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Chapter 119 Documents?Manjusri?
Chapter 117 Documents?Manjusri?

The sky is blue, and the unique aroma of milk tea wafts in the air.

Located on the second floor of Hung Kee Milk Tea Shop, the wooden floor that was waxed yesterday has a layer of faint water splashes.

Wearing a sky blue suit, handsome facial features, short jet black hair, and a slightly open neckline where you can see the snow-white skin, it feels like cream, and one can't help but want to take a bite.

But look at the contours of the muscles under the skin.

Obviously, this is not a harmless little puppy.

Exquisite gold-rimmed glasses, holding a black carbon pen worth [-] yuan in his hand, at this moment Chen Changqing is lying in front of a red sandalwood table and writing quickly.

Concentrated and serious appearance, people can't help but think of the intellectuals in the Republic of China period.

And on the same table, some photos were scattered here and there.

Most of them are photos of Ni Yongxiao, and some are photos of Ni Yongxiao and others.But the most eye-catching thing is a yellow note glued together with scotch tape. The content inside is very brief, with only one number - 4:14 on April 22th.

"Boom boom boom!"

A sound of heavy footsteps came from behind, and Chen Changqing paused for a moment.

But he didn't look back, but continued to improve the information in front of him.

Behind him, Hong Zhen was wearing a yellow cartoon Donald Duck apron, holding a cup of freshly mixed milk tea in his hand. He glanced at Chen Changqing and sat down on his favorite grand master chair.

While drinking milk tea, while playing games beautifully.

Although Xiangjiang in the 90s has a fast pace, it can still find a quiet place after all.

Hongji Milk Tea Shop, a small shop located on Wutong Street, is neither a busy city nor a deserted village, but this humble milk tea shop has a tranquility that people in Xiangjiang cannot feel now.

Chen Changqing likes this place very much. Apart from practicing Hong Quan with Lao Hong, he likes to hang out here when he has nothing to do on weekdays.

It's not that there is anything good about the milk tea shop, it's mainly because he likes the atmosphere.

After almost half an hour, Chen Changqing finished writing the last paragraph.

He stretched himself out and let out a long breath.

It's a pity that it's not winter now, and Xiangjiang itself is very warm, otherwise Chen Changqing's exhalation, it is estimated that a large number of people will exhale like a dragon.

This is not an exaggeration. I don't know the specific name of the Hong Quan taught by Chen Changqing, but according to him, it is called Hong Quan, and the name given by Goldfinger is also the word Hong Quan, which is divided into three parts.

Tiger, Leopard, Dragon, Snake, Crane.

Each set of boxing is equipped with foreign boxing, pile power and breathing method.

Generally speaking, foreign boxing is the most difficult to practice, because the improvement of physical fitness cannot be practiced in a day or two, but it is not the most difficult. The most difficult level of foreign boxing is talent.

They are all human beings, with one head and two legs, and some people have great strength.

Therefore, practicing boxing depends on talent, and then perseverance.

Chen Changqing's situation is a bit special, this guy is cheating.

Ever since he came into contact with Hong Quan, his physical fitness has been improving day by day.

Hong Zhen has practiced boxing all his life, and he has seen many talented seedlings, but this is the first time he has seen a monster like the one in front of him.

How long does it take?

Ordinary people may not be able to practice perfect foreign boxing with the help of pile exercises and breathing techniques, but Chen Changqing forced him to do so.

Because the physical fitness is too strong, which drives the progress of other aspects. Although the time of exposure to breathing method is not long, Chen Changqing's Qi ratio is not bad at all compared to those old Hongquan masters who have practiced for more than ten years, or even most of their lives. Even better.

And as Chen Changqing stopped writing, Hong Zhen, who was sitting on the teacher's chair, took a sip of milk tea.

While chewing on the pearl, he said indistinctly:

"Next month, I have a junior coming over."

Chen Changqing froze for a moment, puzzled in his eyes: "So?"

Swallowing the pearls in his mouth, Hong Zhen glanced at Chen Changqing, then lowered his head to play the game console:

"He wants to see you."

He raised his brows, and subconsciously thought of Chen Changqing who was kicking the pavilion in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel eager to try:
"Strong strength?"

Heroes use martial arts to break the ban, and people who practice martial arts are more or less violent.

Chen Changqing usually hides it very well. Although saying this seems to be a curse, he is really not a human being.

But there are aggressive genes hidden in the bones of any creature, and Chen Changqing is no exception.

In a sense, Chen Changqing is rather embarrassed now.

Ordinary people can't beat him, not to mention boxing moves, just a random punch from him is enough to kill people.

As for the master?

There is a master in front of him, and he is also the grand master of Hongquan.

But after all, he is his mentor who preached and learned, and it is not easy for Chen Changqing to fight against the old man.

As for cowardice?
Impossible, it is impossible for him to coax, this is called respecting the teacher, anyway, he does not admit that he can't beat Hong Zhen, an old pervert who can catch bullets with his bare hands.

Facing Chen Changqing's fiery inquiry, Hong Zhen shook his head:
"I don't know, his teacher is my master's named disciple."

"I forgot the exact name. I heard that the surname is Long, is it called Wenshu or Manjusri?"

"Long Wenshu? Where do I really want to hear about it?"

Chen Changqing frowned, vaguely feeling as if he had heard this name somewhere, but couldn't remember it for a while.

Hong Zhen, who was playing a game console, shook his head, and he glanced at Chen Changqing:
"Don't think about it too much. Although he came to see you, his goal is not you."

Although he had never met this nephew surnamed Long, Hong Zhen knew more or less about this nephew's visit.

I heard that he is very talented, and he is already a top-notch master at the age of [-]. According to rumors, he is expected to break through to a grand master. The other party came to him this time, most likely because he wanted to see what a real grand master looks like.

Hong Zhen didn't want to agree at first, but after he left Xiangjiang in the early years, the master's registered disciple helped a lot, so he agreed to the other party's request.

But looking at Hong Zhen's disapproving look, Chen Changqing couldn't help frowning:

"Can you fight?"

Hong Zhen rolled his eyes, and he glared at Chen Changqing angrily:
"You should ask if he will be killed by me."

Looking at Hong Zhen's full of energy, Chen Changqing knew it well.

Although he didn't know how strong this Long was, he knew how painful Mr. Hong's punches were. Chen Changqing had never survived three punches under the opponent's hands without feeding himself.

But even so, Chen Changqing still reminded: "Don't forget that you are 58 this year, don't be stubborn, face is important, but life is also important, at worst I will become a master in two years, I will find you back Come."

"Besides, this is a matter for the juniors, there is no need to let you play."

Hong Zhen glared at Chen Changqing:
"Get the hell out of here!"

Although he looked disgusted, there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.

I didn't say a word, Hong Zhen had no children, and Chen Changqing had no parents (Chen Yongren's mother died first, and Ni Kun also died later).

In a sense, the master-student friendship between the two is much deeper than imagined.

Moreover, the relationship between the two is a master, not a master.

The master's father is the father's father. In traditional martial arts, the apprentice has to support the master until his death.

When leaving Hongji Milk Tea Shop, although the car was parked at the entrance of Baile Game City, Chen Changqing who went out did not drive, but took a double-decker bus at the entrance of Wutong Street.

There are many such buses in Xiangjiang, mainly because of the dense population and the inconvenience of driving.

Instead of driving by yourself, it is really more convenient to take the bus directly if you are on the way.

Because it was two or three o'clock in the afternoon, there were not many people on the bus itself, but Chen Changqing still got on the second floor of the bus. On the second floor of the bus, which was empty, he found a seat by the window and took out the A walkman.

The player is Sony's, and it still plays tapes, which is not as good as the later mp3 and mp4, and it is far different from the convenient mobile phone.

However, in this era, Sony's Walkmans are considered high-end products, and the mainland market is very good.

It probably started in 92. After the economy was fully opened, a large number of small local tyrants emerged in the country. This made Chen Changqing think carefully, but these things still need to be planned, and it is too early to say this.

Just stop and go all the way, almost four or ten minutes passed.

Even though he was listening to the song, Chen Changqing, who still felt like he was about to fall asleep, finally met the person he was going to meet today.

At the stairs on the second floor of the bus, Huang Zhicheng, who was wearing a dark gray suit, walked up, and the moment he saw Chen Changqing?
He couldn't help but his eyes lit up.

But Huang Zhicheng didn't say anything, he pretended to be casual and found a chair behind Chen Changqing and sat down.

(End of this chapter)