The mountain road is long, and it is a long walk. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the road down the mountain, it is not uncommon to see luxurious vehicles driving from the wealthy residential area on the top of the mountain to the city center, probably also going to the auction.

However, Wang Chao was not in a hurry, he carried a rucksack with a few clothes and small things in it, threw his arms apart, and strode forward.

Every step is as if it has been measured, drastic and long.

It's a sign of mastery of one's own body down to the smallest detail.

In ancient times, Confucius went to Chu to collect wind and saw a hunchbacked man in the woods holding a bamboo pole to catch cicadas on the tree, as if picking up things on the ground, and his skills were very superb.

Confucius was amazed and asked about the magic method.

The old man replied: No matter how vast the world is, there are many things, in my heart there are only the wings of the cicada, and when I catch the cicada, I can grasp it with my hands and be handy.

The same thing.

The same is true for boxing, to concentrate and practice to the point of sincerity and perfection, to have great control over one's own body, and to be able to exert incomparable potential.

He fell along the road and fell together, which did not seem particularly fast to ordinary people, but in the blink of an eye he was a long distance away.

Like a horse running, like a python swimming through the jungle, all the way forward, without stopping.

In the past three days, the old man also told Wang Chao about the specific cultivation formulas and methods of the twelve forms of Xingyi, although he would not practice them all, but he could also touch the analogy, choose the advantages of other forms, and turn the essence into his own use.

Now Wang Chao integrates the horse shape and snake shape into his footwork and body style, supplemented by the monkey shape and eagle shape, and on the way, he walks to evolve all kinds of boxing mysteries.

This is also a practice of boxing, which can grow kung fu.

Xingyi is also the meaning of "walking", getting up and lying down, standing up, eating and drinking, are all a kind of practice.

It took me more than half an hour to get to the neighborhood down the mountain.

By this time, it was getting dark, and neon billboards lit up all over the street.

The night is like cold water, and the city is noisy.

"It's almost six o'clock." Wang Chao raised his hand and looked at his watch.

The auction starts at seven o'clock, and there is still a lot of time, so there is no hurry.

Along the street, I took a taxi, greeted the driver, and drove towards the Tsim Sha Tsui venue.

The night is full of lights.

In the buildings and shops along the way, the flow of cars and people turned into shadows on the window glass and shrank backwards.

With the noise of the city, it was not long before we arrived at a huge golden building with colorful neon signs, which were the Christie's logo in English.

Wang Chao sat in the car and saw this huge auction venue, where people from all walks of life came in and out.

The huge open-top parking lot and underground parking lot on one side of the venue have been filled with all kinds of luxury cars, such as Audis, Ferraris, Land Rovers, etc., driving in and out like ants, and the scene is extremely grand.

The blue taxi that Wang Chao was riding in was particularly abrupt in a bunch of expensive traffic, and the owner of the luxury car kept honking his horn behind him, asking him to quickly give way.

"Brake ......"

The tires rubbed, and the taxi driver carefully parked the car on the side of the open space in front of the venue, and quickly made way for the people behind.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

The car had just stopped.

A middle-aged man who looked like a security guard came out of the duty room next to the venue, holding a baton in his hand, and walked over and shouted at this side.

"Don't you know that parking is not allowed here, why don't you hurry up and leave? Why are you a broken taxi occupying the aisle, let's go! The male security guard walked over, his face was very stinky, and he immediately reprimanded the driver.

"Sir, look, this ......" The driver couldn't help it, and turned his head to Wang Chao, who was sitting in the co-pilot.

After all, it was Wang Chao who asked to stop here.

"You go first." Wang Chao took out the fare and paid it, opened the car door and walked down.

The driver nodded, turned his head and whistled away.

"Hey, I said what's the matter with you, the car is gone, how can you still ......" The male security guard looked at Wang Chao dressed ordinarily, not very polite, raised his baton, and was ready to drive people away.

"Huh?"

Wang Chao got out of the car, and when he heard that the security guard was so unrelenting, he raised his eyebrows and stared at him with his eyes!

Syllable!

Like substance, Wang Chao's eyes were like fire, like two sharp lightning bolts, striking at once, his eyes were like wolves and tigers, extremely terrifying.

"You ......" The security guard suddenly shook with fright, feeling like he was being targeted by a Siberian tiger, and the baton in his hand fell to the ground.

Wang Chao stared at him for a few seconds, and then slowly closed his eyes.

The security guard took a few steps back in a bit of panic, like a man's back, his face was white, and a layer of white sweat was on his body.

"Here's my invitation."

I don't want to say anything more.

Wang Chao reached into his pocket and took out a palm-sized delicate card, which was gilded and painted with fine patterns.

It was mailed by Ma Diyu before, and it was a status symbol for entering the auction venue.

"Goo!" The male security guard swallowed hard, took the invitation in disbelief, flipped through it, confirmed that it was correct, and immediately handed it back with both hands.

"Sir, you have a VIP invitation from our auction house for this grand auction, and you can indeed enter......

Wang Chao nodded expressionlessly, and directly missed the body of this security guard and walked away.

"Hell yes!"

When Wang Chao's body disappeared into the door of the venue, the security guard gasped for breath and muttered and cursed.

………………

Push open the door.

Behind the glass door is a huge architectural space, which is luxuriously decorated and atmospheric, combining Chinese and Western.

Otherwise, there are people walking back and forth, wearing dresses, skirts, delicately dressed, glamorous, and there are cameras and seated reporters in the corners.

Obviously, this is an extremely grand spectacle.

Wang Chao was dressed ordinarily, wearing only a black white-collar suit, he was like a slippery fish, swimming in the crowd, carefully looking for his seat against the number of seats on the invitation.

"Number 280, it's here."

He was extremely fast, dodging in the dense crowd, occasionally interjecting stitches, and soon found his seat.

It was a sofa leaning against the corner of the wall, and in front of it was a coffee table with tea, snacks, and a large number plate.

"That's a lot of money!" Wang Chao sat down, there were hundreds of seats like this in this venue.

Wang Chao was not in a hurry, so he picked up a glass of red wine and tasted it carefully.

After a while, a hint of wine lingers on the tip of the tongue, and the aftertaste is endless.

Suddenly.

There was a small commotion at the door, and Wang Chao raised his eyes.

I saw a group of people walking in from outside the glass flip door of the venue, led by a middle-aged man with glasses.

This man has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a shaved head, wears a tailored suit, leather shoes, and tie, mature and steady, his figure is neither thin nor fat, and he is extremely energetic now.

He walked widely on the passageway, surrounded by a group of people on the left and right, full of momentum, and attracted the attention of many people as soon as he entered.

"Isn't this the chairman of a large company in Guangdong?"

"Yes, I heard that he not only does well in business, but also can fight, what is the name of the Guangdong Three Tigers......"

There were people in the room who were talking.

Wang Chao's ears moved, and when he heard the conversation, he was shocked, could it be that this person was Xu Zhen?

I couldn't help but be surprised, and my eyes looked again.

Brush!

I forgot to cover it up now, it was a little abrupt, the man seemed to be aware of it, turned around and looked around, and immediately locked on Wang Chao's side the next moment.

"Huh?"