Chapter 81: Kick the gym? Shape Magic Skills
The Dou Qiong Martial Arts School looks like it has been around for many years.
The brick walls in the yard are gray, and the marble paved on the ground has mottled cracks. If you look carefully, you can still faintly see some broken footprints.
It seems that it was dented by someone before, and then cracked by someone who came after.
The yard is relatively empty. There is an old tree planted. The age of the tree cannot be seen, but the branches are rugged and withered, and it looks like it is dying of old age.
The old tree was surrounded by a fence. A hemp rope was hung on the fence, and several short coats were hung on the hemp rope to dry in the shade.
After passing the gate, there is the dojo. It can be seen that it has been renovated, the walls have been painted with new paint, the tatami on the floor is also very new, and there are all kinds of strange things inside. Electrical equipment and instruments.
In the courtyard and the dojo, it seemed like two incompatible worlds were forcibly spliced together.
On one side it looks primitive and vicissitudes of life, on the other side it is overflowing with a cold sense of technology. The whole picture seems both fragmented and contradictory.
In the dojo, at the service desk, a woman who was dozing with her head tilted suddenly woke up from her dream. Her confused eyes first glanced at Feng Mu standing in the yard, and then her eyes passed over him and towards him. Outside the hospital.
The next moment, a sharp roar that was about to tear off the roof resounded throughout the martial arts hall.
"Master, senior brother, the plaque was cracked, someone came to kick the gym ah ah ah ah -"
Feng Mu watched the man change from sitting to standing in an instant, jumping to It was unimaginable for the petite figure on the stage that such a terrifying volume could erupt from her body.
Feng Mu's face changed slightly, and he quietly retracted his retreating steps. At this time, if he stepped back again, he would appear to be guilty of committing a crime.
咻——
Feng Mu's temples were cut by the wind, and the hair on his temples was pulled so hard that his face hurt. He almost came out of the mask to defend himself.
"So fast, the passing wind was wrapped like a knife."
Feng Mu was horrified, and his pupils shrank into needlepoints. After half a second, he heard the sound in his ears. A dull sonic boom.
He turned stiffly and looked at the smashed plaque behind him. A thin old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was squatting on the ground, his hands caressing the cracked plaque like a lover. A pair of hanging triangles His eyes looked at him like a cannibal.
“You smashed the decades-old plaque of Douqiong Martial Arts Hall. Hehe, boy, you are very brave.”
Li Bashan looked down at Feng Mu from a high position. His tall figure of more than two meters was like a mountain blocking the light, shrouding the latter in shadow.
Feng Mu's heart suddenly tightened, and he felt as if he was being locked by a giant man-eating beast, and the blood all over his body was threatened and flowed roaringly.
“Very strong, very strong. It’s more than ten times stronger than the pressure that the black face gave me. I feel like if I make even the slightest move, I will be torn into pieces by this giant man in the next second. The kind that has no intact bones left.”
Feng Mu is not afraid. With the trump card of "marrying twins to death", he is not afraid of death.
But the problem is, he didn’t do anything, and a pot dropped out of thin air and was about to kill him. God couldn’t bear it anymore, so he wanted to take him away with someone else’s hand?
Several more figures of different heights and frightening auras came out, each of them targeting Feng Mu with unabashed murderous intent.
Feng Mu has killed people before, so he can feel the smell of blood in these murderous intentions. They are not bluffing. Each of these guys has blood on their hands, and they are all stained with blood better than himself. many? ! !
No, isn’t it just a martial arts gym? Could it be that I took the wrong path and walked into a murderer’s den?
The corners of Feng Mu's eyes twitched. He saw the screaming petite woman at the beginning, jumping up and down, driving the apprentices who were watching the excitement in the dojo back to practice, and at the same time closing the curtains and sliding the door.
Closing the door, killing people, burying corpses... I am familiar with this process~
Feng Mu glanced sideways at the old tree. He had even thought about where he would be buried later.
Feng Mu also had murderous intent boiling in his heart. He secretly remembered these faces in his heart, and always maintained a dull expression on his face. He said with a little fear: "Don't accuse me wrongly. But I didn’t touch the plaque. That thing fell off by itself. Don't try to extort my money." Li Bashan said angrily: "The plaque of Douqiong Martial Arts School has been hanging for decades, but it fell to the ground when you came here. Are you fooling me?"
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As he spoke, he raised his hand and covered it with a big hand like a cattail leaf fan.
"Bashan, he didn't lie." The old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks behind him suddenly spoke. He sighed, "The plaque fell by myself, God's will, God's will."
In the crowd, several figures who heard the master's words looked at each other, and they were all stunned, as if they thought of something, and their expressions became ugly at the same time. One of them's eyes flickered slightly.
The petite woman said "Ah" and quickly grabbed Li Bashan, looked at Feng Mu carefully, and suddenly said with a red face: "I remembered, you are the new student who came to apply for a card some time ago. , you seem to have never been here after applying for the card?”
After the life and death crisis was resolved, Feng Mu sneered in his heart, but his face still seemed a little confused about the situation, as if he had no idea that he had passed through the door of hell. A once-in-a-lifetime appearance.
He took out his membership card from his pocket and asked nervously: "Well, I was a little busy in the past two weeks. Can I come in now?"
The petite woman was stunned. , I completely didn’t expect that this would happen, and the new student in front of me would still dare to enter the martial arts gym.
The closed-door disciples around also looked at each other, looking at each other a little, as if to say, where are the students here from? Are they fools?
Only Li Bashan didn't think there was a problem. He was the first to turn his burly body sideways and apologize angrily: "You didn't lie to me. I blamed you wrongly."
"It's not my fault, Senior Brother, it's all because I'm too impatient." The petite woman whispered.
She was about to lead Feng Mu into the martial arts gym, but was interrupted by the master's voice: "Although he didn't break the plaque, it happened to fall when he came. This is It’s a bad sign, it’s because the ancestors are unhappy Welcome him, Hongya, return the money to him and let him go."
Hongya said "Oh" and quickly ran to the front desk to take out a wad of money. After thinking about it, he took more. A few, and he quickly ran back and handed them to Feng Mu.
Feng Mu frowned, as if he finally understood that he was not welcome in this martial arts gym. He accepted the money with a cold face, turned around and left.
After he left, the old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks walked into the courtyard with his hands behind his back. The closed disciples quickly bowed and dispersed. Li Bashan silently grabbed the plaque and followed the master in. Go to the hospital.
Enter the house and put the plaque flat on the table.
Li Bashan rubbed his palms and patted off some sawdust. He was naturally very strong and had difficulty controlling his strength, so he accidentally opened the cracks in the plaque further.
Since they are all cracked, it’s okay to have more cracks. Anyway, you have to find someone to repair them.
The old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks is named Li Guishe, and he is the owner of Dou Qiong Martial Arts School. Li Bashan is his close disciple and an abandoned baby he picked up and raised since childhood.
He glanced at Li Bashan as he rubbed the debris in his palm. The corners of his eyes twitched. He was about to scold him when he suddenly caught a glimpse of something protruding from the crack in the plaque.
"Huh?"
Li Guishe pushed the eldest disciple away. The latter's burly body was unable to stand still. He staggered back and left two deep footprints on the ground.
"Master, why did you push me?" Li Bashan's voice was full of anger, with a look of grievance on his ferocious Guozi face.
Li Guishe's attention was focused on the plaque. He dug his fingertips along the crack and pulled out the corner of the book. The corner of the page was yellow and dull.
Is there a book hidden in the plaque?
Cheats? ! !
Li Guishe flashed a green and cold light, and he used his fingertips to tear off the plaque. As expected, a secret book was revealed inside, with four words written on the cover like dragons and phoenixes - [Shape Magic Skills] ]!
(End of this chapter)