Chapter 45: Dismounting
The days on the construction site have always been so hectic, and the two days passed quickly. On the morning of the 30th, as soon as the sky was bright, Zhang Er sent Wang Xiaojian over, because Qingfeng did not explain what time he would come, he was afraid that he would be late and delayed, so he was ready early, and it was more than five o'clock in the morning when he arrived at the construction site. came a little early, for fear of disturbing the breeze to rest, the two waited outside for a while, it seems that Wang Xiaojian is really interested in this apprenticeship.
Zhang Er had other things, and left after handing over Wang Xiaojian to Qingfeng. After washing up, I had a little breakfast, and the time was just after seven o'clock, Qingfeng took a taxi with Su Rui, Silly Big Man, and Wang Xiaojian, and went to Crazy Di Bar to meet Brother Scar.
Today is the day of the ring match between Brother Scar and Gou Maniac, in order to avoid Gou Maniac from making small moves in private, the five tigers under Brother Scar will not participate, and they need to guard their own stalls, and the other people did not come.
In the office of the Crazy Di Bar, Brother Gangzi stood aside, his face full of worry, looking at the other people in the room for a while, and looking outside the door for a while, as if waiting for the breeze to arrive; Brother Scar leaned on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth, although he pretended to be calm, but the cigarette butts in the ashtray next to him all showed the anxiety in his heart; there were two other people, one of them was about thirty years old, expressionless, dressed in a capable dress, sitting in a corner with his eyes closed; the rest was actually a monk, with a fat body, wearing a big red robe, with a full face and beard, and he was a modern Lu Zhishenγ
The fat monk kept pacing in the office, his face full of impatience, paced a few more times, and finally couldn't help but say: "Scar, what kind of helper are you looking for, you haven't come at seven o'clock, let the monk wait until now?"
"Master, don't be impatient, I made an agreement with Mr. Feng at half past seven, isn't it time yet?" Brother Scar persuaded.
The fat monk snorted and said, "I think they are just putting up a fight, and they don't know how to come and wait in advance, so that a master of congenital perfection will wait for him here." β
The young man next to him who closed his eyes and recuperated opened his eyes and said, "Master, don't worry, people are helping, we can't be too demanding." β
"I've been waiting for almost half an hour, I can't stand my hot temper, and when they come, I have to give them a dismount, and let them know that there are people outside the world. The fat monk said.
"Master no, that will hurt the harmony. Brother Scar hurriedly dissuaded.
After saying a few more words, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and Brother Scar and Brother Gangzi hurriedly got up to greet them. After welcoming Qingfeng and them into the office, Brother Scar introduced: "Master, Bao You, this is Mr. Feng, and the two behind are his disciples Mr. Su Rui and Mr. Silly Big Man." β
Wang Xiaojian next to him also puffed up his chest, waiting for Brother Scar to introduce him, who knew that after Brother Scar finished his introduction, he said: "Mr. Feng, this more serious young man is my guest Mr. Baoyou, that master is his master, Master Yuantong, the realm of congenital perfection." β
Suri didn't hold back, and burst out laughing. Yes, the last time I heard the name of Bao You, I didn't think it was ridiculous, but now that the names of the two are put together, how do you look at it and think it's funny.
Bao You just glanced at Su Rui, his expression did not change at all, and he bowed his hand at Qingfeng, which was regarded as a greeting. In order to wait for them, Master Yuantong had been holding back the fire for a long time, and now when he heard Su Rui's laughter, his face was even more unhappy, and he stood up with a bull's eye and said, "What are you laughing at?
It is indeed rude to make fun of other people's names, Qingfeng glared at Su Rui, and then said: "Master Yuantong, don't misunderstand, this disciple of mine has never seen the world and doesn't know etiquette, I hope the master won't be surprised." β
The master of Yuantong still said with a cold face: "Hmph, if you don't teach the teacher strictly, since you said that your disciple doesn't know etiquette, I won't care about him in general, but you can't run away as a master, let's have a competition, let me see what you have to laugh at me so much." β
I have already apologized, but this great monk still refuses to give up, it is really inexplicable, do you want to give yourself a dismount? Really when I am muddy? Qingfeng took two steps forward and said with a smile: "If the master has to think that it is ridicule, I can't help it." The master asked me to compete, of course I was willing to accompany me, and I hope that the point will stop. β
Brother Scar saw that his two gangs were about to fight, and hurriedly dissuaded: "Master, Mr. Feng, you are about to set off, don't hurt the harmony." β
The two ignored Brother Scar's dissuasion and stood facing each other, while stretching out their right hands and holding them together. In an instant, there was a tense atmosphere in the whole room, and the Yuantong monk suddenly made a clicking sound on his body, and all the muscles in his body began to contract, and a huge force passed down his hand to the breeze.
The strength of the congenital perfection master is not something that ordinary people can afford, there are eight people in the room, except for Qingfeng, no matter who is changed, being held by the Yuantong monk like this, it is the end of the broken hand and tendons. Qingfeng is several realms higher than Monk Yuantong, naturally he will not be afraid of this, and he will send a little bit of true qi to his hand, his hand is like turning into a piece of steel, no matter how lucky Yuantong is, he will not move at all.
When the four of them entered the door, the first glance that the Yuantong monk swept over, he roughly saw the cultivation of Su Rui and the stupid big man, and for the Qingfeng who couldn't see the cultivation clearly, he thought that it was similar to the two of them, and it was estimated that the special method of cultivation covered up the cultivation. In his understanding, it is impossible for Qingfeng cultivation to be too high at a young age, and the innate perfection that he has cultivated for seventy or eighty years and achieved by chance can not be compared to a young man who is not even twenty years old? But now looking at the quiet Qingfeng, Monk Yuantong had doubts about his judgment for the first time.
Coming and not being rude, his right hand was still holding, Qingfeng stretched out his left hand and patted it lightly on the shoulder of Monk Yuantong. Monk Yuantong was as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, half of his shoulders were numb in an instant, his legs were also weak, and he almost knelt on the ground when he bent forward. Fortunately, Qingfeng's shot was very light, and he stopped it immediately after patting it gently, and the Yuantong monk had a buffer and immediately eased up.
It's really a sight to see, this young man is not a little higher than himself, pity himself sitting in the well and watching the sky, thinking that the realm of congenital perfection is already the top, and he can walk sideways in the martial arts, and now when he meets a young man casually, he will be defeated, and the lesson is very deep.
Monk Yuantong has a hot temper and a relatively straight temperament, and now that he knows the power of Qingfeng, he does not twist it, and directly arches his hand and says: "Mr. Feng is really powerful, monk, I admit defeat." β
Qingfeng admired this straight-tempered monk very much, and also bowed his hand and said, "I have conceded." β
"Hahahaha, since we have reconciled, then I will introduce it again. Some things are not clear about the scar, it is more general, the monk I am called Yuantong, I was a monk in Shaolin Temple since I was a child, and later committed a lot of precepts and was punished by the temple rules, and because of my hot temper and impatience, I offended many people and was expelled from the school. I had nowhere to go, so I found a small temple on Nasong Mountain and continued to be a monk. This Baoyou hometown is very close to my small temple, when I was a child, I saw that he liked to practice martial arts, so I passed him a few hands casually, monk I was impatient to accept apprentices, otherwise his cultivation would not be so bad. This time he asked me for help, but the monk I pushed but came, who made him my only apprentice. "The temper of the Yuantong monk is really straight, and he explained his old bottom in a few words.
Everyone shook hands and made peace, and Brother Scar also breathed a sigh of relief, especially when he saw that Qingfeng was actually more powerful than Master Yuantong, Brother Scar was even more overjoyed. In the past few days, after many inquiries, he knew that there were two congenital masters among the Keqing of Gou Madman, and only Master Yuantong was congenital on his side, and Qingfeng, who was suspected of being congenital, decided not to make a move, and there was almost no chance of winning on his side. Now that he knows that Qingfeng is more powerful than the congenital perfection of Master Yuantong, his heart is put in his stomach, such a top master, he doesn't need to make a move at all, just by showing his face, he can ensure that he is invincible.
No one paid attention to the unhappiness at first, and several people quickly got acquainted, and seeing that the time was almost eight o'clock, everyone decided to set off immediately. Brother Gangzi wanted to stay in the Crazy Di Bar, Brother Scar drove a Buick business directly, and the remaining seven people took a car to the southern suburbs.
Halfway through, Brother Scar briefly introduced to Qingfeng and Monk Yuantong the main people who will be present to witness today and their basic situation. The first is Jia Sanye, the underground king of the Shuangta District, the second is the old military brother in the southern suburbs who occupies the site, and the third is the eldest sister in the green park.
Brother Dajun's dog farm in the southern suburbs is actually a farm for raising Tibetan mastiffs opened by Brother Dajun in the southern suburbs a few years ago, with about dozens of acres of land, which was later abandoned because it was not profitable. But because of his remote location and large place, it is very suitable for some big scenes, and Brother Dajun is a veteran, and he does things with the style of the army, he is more principled, and he is also fair, so Gou Crazy will choose the position of the ring here.
The dog farm is about 20 kilometers away from Crazy Di Bar, and Brother Scar can drive more than 40 minutes to get there. On the left side of the door is a simple parking lot, more than a dozen luxury cars have been parked on the field, and there are four or five big men standing at the main entrance, with a unified expression, a unified dress, standing neatly and neatly, and there is a kind of military momentum. Especially the one in the lead, his face was grim, and he didn't move like a loose one, like a javelin stuck to the ground.
Seeing a few people at the door, Brother Scar quietly introduced that the leader was Brother Dajun, and the few behind him were his followers. Brother Dajun is also a figure in the southern suburbs, managing dozens of square kilometers of territory from the southern ring road to Longhu, and there are nearly 100 people under his command. Most of his subordinates are like him, they are veterans, they are old-fashioned and inflexible, and the business in this area is not very developed, so their strength is much worse than that of Brother Scar, and even inferior to Gou Maniac.