Ding ~

The elevator door opened, and Liao Wenjie rang the doorbell of Ali's house. With the sound of footsteps of trotting, the door was quickly opened.

Ali was wearing sports shorts and a sleeveless shirt, and hugged Liao Wenjie with one swooping, then pulled his hand into the room.

"Ali, there is so much time. I don't care about this minute or two minutes. At least I will make a handful of hot pot. The hot pot smell is very strong." Liao Wenjie raised his foot and hooked it up and brought the door.

"No, Brother Jie, where do you want to go? I'm letting you watch TV." Ali pulled Liao Wenjie to the living room and pointed at the TV and said.

In the picture, the reporter interviewed the head of ancient Chinese boxing, the devil's muscle man, and the karate nemesis ghost king Da in front of the broken arena.

A very long string of prefixes hangs on the chest of Ghost King Da, and it is difficult to see them.

"Who is A Yin? Everyone knows that a takeaway delivery person has no money and no ability. He has no ability. He is already past the age of practicing martial arts when he was old..."

In front of the camera, the Ghost King Master looks like a terrifying person, defaming He Jinyin to nothing, the joy among the joy.

Then the topic changed.

"The reason why A Yin became so powerful is because he met me and I changed his life!"

The Ghost King Da patted his chest and asked the camera to give him a close-up of the prefix, and then said: "A month ago, A Yin couldn't even beat the old man in the nursing home..."

"Mr. Devil Muscle Man, this metaphor cannot be played. Please change it." The reporter reminded him in a friendly manner.

"Sorry, change one."

The Ghost King Da clenched his fist and coughed lightly, and said in a word: "A month ago, A Yin couldn't even beat the kindergarten children, but after a month of training, the human weapon could not do anything to him. What do you think?"

“…”

"That's right, because he learned kung fu!"

"There are words in ancient times, and there is skill, but no cowards!"

"This 'ancient' is the 'ancient' of Chinese ancient boxing. Let me tell you good news. Our Chinese ancient boxing is about to open a martial arts hall on Hong Kong Island. The specific time is not yet decided. I will discuss the final details with investors. I hope everyone will continue to pay attention."

"At that time, no matter whether you are trying to strengthen your body or like A Yin, you will refuse cowards and dare to say 'NO' to the world, you can come to the martial arts hall of ancient Chinese boxing. A famous teacher, Ghost King Da, teaches you step by step to learn kung fu, so that you can feel what is a transformation and what is a real man..."

Liao Wenjie:(one`' one)

If he guessed correctly, he was the investor.

"Ali, what happened? How dare he be so arrogant?" Liao Wenjie looked at the word "replay" that was expressed on TV, and was very curious about where the Ghost King Da's confidence came from.

Ali said regretfully: "I only found out after watching the replay. After we left, the real good show began..."

After the two left, Lin Bin's mentality became even worse and was taken advantage of by He Jinyin, who was familiar with his boxing path.

It is true that He Jinyin has enough defense and outputs scraping levels, but he doesn't care about these in the ring. Effective scores are effective scores.

At the end of the third round, He Jinyin scored a score to beat Lin Bin and raised the trophy happily.

A little figure in the first half of his life has never achieved such a great success. He Jinyin cried so hard. The audience all disgusted his face and applauded him, shifting his dissatisfaction with the ancient Chinese boxing sect to Lin Bin, with sarcastic and gossip.

He was persecuted by fake punches and lost in great distress. His childhood sweetheart went to another ring to play the game. Lin Bin was already full of anger, and was ridiculed by dozens of mouths. He fell into a state of rampage on the spot and wanted to have an unruly battle with He Jinyin.

The Ghost King Da was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he grabbed He Jinyin and ran away. After being stopped, he had no choice but to start the extra game.

The order of the ring was gone, and there was a 'Thunderhand' Wen Tailai who was dissatisfied. He angrily showed the referee's authority and was knocked down with a punch.

The four judges entered the venue and joined forces to shape the shape, and were knocked down one punch after another.

The audience was dispatched collectively and flew out in different ways.

During the melee, He Jinyin and Lin Bin began to fight each other, one could not fight, and the other hit it but it didn't hurt. Finally, He Jinyin realized his whimsical idea and forced Lin Bin to be exhausted.

At present, Lin Bin is in a small single room in the police station, waiting for bail from the Elite Center.

"What a psychedelic plot, but... it's not surprising at all." Liao Wenjie complained, no wonder the Ghost King Da was confident of opening a martial arts school to cheat money. It turned out that there was this follow-up plot.

To be honest, he is not optimistic about the opening of the martial arts hall of Ghost King Da. There are many people in the martial arts world who come to play the signature every day for the name of the ancient Chinese boxing sect.

There are and are very likely to be more than students.

Even if he recruited a group of students who were not afraid of death, he could not teach the second one, He Jinyin. There was only one Da Huan Dan, and He Jinyin's success could not be copied.

But...

It's quite interesting. Liao Wenjie thought about putting money on it. If the Ghost King Dala invested in it, he wouldn't mind a friendly sponsorship.

"Ali, this is boring. I'll go to your room to wait for me. I'll show you a baby."

"What baby, serious?"

"Serious, very upright..."

The rain clouds are deep in the embroidered house, and the autumn waves are about to flow

The next day, at noon.

Liao Wenjie found Tian Can in a teahouse and other members of the tour group, ordered a pot of oolong tea, and started chatting with Tian Can.

This teahouse is built on the mountain, surrounded by green shade, with birds singing and flowers blooming, and is quite elegant. It is an industry for a member of the big association. Usually, it only entertains internal members, and ordinary people cannot get in if they spend money.

Now, it is marked out by the monk Long Lantern as a place for the tourist group to rest.

Monk Changdeng didn't know who Liao Wenjie was, but since the tourist group mentioned that he was another young brother of a generation of master Tian Can Leather, he naturally would not continue to pretend to be deaf and asked Zhang Lihua.

Zhang Lihua stammered and couldn't say a correct letter for a long time. Finally, she was forced to ask the long lamp and mentioned Lyon's name.

Liao Wenjie and Lyon have a close relationship. They joined forces to open a supernatural consulting company. They are living a very comfortable life and are not obsessed with it.

As soon as he heard this, Long Deng stopped asking.

Lyon is so weird that Long Deng is the one who knows the best. However, Master Yun Su's previous lessons immediately stopped the idea of ​​meeting Liao Wenjie. He just pretended that Hong Kong Island did not have the number Liao Wenjie.

Therefore, the long light did not bubbling last night, and the mouth said that the injury had not been cured yet, so I went home to meditate.

"Brother, why are you still frowning? I thought you were rejected many times and have been used to it." Liao Wenjie picked up the teapot and poured a cup for Tiancan.

"It's nothing, it's just that Miss Rong and Yun Luo are so similar. I... I feel weird." Tian Can said in a tangled manner with a teacup.

After the show ended last night, everyone came to the teahouse and Chang Chongzi continued to collect information. Rong Yuyi, who was not very smart, answered questions and Tian Can sat next to him and listened silently.

Rong Yuyi and Yunluo have no blood relationship, maybe, but one of them comes from the Song Dynasty and the other comes from the Yuan Dynasty. There are three hundred years between them and I can't find out if I want to check it.

There is nothing in this book. Tiancan vowed to hang himself only on Yunluo tree. He was not interested in Rong Yuyi. He did not think that happiness would be multiplied by two because of the two women's appearance.

After all, he doesn't have twice as much happiness.

The reason for the confusion was that Rong Yuyi had a good impression of Liao Wenjie. When she thought that these two people might get together, Tian Can vaguely saw Yun Luo and Liao Wenjie having a good chat, and then...

Tiancan felt that his thoughts were too dirty, but he looked like him and was not alone. This idea was really nonsense.

Besides, even if you are alone, what can you do?

His virtuous brother is upright and not close to women. Princess Yunluo is pure and elegant, virtuous and virtuous, and he is in ruins...

"Mr. Liao, when did you come?"

A pleasant female voice sounded in his ears. Tian Can turned his head stiffly and saw Rong Yuyi, who could not hide his joy.

Not alone, not alone...

Tiancan thought so, silently lowered his head to drink tea, and raised his ears to listen quietly.

"It's not long after I arrived, Miss Rong doesn't have to be a young man. Just follow the customs and call me 'Ajie'." Liao Wenjie invited Rong Yuyi to sit down and pour her a cup of tea.

"According to the rules here, what should Ajie call me?"

"Ayi, Ayu..."

Liao Wenjie thought for a while and said, "If you lack some artistic conception and beauty, you should just call it "Yuyi", but you are afraid it will be too abrupt."

"Not abrupt, no abrupt, the jade style sounds pretty good."

"That's good, Yuyi, you drink tea."

"Um."

“…”

Tian Can's face turned dark and the dirty feeling came again. It was obviously just an ordinary conversation, but it hurts heartbroken to him.

On the tea table here, the two of them were talking and laughing, and one of them had a bleak back, drinking alone in loneliness.

Outside the teahouse, Chang Chongzi and two members of the tourist group exchanged eyes and took out paper and pen to communicate.

Although he knew that no matter whether it was true or false, he could not find a clue to tracking Liao Wenjie, but Chang Chongzi still arranged it, and the result was just as he imagined that Liao Wenjie could not find any fault.

"Big Nose, you're thinking too much. Do whatever the land god wants. Even if you know who he is, what can you do?" Zhengxin shook his head, the old guy was too obsessed.

"I'm talking sarcastic words here again. You are not the one who vomits blood twice, so of course you don't care." Chang Chongzi rolled his eyes.

"It's not the case this time, I just want you to save some effort."

Zhengxin said dissatisfiedly: "I ask you, if you find the land god, the other party is a big devil and plans to destroy the world, what can you do? After all, do you know the other party's identity? The result is the same, so you can only stare at me!"

"Hahaha, this is a bad statement!"

Chang Chongzi stroked the goatee's beard, raised his eyebrows, and said proudly: "According to your assumption, I can only stare at me without knowing the other party's identity, but I know that it's another situation."

"Oh, you really dare to say that, what is the other situation? Can the little mortal overestimate his ability to kill the god?"

"No, if you know who the other party is, you don't have to stare at me. I can kneel down and beg him."

"Ah..."
Chapter completed!