Lin Fatzi was dumbfounded: "Damn, Brother Hao Nan really came back from the rescue troops in Causeway Bay!"

"Don't tie up with your servants!" Dong Haonan on the opposite side was also obviously taken aback.

"Second Senior Brother, what do you order?"

'Second Senior Brother?' Tang Long and the three of them were also stunned at this moment.

"This is the second senior brother of our Xinyi Gym," the cripple introduced.

"I'm top, you boy, hurry up, these few are in danger."

"You have knives and sticks, and you say we are in danger? Pick, don't think that if you call Brother Haonan, I'm afraid of you, deaf, one hit ten, you can cover it, right? Lin Fatzi was domineering and leaking, and he was a little scared when he leaked, and said in a low voice.

"I heard from the senior brother that someone kicked out of the gym, teach them a lesson!"

"No need, those three street boys have been overturned by this big guy."

Dong Haonan touched his eyes, which were still a little blue, and said suspiciously: "Them?"

"That's them!"

The two groups were a little embarrassed, after all, there was only a fight a day ago, and the cripple boy felt that something was wrong and asked, "Do you know each other?"

"Of course I know, this kid molested the chick of our deaf family, and I beat him up, do you know him?"

"It's just a ditch girl, I just want to invite her to drink tea and watch the show, even if you don't agree, I know that she is so excited," Dong Haonan shrugged: "Don't know each other, please eat."

"No," Tang Long shook his head and patted Nie mm's little hand, she was still a little scared, "It's over, let's go." ”

"Don't fight, let's go!" Dong Haonan saw that there was nothing to do, so he said hello and left with someone.

"Senior brother, please go, don't invite you!" The cripple kid was very enthusiastic, and dragged the three of them to his house for dinner, mainly because the fat man Lin was hungry and wanted to eat.

The three of them followed him around and around to a housing estate, which is also known as public housing, low-rent housing, houses for the poor in Hong Kong.

Listening to the cripple boy's introduction, it turned out that he was not an apprentice of Xinyi Boxing Gym, but just a handyman inside, helping his mother earn some living expenses.

"Cripple, go back!"

"After eating?"

Only then did the three of them feel the real life at the bottom of Hong Kong, all kinds of food stalls and stalls on the street, clothes sellers, diviners, and all kinds of grandmothers wandering around in pajamas, which was very novel to them.

He followed the cripple to a corner of the noodle stall, with a row of cooking compartments in the middle, and various raw materials and condiments next to it.

"Boss, four bowls of Che Tsai noodles, plus some sloppy pork."

"Add me another pork rice rolls," Lin Fat Zihao said without seeing the outside.

"You're such a pig, eat so much!" Nie Qianqian kicked the fat man gently, the girl was empathetic, and she had long seen that the other party's family was relatively poor, and she was messing with other people's money.

"It doesn't matter, a few bowls of noodles cost a few dollars," the cripple said innocently.

"Cripple, got rich? Invite someone to eat noodles?" The owner of the stall said as he stirred the noodles.

"My friend is here."

"Do you still have to volunteer in the almshouse after eating?"

"Uncle He helped my family a lot when my father died, so it's right to take a look."

"Pick, you are so filial, Hong Kong's top ten outstanding young people should choose you!" The boss scolded with a smile, shook the spoon, and added weight to the four people's car noodles.

"Yes, Andy asked for it back then, so I gave it to him."

Tang Long tasted this kind of car noodles, smooth and refreshing, as well as braised sausages, pork skin, the soup is a broth made of big bones, very tasteful, Lin Fatzi in the angry glaring of the two people, forced to eat five bowls, shameless.

After eating, the three of them had nothing to do, and followed the cripple boy to see what he called Uncle He, according to him, this old man was a native of Guangdong, who came to Hong Kong during the great famine and lived there for forty years.

When I arrived at the almshouse, the old man He was sitting on the bench basking in the sun, and when he saw the cripple, his eyes lit up: "Yo, bring a friend to see me today."

"Yes, they're with you," said the cripple with a grin, and took out a few quilts to dry.

"Hey, you're also from the mainland? Can Foshan still have enough to eat now? ”

"......" Lin Fatzi.

"I can eat enough, you see that this guy next to him is fat," Tang Long vomited.

"Also, I heard that our mainland is developing rapidly, so it's like going back to see it, and the fallen leaves are back to the roots," Uncle He sighed, and then squinted his eyes again, "Boy, have you eaten overnight porridge?"

"What?" Tang Long was stunned for a moment and asked rhetorically.

"I ask you if you know how to martial arts," Uncle He explained: "The weather in the south is hot, and those who practice martial arts still have a positive job during the day, so many times they practice martial arts at night, and when they are tired of practice, they eat supper and drink porridge, strange?" You kid is not shallow, so you don't understand the rules of the rivers and lakes?"

Before Tang Long could reply, Lin Fatzi became excited: "Senior, you can see at a glance, is it some hidden master in the world?"

"I have a high vision, but I don't know martial arts, we are from the hometown of Foshan martial arts, Huang Feihong, Ip Man, Mo Guilan, Su Qier, Tieqiao San, which is not from us, I grew up, I watched people practice martial arts every day, I have watched people practice martial arts for more than 20 years, is it a master, I can see at a glance, the kid opposite, a body of muscles, like an old python, the temples on both sides, must be drummed first and then shrinked, this is to practice kung fu inside, definitely a master of boxing! Guangdong Ten Tigers-like characters. ”

Tang Long was a little admired, not because he was praised by him, but because of his basic fists and feet, when he was around lv6, for a period of time, the sides of his temples were bulging high, and his height opened up like sprouts at that time.

"Master? Then he is even more powerful with our Dai Pavilion Master! The cripple asked.

"Those hall owners, they think they have learned the true transmission of both hands, they treat the acting method as a fighting method, and the playing method as a practice method, they don't have the ability to do it themselves, and they still fool others, which is simply misleading," He Lao sneered, and seemed to be very disdainful of those hall owners.

"Is it true or false? I've heard that the highest secret of our Mind Fist is a song duel?"

"The old boxers are not highly educated, they don't know a few big characters, and the song is just to be catchy and express their own boxing experience, and the disciples don't study and learn, realize the physical feeling that produces the formula, and produce a more vivid description method, but instead treat it as Confucius, isn't it stupid, hey, is it difficult to make up a formula? I'll make it up too. ”

"Uncle, then let me ask you, have you really seen the fight of martial arts masters, I'm so curious!" Lin Fatzi is a layman and is only interested in this aspect.

"Fight?" Uncle He had a good impression of this fat boy, thought about it, and explained: "Have you read the novel? The current fighting in the ring is like Jin Yong's chivalrous duel, a dozen times and a few nights; And the way of playing Guoshu is like a master duel in Gu Long's novel, there is no fixed move, and life and death are determined in three or four times. ”

Tang Long was thoughtful, but Lin Fatzi said he didn't understand: "Uncle, you just say, which one is more powerful?"

"Then let me ask you, Ximen Fuxue and Wang Chongyang fought, who do you think will win?" Uncle He laughed and didn't explain anymore.

"You understand?"

"I kind of understood," Tang Long nodded and said with a smile.

"Who will win?" The fat man asked with a blank eye.

"Guess ......"