Chapter 393 The posture is a bit strange
Meng Lang was also a little surprised by this battle.
"Haha! It's so lively today."
Brother Biao asked with some confusion when he saw that there were only a pair of young men with unfamiliar faces behind Meng Lang.
"Brother, why are you alone? Where is consultant Yan?"
Previously, Meng Lang only said that if someone wanted to challenge the Guanzhong Hero, they could just shake Yan Weiwei.
Although I don’t know what the code word for “Guanzhong Hero” is, I naturally equated the two.
"It's... not convenient for her today, so she won't come over."
Not convenient? Won't come over?
Brother Biao looks weird.
As expected of the household with the strongest connections, people are coming to kick me out, but you don’t even bother to find a reason to ask for leave?
"Then these two are..."
"Oh! My friends, they came here for a visit."
Meng Lang didn't explain much and looked at the people opposite. ...
"Master Meng!" Li Lei looked a little excited when he saw that Meng Lang really came as requested.
"Ahem!" Master Li next to him coughed twice, mustered up his energy and raised his hand towards Meng Lang.
“Thank you to Doctor Meng for saving me last time regardless of previous suspicions. Otherwise, my old bones would have been buried in the soil by now. I will never forget my life-saving grace!”
"Haha! Master Li is too polite. Doctors are kind-hearted. I just happened to meet him at the right time." Meng Lang smiled.
Xiang Wenlong looked at the "Little Brother Meng" in front of him.
Listening to the meaning of Li Lei’s words, this young man seems to be a master of the apricot forest? Doesn't it look like his age?
However, he doesn't have the temperament of a master at all, and even his body shape looks like that of an ordinary person who has never practiced martial arts. He should not be the target he is looking for.
Just when he was about to step forward to ask, Li Lei took the first step. He took out a large paper bag from his bag impatiently and held it up with both hands.
"Master Meng, please make this trip. My master's health cannot last long. Please help him diagnose and treat his old man!
This is all my savings. If it is not enough If you tell me the number, I will definitely find a way to get it together even if I sell everything!"
Everyone looked at the big paper bag in Li Lei's hand in surprise.
As long as it's not "just to tease you" with a dime or two cents, depending on the size, it's at least hundreds of thousands...
A consultation costs hundreds of thousands for a consultation?
What level of miracle doctor is this?
"Hey! Junior brother, who are you, Brother Meng?" Tang Xiaoqi was no longer afraid at this time, and came over to ask in a low voice with a curious look on her face.
Who? I want to know too!
Zheng Wan's mind was a little confused at this time.
"Little Brother Meng", "Master Meng", "Miracle Doctor Meng"...how many titles are there?
The key is that every title seems to have a lot of stories in it...
No wonder people said before that "there is no necessary relationship between experience and age."
How much experience does this have to have?
Brother Biao and Ah Xing were also a little surprised, but not at the high medical fee.
They knew that Master Meng was proficient in Feng Shui and fortune, but they didn’t expect that he was also proficient in the art of Qi Huang?
But think about it, medicine and Taoism have been indistinguishable since ancient times, so it seems normal to have this craft?
The master is worthy of being a master!
If I get any "difficult disease" from now on, wouldn't it be possible to save me?
Is Master Meng no more reliable than some small advertisement on a telephone pole?
I’m a little excited just thinking about it!
Brother Biao looked at the thick package of "diagnosis fee" and sneered in his heart, what a master, he only paid a few hundred thousand and thought...
"Okay! Then I'll accept it. , I’ll tell you how much difference it is after it’s cured, haha!”
Brother Biao: “…”
Seeing that Meng Lang had no intention of refusing at all, he took the paper package directly with a smile. Everyone looked strange.
According to the normal routine, shouldn't a certain miracle doctor say something like "Doctors are benevolent, but talking about money is vulgar" to show off his high integrity?
Even if you want to collect money, in front of so many people, you should just pretend to refuse it!
Also, "We will tell you how much the difference is after it is cured"... Isn't it enough for you to co-author it?
Are all the miracle doctors these days so vulgar?
The only "die-hard fan" Brother Biao was present, looking at Meng Lang who looked like a money-mad man with a puzzled look on his face...
That's not right! Ah Xing won a prize before, but he refused the thank you payment of more than 10 million yuan without blinking an eye. There is no reason that a few hundred thousand yuan can make the master moved, right?
Hmm! Master's move... must have deep meaning!
Li Lei looked happy, "I listen to Master Meng, then when can we start treatment?"
"It will happen now."
Meng Lang said and looked at Cheng Biao, "Brother Biao, is there a quieter room?"
Although he was visiting a doctor, Meng Lang didn't have a serious office space, and there were huge secrets hidden in his home. Of course, it is impossible to just take people home.
Coupled with the idea of recruiting troops, "Liangshan Bo" naturally became the preferred treatment location.
As the saying goes, illness comes like a mountain falling and goes away like a thread. Master Li's old illness cannot be cured in a day or two.
This time it will be familiar again, it depends on whether Brother Biao knows how to seize the opportunity...
"Yes, yes, just the general manager's office over there."
Brother Biao immediately ordered his younger brother to clean up the room and free it up.
"Okay! Master Li, let's go over there."
Seeing Meng Lang and others about to leave, Xiang Wenlong, who had been standing beside him, finally couldn't bear it anymore!
Hey, hey, hey! The real person who kicks the gym is still here, are you treating me like nothing?
"Wait a minute, where is the 'Guanzhong Hero'?"
"You are..." Meng Lang turned to look at him.
"I am Shaolin Xiang Wenlong, I was invited to challenge you!"
"Oh~" It seems that this is the real master who came to compete in the gym.
Meng Lang looked at Xiang Wenlong and looked him up and down. He really had the temperament of a master, especially the cold look on his face...
"Unfortunately, your opponent may not be able to come in these two days. If you want to challenge, you may have to wait for two days."
"Huh?" Xiang Wenlong frowned.
"The fight is inevitable. If I lose, I won't survive! I didn't expect that someone who can say such things would still be timid to fight?"
"Uh..."< br>
Although I wrote it myself, it is still a little shameful for someone else to read it out like this...
"That...A Xing!"
"Hey! Little Brother Meng!" A Xing immediately came up.
Meng Lang pointed at Ah Xing, "Here, this is our martial artist here. If you can defeat him, you will be qualified for the next challenge."
Xiang Wenlong immediately frowned.
“I have never heard of such a challenge rule!”
"Why is there no more?"
"Where is it?"
"The final interpretation right of this event belongs to the organizer. Isn't this common sense?"
Xiang Wenlong : "..."
Seeing the dissatisfied look on the other party's face, Meng Lang patiently explained with a smile.
"Don't worry, this is not a wheel battle. If you are exhausted, you can always ask to suspend the challenge, or choose another day to fight again. The competition is absolutely fair and just!"
"There is no need, I will come this time, I just want to challenge the Great Hero of Guanzhong!”
“But look, the Great Hero of Guanzhong! There is only one hero, and there must be an endless stream of challengers, right?
It’s impossible for people to be here 24 hours a day, right? Then, wouldn’t it be great if we increase the challenge threshold and eliminate those who are just pretending to be fake? Is it reasonable?"
"Well..." It seems reasonable.
Before Xiang Wenlong spoke, Li Lei, who was anxious to treat his master, was a little dissatisfied.
"What nonsense are you talking about! I already told you that today is inconvenient! Master Meng, please feel free to treat my master, Xiang Wenlong, right? I, Bajiquan Li Lei, also want to learn about Shaolin Great move!
You If you can't defeat a defeated general like me, then you have no qualifications to challenge the hero of Guanzhong!"
A Xing, who was originally excited when he heard that there was a fight, saw someone actually trying to intercept him! Hu, how can I agree with that?
“Hey! Do you understand that it’s first come, first served? That dragon, let’s go up and fight first!”
"No matter who comes first, as long as this guy doesn't disturb my master's treatment!"
"It would be best if you don't fight with me. Wait until I defeat this dragon. How about we fight a battle?" ?”
“I’m always with you!”
Looking at Axing and Li Lei who didn’t take him seriously, the corner of Xiang Wenlong’s mouth twitched, and a trace of anger finally appeared on his face. .
"Bang!" He threw his heavy and huge travel bag aside, causing a cloud of smoke and dust.
He twisted his neck and hit hard with both fists!
"Okay! In that case, if you have the skills, feel free to come over! Whether you go up one by one or all together today, Guanzhong Hero... I am determined to challenge you!"
The three muscular men looked at each other, fighting spirit bursting out in their eyes!
Meng Lang watched this scene happily and did not stop it.
As the saying goes, there is no acquaintance without a fight. After a fight, friendship will come, right?
Zheng Wan, who was behind Meng Lang, felt like her heart was trembling.
What "Guanzhong Hero", what challenge, how come we are about to start a fight?
He felt as if he had accidentally entered the copy of "Juxian Village".
At first it was "gathering of heroes", then suddenly it became "seeking medical advice", and in the end it was not about "going on a killing spree", right?
I just want to ask if it is too late to return the copy now?
...
The boys immediately began to clean up the venue. Meng Lang ignored what was happening on the other side of the ring and first invited Master Li into the manager's office, which served as a temporary clinic.
Then he turned around and threw the substantial package of "diagnosis fees" to Cheng Biao, who had been following behind.
"Brother Biao, you have caused trouble for everyone. There may be a lot of this kind of thing in the future, so these will be regarded as lost work wages."
"Haha! Okay, I will get back to you later. Tell the brothers, this is the tea fee for Brother Meng to treat everyone to tea.”
Brother Biao actually didn't refuse and just collected the money.
Then he leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Brother, you are definitely not collecting this money for money, right?"
"Huh? How do you know?"
"Hey! Intuition!"
Meng Lang smiled and looked at the crowd in the direction of the ring, "Brother Biao, the security company is short of people now, right?"
Brother Biao's eyes lit up.
"There is a shortage! I am worried about this! Not only is there a shortage of capable manpower, but there is also a shortage of coaches. Although Ah Xing can play, he is not the material at all!"
"Well ! This is a senior master of Bajiquan, and his apprentice on the stage can be ranked in the top ten among the younger generation..."
Meng Lang smiled pointedly.
Brother Biao's eyes brightened, "You mean..."
"I have created an opportunity for you. Whether you can keep people or not depends on your ability.
Let me remind you, most of those who dare to challenge are those who have higher ambitions and want to stay. It’s not easy to get down.”
Brother Biao looked a little excited, “Brother, you must have thought of a good idea, right?”
You have confidence in me?
Meng Lang glanced at Cheng Biao funny, "Yeah! I will leave you a treasure later, and give you a message."
"The treasure of the town hall"? It sounds exciting!
“What are you talking about?” Brother Biao looked at Meng Lang expectantly.
"Living in Suhang, it's not easy!"
After Meng Lang finished speaking, he turned around and entered the office with a smile, closing the door behind him.
Living in Suzhou and Hangzhou is not easy?
Looking at the closed door, Brother Biao frowned and pondered the meaning of this sentence over and over in his mind...
His fingers subconsciously rubbed the paper bag in his hand, and he suddenly felt so happy!
Is it possible that the master collected this money actually because of...
I’ll just say it! Master’s move must have profound meaning!
……
"Gu~" Zheng Wan swallowed nervously.
Thanks to Meng Lang's previous words, "My friend, come in for a visit," the two of them were completely misunderstood and thought they were here to watch the game.
Plus, Brother Meng brought it personally, so it’s a special treat!
At this time, he and Tang Xiaoqi were arranged in the middle of the ring, in Seat C of the audience.
The point is, they are surrounded by a bunch of tattooed men, and the feeling of oppression is like two pure little lambs mixed into a pack of wolves...
"Brother, is this a daily match in the boxing gym? Why don't they wear protective gear? Also, who is the Guanzhong Hero? Is it the nickname of a certain gold belt boxer?"
< br>Hearing that Tang Xiaoqi beside him was still asking excitedly about the bald brother next to him who had a sinister face and looked like a green dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right.
Zheng Wan wants to cry but has no tears!
This psychological quality...
As expected of the person I like, he is indeed beautiful and sassy!
"Brother Ah Xing, come on!"
"Knock him down!"
"Show him something awesome!"
While his mind was still thinking wildly, Ah on the stage Xing and Xiang Wenlong had already rushed towards each other!
“Bang!” “Bang!” “Bang!”
"Ah!" Zheng Wan exclaimed in her heart, trying to avoid looking away, but gradually, she couldn't help but widen her eyes...
This was undoubtedly a fist-fight that belonged to men. A passionate competition.
Both sides practiced hard skills, and Xiang Wenlong, who was not physically dominant, was not inferior to the tall and powerful Ah Xing in terms of speed and strength.
From the beginning, the two sides faced each other head-on without any pretense!
“Bang!” “Bang!”
The beads of sweat flying under the spotlight and the muscles pumping during the boxer's movements are actually full of a violent beauty, stirring up the adrenaline in people's hearts!
The dull sound of the collision between the fist and the body was like a drum, making Zheng Wan's heart seem to tremble...
I have only seen some boxing matches on TV, but not To think that such a close-up view would be so shocking!
He stared at the two men on the ring with his eyes wide open.
He is a victim of violence as well as an opponent of violence.
He has been excellent in both morals and academics since he was a child, and he has never done anything with anyone.
But accompanied by the hoarse shouts of encouragement around him, fists waving on the stage, and blood splattering, for a moment, he felt that the blood in his chest that had been cooling for many years seemed to begin to boil at this moment... …
For the first time, he felt the ultimate aesthetics of violence.
The battles are numbered in heaven and earth. If I fight, I will not survive if I am defeated!
For the first time, he deeply understood that power is not necessarily used to bully the weak, but can also be used to protect oneself...
A door to a new world... opened to him...
"Ah~ so awesome! So handsome!" Tang Xiaoqi screamed without a ladylike image.
Zheng Wan: "..."
...
More than half an hour later.
The door to the manager's office was reopened.
Master Li, whose face was much rosier than before, walked out first.
He took a long breath, and the smooth breathing he had not seen for a long time made him couldn't help but smile.
"Thank you so much, Doctor Meng! I haven't felt this kind of relaxed feeling in many years!"
"Haha! Don't call me Doctor Doctor. You are an elder. Call me Xiao Meng. That’s it!
Master Li, you should take a good rest next time. It is best not to travel long distances.
Come to my place for acupuncture every other week, and follow the prescriptions I give you to replenish your blood and replenish your qi. It is estimated that in a month or two, your old disease will be fundamentally relieved. "
Master Li wanted to thank him again, but suddenly he heard an exclamation from the direction of the ring not far away.
When he turned around and looked, his expression suddenly changed.
I saw my beloved disciple half-kneeling on the ring, with one hand twisted irregularly and large beads of sweat on his forehead.
"Leizi!"
......
"Crack!"
Just a pull and a twist, and the dislocated arm was reattached.
“Okay, it’s okay, it’s just a dislocated joint, nothing serious.”
After hearing Meng Lang's words, Master Li breathed a sigh of relief.
Li Lei moved his arms with a trace of shame on his face.
"Master Meng, I'm sorry, I didn't expect that the other party is actually proficient in the Shaolin muscle-splitting and bone-splitting hand..."
The tendon-splitting and bone-splitting hand?
Is there really such a unique skill? Meng Lang expressed his confusion.
Ah Xing was also grinning while moving the joints that had been reattached. The difference was that one of his legs had been removed, and he still has some cramps...
Although both of them were bruised and swollen, they were in good spirits. He was in pretty good condition and still had the strength to glare at Xiang Wenlong on the opposite side.
Xiang Wenlong was sitting on the ground to rest. Seeing that the two of them were a little unconvinced, he still smiled coldly.
“Ha! Acceptance!”
The nosebleed didn’t stop, which somewhat ruined the master’s temperament.
It can be seen that both sides fought hard, but neither of them made a fatal move.
"How about it? I have proven myself and am not just pretending, right? When can I challenge the heroes of Guanzhong?" Xiang Wenlong looked at Meng Lang.
"Well..."
He did not expect that on the first day of opening, he would meet such a master.
What a trouble for happiness...
"Forget it, you are the first lucky player to challenge me. Since you have made your request sincerely, I will grant it to you."
"Oh! So I can fight the heroes of Guanzhong. "Yes?" Xiang Wenlong's eyes lit up.
"Yes, you can set a time, you can do it at any time."
"No, just now! I can still fight!" Xiang Wenlong looked proud.
Meng Lang was not surprised either. He nodded with a smile and looked at Cheng Biao.
"Brother Biao, please clear the place and close the door!"
"Uh..."
Xiang Wenlong looked confused. It's just a competition, why are you clearing the place?
Is it possible that you are worried that losing too badly will affect your reputation?
Ha! People who seek fame and reputation!
Although Brother Biao didn't quite understand what Meng Lang wanted to do, he immediately followed his instructions and began to dismiss his younger brother and ask everyone to leave the boxing gym.
Master Li Lei and his apprentice looked at each other with strange expressions.
Before leaving, Li Lei couldn't help but asked.
"Um, you...haven't heard of the famous stunt of the Guanzhong heroes?"
"The famous stunt? It's just the Twelve Road Tan legs, and I haven't seen it before."
"I'm not talking about that, I mean..."
"Hmph! Needless to say, I, Xiang Wenlong, never need to know what my opponent will do, I only need to know where my opponent is!"
< br>Looking at the Shaolin disciple who looked arrogant and cold, and was filled with honey and self-confidence, Li Lei finally confirmed.
This is a stupid young man who has never heard of the "Horror Legend of Jianghu" and comes to challenge...
Oh! Master Meng is indeed a kind-hearted doctor, and even asked people to clear the place and close it in advance.
With so many people watching and word spreading, those people who are just fishing for fame shouldn't die on the spot?
Recalling the unavoidable and unavoidable final kick on Zhongnan Mountain, like an antelope hanging its horns...
Li Lei's chrysanthemums tightened, leaving Xiang Wenlong with a sympathetic look. With small eyes, he quickly followed everyone out of the boxing gym.
It wasn't until the door of the boxing gym was slammed shut that Xiang Wenlong looked around curiously and asked strangely to Meng Lang, the only one left.
“Hey! Where are the heroes from Guanzhong?”
Meng Lang didn't say anything, he just smiled and started to move his hands and feet.
Xiang Wenlong: "..."
...
Outside the door.
“Hey! Why does Brother Meng stay alone in there? Is he a referee?
Who is the hero of Guanzhong? Did you enter through the back door? There's no movement at all. It's so mysterious. I really want to go in and have a look..."
Tang Xiaoqi kept asking questions, and Zheng Wan had a black line on his face. How could he possibly know these questions.
>Just when I wanted to say something, the door suddenly opened. With a creaking sound, someone opened it from the inside.
I saw Meng Lang still holding the medical bag and walked out of it calmly.
Then he moved softly, gently. Close the door gently
"Hey! Brother Meng, why did you come out so quickly? Has the beating started inside?" Tang Xiaoqi asked quickly.
Meng Lang said with a smile, "Children, don't like to join in the fun so much. Okay, if it's okay, let's all leave.
I'm going back first. I'm still waiting for you at home. It’s time to eat.”
After that, he left the boxing gym without giving the confused people a chance to ask questions, leaving only an enigmatic back...
Everyone looked at each other, feeling like cat paws.
What happened inside?
If you say the fight started, why is there no movement at all?
Among the crowd, only Zheng Wan stood there with a strange expression.
He happened to be standing at the door just now. When he opened the door, he happened to see part of the scene inside through the crack in the door.
If I saw it correctly, the terrifying and powerful man just now seems to have fallen on the ring...
But how is this possible?
Is there ten seconds between closing the door and opening the door?
He felt that he must have been dazzled.
But when I think about it carefully, the picture is very clear, that is, the man's fallen posture is a bit strange.
(Xiang Wenlong: "O=z...")
Here comes the big chapter! I wish you all good luck in the Year of the Rabbit! Happy family!
(End of this chapter)