Superman's Journey

Chapter 22 Provocation
"It's really predestined. I now kind of believe in the luck theory written in those novels."

Looking at the tea soup girl in red in the distance, Lincoln couldn't help showing a smile.

He walked along the street for a while, seeing almost half of Tianjin with his eyes. With such a huge population base, it was the one in front of him who happened to hit it off.

In Master's movie, there are only a few characters in some scenes, and the one in front of him who will become Geng Liangchen's girlfriend in the future is one of them. Unfortunately, he may not have a girlfriend now.

Lincoln stopped slightly, then sat on the wooden bench, stretched out his hand and took a picture and said, "Have a bowl of tea and pick the most expensive one."

The tea soup girl Xilin looked at Xian Dayang on the rough table, she was taken aback for a moment, and then she stammered: "Too, there are too many, I can't find them."

"Then keep it here for now." Lincoln waved his hand casually: "Don't talk too much, I have money."

Seeing Lincoln's attitude, Sirin clenched the ocean in her hand, then turned and left, and brought the past tea soup to Lincoln after a while: "This is the most expensive tea soup here, but even if you drink fifty tons Not an ocean."

"It's okay." Lincoln smiled, picked up the tea soup and took a sip. The taste was a little strange, not his favorite taste, so he stopped after just one sip.

Seeing that Lincoln didn't seem to like the taste of tea soup, Sirin came back helplessly and took out the ocean again: "Since you are not used to drinking it, I'd better return this ocean to you."

Lincoln didn't take the money, just looked at Sirin and smiled: "Are you interested in learning martial arts?"

"Learning martial arts? I can't do it." Sirin hesitated for a few moments before shaking her head and said, "I'm already this old, and I'm still very poor. I want to set up a tea stall, so how can I learn martial arts?"

"These are not questions." Lincoln shook his head and said, "I just ask if you are interested in learning, and I can teach you."

Sirin didn't speak, Lincoln just smiled: "Whenever you think about it, go to the 'No. 20 martial arts gym' to find me. There are not many opportunities in this world to change your destiny, so you should think about it."

After speaking, Lincoln turned and left directly.

The suitable candidate has been found, and the next thing to deal with is the opening of the martial arts hall.

Zheng Shan'ao's leading speech saved Lincoln a lot of things, but some things are unavoidable, such as the door-to-door visits of those in the martial arts hall and the internal exchanges in the martial arts.

The next day, without waiting for Sirin to come to the door, the owners of nineteen martial arts gyms in Tianjin came together, some of which Lincoln had seen before, but more, he had never seen before. .

Lincoln sat quietly on the chief seat, even when he saw that there were famous martial arts figures in the crowd, he didn't move a bit, only a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Everyone, my martial arts hall is open today. If you want to visit, you just need to visit. Bring the martial arts boxer here. Could it be that you are going to ask me for advice?"

"Master Lin is worrying too much." Zou, a woman but quite capable, spoke first: "We are all opening a martial arts gym in Tianjin, and we are inevitably a little curious, so we came here to have a look, and it was not intentional to target."

"It doesn't matter." Lincoln put down the utensils in his hands: "If you want to see my methods, it's fine, but I'm a faction that won't keep your hands when I stand on the stage."

"Although there is no risk of life during the sparring, it is common to be disabled. If you really want to see and see, you must be prepared to lie in bed for the rest of your life."

Lincoln's unceremonious attitude caused Guanzhu Zou's eyes to change slightly, but there was still a smile on his face.

Lincoln was strongly recommended by Zheng Shanao. With her current status, she couldn't break the skin with Zheng Shanao. Before she knew Lincoln's origin, she was always very cautious in doing things.

Zou Rong thought he was doing a good job, but in fact what Lincoln hated the most was a person like her who had no strength of her own and only teased her behind her back. It was impossible for him to have a good face.

The door of the martial arts hall is open, and the theater troupe is invited. This is the rule.

Lincoln does have the idea of ​​breaking this rule, but at this time there is no pole dance troupe he can watch in Tianjin, and even movies are black and white and boring.

In contrast, the troupe with a unique accent in front of them seems to be acceptable.

A play was over, the theater troupe was withdrawn, the wooden door of the martial arts hall was still tightly sealed, but the atmosphere in the martial arts hall had gradually become solemn.

Everyone was silent, and after a while, a martial artist suddenly stood up and slightly clasped his fists at Lincoln: "Master Lin, a certain person is not talented, and he has not improved after many years of martial arts. He is here to ask for advice, and please don't hesitate to give him your advice."

"Why bother." Lincoln didn't lift his head, and his eyes didn't even fall on the martial artist behind him: "You're not too young, why bother to seek your own death."

"I'm not thinking about it, I just came here to see Master Lin's boxing skills."

"Okay." Lincoln nodded, put down the teacup in his hand, and pointed to the table: "You can choose whatever weapon you want, and I'll let you have another hand."

Lincoln's words made the boxer's face change twice, and there was even a trace of resentment in his tone: "Master Lin is looking down on me, normal sparring, I don't need you to let me do it."

"No, no, no, you misunderstood." Lincoln smiled and showed his big white teeth: "I'm just worried that both hands will beat you to death on the table."

"In that case, even if we compete in martial arts, I will be in trouble."

Lincoln didn't mention weakness at all, but his words were full of discrimination, which caused the martial artist's face to turn red, and he was so annoyed that he wished he could go up to the stage and compete with Lincoln immediately.

It's not a good idea to feud with a martial artist, but Lincoln didn't care.

On the opening day of the martial arts hall, he came to challenge him. Even though Lincoln didn't know what the rules of this era were like, he knew that the martial artist in front of him was provocative.

He didn't know if this matter was organized by Zou Rong, but he thought it was pretty close.

Zheng Shanao is already old, and he is only thinking about his own reputation. Over the years, his control over martial arts is not as good as that of a mature man.

Instead, Zou Rong was able to rely on her ex-husband's reputation to move around in the martial arts circle, increasing her influence day by day.

He didn't know what these martial artists were thinking about to target him, but he would let these guys know that targeting was only useful for the weak.

Under the stage, quietly watching the two Lincolns standing on the stage, a group of martial artists began to whisper.

"If you ask me, Master Zhao may be a little impulsive this time. This new Master Lin hastily challenged him without knowing the way. I'm afraid he will suffer a loss."

"Not necessarily." The other person looked away: "Old Zhao is at the age of strength and strength, and his ability is true. I see that Master Lin is still young, so it is not certain who will win."

"By the way, why is Master Zhao so impulsive?"

"I heard that his family was changed in his early years, maybe it was because of this?"

"Ah? What's involved in this?"

"Then I don't know much about it."

(End of this chapter)