In the courtyard, Murong Yue stood under the osmanthus tree.

The internal force fills the palm, then dissipates the internal force, gathers again, and disperses again......

Seeing her having fun, Chen Yuyan didn't interrupt Murong Yue's happiness without making a sound.

"I don't need to light the lights at night in the future, it's so convenient."

Murong Yue stretched out his hand and shook his fists in a circle, like a child playing with fireworks during the New Year, his smile was clean and pure.

Twenty-year-old age, twelve-year-old soul.

Murong Yue's family was shattered, but fortunately she had a good mother.

Her childhood was bitter, but it was beautiful.

After seeing that Murong Yue was happy, Chen Yuyan walked up to her side and asked with a smile:

"Well, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

"Mmmm, you didn't lie to me, but how did you do it?"

Murong Yue looked at Chen Yuyan with admiration and was convinced.

"Obviously, I used to practice hard for more than two months, and I didn't feel anything."

Chen Yuyan glanced at her and said lightly:

"Have you ever seen anyone who can become a warrior by eating pickled vegetables and steamed buns every day?"

Murong Yue held his chin and thought about it, and added weakly:

"I also ate ravioli......"

Chen Yuyan: ......

"Don't think about your wontons, come and learn martial arts from me."

Chen Yuyan glared at Murong Yue angrily, and the latter shrank back in fright.

"Uh-oh."

Murong Yue hurriedly stood up obediently, concentrating and paying full attention.

What Chen Yuyan planned to teach Murong Yue was the Great Monument Wrestler, one of the seventy-two stunts from Shaolin, and its explosive power was above the Hopeless Knife.

Even the consumption of internal force is extremely terrifying.

But it is one of the most suitable martial arts for Murong Yue, and with the characteristic "gluttony" that she opened up with her promotion to "deep pollution", not to mention that God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha, at least it is a rare opponent in the same realm.

But in the interior scene, she is still a little party.

"Wrestling, the essence of the big wrestler is in this word."

Chen Yuyan stood in front of Murong Yue, gesturing in his hands, explaining the key points of the big monument wrestler.

The latter listens really seriously and learns really slowly.

Chen Yuyan's mouth was dry when he spoke, and Murong Yue hadn't figured out how to do it yet.

Chen Yuyan at first: Grumpy, crazy, don't you understand?

Chen Yuyan now: Respect and blessing.

He now understands why Murong Yue was swept away from the martial arts hall.

But even so, Chen Yuyan did not show the slightest impatience on his face, and still repeated tirelessly.

In the back, Murong Yue felt that he was too slow, his face was interspersed with unconscious shame, and he said dryly:

"Am I stupid that I can't learn such a simple one?"

Chen Yuyan's expression was as usual, "It's because this martial arts book is too cumbersome, don't think about it." ”

"It took me half a month to get started."

Half a month spent a big monument wrestler slotting in someone else's head.

He added in his heart.

Hearing Chen Yuyan's words, Murong Yue put his mind at ease, regained his self-confidence, and continued to work hard to learn to be a big stumbling master.

Chen Yuyan stopped her movements and looked at her quietly.

Sometimes, self-confidence and perseverance are more important than talent.

Chen Yuyan wants to personally cultivate a "gluttonous" Murong Yue who is stronger and more oppressive than in the plot.

......

Baishawu, Yanwutang.

Of the more than 100 streets in Qingke County, Yanziwu occupies 90 of them, the remaining Zhengshiwu accounts for 70 percent, and Baishawu accounts for 30 percent.

As for the wharves, the swallow dock occupies 18, and the Zhengshi dock and the Baisha dock each occupy one.

As for the other gangs, they have no place in Qingke County.

There can only be one voice in Qingke County, and that is the Twelve Serial Docks.

In the martial arts hall, there were many people, and the noise never stopped from the beginning.

"What do you have to do now? Zhengshiwu has bullied us, and we are still sitting! ”

In the center of the martial arts hall, there is a Taishi chair at the top, but it is empty.

Under the first seat above, there are six chairs, all of which are full of people.

The one who spoke just now was the middle-aged man sitting on the far right.

He has fierce eyes, a bare head, and six ring scars, which is one of the hall masters of Baishawu, the "evil monk" Kou Yong.

"Wait, wait until the dockmaster returns."

The rich old man sitting beside him frowned, and the two iron galls that kept turning in his hands showed the greatness of his strength, which was very human.

"Feng Liangkun, it's not your territory that was robbed, of course you don't have back pain when you fucking stand and talk!"

Kou Courage was in a hurry, pointed to his head and scolded: "The group of turtle grandsons in Zhengshiwu are all standing on Lao Tzu's head and shitting, see if you have to let Lao Tzu open his mouth to pick it up!" ”

"The dock owner hasn't been back for more than two months, so I don't know where I'm dying!"

"Shut up!"

Feng Liangkun said angrily, "Kou Yong, don't forget who saved you in the first place, and who helped you sit in the position of the hall master!" ”

"Is this how you return the kindness of the dock lord to you!"

The old man's face was full of rage, and he slapped his hand holding the two iron galls on the table.

Bump –

There was a deafening loud noise, and I saw Feng Liangkun let go of his hand, and the two iron galls had been pinched and flattened and kneaded together.

While the gang below was shocked by Feng Liangkun's strength, they also remembered the name of the old man in front of him, who had reached the age of antiquity.

"Iron gall waiting" Feng Liangkun!

However, Kou Yong sneered, "The dock master hasn't come back for two months, and he hasn't sent a letter. ”

"Now that the people in Zhengshiwu have bullied me, you are not willing to contribute, and when it is your turn to suffer, don't blame me for being cold-blooded and unsympathetic!"

With that, Kou Yong snorted heavily and left.

After Kou Yong left, the rest of the people looked at each other, and no one spoke again, and the scene suddenly became cold.

After a while, the scholar-like elegant man sitting in the right seat in the center got up and said:

"It's not a way to go on like this, the dragons have no leader, it will only lead to the weakening of my Baishawu."

"Send the order down, and gather all the gangs in Baishawu in a few days to discuss the change of the dock owner."

After that, he Shi Shiran left the Yanwu Hall.

After the elegant man left, a large group of people in the martial arts hall also left, and only two of the five hall masters remained.

A strong man with a white scarf on his head, and the other one who remains is the "Iron Courage" Feng Liangkun.

"Lin Wen, Lin Wen, you can't get your wish."

Feng Liangkun looked at the direction in which the elegant middle-aged man left and sneered.

"Ah Cheng, go out with the old man tomorrow."

He turned his head and said to the strong man with a white scarf tied around him.

Song Cheng nodded and did not speak.

He's a man, and he can't make a sound.

Looking at the less than forty percent of the gangs left in the Yanwu Hall, Feng Liangkun sighed tiredly.

Since Mu Yi's father's generation, Feng Liangkun has become the hall master of Baishawu.

Now things are not people, familiar people are dead, scattered, and he is the only old man left in Baishawu.

Putting his hand into his arms, Feng Liangkun clenched the life card that was broken in half, physically and mentally exhausted.

He didn't know if he could keep the Murong family's family business.