?? I turned around and looked at Er Bing with a horrified gaze.

Er Bing was stunned for a moment, and then remembered something. Raise your hand to take off the big security cap buttoned on your head, swish, and fly away. In the end, he said seriously: "Brother, smash me." Really try it, I've been practicing this iron head for a long time. "

I shuddered, and a ray of foreboding suddenly rose in my heart.

"Don't do it, brother, are you doing this?" I hesitated.

"Brother, you look down on me."

I said, "So, I'll try?" "

"Come on, it's okay. Run here and smash it, hard, you took the brick. Smash hard. "

I looked around and saw that there seemed to be a few bricks in the grass not far away, so I went over and found one at random. I was worried that it was a special bread brick made by Erbingdi, so I also knocked it twice.

Very real big bricks.

Red bricks, very hard, very hard.

I took the bricks and walked over.

Er Bing patted his head and took another deep breath.

I looked and looked, and I said, "I smashed it." "

"Uh-huh!"

Er Bing nodded twice.

"It's smashed!"

"Uh-huh."

I take the bricks, I grit my teeth and raise my horn!

"Oh my god." Er Bing snorted.

At the same time as the brick clicked and shattered in half, a wisp of red blood came down the door of Erbing's brain.

Under the moonlight.

I looked at Er Bing.

Er Bing looked at me.

Finally, he stretched out his hand and wiped his face.

Then put your hand in front of your eyes and look at it.

"Blood, Blood"

Just screamed twice in a row

Er Bingdi's eyes rolled and he fell to the ground.

I stood still, letting the cold evening breeze blow slightly messy for a moment. I put the small half brick in my hand in front of me and looked at it carefully.

I fainted.

It turned out to be a brick that had been removed from the wall, and one side of the brick actually protruded several sharp cement ballasts.

Don't say anything, I'll fly bricks, carry people, and run to the hospital!

Two hours later, in the emergency room of a nearby hospital.

Er Bing sat beside me, reached out and touched his bandaged head, and said to me seriously: "Brother, there is a little accident today, another day, another day, you can try my iron head skill again, by the way, I will let you see the stele opener." "

I patted Er Bing on the shoulder and said in a deep tone, "Er Bing, your kung fu is very good!" It's really amazing, I know it all, I understand it all. Erbing, you don't need to show me, you really don't need to. "

Er Bing sighed lightly.

"Alas! It's really unfavorable, I've been afraid of blood since I was a child, and I faint at the sight of blood. Brother, this makes you worried. By the way, how much is the medical bill, I have it in my pocket."

Er Bing took out his pocket and took out seven pieces of five. Fengtou Gong.

I pressed his hand down.

"Okay, okay, you don't have to worry about the medical expenses, don't worry, I'll pay for this money, I'll pay it."

"Brother, how can this be done. Wait for me to pay my salary, pay you back my money, by the way, how much is it, you bring that list to me to see. "

Although I repeatedly said that I didn't need to pay Erbing, but Erbing didn't agree, I grabbed the list, and after carefully reading the number, I put it into my own pocket, and said that I would pay back the money at the end of the month.

Ten minutes later, the CT film came out, saying that his head was fine, and he just let Er Bing go home to recuperate.

In this way, I left the hospital with Er Bing.

When I came out, I had to take a taxi to Er Bing and send him back.

Er Bing disagreed, saying that it was too expensive to take a taxi in the capital, and the place where he lived was not far from here, only four or five kilometers, and it would take a while to walk.

I couldn't argue, so I agreed.

Okay, let's go!

On the way back, I chatted with Er Bing, and then I knew his basic origins.

Erbing, a native of Shaanxi, moved his family to Henan when he was about thirteen years old to raise sheep for others. At that time, Er Bingshu didn't read anymore, so he lived with a flock of sheep every day.

During this time, he met a lonely old man who lived in the mountains.

The old man is over 70 years old and lives in a dilapidated house.

Er Bing is kind-hearted, and when he sees the old man's hard life, he often brings some rice and noodles to the old man.

After coming and going, Er Bing knew that the old man's surname was Lu.

This old man Lu didn't say where he was from, nor did he say why he came to this place.

He asked Er Bing Bazi, and after looking at the bones, he said that he wanted to pass on some things to Er Bing.

This thing is what I know, iron head work, stele opener, strong legs.

In the future, the situation is basically similar to the process of meeting Ma Biaozi. Anyway, Er Bing has a tendon, tell him how to practice, he will practice, and in the end he really let him practice.

Old man Lu left half a year before Er Bing left home, and the old man also gave him some advice, such as asking him not to show any kung fu casually and so on.

Not long after Mr. Lu left his hometown, the sheep did not need to be scattered, because a large-scale base had been formed.

Erbing's parents worked in the base, he had nothing to do, after feeding the sheep for a few days, a relative in Xi'an was a security captain in the capital, and he heard that Erbing had nothing to do, so he recruited him to the capital as a small security guard.

This Erbing has only been in the capital for a few months.

Behold, everything is fresh.

After a month or two of freshness, he let Kung Fu hold back his panic again. Later, he walked around the neighborhood and found this small park, and then, like me, jumped into the wall and began to practice his kung fu.

Before, we were staggered in time.

Today, Er Bing practiced for a while, and this is what he saw me.

And then I had this contact.

Er Bing asked me what I was doing, and I said that I was just working for people, not doing anything else.

Er Bing said, yes, you don't need to learn martial arts, it's too embarrassing. If you knew this, you might as well not learn.

I didn't say anything, I just told him that heroes will be useful in the end, and he doesn't need to be anxious about this.

Then, when we arrived at the security dormitory where he lived, Er Bing and I left each other's mobile phone numbers. They also made an appointment with each other to jump over the big wall into the park at a fixed time every day, and practice together under the crooked neck tree.

I sent Er Bing back to the dormitory that day, and when I saw that he was fine, I took a taxi and went home alone.

That night, I thought I had found a friend with whom I could practice martial arts, and although this friend had a little bit of a 'two', I liked to make friends with him, and the reason was that he was simple!

You can see the simplicity in his bones from his eyes.

His heart is cleaner, cleaner than all the high-level intellectuals, top white-collar workers I've seen in schools and gyms.

But the truth is that simple

In the next half a month, Er Bing really practiced martial arts with me every day.

I did open my eyes.

His stele opener is really powerful, a granite slab almost ten centimeters thick, and it can be smashed with a palm.

As for the strong legs, I took them a few times.

His legs are heavy, not inferior to those kicks made by Qiao Xiong when he was at his strongest.

And according to Er Bing's words, he still kicked hard, if he kicked it hard, I guess I really had to be lucky to resist his leg strength.

The second way of practicing Bing Gong is very special.

He stands in a kind of horse step, and then uses the breath, the breath, and the way he beats the whole body to practice something called a breath.

He is very special in holding his breath, that is, he can continue to breathe after inhaling, not holding his breath.

This practice is supposed to be derived from an ancient form of outer martial arts.

And I only asked a few words and didn't ask any more questions, after all, this is someone else's thing. The most taboo thing in martial arts is to use words to set other people's kung fu.

Those who do that are extremely shameless.

One night at the end of the month, after Er Bing came, he suddenly stuffed me with a handful of money.

I hurriedly asked what that meant.

Er Bing said that last time, I slapped his head badly, and the money I paid for the medicine was paid back to me.

I was in a hurry and hurriedly said no, no.

The second Bing does not do it.

Later, Er Bing said, let's just fight and whoever wins will come as he says.

"Do you really want to fight?" I squinted at Er Bing.

Er Bing took a big breath of air and squinted at me: "To be honest, I don't accept you." Although you practice gun boxing, my hard qigong is no worse than yours. Hum! "

I said, "Okay, then, I'll ask for advice." "

Er Bing: "Okay, then you're welcome." "

Call!

Er Bing swept over with a big whip leg.

From this whip leg, I can see that Er Bing really has no actual combat experience.

I'm so close to him, and his legs are so high, isn't that the same as looking for a fight?

I ignored it, got up my arm, spun it with a knock, and smashed it on his leg.

Trumpet!

Just like that, at the same time that Er Bing was biting his teeth in pain, his other foot quickly jumped up, and at the same time, the big foot girl shouted, and kicked me in the chest.

I erected a horse-shaped shelf, and then went to the top, but with the strength of a cannon fist, I directly took two forearms and aimed them at his feet, bang!

Crashed into it.

With a strong force, my body instinctively pushed forward.

This strength is not the strength of beating people, but the strength of letting people go.

The release of people should be stretched and stretched, like ocean waves. And the strength of the beating is cold, brittle, like a big gun.

Poor Er Bing, who exerted too much force, didn't leave a back hand, and then the whole person let me fly all of a sudden.

The whoosh flew upside down more than three meters before falling to the grass with a thud.

"Oops, hey, I'll go, I'm not convinced."

Er Bing jumped up, was stunned, and rushed up again.

That's it, you come and go, and I stumble with Er Bing.

Er Bing, this brother, although the actual combat experience is not very good, but what I admire more is that he has a spirit of Xiaoqiang who cannot be killed.

It doesn't matter if it's painful or free.

He pounced twice, moved his arms and legs, and rushed up again

I was infected, and I no longer fought with Er Bing in a teasing manner, but really started with him.

This dozen is more than a week.

Every night, when we got here, we practiced for a while and then started playing each other again.

In the past week or so, Erbing's progress has been rapid.

He was guided by me and had a lot of flexibility in his play. In addition, he added some of his own thoughts.

Especially in close combat, Er Bing can achieve a sudden force, and then Leng Buding suddenly bursts out with extremely strong force.

From this point, I judge that Er Bing has begun to change from an outsider to an insider.

Of course, it is not possible to turn it all at once. It will take him at least five years to make the switch.

We fought for more than a week.

One afternoon in early September, I was in the gym and watched a few new recruits practice their pace.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Pick it up and take a look, Er Binglai's phone.

I didn't think about it that much, and I just got through.

"Brother, help me, I'm in trouble!"