Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 28 Children's Palace

When we arrived at the hospital, it was very lively. The entrance of the trauma department was full of elders, and they all knew each other at first sight. Here they covered their dark circles and said hello, and while they were pumping air, they clasped their fists and said a long time ago. The coach of the city's martial arts gym The owner of the museum, you can't see when you look down, but there has never been such a crowd as today.

The last time so many people got together was three years ago, and there were only three people from each martial arts hall, which is so spectacular.

At that time, during the National Martial Arts Conference, they practiced together, and it was convenient for them to learn from each other, right?

After all, martial arts and martial arts, where does the progress come from without fighting.

Fortunately, this time, the thirteen martial arts gyms have been wiped out in one go.

The doctor in the hospital laughed at him, and after listening to it for a long time, he realized that there are so many people in these martial arts gyms, and they all fell into the hands of one child.

He just asked, you let a child be beaten like this, this is a big mess, what did the police say?
The curator waved his hand.

"What can we say, we didn't let the police know."

"The rules of the rivers and lakes, you outsiders don't understand. We lost because our skills were inferior to others. It's fine if we don't go back to practice well. Whoever exposes this matter will have to be stabbed in the back by his peers."

"I don't have the face to do that."

"The ancestors are ashamed."

"That's it."

"If someone kicks me out and loses, I'll sue the officials, and let the master know that he can break my legs."

When the doctor listened to the words of these museum owners, he just found it difficult to understand. These people have bruised noses and swollen faces, and they have spent a lot of medical expenses. Moreover, they heard that people and children broke a lot of things. In their eyes, they were still not as skilled as others, not to mention getting angry, they seemed ashamed and wished they could find a hole in the ground, and they didn't even want to trouble the kid.

Moreover, the doctor could clearly hear the admiration for the child in these people's words.

After being beaten, he said, "Well done."

Hey, it's strange to see you for the first time in such a big life.

The coach over there is also interesting, and the time spent waiting for the nurse to call is even better.

"How long did you last?"

"No matter what, there must be three tricks."

"Blow it, you just use three tricks. I don't know what kind of guy you are, but if Yan Luo hits you, you still use the second trick. I'll take your surname!"

"I'm a dog to lie to you. The owner of the museum is watching. Three tricks are three tricks."

"You are so capable, come on, let's make gestures."

"Come on, make gestures."

Seeing the two men's eyes widened and their necks reddened and roaring, the passing nurse couldn't stand it any longer. She was still holding a syringe in her hand, and the cold needle tip was frightening.

"Be quiet, I'm seeing a doctor, I need to call out!"

After the sound, the two of them were speechless like little chickens, and sat down obediently.

Several museum owners gathered together, discussing in a low voice what kind of way Yan Luo is. Zhou, they really don't understand this. What is Da Zhou? Is it a place name?
The talk was over, one of them took a sip of tea, glanced at them, and chuckled.

"Everyone is here."

"Your words are bad, and there is one less."

"Oh, who?"

Several museum owners looked at each other and smiled tacitly.

"No, I have to go and see."

"Calling him so crazy, isn't that just bringing out a gold medal, let's see if he fails today!"

"Let's go, let's go, let's go!"

As they said that, a few people pulled the needles, pulled the needles, tore the bandages, and rushed out.

Doctors and nurses can be regarded as an eye-opener today.

"What are you doing? You haven't finished hanging the bottle yet. Where are you going?"

"And you, the wound that was just stitched up will burst if you leave! Come back and sit down soon!"

A curator poked the person next to him.

"Did you hear that, what about you, hang up the bottle."

"Meddle in your own business, you're going to be bleeding." The man looked at his hand and tightened the bandage nonchalantly.

"Slight injury, small injury, I think back when I was practicing martial arts with my master, one day I would not be able to get out of bed by him, so I would have to stand still."''

"That's true, the young people nowadays just can't bear the hardship."

"No, look at Yan Luo, he's not even 20 years old, tsk tsk tsk, it's amazing!"

"I really don't know where I learned Kung Fu from, this skill is so handsome, I have to obey, old and old."

"Stop talking, hurry up, it's no fun to go late."

"Hahaha."

The bold laughter disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Only the doctors and nurses are left, you look at me, I look at you, dumbfounded.

The silence lasted for a long time, until a nurse intern raised her hand timidly.

"I want to go too."

Children's Palace.

If a foreigner hears the name of the Children's Palace, he may associate it with the Palace of the Coffin, the Shaolin Temple and other martial arts schools, and he will immediately yearn for it, and believe that this place is a first-class holy place for martial arts.

The so-called holy land must be located in a remote and secluded place, surrounded by clouds and fog. If someone comes to study, you have to bow your head at every step, and grow your head at every ten steps. Only by fully showing your heart of martial arts can you be recognized by the masters in the juvenile palace.

Then the expert came out and said that the young man is really good, the registration fee is [-] a semester, go to the window over there and pay first.

To put it bluntly, the so-called Children's Palace is nothing more than a larger training class, or a complex of multiple training classes.

As you walk in, a group of children in the classroom on the left are sitting at a small table playing chess, concentrating on meditation, and a group of slender girls on the right are wearing short lace skirts, with long legs wrapped in white silk, kicking and jumping.

Who wiped away the drool, hey, they are just children, Mr. Police, please take away all the perverts gathered here to watch, don't keep any of them.

What handcuffs are not enough, use a belt to die on the street!

In short, the Children's Palace is a magical place. It was first established to cultivate children's hobbies, quality education, all-round development of morality, intelligence, physical education, art and labor. After studying, there must be hobbies, right?

Of course, it’s a hobby, and it’s more a place for children to play. Whoever wants to learn ballet will come to the Children’s Palace. The real condition is not to hire a four-figure private trainer to practice at home. I’ve never heard of it. An example of learning results in the Children's Palace.

Originally, it should be like this.

Until the year before last, there was a freak in the children's palace kendo class.

He is handsome and able to fight, and after he was done, he took classes in the kendo class of the Children's Palace, and won a national gold medal.

Chu Zihang.

These three words have become the legend of the Children's Palace.

The photo of him winning the championship is still hanging in the most conspicuous place at the entrance of the Children's Palace. I don't know what the leader thinks. Normal people line up a row of photos on the wall, detailing the glory and history of the past.

The Children's Palace is different, Chu Zihang is that wall.

They enlarged the photo and continued to enlarge it. To what extent, the leader looked at it and said it was good. It was just right for wallpaper.

So as soon as the parents and children entered the door, they saw Chu Zihang's stern and handsome face. He was holding a gold medal in one hand and a sword in the other on the wall. It was obvious that Chu Zihang was holding the gold medal in a casual posture. He was just dealing with business, but holding a sword was different. Yes, his hand holding the sword is so steady, so hard, the stretched muscle lines on the forearm fully interpret the beauty of pure strength.

Honor to him is not as good as a sword in hand.

(End of this chapter)