"Camera?"

“OK”

"Light shields?"

“OK”

"Hello, everyone, welcome to watch this issue of Hong Kong and Kowloon events, I'm May, today, students start to study, white-collar workers start to work, teachers and grandmothers start to buy vegetables, everything is normal, so peaceful, but!" The host's tone turned one hundred and eighty degrees here, becoming mysterious.

"Everyone opens the newspaper, do you all see a big headline, a mysterious person forcibly broke into Chasbin Street, and knocked over the owners of six martial arts halls in a row, and the following is an interpolated picture——"

I don't know which good guy took the video, although the lens is blurry, but Tang Long's vigorous skills still show the best success.

"What you just saw is the scene of the battle between the mysterious man and Lin Zhengrong, the current descendant of Hong Fist, known as the Tiger and Crane Heavenly King, everyone has seen it, is this master's fists and feet so sharp and closed?"

"The only clue we know so far is that he is a tourist from the mainland, some people say that he is a Jeet Kune Do descendant, but as far as I know, Mr. Bruce Lee has not been to the mainland in his short life, and some people say that he is a special forces from Zhongnanhai, but according to our station's interviews with some masters, this master is an authentic and no longer authentic hook and inch force."

"There are also rumors that are even more exaggerated, saying that he is a contemporary descendant of the Demon Sect, a Taoist and demon cultivator, proficient in the Divine Palm and the Electric Thunderbolt Foot, the purpose of this time is a big conspiracy to subvert the martial arts!"

"What is the truth? Our reporter, that is, Ah May, has finally found the residence of the master after a lot of hard work, and now let's interview passers-by. ”

The camera turned and focused on a beautiful woman who walked over-

"Hey, pretty girl, do you live here?"

"yes."

"Then did you know that there is a very good kung fu master living upstairs?"

"I don't know, I just came out to buy a bun." Nie mm grinned, shook the convenience bag, and opened his eyes to talk nonsense.

"It's okay, after Ah May's secret visit, I finally found a person related to the master, come to Fat Boy, ah no, Mr. Lin, say hello to the audience in front of the TV."

Lin Fatzi deliberately dressed up, combed his big back, and smeared a little frost, which was so bright that people didn't dare to look at it directly.

"Hello friends in Hong Kong, I am your fat brother."

"Mr. Lin, I heard that you know the master?"

"That's right, we're old friends, and we grew up together in open crotch pants."

"Then may I ask, which school of kung fu is the master practicing?"

"Kung Fu, hum!" Lin Fatzi had a Conan's expression: "Wrong! It's obviously immortal! ”

"Wow! Immortal, are you as surprised as me, Mr. Lin, please continue," the host interjected and handed the microphone over.

"My friend's hometown is Chengdu, there is a mountain in Chengdu, called Qingcheng Mountain, and my friend's elder is the ghost hunter Taoist in the mountain!"

"Ghost Hunter? Wow, the truth is always unexpected, but fat boy, ah no, Mr. Lin, how do you explain that master's skills? ”

"It's very simple, ghosts can be dealt with, let alone people," Lin Fatzi said in a tone that was not strange to anyone who didn't know: "In this way, I'll tell you about the days when I hunted ghosts with my friends, and one morning, fat brother, I just took a shower, and I received a phone call......"

"Call your sister!!" Tang Long finally couldn't help it, ran out of the room, grabbed him by the back collar, and dragged him outside, with a bun in his mouth.

"Damn, I finally have the opportunity to be on TV, don't stop me, this is my first step into the entertainment industry!"

As soon as he saw the main owner, more than a dozen paparazzi squatting downstairs dispatched at the same time, and handed over long guns and short cannons.

"Master, may I ask which boxing technique you are learning?"

"Some people think that you have not been hired by foreign forces to destroy the pride of our Chinese!"

"Excuse me, traditional martial arts and Jeet Kune Do, the side is better?"

"Legend has it that Shuangfeng Tower has already given you a battle post? Do you go or don't go? ”

A Mercedes-Benz drifted in a big circle and stopped in front of a few people, "Big guy, get in the car!" Dong Haonan stuck his head out of the window.

Tang Long hurriedly climbed into the car like being chased by a dog, sweating profusely, more tired than fighting with ten Lin Zhengrong.

A dozen steering wheels spewed out a cloud of exhaust fumes, sprinkled on the bodies of these paparazzi, and in the sound of coughing, they walked away.

"Master, do you like it or not? This trick of mine. ”

"Damn, it turned out that you arranged it!" Tang Long was angry.

"I'm so excited, I'm helping you," Brother Haonan is still more afraid of this guy who can fight ten, "Think about it, if you want to continue to kick the gym, how about people close the door and not take you to play?" You can't force your way in, it's illegal. ”

"So you make a big deal out of it and make it known to everyone, so that those boxers can't get off the stage, and they can't fight if they want to!?"

"Correct solution, master, you punch well, and your brain is so smart."

"I thank you so much," Tang Long rolled his eyes, "Not many Hong Kong people recognize me now?" ”

"What's more! I didn't expect this news to be so exciting, and the wireless stations are reporting it! Dong Haonan's eyebrows danced, "Now several ** fields have made a bank, bet that you can knock over a few martial arts halls, winning one is one to one, five is one to five, ten is one to twenty, if you play the entire Chasbin Street, that is what Bruce Lee didn't do back then, one to one hundred!! ”

"I'll rub," Lin Fatzi also got excited, "How to bet, I'll also play two." ”

Seeing that Tang Long had a tendency to blacken, Brother Hao Nan hurriedly added: "Don't worry, I've already said hello, hit your face with a mosaic, I know that you are low-key."

"What's the low tone," Lin Fatzi said dissatisfiedly: "What era is it now, the era of eyeball economy, you don't show your face, how can I brag to others in the future, my brother is invincible all over Hong Kong and Kowloon!"

"I thank you again," Tang Long said weakly, "My mother must know that I fight with people every day in Hong Kong, and she will beat me to death, which is worse than cleaning up the door, this is called rectifying the family style." ”

"Where's Qianqian?"

"She said she was afraid that I would be distracted and waited for me at home."

"So virtuous," Fat Lin said enviously.

"Master, Shuangfeng Tower has arrived!"

Tang Long's face was straight, not a hippie smile, he exuded the confidence and demeanor unique to a martial artist, and the whole person was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, raising his head.

The antique gatehouse, in addition to the two stone lions, on the door panel, there are two couplets -

Uplink: Heroes soar and swing their tails

Downlink: The male fist releases the tiger's head high

Plaque: Shuangfeng Building

"Dragon, tiger, phoenix," Tang Long hesitated: "Is it so majestic?"

The gate creaked open, and the two rows of warriors stood upright with their backs upright, dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him.

He put the invitation on a red cloth plate that he had prepared a long time ago, and walked in with his head held high.

The iQue is free to be free, thoughtless and desireless

Although the claws of the tiger are fierce, it is difficult to disturb this realm

The breeze is breezy and the pine forest at the end of the mountain

and the oak of the deep valley, and its sound is different

There is no thought or worry, and you enter the realm of emptiness

There seems to be something moving, and everything changes naturally

Only the eye can see, but the hand cannot reach

The moon in the water, the clouds and mist float in the air, often changing their shape

The sun and the moon walk on it, and its light shines constantly

Follow the path of chaos, ethereal and forgetful

Although there was no battle with the enemy, the victory or defeat was decided

(Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, due to readers' requests, it was changed to Mandarin writing for everyone's convenience)

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