Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 126 The immortal touches my top and bears longevity

"Xiao Li, oh, it's your foreman."

Brother Jia waved the car keys.

"I used to decorate my martial arts gym for senior brother, and I also introduced a few jobs to him, so I'm an old friend."

"Xiao Li, he's not a bad person, he's just a bit smarter."

"I didn't know you were my junior brother before, but now I'm fine. With my senior brother, I'll save my face, so I won't dare to embarrass you even if I give him some courage."

"Junior Brother Chen, you can relax."

Chen Ping nodded.

"Thank you, brother."

The fat man laughed hahaha.

They have already boarded the box on the second floor of the hotel.

The waiter leading the way bowed to open the door.

Brother Jia walked in swaggeringly, looked left and right, and his comments were okay, but he shook his head again, saying that it was somewhat worse, next time he will definitely take you to a better place.

Chen Pingan took a step behind, and when Brother Jia commented on the decoration of the box, he nodded to the waiter who opened the door and said thank you.

The waiter looked weird.

Chen Pingan didn't notice either, he just followed Senior Brother Jia's call and sat next to his right hand.

"Hi, menu."

"Ah."

Brother Jia squinted his eyes and opened it.

Without raising his eyes, he greeted Chen Pingan.

"Junior Brother, what taboos?"

"No problem, brother, let's make the decision."

Chen Pingan opened his mouth and finally nodded.

"Well, it's fine."

"Row."

Brother Jia agreed and handed the menu to the waiter.

"Young man, just fold up those two pages and read them all."

"Okay, let's do it all again, what else do you want, are you two drinking?"

Brother Jia sneered.

"What good wine can you have in this small place?"

"Let's get the case of beer first, it's the most expensive."

"okay!"

The waiter gently closed the door and left the box.

Brother Jia slapped the car keys, watch and wallet on the table.

With so much force, the whole table shook three times.

He casually rolled up his sleeves, revealing a large area of ​​fine hair.

"Come on one?"

Brother Jia shook out the smoke.

"No."

Chen Ping said cautiously.

"Thank you, brother."

"Tsk."

Brother Jia smiled.

"Still following the old man's rules."

"No smoking, no evil, no this, no that."

"Brother, it's not brother, I said you, we all came out, and the old man was buried too, um, it's been three years."

"It was four years and six months. It snowed the day Master left."

"Oh, look at my memory."

Brother Jia patted his forehead.

"No, no, no."

He shook his head.

"This man, when he gets busy, he forgets everything."

Chen Pingan sat upright, staring at the clean tableware wrapped in plastic film without making a sound.

"Old man, he's a nice guy, but he's a bit rigid, he doesn't know how to adapt, and he won't go down the mountain even if he keeps such a good hand. What rules are there?"

The fat man spit all over the place.

"Brother."

Chen Ping said.

"Master, he has been away for four years and six months."

Fatty put down his hand.

Displeasure flashed across the fat-pile face for a moment.

It was only for a moment, Senior Brother Jia suppressed his unhappiness and put on a bright smile.

"Yes Yes Yes."

He kept saying.

"Look at me, I've been so busy recently that I forgot everything."

"Talking is always running the train, and there is no way to control the mouth."

"Punish, punish!"

"Wait, it's nine at the meeting, brother, I'll punish myself with three cups first!"

He laughed.

The awkward atmosphere disappeared.

Because of the master's topic before, the delicate atmosphere between the two of them can be regarded as exposed.

With leeks on the table, the table is full.

Brother Jia picked up his chopsticks and greeted him warmly.

"It's been a while since I've had a good meal, come here, don't be shy, let go of your stomach and eat whatever you want!"

"Thank you, brother."

"Hahaha, why are you being polite to me!"

He took the initiative to pick up a large piece of chicken leg for Chen Pingan.

"Come on, eat this, you kid can take a bite at the master's place, how about it, brother, don't you forget it!"

Chen Pingan smiled.

"That, I said Junior Brother."

After drinking three glasses of wine, his cheeks were slightly red.

Xu felt that the atmosphere was about the same.

Brother Jia put his arm around Chen Pingan's shoulders.

Carelessly breathing alcohol.

"I remember, you have three gold medals."

"It's five dollars."

Chen Ping said.

"And three silver medals."

"oh oh."

Brother Jia didn't care about Chen Pingan's attitude, his mind was full of five gold medals, and he was grinning so much that it almost reached his ears.

"Five yuan, five yuan is good, five yuan!"

He took a hard sip of his drink.

"let me tell you."

He approached Chen Pingan.

"Brother, there is a way to get rich, and I thought of you at the first time."

"Senior brother also knows that you are a good person and have a straight temper."

"That's right, straight-tempered people don't make money so well."

"If we have trouble with anyone, don't have trouble with money, don't you think so?"

Brother Jia blinked.

"What about you, change a little bit."

"Come to my martial arts school, brother, and be the head coach."

"One month, senior brother will give you this number."

He stretched out his fat hand, spread his fingers apart, and doubled.

The words that were spoken seemed to carry the fragrance of the ink of banknotes.

"fifty thousand!"

Chen Ping's breath was stagnant.

Brother Jia laughed proudly.

"Well, it's interesting enough!"

"Brother, I don't want you to work hard."

"Our martial arts gym uses membership system, high-end!"

"The people who come here are all white-collar workers and middle management who earn tens of thousands of dollars a month."

"It's not me, it's just them, junior brother, you know, those with thin skin and tender flesh can't endure hardships, what kind of martial arts can they learn."

Brother Jia pouted.

"It's enough to show your hands casually!"

"And you, Junior Brother, all your abilities are spent on that construction site, isn't it a waste?"

"Are you willing?"

As he said that, the fat man patted his chest every now and then, and let out a long sigh.

"You are willing, and senior brother is also unwilling for you!"

Chen Ping pursed his lips, his eyes flickered.

The fat man laughed.

He pulled out a Motorola.

Open to play the video.

Very quickly, it took just over a minute to load.

In the video is a wooden dummy that Chen Ping'an is familiar with.

A handsome young man in training uniform let out a heavy sigh, and punched out.

Just heard the muffled bang.

The stakes are falling apart.

Chen Ping frowned slightly.

"This is?"

Brother Jia laughed twice.

"Come on, there's more, keep watching."

Another few videos.

The same handsome young man punched and kicked, and the practice props were smashed and exploded. The effect was astonishing. At first glance, it seemed that the warriors in the novel had come to reality.

But Chen Ping couldn't see anything.

This person seems to have a good appearance, but in fact his muscles are loose and his strength is not right. Let alone a martial arts practitioner, he is better than ordinary people.

With this kind of thing, can it also break the wooden dummy?
Chen Pingan was full of doubts.

Until he saw the last video.

One person held a black remote control and pressed it.

In the next second, the solid wooden dummy exploded and fell apart.

Chen Ping frowned.

Seeing this, Senior Brother Jia thought that Chen Pingan was worried about danger, so he laughed and comforted his senior brother.

"" Don't worry, don't worry.

"Don't look at it as if it blows up."

"Remember the slingshot we played with when we were young."

"Actually, that's what happened."

"It hurts, it's gone."

"There's no danger."

As he spoke, he patted his chest again.

"Junior Brother, you don't even think about it."

"If it's really dangerous, can senior brother still find you!"

"That definitely won't work."

Chen Pingan stared at the torn wooden dummy for a long time.

"Then this is?"

"Props, props."

Brother Jia is very happy.

"Those white-collar workers, junior brother, you also know that they can't endure hardships, and still want to have a hand, each of them is like a dream."

"However, don't say it, it's best to earn money for dreaming!"

"They want to be good."

Brother Jia proudly pointed at the phone.

"Let's give him a good hand."

Chen Pingan was quiet for a while.

Brother Jia is not in a hurry, as a businessman, you have to be patient.

He took a sip of his wine, frowned, spat on the ground, and cursed.

"What rubbish."

Chen Pingan glanced at the ugly puddle of wine on the ground.

"That, junior brother."

The fat man had a warm smile again.

"How about it, do it with the senior brother."

"Fifty thousand a month."

"You're not tired, just bring your gold medal and come here. At that time, we will hold a crash course with your grades as an endorsement. The senior brother will find a few brothers from the media to promote it. Then there are as many students as you want."

He vividly outlined a beautiful blueprint for Chen Ping'an's future.

So wonderful and charming.

Especially the monthly salary of [-] yuan.

Chen Ping'an is not light, it will take him to move bricks for many years.

But ah.

He glanced at the phone screen again.

His eyes became firm.

"Thank you brother for still thinking of me."

Before the smile on Senior Brother Jia's face completely burst.

I heard Chen Pingan continue to speak.

"But I still have to practice."

"You have to stand up."

"Staying at the construction site is also good."

"Don't bother senior brother to worry about it."

Fatty's smiling face sank a little bit.

He squinted.

He looked at Chen Pingan coldly.

The fat man ate two mouthfuls of food.

He wiped his mouth slowly.

"well."

"Senior brother has grown up."

"I have my own opinion."

Senior Brother Jia grinned, showing a half-smile.

"Let me guess."

"You, Chen Pingan, want to practice."

"Standing pile."

He sneered.

"Isn't it, the Hunyuan pile taught by Yan Luo in the Children's Palace?"

He laughed a few times.

Chen Ping lowered his head, sitting in the same posture as before.

"Senior brother."

The fat man put his hand on Chen Ping'an's shoulder.

He suffers from seriousness of speech.

"It's not you, Senior Brother Jia, who poured cold water on you."

"It's true, hey."

He sighed again, hesitated to speak, finally gritted his teeth and continued.

"Haven't you ever thought about it, what about Yan Luo, is it just a film!"

Senior Brother Jia had a heartbroken expression on his face.

It's completely for the sake of the younger brother.

Chen Ping'an frowned.

"The teacher that day..."

"I know!"

Brother Jia waved his hand and interrupted Chen Pingan's words.

"I know what you're going to say!"

"Yes!"

"Then Yan Luo is very good at fighting."

"Yes."

"Just."

Brother Jia said.

"That day, I went to the next city to participate in an event, but I wasn't there, and I didn't see her."

"When I came back, I heard about Yan Luo. It sounded like something."

"Senior brother is also curious, didn't he just go and have a look the next day."

"Tuition fees are paid at all."

"But what about him?"

"Ah."

Brother Jia sneered again.

"Tell me, junior brother, tell me."

"What strength."

"What Hunyuan pile?"

"I only listened to the master's horse stance, at most the three-body posture, and this is the first time I heard Lao Shizi's Hunyuan pile..."

"How much strength can I cultivate!"

"Hahaha!"

"I bother!"

A mouthful of thick phlegm.

"I see that kid, he's just a young man with no hair on his mouth, and he can't do things well."

"I probably read a few martial arts books on the street stall."

"Then when my brain got hot, I came here to fool you."

"Senior brother, let me tell you, I have seen a lot of young people like this kind of ignorant young man!"

"It's just that you are honest, and you were deceived by him."

"If it were me, then what Yan Luo, I asked him to run to see Yan Luo by himself."

"Snapped!"

It was the crisp sound of a slap on the hand.

"Clang!"

It was the loud sound of Huo Ran getting up and knocking down the chair.

Chen Pingan looked down at the fat man.

"Brother Jia."

He clasped his fists.

"I'll call you brother for the last time."

"Teacher, he has great abilities."

"If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense."

"and."

Chen Ping pointed at the phone.

"You are not qualified to talk about the teacher."

He paused, still calm.

"Your movie."

Brother Jia's face had turned crimson.

"you you!"

"Hello, Chen Pingan!"

"The eldest brother is like a father, and the eldest brother is like a father!"

"Have you ever talked to a senior brother like this!"

"Are you worthy of Master and his old man!"

Chen Pingan smiled.

He ignored Fatty's words.

Just say it for yourself.

"November 26 every year."

"I will go back and stay with Master for seven days on the mountain."

"Little monkey, Ah Qi, big fat."

"Some have been here for a year or two."

"Some come every year."

He went to see Fatty Jia again.

"I haven't seen you once."

he asked softly.

"Brother, are you so busy making money?"

The fat man opened his mouth and said something, but Chen Pingan didn't want to hear it anymore.

"I remember, the master said it before."

"There is so much money in this world that you won't be able to make it until you die."

"Jia Dali."

He called out the fat man's name.

"Can you sleep?"

"This time, for the sake of you and my senior brother, I won't do anything."

"Speaking of which, as early as six years ago, the master expelled you from the mountain gate."

"Call me senior brother, it's affection."

His tone turned cold.

"If I don't recognize you, Jia Dali, no one will be able to tell the truth."

"So."

"If you still dare to arrange the teacher's fault next time."

He cupped his hands.

"I, Chen Pingan, am not talented, so I have to ask you, Jia Dali, for advice. This is the kung fu of fists and feet."

The voice fell.

Every word is sonorous.

Fatty Jia shrank back involuntarily.

He hasn't really touched a hand in, many years.

Otherwise, where did the fat all over this body come from?

Chen Ping turned around and opened the door.

Before leaving, he stopped.

"correct."

He said.

"At the time on the mountain, you ate the chicken legs."

"I've never eaten."

"You remembered wrong."

The door is closed.

After a while, the fat man gasped for breath.

His forehead was covered with dense oily sweat.

"Okay Chen Pingan, wait!"

He picked up the phone tremblingly.

His eyes were cold.

"Wait for me!"

Make a call and get through quickly.

"Mr. Jia, what are your orders?"

I heard the fat man say coldly.

"Xiao Li, let me do something for my brother."

Chen Pingan was dismissed from the construction site.

I haven't been paid these days.

The construction site is like this, the money is pressed, and the money is paid only after the person leaves.

Or simply don't give it.

"Captain Li, it's me, Chen Pingan."

"Oh."

"salary……"

"Ah."

Over there chuckled.

"I heard that you are very good at fighting."

"If you have the ability, beat me up."

"Let's be clear, you have offended someone you shouldn't, don't want this money anymore."

The phone beeped and hung up.

Chen Ping put down the microphone.

I paid fifty cents to the owner of the small shop.

"One five!"

The boss playing mahjong is impatient.

"It's one piece less."

"Uh-huh."

Chen Ping touched his pocket.

He took off his coat again, undid the thread sewn on the hem, and took out a coin.

"Leave it alone, boss."

"Oh."

Chen Ping turned around.

He heard the excited cheers of the boss behind him.

"Nonsense, one hundred and one hundred, give me money! Give me all!" "Old Zhang is lucky, let's wipe off the thirty percent!"

"Hahaha, I'm lucky, forget about this little money, just wipe it away, I'm happy today!"

Chen Ping touched the hem of his clothes.

This is what my mother repeatedly told me when I went out, sew some money on the hem of the clothes, so that I can have a thought when I have no food in the future.

He went to another job site.

But seeing his face, the recruiting job that was supposed to be good, was full in no time.

Hit the wall everywhere.

He remembered the reprimand from his master many years ago.

"People who practice martial arts are most afraid of bullying the weak."

"If you have killing skills and don't know how to restrain yourself, then we warriors are no different from those beasts."

Chen Pingan sat on the guardrail of the sidewalk, quietly watching the heavy traffic late at night.

For a long time, for a long time.

Chen Ping jumped off the guardrail.

Stand with your feet on the ground.

He punched a set of long fists slowly.

One move at a time, with full concentration.

The orange light hit the side of his face.

Shine a pair of clear and pure eyes.

Exhale.

stand.

Chen Pingan asked himself.

"Do you want to practice martial arts?"

No need to hesitate.

There is no need to doubt.

He heard his firm answer.

"I want to practice martial arts."

This is enough.

"This is, Wu."

Han Ye's eyes were filled with unconcealable shock.

No one can quickly accept a new thing.

So does he.

"right."

Lu Mingfei patted him on the shoulder.

"This is Wu."

He gave a smiley face.

"Congratulations, you are getting started."

Han Ye was still in a daze.

"Oh, thank you."

"Thank you Brother Lu."

Just in the morning, Han Ye and Lu Mingfei said that he seemed to have gained strength in cultivation.

Lu Mingfei confirmed again and again, it turned out that he had good strength.

Gaining strength means that Han Ye has really entered the door of Kyushu martial arts.

At the same time, it also provided a strong proof for Lu Mingfei's guess.

As he thought, in the world of dragons, only people or things related to dragons have the possibility of transcendence.

Such as mixed race.

If you are an ordinary person, even if your talent is as strong as Jian Xin Kongming, if you don't have dragon blood, if you are not a mixed race, you will never have the possibility to change your destiny.

But ah.

According to bloodlines, people are divided into three, six, and nine classes.

Without dragon blood, no matter how hard you work, you will be powerless, and you will stop mortals for life.

Such a world.

Such a world.

Such a world!
Really, it makes people angry.

Lu Mingfei thought so unhappily.

Compared with this world, although some sects in Kyushu are absurd, they are superior.

But after all, they still come out from ordinary people.

Martial arts, martial arts.

This is a completely different power from dragon blood.

No matter how humble a beggar is.

No more powerless life.

It can also be grasped tightly to change the power of fate.

As long as there are skills, anyone can embark on the road of martial arts.

As for how high he can reach in the future, it is all up to him.

This is also the reason why Lu Mingfei is still obsessed with practicing martial arts after igniting his golden pupils.

Compared with the illusory dragon's blood, the inexplicable spirit of speech.

He believed in the martial arts that he cultivated bit by bit.

Such a thing as fate.

It's just for holding.

Lu Mingfei thought so.

And for this.

I want to practice martial arts.

Meanwhile, people who want to hold onto their fate.

You should also practice martial arts.

Everyone should have a way to reach the sky.

To go or not to go is up to you.

But there is no way.

If there is no road to the sky.

I drive it.

He asked Yuanyuan with a light smile.

"are you ready?"

Yuanyuan nodded.

"Ah."

Han Ye stood aside.

He suddenly felt a great heaviness.

Rolling like a torrent of history

He was almost holding his breath.

What Han Ye didn't know was.

The scene at this moment.

It will be praised repeatedly by countless people in future generations.

Lu Mingfei remembered that the Lingbao Sect, which is both Yuanyuan and Yuanyuan, has its tradition.

It's also fun.

He just smiled.

Place your hands on top of your round head.

I only heard the young man recite leisurely.

"The immortal touches my top and bears longevity."

Open the door.

(End of this chapter)