Chapter 269 Brother Save Me
While Meng Lang was enjoying the gift from his brother, he was also worried about the gift.
The phone's ringtone suddenly rang.
Rice is steel?
When Meng Lang saw the contact name displayed on his phone, he was stunned for a moment, and then he vaguely guessed something.
"Hey! Brother Meng, let me tell you some good news. Master Yan has agreed to attend the mountaineering meeting!"
Sure enough, as soon as the phone was connected, Fan Shigang's excited voice came from inside.
emm...
This is not good news for me...
Meng Lang complained helplessly.
"Really? That's great..." Meng Lang said insincerely.
“To be honest, I almost gave up. This time I can finally communicate with my master.
But this is all thanks to you, Brother Meng!
If you hadn’t given me the idea and acted out the bitter plot, Master Yan wouldn’t have changed his mind.”
No, this probably has nothing to do with the bitter plot...
If so, "White Night Journey" and "Mencius Spring and Autumn Annals" should be preceded by "The Classic of Mountains and Seas".
By simply doing a chronological question, you will know that what made Yan Weiwei change her mind was not the bitter trick at all. Your few drops of painless blood were wasted...
“Can I help? I'm so happy to be busy... Haha!"
"Um...Brother Meng, in addition to telling you this good news, I have something else to ask of you." Fan Shigang said with some embarrassment.
“What happened?”
"It's like this. Although Master Yan agreed, she also made a request."
"What request?"
"She wants me to be a sparring partner..."
< br>"Sparring partner?" Meng Lang was stunned for a moment.
"Yes, Master Yan said that he has not practiced with anyone for a long time and his martial arts skills are a bit rusty, so he wants to practice with me this afternoon..."
"Hmm! It's okay. It's just a temporary fix."
Although it probably won't be of any use...
"Well...I want to ask Brother Meng to come with me."
"Huh? Why?" Meng Lang asked confused.
“I don’t know Chanis Kung Fu, so why are you asking me to be the referee?”
"Ahem! The main reason is that the tone Master Yan gave me on the phone was a little stiff, and he seemed to be in a bad mood. He said he was going to be a sparring partner. I was afraid that I would end up being a sandbag..." The other end of the phone laughed dryly.
“I think, brother Meng, you have such a good relationship with Master Yan. With you by your side, Master Yan must give you some face, so that he won’t be too harsh.”
So that’s it...
But... you’re in a bad mood?
Then why do you want to get into trouble? What if you beat me too?
"You are a big man after all, you are so big! If you can't beat Yan Weiwei, you won't be treated as a sandbag, right?"
"Oh! Then you are overestimating me. In terms of seniority, I have to call Master Yan Master. Uncle, I am more self-aware in terms of strength. Master Yan is one step away from the legendary An Jin. "Is there really such a thing?" Meng Lang asked curiously.
"Of course, it's just that very few people in the world can reach this level. People with my qualifications may never be able to reach the threshold in their lifetime..."
Fan Shigang After finishing speaking with a slight sigh, he said again.
"Brother Meng, if Jianghu is in an emergency, please help me. I'll treat you to dinner later!"
Is this a matter of eating?
Actually, he refused in his heart.
With so many pressing matters at hand, which one is not a matter of human life? There is no time to care about her turbulent inner world...
Hmm! Isn't it just a volcanic eruption?
Go through the wind, make a detour, and find the crater that you can't avoid?
"Okay, tell me the location..."
After hanging up the phone, Meng Lang couldn't help but cover his face.
The subconscious is controlling your life, but you call it destiny...
The moment you make a decision, the sad and famous scenes on the cruise ship always come to mind.
Reason told him not to wade into this muddy water, but emotions controlled the final choice...
Meng Lang was thinking.
How to be yourself?
Instead of letting your brain become a racecourse for other people’s thoughts...
……
Su City, Huqiu District.
Red Ribbon Boxing Gym.
"Huh? Why are you here?" Yan Weiwei, who was wearing a training uniform, looked at Meng Lang in surprise.
"Haha! By coincidence, I happened to bump into Brother Meng on the way here, so we came together to join in the fun."
Fan Shigang explained with an honest smile.
"Well! I came here to watch and learn. In fact, I am also very interested in kung fu. By the way, I also joined the martial arts enthusiasts association in college." Meng Lang looked serious.
Actually, if you think about it, Yan Weiwei has outstanding military strength and is the honorary captain of the Xiaoyu Guards.
Having her protecting the Lin sisters is like having an extra layer of protection.
After all, one is a future scientist who is being cultivated, and the other is a unique "writer" at present. If either one has an accident, it will be a huge loss for himself.
To achieve the goal of the "United Front Against Night Stalkers", someone like Yan Weiwei needs to have strength, background, broad connections, be able to introduce "clients" from time to time, and be reliable and trustworthy. Aren’t people just the team members we need?
Um! He can still block the gun for himself at critical moments...
Sometimes, isn’t what a man needs just a little sense of security?
Meng Lang convinced himself in this way...
Yan Weiwei stared at Meng Lang for a while, curled her lips and turned around.
"Fan Shigang, go wear protective gear!"
Um! After checking his eyes, he looked indeed in a bad mood.
While Fan Shigang was putting on his protective gear, Meng Lang looked around at the boxing gym.
It covers an area of more than 300 square meters, with a boxing ring in the center and a lot of professional training equipment around it. However, it is completely empty, let alone customers, and there is not even a girl at the front desk.
“Why are there no customers here?” Meng Lang asked curiously.
"The boss is not doing well and is about to go bankrupt, so I borrowed it for a day. You also know the boss, his surname is Hu."
Hu? Hu Yifei?
"Well...that's really unfortunate."
Professional investment failure, this is...
"What's unfortunate, some people failed, the worst is to do it again, Some people fail, but they may never have a chance again!"
"Uh..."
Meng Lang asked tentatively after hearing something in the other person's words.
"You seem to be in a bad mood today?"
"Nothing, I just had a quarrel with the old man at home."
Stretching, twisting, and pressing Legs... Yan Weiwei said expressionlessly while doing warm-ups.
The practice clothes she was wearing were a loose meditation suit made of linen similar to a Tang suit. It looked very light and flexible.
During the activity, he showed off his amazing flexibility...
Meng Lang calmly retracted his gaze from the opponent's waist and said doubtfully.
"Fighting? Didn't you already agree to participate in that mountaineering meeting? Why are you still quarreling?"
Yan Weiwei curled her lips.
“Why else, what can I say to provide me with information about my opponent? It turns out that either the Xingyi Sect’s boxing skills are profound or the Bajiquan’s hard skills are amazing. If you are trying to be brave, you just hope that I will lose soon!”
Uh...
I don't know much about Xingyi Sect, but I'm afraid you really can't beat that Bajiquan guy, your legs are broken...
80% of the old man really cares. I just pissed you off unintentionally, right?
“You really want to win?”
Yan Weiwei glanced at him, “I don’t want to win, I just don’t want to lose.”
Don't want to lose? Lose to whom? Is it a predetermined fate...
Meng Lang sighed slightly in his heart.
"Actually, I can quite understand you."
Yan Weiwei is a little speechless. She has different joys and sorrows, so how can she feel the same way? He is obviously a guy who doesn't know anything...
“What do you mean by understanding? What do you understand me?”
"For example, martial arts should not be hereditary..."
Meng Lang crossed his arms and shook his head repeatedly.
Bad habits! It’s simply a bad habit!
It is a remnant of the feudal era!
However, Yan Weiwei next to her froze when she heard this, and then turned her head expressionlessly with a mechanical "click".
"Who told you?"
"Uh..."
Meng Lang finally noticed that Yan Weiwei looked unkind, and then realized that he seemed to "know" a little too much...
"This..."
Yan Weiwei stared at Meng Lang who was hesitating.
Could it be Begonia? No, Haitang is not the kind of person to gossip.
Yan Weiwei turned her head and looked at the man who was putting protective gear on herself.
Fan Shigang saw Yan Weiwei looking at him and returned a simple smile.
"Well...actually..." Meng Lang smiled dryly and wanted to explain.
Yan Weiwei raised her leg viciously and did a volley kick. The strong wind blew the broken hair on Meng Lang's forehead, and there was a bit of murderous aura...
"Do you know what I hate the most?"
"No...I don't know."
"What I hate the most is a man who talks behind his back!"
......
“Bang! Bang bang! Bang bang bang!”
"Ha! Ah!" "Oops!"
Looking at Fan Shigang who was kicked back several steps in the boxing ring and bounced back on the elastic rope, and then continued to accept the storm of attacks. , Meng Lang couldn't bear to cover his eyes.
Misfortune comes from the mouth!
Fortunately, it didn't happen to him...
But now he finally understood why Yan Weiwei was wearing light training clothes, but Fan Shigang was wearing a full protective suit.
The last time I fought with a group of gangsters in a bar, I didn't realize there was much difference between the two of them. After this fight, I realized why Fan Shigang had to respectfully call him Master Yan every time he met.
If Fan Shigang is a bronze, then Yan Weiwei must be at least a diamond. The two are not on the same level at all.
Yan's Twelve-Way Tan Kick is not just about kicking, Yan Weiwei's skills are also not weak.
However, the main means of attack comes from those long legs with amazing elasticity.
Different from the so-called performance martial arts on the market, Yan Weiwei's attack and defense are closer to modern Sanda.
The so-called moves and frames are more about techniques for exerting force.
There are not many redundant routines and movements, but only streamlined movements that test eyesight, strength and speed.
Especially Yan Weiwei’s elusive and elusive movements of her legs, with her fierce momentum and tricky angles.
Not to mention the defense power, the attack power is absolutely explosive!
As long as Fan Shigang gives up his defense for a moment and reveals his attacking stance, a kick of his leg will attack his weak point of defense with lightning speed.
Fan Shigang was either kicked until he gritted his teeth and gasped, or he could only give up the attack and return to the passive defense of a turtle shell. He had no chance to counterattack. In the shadow of the swift and windy legs, he could only be beaten.
The occasional feint made Fan Shigang frightened. The strength of the feint and the real force forced him to concentrate on dealing with every attack from the opposite side.
Even if Yan Weiwei couldn't move her legs, Fan Shigang would have to spend a lot of energy to guard against her ready-to-go legs.
The sharp fighting skills made Meng Lang understand that the so-called "circle" in Fan Shigang's mouth was indeed fundamentally different from the so-called masters on the acne marks.
“If you move too slowly, you will be able to spot the flaws at a glance. Is this how your master taught you?”
"We are training the legs, but the lower body is still so weak!"
"If you only care about your head and not your buttocks, you will only protect your head?"
"Bang! Bang bang! Bang bang bang!" ”
The powerful and heavy whip legs still collided with the protective gear on the arms, legs, and chest like a violent storm, and from time to time they were verbally ridiculed by Yan Weiwei.
Fan Shigang, who held his head in both hands and was treated as a sandbag, complained endlessly.
I was accidentally kicked in my unprotected arm just now, so I guess it was purple.
There are also several legs that are attached to the head. If I hadn’t been wearing head protection, I would have directly given myself a concussion with just one leg...
Brother Meng , how much face was promised to you?
Why do I feel that Master Yan is just trying to beat her to death? !
How did he know that he thought he was asking for an amulet, but it turned out to be someone seeking hatred...
However, Fan Shigang was definitely a man. Even when he was beaten to the point where he could not lift his head, he gritted his teeth and remained silent. He would also try to fight back from time to time, and served as a sparring partner dutifully.
After suffering for nearly ten minutes, Fan Shigang finally couldn't hold on any longer and was kicked in the chest. He fell on his back on the stage and couldn't get up for a long time.
"Stop, stop, stop!" Meng Lang quickly shouted, "Stop!"
He was KO'd before he saw it, and Yan Weiwei was still reluctant to let go and was about to step forward to "whip the corpse"!
If we don’t stop, I’m afraid Fan Shigang will have to stay in the hospital for a few days.
"Stop, stop!"
Yan Weiwei panted slightly, but still glared at her with sharp eyes.
"Ahem! Intermission! Intermission! Master Yan, if you fight again, you have to shout 120! You have to ask someone to restore the health bar if you want to continue, right?"
"Okay. , Fan Shigang, go down and restore your health. When your health bar is full, come up and replace him."
"Uh..."
Under Yan Weiwei's sharp eyes and Fan Shigang's expectant gaze, Meng Lang could only laugh dryly.
"I'm an ordinary person, and I can't be kicked by you, Master Yan."
"Hmph!" Yan Weiwei snorted, maybe because she saw that Fan Shigang was really beaten hard, maybe A lot of anger has been vented.
"Take a break for half an hour and come back later to continue!"
After saying a few words, he turned and walked towards the door of the boxing gym.
Facing Fan Shigang who looked at him gratefully, he gestured to me and Meng Lang quickly followed.
You can't be a sandbag for Fan Shigang, it's okay to delay for a little longer.
Seeing Yan Weiwei go out, she thought she wanted to come out for some air, but she unexpectedly turned into a nearby temple archway not long after leaving.
He looked up doubtfully... Baoen Temple?
“Uh...why are you going to the temple?”
Cleanse the anger?
Yan Weiwei turned to look at him and said, "Go and ask for a signature!"
...
"Brush! Brush! Brush!" "Click!"
A bamboo skewer fell from the skewer tube.
[Sixty-one Sign]
Yan Weiwei followed the sign interpretation chart on the wall to find the annotation of the sign.
[The bridge was broken and the road was blocked. When we boarded the boat to take care of things, we encountered a strong wind again. 】
【Xiaxiaxia】
emm……
Meng Lang felt that the air pressure around him suddenly dropped, and he became even more depressed...
"Well...in fact, not all temple fortune tellers are very effective."
"This is the most effective fortune teller around." The temple..."
Meng Lang: "..."
Have you asked about all this?
So today you didn’t actually come here to cram yourself, but you really wanted to cram yourself?
Out of the hall, Yan Weiwei exuded an inexplicable black aura, and sat down on the stone steps, silent and not knowing what she was thinking.
Meng Lang sighed and sat next to him, but he didn't know how to comfort him.
“Actually, I know, I know that I probably won’t be able to reach the top of the mountain.”
“Huh?”
Yan Weiwei hugged her knees with her hands and looked at the scenery in the temple courtyard with somewhat absent-minded eyes.
Although this Baoen Temple in Huqiu District, Su City is not as famous as the Baoen Temple in Jinling City, it is still quite famous.
But the locals like to call it the ancient name Beita Temple, and it is known as the "No. 1 Ancient Temple in Wuzhong".
Amidst the green pines and cypresses, there is a long historical heritage...
“If I could easily reach the top, how could that old man agree so readily?
There are people outside the world, and there are mountains outside the mountains. Of course I know it..."
So you know it?
You know that you still force yourself to do it?
It’s all over if you admit defeat. The thing is, I have to come back in a wheelchair...
“But I’m not willing to give in, I’m really not willing to give in! No matter how small the possibility is, I want to give it one last try..."
Yan Weiwei suddenly turned to Meng Lang and stared at him. "Can you understand how I feel?"
"I can..."
"You can understand shit!"
Meng Lang: "..."
“How can free and unfettered people like you understand my feelings!”
Meng Lang said with a little helplessness when he heard this.
“What does it mean to be free? Who is truly free when living in this world?
Even these monks who eat fast and chant Buddha’s name, pursue the paradise of paradise, don’t they follow the rules now? ?
If you look at the people around you who are running around for daily necessities, how many of them are just numb bodies without the passion of the past, but they are still being coerced by society and getting older...
This can be considered freedom. ?
Most people actually die at the age of 25 but are buried at the age of 75.
What you encounter is, at most, part of this majority. "
"You were buried when you were only 75 years old! "Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes.
If I could be buried at the age of 75, I should be a smiling person...
Meng Lang sighed secretly.
"Even so, why do I have to be the majority? Are you and Haitang not numb? Are there lights in your eyes? Why can you still freely pursue your ideals?"
Meng Lang is very serious. I thought about it.
"Maybe... it's because we all have some special talents?"
"You have me and you don't have it? I am also called a genius, okay!" Yan Weiwei expressed dissatisfaction.
"That may be because... you haven't worked hard enough? Think about it, if you had worked harder before and reached that level of secret power, wouldn't you have reached the top this time?< br>
Ultimately, the problem is multifaceted. "
Uh...
Yan Weiwei was choked by these words. Is this guy really trying to comfort me?
I was a little angry for a while.
"fart! I get up at dawn and go to bed at sunset! Forget about Haitang, do you work as hard as me?
As a salesman who stays at home all day and never leaves the house, is this considered hard work? "
"Of course, I stay at home and do business, which is much more important than sales promotion. "
"What business is so important? "
Meng Lang paused.
"Actually, I have a dream to write a book in my life. ”
"Write a book? What kind of book? Online novels? Are great gods so platinum and so inspiring?"
"No, what I want to write is an autobiography about me." Meng Lang looked serious.
"Your...autobiography?!" Yan Weiwei looked at him with a strange expression.
"People only start writing autobiographies when they are in their late 70s and 80s. You started writing your autobiography in your early twenties. How rich are your life experiences?"
"Well! This is me and you. That's a special talent..."
"Ha! Even if I believe you, then you have to work hard to write an autobiography.
Do you want it to be as inspirational as 'The Count of Monte Cristo', or as best-selling as 'Harry Potter'..."< br>
Meng Lang thought carefully.
“I don’t have too high expectations, but it has to be at the level of the Four Great Classics.”
Does this mean there are not too high expectations?
Yan Weiwei was speechless.
“Where do you get the confidence that makes you think that your autobiography can be compared with the four great masterpieces...”
“Don’t believe it yet, in fact, in the final analysis, the four great masterpieces are nothing more than... That's all.
Don't look at how many chapters and chapters they have, how ups and downs and fascinating the plot is. In the end, it's just four words."
"Which four words? ”
"Military advisor, save me, sister, save me, brother, save me, Wukong, save me."
Yan Weiwei: "..."
Twitched the corner of her mouth.
“So where is your copy?”
Meng Lang chuckled.
"Brother, save me!"
Uh...
Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes, "It's so awesome, I want to read it."
"No problem Ah, when I write the final draft, I will let you take a look when I get the chance." Meng Lang said with a smile.
"Then thank you first! If unfortunately you are buried before you finish writing, I will buy you a sign from behind and burn three sticks of incense every day to comfort you."
< br>
Yan Weiwei curled her lips and pointed behind her with her thumb.
Meng Lang turned his head and looked back.
In the Palace of Rebirth on the west side of the main hall of the temple, rows of memorial tablets were filled with smoke, solemn and solemn...
Meng Lang: "..."
He twitched the corners of his mouth.
hehe! If you really want to erect a monument for "me" to pray for blessings, then here...
I'm afraid I can't place it... (End of this chapter)