder weapons." ”

As soon as he heard Li Guanyu say this, Beasley immediately knew the important surname of the matter, and shrank his head and stopped hoeing. At this time, Li Guanyu hurriedly took out two hundred pounds from his arms and threw it at the man's feet, saying, "This is all the money we have, let's go now, I promise not to call the anti-narcotics police!" ”

The three white men trembled at the sight of the word 'anti-narcotics police', and their already exuberant spirits became a little sluggish. Hurriedly picked up the two hundred pounds under his feet, and roared "For the sake of Queen Elizabeth's face, I will let you go this time", and walked out quickly.

Bang!

But as soon as the three of them turned around, a huge white pan slammed into the last person, and the three people who walked side by side fell to the ground like dominoes, and they were in pain.

At the same time when Li Guanyu was surprised why a white frying pan had such great power, a pure old Yanjing accent came out - "People can go, and money stays." ”

Li Guanyu half understood, Michael Beasley couldn't understand, and the three people lying on the ground were even more completely confused.

By the time they got up, the old man with the white beard had already walked up to them.

"Hey, be careful, they have knives, and they look like they've just finished taking drugs, so they're not very sane." Li Guanyu saw that the old man was putting himself in danger, and his sense of justice was overflowing for a while, so he actually ventured to the old man's side to pull him away.

But the old man didn't move at all under Li Guanyu's pull, no matter how hard Li Guanyu tried.

"Go farther......" The old man's mouth popped out of the old Yanjing'er voice, and with a wave of his hand, he threw Li Guanyu away, and suddenly Li Guanyu's center of gravity was sharply unstable, and he took three or four steps back to stabilize his body.

At this moment, Li Guanyu was stunned - did he really meet a master?

At the same time, the angry hooligan had already raised his machete and slashed at the old man, but in an instant, Li Guanyu's eyes even blinked twice, and he found that the three white machetes were taken off by the old man and thrown to the ground. The right arms of the three hooligans clucked almost simultaneously and landed vertically beside them, apparently broken.

"Empty-handed? Wrong hands? Li Guanyu was very surprised. Michael Beasley was already screaming, "OhmyGod, Kongfu!" Shifu, I want to learn kongfu! ”

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the three hooligans hadn't completely lost their combat effectiveness, he would not hesitate to rush over and kowtow to the white-bearded old man twenty times and then shout 'Master' just like in the movie.

"Money, take it out, leave." The white-bearded old man still spoke in an old Yanjing accent, and the machete in the hands of the three hooligans was suddenly snatched away, and there was no more tool to strengthen his courage, and his right hand was suddenly unable to exert his strength, so he had already withered. His whole body trembled like chaff, and he didn't know what the white-bearded old man was talking about, so he could only stand there in a daze.

"Smack!"

As brittle as a whip, the old man slapped the hooligan in the head, and suddenly the right side of the hooligan's head was swollen with five boss finger marks.

"Money?" The white-bearded old man flipped his palm over and spoke in a hard Yanjing accent.

The poor rascal didn't understand at all, and was still stunned on the spot, not daring to run or fight back. Those who have watched martial arts movies know a little bit about the power of kung fu.

"Smack!"

The old man covered his hand and slapped him loudly, and suddenly both sides of the hooligan's head were swollen, very even, very symmetrical spirit of the Forbidden City.

"Money?"

Perhaps because of the overflow of sympathy, Li Guanyu prompted: "Money! ”

When the hooligan heard this, he was relieved, and hurriedly rummaged through his pocket with his left hand, searched for it for a while, took out all the change of two hundred pounds and his own body, and put it in the old man's hand.

When the old man saw this, he turned to Li Guanyu and asked, "How much did they take from you?" ”

"Two hundred pounds." Li Guanyu replied truthfully.

The old man took out two hundred pounds from a pile of change, then shoved the money into the pockets of the hooligan's head, and pointed his finger out of the door: "Get out, let's see you smoke it once in the future." ”

Although the hooligans couldn't understand what the old man said, they still understood the old man's gestures, so they shouted 'Three grams of oil and horses' and left in a hurry. It is foreseeable that these frightened cowards will not dare to come to the old man to make trouble in this life.

After the three hooligans left, Michael Beasley hurriedly seized the opportunity to run over, fell to his knees with a pop, dragged the old man's feet and pleaded with emotion: "Master, take me as an apprentice!" ”

When the old man heard this, his eyes suddenly fluttered, and his chin was raised. Then he shook Beasley away with his foot mercilessly, turned to Li Guanyu and said, "Translate with this, I never teach gringo kung fu." ”

After Li Guanyu heard this, he hurriedly explained to Michael Beasley, who was still stalking. After hearing this, Michael Beasley looked aggrieved, although he tried his best to explain to the white-haired old man nonsense such as 'I love China, my heart belongs to China'. But the old man didn't understand half of the sentence, but when he crawled over, he kicked it away, and after four or five times of this, Michael Beasley finally stopped pestering, and the old man went back to the small room to continue making roast duck.

Patting the dust on his body and sitting back in his seat, Michael Beasley said very aggrievedly: "Lee, why doesn't he teach me kung fu?" Is it because I'm dark-skinned? This is racism, and I can sue him. ”

Li Guanyu smiled slightly after hearing this, and comforted: "No way, Chinese masters have their own unique tempers. You can see how he dresses and talks, he still wears a riding coat and doesn't speak English, which is enough to show the stubbornness in his heart. ”

"But I really want to learn kung fu." Michael Beasley is adamant and still fanatical about kung fu, even after being kicked by a white-haired old man no less than five times.

"Hehe, I guess there's no way." Li Guanyu shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly. He's not very interested in what it is, as the saying goes—no matter how good the kung fu is, it's a brick to be knocked down. Now that they have long been out of the era of cold weapons, if the three hooligans just now had brought guns, the situation would be different.

At this time, the old man took out two plates of roast duck that had been cut and put them in front of the two, said 'eat slowly' and sat on a small rocking chair next to him, slowly swaying, humming Peking Opera 'singing face' in a simple and desolate voice while shaking.

Eating roast duck that tastes more authentic than Quanjude, and listening to the quaint old Peking Opera, it is also harmonious.

Michael Beasley was a thief, and kept looking at the old man while eating, trying to seize the opportunity to apprentice. Li Guanyu ate very fragrantly, had no distractions, and enjoyed it very much.

In between humming, Li Guanyu, who was completely relaxed, did not forget to interject: "Uncle, how long have you been out?" ”

"Forty-two." The old man solemnly stretched out two hands, one four and one two, with a very serious expression.

"Why don't you learn English?" Li Guanyu continued to ask.

"Don't learn." The old man shook his head solemnly, was silent for a while, and said, "The bird language of foreigners is not worth learning from us Chinese. ”

Li Guanyu didn't answer, because he didn't know how to answer, after all, he himself was now a mouthful of foreign devils.

After a long while, the old man suddenly asked Li Guanyu, "Is the Olympics in our capital lively this year?" ”

"Lively!" Li Guanyu nodded vigorously.

"Hey, that's nice." The old man slapped his thigh with excitement.

"You didn't go back and see?" Li Guanyu asked cautiously along the way.

As soon as the old man heard this, the excitement on his face suddenly dissipated a lot, and he rehung the heaviness and desolation, and after a long while, he replied faintly: "Why are you going back?" Gone is home. ”

After Li Guanyu heard this, he was silent again, just lowered his head and stuffed the roast duck on the plate into his mouth.

At this time, the old man looked at Li Guanyu carefully, looked at it for a while, slapped his thigh, stood up, pointed at the dazed Li Guanyu with an excited face, and said loudly: "Finally let me find a pure yang body, haha, the master is very lucky!" The teacher is fortunate, God opens his eyes, God opens his eyes. ”

After Li Guanyu heard this, he had some enlightenment in his heart, but he was quickly snuffed out by himself - it won't be so bloody, isn't this a martial arts world?

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