"I said little brother, what does this mean?"

Huo Yunting looked at him and suddenly laughed, "Your hand is very fast, push me twice and stretch it into my coat." When did you target me? ”

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, and a wad of money was stuffed back into the inner pocket of Huo Yunting's coat.

"So keen, is it possible that he is also a Buddha (pickpocket) who is a person who tunes the door (cheating, stealing)?"

"Heh, Lian Jiazi."

The middle-aged man smiled, all the people who can do chores this year are called Lian Jiazi, so he didn't pay attention to Huo Yunting's self-title.

It is estimated that he is a half-sized boy who went out after learning a little work.

"Our well water does not interfere with river water, you and I are wolves, eating sheep."

patted Huo Yunting on the shoulder, and the middle-aged man was about to leave.

"It's just a ninth-rate thing, where does the wolf and sheep come from."

Huo Yunting really looks down on these pickpockets and thieves.

Speaking of which, it is also a business to change the door, and it is also wonderful to steal the sky and change the moon with one hand.

However, it was useless, and all the effort was used in the hands. Let people hold on to it is the end.

It's not a blind bragging, Huo Yunting dares to say that he has no trouble picking four pickpockets.

As soon as he said this, the middle-aged man's brows furrowed into Sichuan characters, and his hand that was about to turn the door lock stopped.

"Little brother, before you went out, did no one in the sect teach you to come out of your mouth?"

"You're not in trouble."

Although the tone was calm, it was really ugly.

This kid really doesn't know how thick the sky is, so he should leave him a blood path and educate his father and mother.

The middle-aged man reached into his pocket and gently grasped the handle of the knife.

Sell!

The moment his hand suddenly stretched out his mouth, Huo Yunting also moved. And faster than middle-aged men.

Left leg lunge forward small stride, step.

The elbow of his left arm was on the top of the middle-aged man's chest, and he hit him hard against the wall of the car.

"Bang!"

This middle-aged man looked really thin and short, Huo Yunting retracted his strength, and only used six points of strength.

However, it is still enough for middle-aged men.

My chest was tight, and I couldn't breathe. The eyes were black, and countless Venus flashed.

"Iron, iron three...... Mountain, by ...... Bajiquan! ”

The flick knife slid to the floor, and the middle-aged man leaned against the wall of the car and gasped.

Oh no, your mother is really a practitioner. It's not fucking a true disciple of Bajiquan.

The middle-aged man came down in a cold sweat, and today he really kicked the iron plate.

This elbow didn't seem heavy, but it hit his heart and almost made him faint.

Although he has never practiced his body, he is not so fragile that he almost knocks people unconscious with an elbow. I can only say that this kid is really strong.

"You see, I said it. Nine-rate things can't be on the table. ”

patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder, confiscated his knife, and Huo Yunting turned the door lock and left.

Back on the bunk, the miscellaneous items were placed under the bed. Money and cell phones stuffed into pillows.

Lie down.

The middle-aged man said it well, this is a style in Bajiquan, close to the body.

He's actually going to make a move.

This is still when I was in elementary school, and I coveted the Bajiquan practiced by Uncle Xu in the next village, so I insisted on learning it from him.

I want to ask why, because Bajiquan sounds awesome than practicing hand boxing.

Uncle Xu laughed and taught him this style.

Now he still remembers that Uncle Xu told him that one trick is eaten all over the world.

Li Shuwen, the pinnacle of modern Bajiquan, relied on a move of "Tiger Hard Climbing" to be invincible, and achieved the prestige of "Gangquan without two fights".

So that's all I taught.

Later, his father found out about this and chased him and beat him.

Beaten from afternoon to night.

That was also the first time in Huo Yunting's life that he felt the power of Huo's hand boxing.

…… , I haven't been home in years.

With a light sigh, he closed his eyes, ready to squint for a moment. Because you have to be vigilant at night.

The people in this car all have their own ghosts, and there are not a few old men like middle-aged men.

However, less than two minutes after closing his eyes, a familiar voice came.

"Little master, do you eat eggs?"

Suddenly his eyes opened, and a carp sat up.

Sitting on his bed was the middle-aged man who had just been in the toilet.

What a light foot.

The middle-aged man smiled softly, as if nothing had happened just now. Holding two eggs in his hand and handing them to Huo Yunting.

What kind of moths?

Huo Yunting squinted and stared, but did not speak.

The middle-aged man was not embarrassed, and said to himself, "I'll help you peel it off." ”

As if juggling, he took out a glass and threw an egg into it. Then his hand shook rapidly.

Holding the glass upside down, the egg does not leave the cup, and the egg also spins rapidly in the cup with the hand that shakes out the afterimage.

Pieces of eggshell shards fell.

"Mom! Mom! It's magic! ”

A child on the opposite bunk giggled at the falling eggshell, but soon his ass was slapped by an adult.

"Smack"

"Gua Wazi moves the bud valley!"

The mother picked up the teary-eyed child, looked cautiously at the middle-aged man, and quietly took some things out of the inner pocket of her clothes and stuffed them into the inner cover.

The glass is fastened on the bed, and when you take it away, it is a smooth egg that does not stick to the shell.

"Hehe, little brother, I'll invite you to eat this egg."

"You've cleaned up the eggshells on the ground in a moment."

The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched a few times.

"Hmm!"

Picking up another egg, "Little brother, I invite you to eat the second one." ”

Gently grasp the egg with your thumb and ring finger and shake it violently.

Eggs swirl.

The index and middle fingers hit the eggshell, and pieces of eggshell fell again.

However, this egg is not ordinary, it is pale white, and there is a slight flowing yellow.

No, it's a raw egg!

Huo Yunting's pupils shrank, only breaking the shell, not hurting the membrane?

After a short time, the eggs are peeled.

The middle-aged man picked up the glass, gently pinched the egg membrane with his fingernails, and the flowing egg white and yolk fell into the cup.

"Little brother, how's it going?"

The middle-aged man leaned his head lightly, "Even if it's a lower ninth stream, it's still a stream." ”

Yes, he is a Buddha with a great sense of honor.

In his opinion, the adjustment of doors is a business, no different from other industries.

Okay, I admit that you are a martial artist in the upper ninth rank, but there are also some of us in the lower ninth rank that you can't do!

Seeing this, Huo Yunting just shook his head slightly, "As far as I'm concerned, the skill of slaying dragons." ”

The middle-aged man was not annoyed, and bent down to sweep the eggshells on the ground, "As far as I am concerned, there are no branches." ”

The middle-aged man leaves. Huo Yunting was just silent for a while, and stuffed the boiled egg into his mouth.

Throw away the raw eggs in the glass.

At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, there was still a lot of speech in the carriage. When the lights went out at ten o'clock, the sound gradually quieted down.

The night was dark, the carriages were dark, and only the train tracks rattled.

After a long time, some footsteps also moved with the sound of the track.

They are the master of the night.

Someone slipped into the box where Huo Yunting was, and was about to go in but was pulled back.

"It's hard."

The person who was pulled was stunned, nodded, and walked around the carriage to continue walking. When I meet other peers, I will also whisper a word of advice.

"14 sets, hard ideas."

Huo Yunting squinted for a long time in the afternoon, so he slept very lightly now. Very light.

But he still fell asleep.

I couldn't see the scene around me clearly, only the two eggs in my hand.

In his left hand, he held the glass upside down, and an egg inside was spinning wildly with the shaking of his arm.

The two fingers of the right hand hold the two ends of the egg, and the middle finger of the index finger keeps tapping the eggshell.

"Smack"

"Da"

In less than five seconds, two eggs fell to the ground.

I have to practice again.

Just as he was pondering, two eggs appeared in Huo Yunting's hands out of thin air.

Six seconds.

"Smack"

"Da"

Practice again.

Seven seconds

Four seconds

Six seconds

……

"Mom, that uncle was so good at peeling eggs yesterday, I want to learn too."

"Learn a fart! Gua baby rushes to the shell! ”

Huo Yunting rarely overslept, not waking up at five o'clock according to the biological clock, but being woken up by the mother and son on the upper floor opposite.

I opened my eyes and pinched the pillow first, and the thing was still there.

"Peanuts, melon seeds, mineral water, cigarettes and beer."

"Beer, drinks, mineral water, peanuts, melon seeds, grilled fish fillets."

The chubby saleswoman pushed the cart past and was then stopped in Group 14.

"Hello, do you have any eggs?"

"Yes, yes, how many do you want?"

The salesman had a smile on his face. After visiting so many carriages, it can be regarded as open.

"Two, one raw, one cooked."

"Okay! You take it, this one is raw, this one is cooked. ”

"One piece."

Huo Yunting smacked his tongue, it was really expensive.

Pulled out the glass from under the bed and threw the hard-boiled egg into it.

The left hand shook violently, and the eggshell collided with the wall of the cup with a crisp and rapid sound.

As a martial arts practitioner, his control of strength is no less than that of those pickpockets.

After a while, a white egg fell into his hand.

Pressing the egg in his hand, Huo Yunting fell into deep thought.

I just watched it once yesterday, and now it's all engraved in my mind?

What's it called? Dr. Yang told himself what was the name of the book?

Florida or Freudian psychoanalytic doctrine? Or is it the solution of some dream?

That roughly means: although you don't remember it, you can keep it in your subconscious mind and reproduce it in your dreams......

"Impossible!"

"You learned ?!?! in one night"

The shout interrupted Huo Yunting's train of thought.

Yesterday, the middle-aged man came out of nowhere and slammed into Huo Yunting's bed.

His face was shocked and confused...... But there is still a hint of incomprehensible snickering.

Ignoring the middle-aged man, the egg was stuffed in his mouth. Grab another raw egg and slam it.

"Dada......"

The eggshell falls, and the egg membrane is stored.

"Dog's Day ......"

The middle-aged man witnessed the whole process and muttered to himself.

"Do you know how long it took me to get to this point? Eight years. And it's not time to shape... It's talent. How many people can't learn ...... in their lifetime"

"Eight years, I've fucking spent eight years. You learn it in one night. I ......"

To be honest, Huo Yunting is a little sympathetic to the middle-aged man now. He could understand the feeling.

The end point that I tried my best to reach, only to find out that it was someone else's starting point.

It is tantamount to the shattering of the Dao heart.

I thought that the middle-aged man would be depressed and lost, and even wash his hands in a golden basin. However, Huo Yunting saw a frenzy in his eyes.

"It's okay, it's okay...... With such an unforgettable ability, my skill in adjusting the door will follow. ”

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Neuropathy?

In the following time, the middle-aged man stayed on Huo Yunting's bed, talking about various theft techniques.

Give him a reproduction of the scene.

"Little master, this trick is called stealing skills...... Look good......"

Huo Yunting wanted to kick him away. However, the middle-aged man stretched out his hand to get a big red ticket.

"You listen to me for an hour, and I'll give you 100."

Under such heavy benefits, Huo Yunting listened very carefully. ”

At half past twelve, Huo Yunting arrived at the station.

The middle-aged man reluctantly followed Huo Yunting and said, and went down with him.

"Little master, have you memorized what I said?"

"Goodbye!"

After a while, Huo Yunting's figure disappeared into the crowd.

"It's been passed on, it's been passed down......"

"It doesn't matter what you do with him, this craft has been passed down......"