"Brother Dong, I'm ...... I...... I can't do this kind of thing, if Tai Sui knows about it, the whole family will die...... Why don't you let that Ah Jun call?" looked at Chen Dong, who was sitting on the sand of his kennel-like residence, rubbing his hands and shaking his head.

Chen Dong quietly looked at the plane with a cigarette in his mouth: "Make a phone call? Longcheng is full of committee people, and the walls have ears! This matter is indeed risky, of course I know the consequences, but now you also know that the poison emperor Chen Xingxiang is ready to attack Tai Sui, if we can take advantage of the chaos to push him Tai Sui into the pit, wouldn't I be able to jump out? Could it be that I will nest in the boxing ring of Longcheng and wait for death? I don't want you to kill people and deliver a message. ”

The plane lowered his head in embarrassment, Chen Dong waited for two minutes, and got up impatiently: "When I haven't talked about it, do you know that I will make friends with you, because I think you are righteous enough to take care of those crippled fighters, I always thought that people who are righteous enough will be brave enough, count me wrong, I'm sorry, go first." ”

After speaking, Chen Dong patted the shoulder of the plane and walked outside.

The plane turned his head: "Which one do you want to pass this news on?"

Chen Dong stopped and turned his head to show a smile at the plane, and beat the other party's chest hard: "Lianying News Wan Chai Zha Fit, King Ming, you must see him in person before you can speak." ”

Airplane Lan nodded, scratching his slightly messy head and smiling reluctantly: "I'll be out of the city right away, Brother Dong, I hope I won't die." ”

Chen Dong threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it: "I don't want to die, but I have a chance to get out of this fire pit, what if I fight with my life once, the big deal is death, I have lived in this kind of place for so long, think about it, if I continue to live, it is better to die, even if I die this time, I can also die, otherwise I will agree with Ah Jun's words." ”

"What did that Ah Jun tell you? You and him are like yellow paper brothers. The plane looked at Chen Dong and asked.

Chen Dong turned his head to look out of the dark window and shook his head: "I have talked too much, but there is a sentence that I agree with in a chat, he said that in this world, the poor who have no power want to turn over, then women can sell their ** and dignity, and men have only one way, that is, to gamble with their fists and this life." ”

"...... who will die," Airplane Ran said softly after a few seconds of silence.

Chen Dong smiled and pointed at him with his finger: "If you don't die, you will call a bet? If you lose, you will die yourself, and if you win, you will die your opponent, see if you are tough enough?"

......

"Ahem!ahem!" Yang Zhenming walked from the bedroom behind the martial arts hall to the courtyard with his clothes on.

In the main courtyard of the martial arts hall, the senior brother of the martial arts hall was dancing an eyebrow-raising stick in an airtight air, and each stick swept out with a whistling sound.

Hearing Yang Zhenming's cough, the senior brother of the martial arts hall stopped his movements, walked over without panting and his face was not red, and showed a smile before he spoke: "Dad, you are not in good health, the night breeze is cold, don't go out of the room." ”

Yang Zhenming pointed to the eyebrow stick in his son's hand: "I heard the wind whistling in the back bedroom, so I will come to dance the stick late at night?"

"I'm a little excited, just now Uncle Biao from Shenzhen called and said that they were going to Hong Kong to participate in the martial arts exchange meeting held by the Chinese Guoshu Association, and asked me if I wanted to see Hong Kong, of course I said okay, I haven't been to Hong Kong since I was a child. The elder brother smiled at his father and told him what he had just gotten.

Yang Zhenming frowned: "Xia Zhenbiao, what is his identity, he is actually qualified to participate in the martial arts exchange meeting, his fist and foot kung fu have been practiced for ten or eight years in his life, and he is not qualified to open a museum and accept apprentices." ”

The senior brother shook the Qi Mei stick and threw it to the side, the Qi Mei stick accurately landed on the weapon rack in the courtyard, threw away the weapon, and the senior brother pushed Yang Zhenming towards the room:

"Uncle Biao is now the owner of a martial arts hall, don't you speak ill of him all day long, speaking of which, I'm going to Hong Kong, Dad, don't you nod?

Yang Zhenming was pushed into the hall of the martial arts hall by his son, and said thoughtfully:

"It's not impossible to go to Hong Kong, your master is buried in Hong Kong, none of us have gone to the grave to worship her, if you want to go, remember to go to the cemetery in Hong Kong to worship the priest, she hugged you when you were born. ”

"That's agree, I asked Peng Fei and Wu Zhong to accompany me, and the rest of them stayed to take care of you. After waiting for his father to sit down in the hall, the senior brother poured him a cup of hot water and asked with a smile.

Yang Zhenming nodded: "Ah Yong, be careful when you go out, remember not to have a bad relationship with others, those who practice martial arts value martial arts, and keep the word anger in mind, Ah Wu was wanted by the public security everywhere for this murder, that is, because he violated the ban with martial arts, and killed people in anger." ”

The senior brother nodded: "I don't even dare to kill chickens, how can I kill people for no reason?" Don't worry, Dad, just going to participate in the exchange meeting, I'm afraid that my seniority is not qualified to compete with my colleagues in Hong Kong." ”

Listening to his son's humble tone, Yang Zhenming nodded and stopped making a sound, took a sip of hot water, got up and went back to the bedroom, he didn't even have the qualifications to learn from his colleagues in Hong Kong? Yang Zhenming shook his head with a smile as he walked, his son knew that if he could continue to hide his son's knife for five years to hone his mind, and when he was thirty years old in five years, he would not dare to boast that the Southern School of Martial Arts was the first, but among the five Southern Fist factions, Hong Liu Cai, Li Mo, he would definitely be the best.

Martial arts is about talent, talent and diligence, both indispensable to win the championship.

After a hundred years, Yang Zhenming hopes that when people in the martial arts mention his name, he will not be the disciple of Mo Jiaquan Grandmaster Mo Guilan, but Guangxi Mojiaquan, the father of Grandmaster Yang Yong.

Seeing his father go back to the bedroom, Yang Yong slowly walked back to the study on the side of the hall, and slowly took out a short stick one meter long and the thickness of a baby's wrist from under the bookcase where he practiced calligraphy and gently rubbed it:

"I don't know what my father's expression would be if he knew that every time I heard the words murder and martial arts over the years, I would feel a strong excitement in my heart. ”

......

"Pick that star!" Peng Yuxiu kicked the dwarf in front of him with one leg, and shouted angrily to Peng Yue, who was sitting on it: "Old Dou! How long will Zhong endure it! Even Senior Brother Du was fed a shark by Chen Xingxiang! Could it be that we have been sitting here waiting for him to hit the door!"

Peng Yue's eyes swept at Peng Yuxiu: "This leg is not even at the level of fifty percent of your Senior Brother Du, how long have you not practiced?"

Peng Yuxiu turned his face away with an expression that he couldn't hold back: "Now is the age of ghosts! Everyone has a gun, practice and practice! Practice functions are faster than bullets, and you can dodge pineapples! Money is everything! You are forced to come to the door like this, do you have the heart to ask me to practice?"

"It's just a business of several millions, it's already lost, no matter how angry it is, what's the use? Since Du Yuansheng is dead, you go and inform those people under him, do something out, they avenge Du Yuansheng, it is justified, Chen Xingxiang will trade with the Japanese tomorrow, tell them to kill the Japanese, and cut off the line of arms of Chen Laogui. Peng Yue wiped his hands with a towel, stood up and walked towards the practice room at the back of the hall.

Peng Yuxiu heard Peng Yue open his mouth to do something, and his face flashed with excitement: "I know! ”

After speaking, he hurriedly walked out of the hall of the martial arts hall.

Peng Yue turned his head to look at Peng Yuxiu's back, and pouted disdainfully: "It's better to raise a son than to raise a dog, waste people, it's useless to practice?"

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