Incense to the ancestors, I am invincible in the world

Chapter 28
Mingyue Mansion.

This is the villa where Murong Huayu lives.

After he came back from the park, he kept recalling the "superior man" he saw in his mind. His exquisite palm technique and agile posture all made him yearn for it leisurely.

The more I think, the more excited I get.

So, I couldn't wait to contact my good friend Mr. Li.

Mr. Li's name is Li Guoqiang. He is a true master of Chinese medicine. He is revered as a master of Chinese medicine. He has treated many important people.

"Murong Huayu, what's wrong with you old guy? Are you sick?"

Li Guoqiang shouted as soon as he walked into the gate of the villa, but his voice was somewhat concerned.

Murong Huayu came out of the gazebo with an excited and excited expression on his face.

"Old Li, I'm fine."

"I called you here today because I want to ask you again, is there really no martial arts in this world? Such as internal strength, true qi, etc."

Li Guoqiang adjusted his glasses and sighed helplessly:
"I've told you many times. That kind of thing is just a trick on TV. You are almost a hundred years old, and you still have this kind of fantasy."

Murong Huayu smiled mysteriously, and asked back, "Oh? Really?"

"Is it because you haven't seen it, or does it really not exist?!"

Li Guoqiang was amused, and said: "Did you see it?!"

Unexpectedly, Murong Huayu nodded seriously and said, "That's right, I've seen it before!"

Seeing his serious face, Li Guoqiang couldn't help but also serious, frowned and said, "Really?"

He still doesn't believe it.

Murong Huayu pointed to the gazebo and said, "Look, what is this?"

Li Guoqiang walked into the gazebo and found a stone stool. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a palm print on the stone stool.

The palm print was an inch deep, and the palm prints were clearly visible.

"Yeah?! Which master sculptor is this masterpiece?"

"This slap print is so lifelike, it's like a slap on it."

Li Guoqiang tsk-tsk praised.

Murong Huayu said faintly: "That's right, it was just a palm shot!"

"Iron Sand Palm, can you believe it?"

Immediately.

Informed Li Guoqiang of what he saw in the park this morning.

"The man was shaped like a dragon, and he carried the wind with his palm. When the dragon leaped and the tiger leaped, he struck out with one palm. The stone stool weighing more than 50 kilograms moved horizontally three feet away. His palm was intact and there was no sign of fracture. A one-inch-thick palm print was left on the stone bench!"

Murong Huayu said excitedly, dancing.

He also imitated a few tricks in front of Li Guoqiang.

Li Guoqiang was dumbfounded when he heard this, his eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Could it be that there are really martial arts masters in this world?"

He still can't believe it.

He knelt down and rubbed the stone bench, wanting to find traces of fraud, and even slapped his palm on the stone bench, which made his palm hurt and grinned.

Murong Huayu looked amused, knowing that his old friend still didn't believe it.

"You are stubborn! Old stubborn! You will not give up if you don't see the Yellow River!"

Li Guoqiang nodded and said, "That's right, I just don't believe it."

"In my life, I have treated many people. Many of them are the kings of the special forces, boxers, and masters of the underworld. Some of the best of them can break a tree as thick as a bowl with one kick, but a person like this It is absolutely impossible to leave a palm print on the stone bench."

"Iron sand palm? Martial arts? Internal strength?"

"Impossible to exist unless I see it with my own eyes."

Murong Huayu pondered for a moment, then said: "Then you stay here tonight, and tomorrow morning, I will take you to open your eyes."

"But you have to promise not to disturb that expert."

"I met it by chance this morning and watched it secretly."

Li Guoqiang was overjoyed and said, "Don't worry, I'll watch secretly too."

"If there is such a thing as internal martial arts in this world, then maybe there is still hope for your illness!"

When Murong Huayu heard this, excitement and anticipation flashed in his eyes.

Luohe No. [-] Middle School.

The school bell rang in the afternoon, and the day's lessons were over.

But few students left school, and most of them started self-study consciously after dinner.

The sound of reading spreads throughout the teaching building.

In the corridors, by the garden, and under the willow trees, you can see hard-working students everywhere.

There are only a few days until the college entrance examination, and everyone is very nervous.

"Work hard, come on!"

Wang Xiaobao smiled and encouraged Zhou Qianwen and other students, but he rushed out of the classroom with his schoolbag on his back.

The batch of paper goods bought for the ancestors arrived today, and they have been placed in the courier station, so he rushed to pick them up.

But as soon as he stepped out of the teaching building, he bumped into Zhao Suqing who came to make a surprise inspection.

Zhao Suqing saw that Wang Xiaobao was carrying a schoolbag, and instantly knew that he was going to slip away. As soon as his face changed, he opened his mouth to reprimand him, but he heard Wang Xiaobao's "Ouch", and then he opened his mouth with a cow cry: "Moo—"

"Ms. Zhao, I seem to be having another bout of epilepsy. I'm going to the hospital. Moo—"

After explaining a sentence, the cow barked and ran away.

Zhao Suqing stared blankly, wondering: "Isn't it already healed, why did it happen again?"

"It seems that the level of doctors in the hospital is really not good. Take him to see Grandpa Li for help another day."

"Grandpa Li is a master of traditional Chinese medicine. He will not be troubled by any difficult and miscellaneous diseases. He will definitely cure Xiaobao's bull epilepsy."

on the road.

A red Lamborghini sports car is moving slowly along with the congested traffic.

In the car.

Murong Jialan was holding the steering wheel, her beautiful face was full of haggardness, her eyes were worried and irritable.

"Grandpa's illness, is there really no hope?"

She was sad.

Thinking of her grandfather's kind smile when she was a child, and the love and care she had given her all these years, she couldn't help but her eyes were red and her heart was blocked.

"There must be a way."

"The world is so big, I don't believe that no one can cure grandpa's illness."

Murong Jialan bit her red lips and muttered to herself, holding the steering wheel with one hand and dialing the phone with the other.

It was a private phone number of a foreign expert, which was found for her by a good friend and best friend in the class.

"Du-dip, hello-"

The call was quickly connected.

Murong Jialan was overjoyed, and was about to speak, but was distracted for a moment, didn't notice the red light, and drove straight ahead, rushing towards the sidewalk.

At this time, on the sidewalk, a bicycle came over.

"what--!"

Murong Jialan screamed and stepped on the brakes hastily, but it was already too late.

"boom"

One beep.

The bicycle was knocked and flew more than ten meters away.

Murong Jialan's face turned pale with fright.

But suddenly found out.

The cyclist jumped up from the car, did a somersault in the air, was as agile as a monkey, and then did a 360-degree side somersault. He kicked off the utility pole gracefully and calmly, crossed the roof of the car, and landed behind the car.

These series of actions are dazzling.

It's like juggling.

On the road, all pedestrians and vehicles were stunned.

Many people even exclaimed, what a big boss, they kneel down to the boss.

Some people took out their mobile phones and started snapping wildly.

Murong Jialan hurriedly rushed out of the car, looked back, only to find that this person was actually wearing the school uniform of Luohe No. [-] Middle School, and she was obviously a student from the same school as her.

She looked about the same age as her, about seventeen or eighteen.

It seems to be a high school student.

But he is very tall, about 1.8 meters three, and has a tall and straight figure. Even in a loose school uniform, he still has an extraordinary temperament.

The point is, he is very handsome and extremely handsome.

Properly correct the appearance of the grass class.

"In the third grade of Luohe No. [-] Middle School, is there such a handsome school girl?"

Doubts flashed in Murong Jialan's mind.

But this is not the time to think about these things, she hurried over to apologize.

"Student, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was careless. Are you injured? I'll take you to the hospital."

Murong Jialan said repeatedly, with an apologetic expression on her face.

Seeing the other party's sincerity, Wang Xiaobao's anger dissipated a lot, he waved his hand and said, "I'm fine, but my car broke down, you will pay!"

Murong Jialan was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect the other party to be so easy to talk to.

"how much is it?"

She asked hastily, as if she was afraid that Wang Xiaobao would regret it.

Wang Xiaobao pondered for a while, and stretched out a finger.

Murong Jialan nodded and said, "100 yuan? No problem, I'll transfer it to you now."

That bicycle looked older than his grandfather, even if it was all sold, it would cost dozens of dollars at most.

Pay him 100 yuan, which is too much.

however.

But Wang Xiaobao shook his head and said, "It's not a hundred, it's ten thousand!"

"How much? Ten thousand?!"

Murong Jialan's eyes widened all of a sudden, she couldn't believe it.

Is this blackmail?

around.

The passers-by who watched the excitement couldn't help being in an uproar, and some laughed.

This is the encounter with Porcelain.

Wang Xiaobao smiled slightly and said, "This is not Pengci. This bicycle was passed down from my grandfather. It has been passed down to me for three generations."

"My grandfather has passed away for more than ten years. This is the only thought he left for me. Wuling Hongguang was taken away by my father. I only have a bicycle."

"So, in my eyes, this bicycle is not only a bicycle, but also a kind of longing, a longing for grandpa."

"Bicycles have a price, but my thoughts are priceless!"

Wang Xiaobao said with emotion, "Is 1 yuan a lot?"

Passers-by sighed and expressed sympathy when they heard the words, and then began to point fingers at Murong Jialan.

This society generally hates the rich and sympathizes with the disadvantaged.

Wang Xiaobao, who rides a three-generation bicycle, is a disadvantaged group, and Murong Jialan, who drives a Lamborghini sports car, is a rich man.

Murong Jialan has been surrounded by stars since she was born, and she is well-clothed and well-fed. How can she be pointed out and commented on by so many people in the street, she feels aggrieved and angry, and blushes in embarrassment.

"Ten thousand is ten thousand, make a written proof, and transfer it to you now!"

Murong Jialan said angrily, at first she felt guilty towards Wang Xiaobao, but now she is full of anger and resentment.

What a car for three generations, what grandpa's thoughts, isn't it just to extort money?
She quickly transferred 1 yuan to Wang Xiaobao, and was about to turn around and leave.

But Wang Xiaobao stopped her and said, "Wait, don't rush away, I just called 110, and the police uncle will be here soon."

"You are still playing with your mobile phone while driving, and you are playing with your life. Fortunately, it was me who hit me today. If it were someone else, he would have been in the hospital long ago."

"Therefore, points should be deducted, and fines should be fined."

"When the police uncle comes, he will teach you well so that your girl's memory will improve."

ps: ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a recommendation ticket

(End of this chapter)