"Chop noodles, senior brother eat more." Zhou Xingzu pushed a bowl of noodles in front of the senior brother.

This is a small stall in the street night market, with barbecue and noodles, you can skewer and drink.

However, beer skewers are too expensive, and Zhou Xingzu only needs two bowls of noodles.

Because of the song he wrote, let the senior brother be beaten today.

Although he has stood up for him, he is still a little reluctant to go. So I just took the senior brother out and had a supper first.

Anyway, the bar is in a mess right now, and there is no way to open at all.

As for the senior brother's cowering demeanor at that time, although Zhou Xingzu saw it in his eyes, he didn't care too much.

He has long known the temper of the elder brother through the movie.

Anyway, it's just for the sake of brushing tasks, so why bother so much about a supporting role.

What's more, the senior brother has to support his family, and it is normal for people to worry about it. Between senior brothers, there is nothing that cannot be solved by a bowl of noodles.

If anything, then... Not solved.

Two bowls of noodles are too expensive, and Zhou Xingzu is reluctant to invite them now.

The elder brother's hair was still wet and smelled of beer, and he had cleaned up the glass slag, but he still looked embarrassed. After taking two bites of noodles, the senior brother finally asked, "You didn't use the powerful King Kong leg tonight." ”

"I used the other two martial arts, and it looks like the legendary, the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, and the bull's paw across the mountain."

"Have you learned a new martial art?"

"Found the rivers and lakes?"

These are the words that the senior brother held in his heart for a night.

Zhou Xingzu nodded: "I did learn new martial arts, but what do you mean by finding the rivers and lakes?" ”

"In modern society, are there still rivers and lakes, senior brother, you are really earthy."

The senior brother threw down the chopsticks fiercely: "You are a soil cannon, have you forgotten what the master said before he died!" ”

"Jianghu, of course, Jianghu."

"It's just that we can't find it......"

"The real rivers and lakes, where is the world of our Shengdou small people. Those of us who have practiced a few martial arts are at most wild, and we can't even find them in the rivers and lakes. And now the rivers and lakes are all in the rich and wealthy, and there is no money to practice martial arts. ”

Zhou Xingzu didn't expect that the world of Shaolin football still has this layer of setting.

It turns out that there is a river and lake waiting for him!

As for winning the Super Cup, that's just the beginning.

And what the senior brother said is very right, there is no money to practice martial arts, and it has been an iron law since ancient times to be poor and rich in martial arts.

Like Zhou Xingzu and others, although they have each practiced a unique skill, there is no room for improvement at all.

If there is no fighting, there is no talk of diligence.

Those who pick up garbage pick up garbage, those who make steamed buns make steamed buns, and those who work as security guards become security guards, people like them cannot be counted as people in the rivers and lakes at all.

Because they have no intersection with other Jianghu people.

It will be looked down upon.

Therefore, after the senior brother found out that Zhou Xingzu had learned new kung fu, he asked him for the first time if he had found the rivers and lakes.

Where are the rivers and lakes?

Zhou Xingzu raised his head and looked at the stars, the rivers and lakes were now in the sky for him.

In the final analysis, rivers and lakes are a circle.

But to enter this circle, you need a threshold and a ticket.

"Now that you know the rivers and lakes, you must do something to earn some prestige." Zhou Xingzu thought silently in his heart, and he couldn't help laughing out loud on his face.

In general, just a few words, form a football team, win the Super Cup, return to the Shaolin Temple, and break into the Jianghu Gate.

The senior brother shook his hand: "Dream." ”

Although he was curious, how did Zhou Xingzu learn new kung fu. But to be honest, I really don't envy it.

If you want to talk about envy, it is still the two hundred yuan that Zhou Xingzu grabbed tonight, which makes the senior brother even more envious.

And what the senior brother is most unaccustomed to is that Zhou Xingzu laughed for no reason, just like a fool.

Zhou Xingzu came back to his senses and said casually: "It's okay, I thought of a way to make money." ”

"Hehe, do you want to promote Shaolin Kung Fu again?"

"I'll contact you then."

Zhou Xingzu's mysterious tone this time also aroused the curiosity of the senior brother, and he kept an extra eye in his heart. But he didn't think that Zhou Xingzu would be able to come up with any good ideas.

After eating the noodles, the senior brother specially instructed: "Today you are fighting the Eighth Taibao of the Bund team, be careful that they will trouble you tomorrow." ”

"I'll wait!"

Zhou Xingzu is indeed waiting for a group of people to send him to the door to slap his face, if he doesn't slap this face, the task of [Hot Blood Street] will not be completed.

Back on the rooftop of Times Square, I had a good night's sleep.

It's another day of picking up trash.

Although he still has more than 100 yuan on his body, Zhou Xingzu did not give up picking up garbage, because that is his job. But today, when I came back from the recycling bin, I was blocked by a large group of people.

Standing at the front is still the Eighth Taibao, but there are still a few strong men behind him.

If there are people who mix on the streets of the Bund, they will know that there are five of the ten Taibao on the Bund today.

There are more than fifty bastards behind him.

This is definitely a big scene that is rare to see in the entire Shanghai market.

The Eighth Taibao, who looked panicked, stood up and stammered at Zhou Xingzu: "You give me all the two hundred yuan yesterday, and pay two thousand yuan for protection, and you can leave." ”

"Otherwise, we will let your corpse sink in the Huangpu River."

There are many people behind the Eighth Taibao, but he doesn't have enough confidence to speak. After all, he was facing his father, and of course he didn't have much confidence in his heart.

If it weren't for the boss's speech, he wouldn't want to bring people to the venue. But yesterday's incident was known by the boss, according to the boss's words, you can be cut down when you come out, but you must not be robbed, and this field must be recovered.

However, the boss is busy with business in the car repair shop today, and the people with him are changing tires, so he can't go to the field in person.

The Eighth Taibao can only bite the bullet and bring people to block the road.

Fortunately, in order to support him, the boss lent him most of the Bund team's manpower.

Otherwise, the Eighth Taibao may not even have the courage to threaten Zhou Xingzu.

Zhou Xingzu stood in place, looked at everyone, took a deep breath, and slowly lifted the two of them: "Call Dad." ”

"Daddy." Out of instinctive fear, the Eighth Taibao habitually blurted out.

But then he felt the hot eyes of everyone, staring at him, which made him regret it.

The Eighth Taibao said in a sigh of relief: "You are so good at fighting, don't use your hands if you have a kind." ”

Zhou Xingzu nodded: "For your father's sake, I won't use my hands today." ”

Although there are more than fifty people who came to block him today, it is several times more than the number of six or seven people in the original plot.

But in fact, Zhou Xingzu didn't plan to use his hands at the beginning, because the task of [Bloody Street] clearly requires that it cannot be completed by hand.

Probably because, football can't be kicked with your hands?