The Sims of the Realms

Chapter 20 National Art, Strong Country and Strong Species

Lin Weiran left.

It is the best of both worlds to be able to make money and practice, because Lin Weiran is getting worse and worse now because he is soft-hearted and quit.

Go back and find fault?

I really don't have that leisure time!
"Let's go! Please let me go!" A burst of shouts suddenly brought Lin Weiran back to reality, a young man of sixteen or seventeen was riding a bicycle.

It was wobbly, as if it was about to fall at any moment, and when it came in front of Lin Weiran, the wheel of the car twisted and hit him directly.

Lin Weiran kicked his legs on the ground, as if they were rooted in the ground, grasped the handlebars with quick eyes and hands, and firmly controlled both the person and the car.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm a novice and unskilled, are you okay?" the young man said with lingering fear in the uniform of the Noble Academy.

"It's okay, ride slowly."

Lin Weiran clapped his hands and said.

"I'm really sorry."

The young man straightened the handlebar and kicked away. Lin Weiran looked at his back. It is undoubtedly a wealthy family who can ride a bicycle in this era.

The young man was riding the bike a little more steadily than before. He looked back and saw that the person he almost hit just now had walked away.

"It's an indescribable feeling...

A normal person should hide in such a situation, but he actually held down the car, how powerful it must be! "

He suddenly realized something.

I didn't pay attention to it just now, but now that I think about it, it is absolutely impossible for me to hold down the out-of-control bicycle.

Just when he was in a daze,

Several people suddenly stood in front of them not far away.

"Come down, you bloody yellow-skinned pig!" A few people saw that they were British, and the leader kicked on the bicycle from the side.

The young man and his car fell to the ground.

He knew all the Englishmen in front of him, especially the leader, who often had disputes with him in school.

"Bruce, you are very beautiful, bicycle, you are a sick man in East Asia, you are not qualified to ride a bicycle made in Britain!"

"Blair, what are you talking about!"

The young man named Bruce stood up, staring angrily at Blair, a burly British guy who was half a head taller than him.

"Sick man of East Asia! Isn't this just about you guys? What's the problem? Don't think that if you win the cha-cha dance championship, you're considered superior.

You damn yellow pig! "

Blair pointed at Bruce and poked it until he was slapped open. At this moment, Bruce was already angry but extremely.

"Blair, do you want to fight?"

"Fight? I don't think it is a fight to knock you down easily. You are not qualified. This is just my punishment for you!"

Blair punched him after he finished speaking.

Bruce didn't expect that the fist could be so fast, he was hit directly on the chest, sat down on the ground but stood up quickly.

"Come on, Bruce!"

Blair clenched his fists and swung them back and forth in front of his face. He had a very standard boxing posture, and it looked like he had undergone rigorous training.

"what!"

Bruce yelled, full of momentum, but he was too unprofessional. He swung a bastard punch, and Blair squatted down to avoid it easily.

boom!
Just then, Bruce kicked up!
Right in the crotch!

Suddenly, Blair felt a little sad!

"Blair, look at how arrogant you are!"

Bruce was high-spirited, but what he faced next was the merciless beating of others, and this time he also learned to be shrewd.

He hugged his head and curled up into a ball.

Suddenly, the storm-like attack on his body disappeared, and Bruce covered his eyes with a slit in his palm, and saw a shocking scene.

A young man who seemed to be about his age knocked four burly British guys to the ground with three punches and two kicks.

Especially his last punch, like lightning, he didn't even see it clearly, he fell to the ground unconscious.

"What do you want, my dad is..."

Lin Weiran stepped on Blair's head: "So what if your father is Li Gang, repeat what you just said, what are Chinese people?"

"Dongya...sick...husband?"

Lin Weiran kicked him in the stomach again: "Very good, please repeat, what are Huaxia people?"

"East Asia…"

boom!Lin Weiran kicked again.

"Repeat again!"

This time, Blair was about to spit out his bile, and learned to be smarter, so he stopped talking, but he didn't hide the hatred in his eyes at all.

"I still think it's the Qing Dynasty now, big man, isn't the lesson from the Amethyst not enough, what's so great about being able to box? Bah!"

Lin Weiran spat out old phlegm on his face.

"You yellow skin..." Before Blair could stand up, Lin Weiran kicked him out and stuck him against the wall, and slapped them both.

"Stop beating, it will be really serious if you fight again, his father is the son of the military attache of the Governor's Mansion." The young man named Bruce stood up and said.

"Hey, is that you?"

Lin Weiran was taken aback for a moment, didn't he bump into his boy, he didn't expect to be beaten by the crowd within a few minutes, and he happened to be saved by himself.

"My name is Li Zhenfan, everyone also calls me Xiaolong, thank you, today is thanks to you." He said weakly.

"Li...Xiaolong?"

Lin Weiran is too sensitive to this name.

A warrior who has given his strength to the people of the country.

"Have you ever practiced kung fu? That hand just now is so handsome!" Bruce Lee imitated Lin Weiran's Japanese punching moves.

"That's right,

But I prefer to call it national art. "

"What is Guoshu?" Bruce Lee asked.

"National art..." Lin Weiran paused and said: "It is the art of strengthening the country and the species. During the Republic of China, there were a large number of national art masters determined to revitalize the country.

The national art has thus been widely spread.

The art of strengthening the country and strengthening the species is the national art!

Killing people without acting is also a national art! "

"Strong country...strong breed, only kill, not perform!" Bruce Lee's eyes were burning, as if something in his heart had been triggered.

"Well, I should run away."

Lin Weiran waved his hand and said.

At this moment, Blair took a deep breath and said, "Who the hell are you? If you have the ability to tell me, I will repay you!"

"Look at you, you can't even speak Chinese, listen to me, and you! From now on, remember my face!

I'm coming, make a detour for me!
Seeing my fist clearly doesn't work!

Remember that my name is Chen Haonan, and I'm the one in Causeway Bay, wanting to take revenge on me?First come to Causeway Bay to find my little brother, Brother Crow, waiting for you at any time, do you hear me! "

Lin Weiran slapped her hand and said.

Blair was frightened and trembled in both hands. That evening, he shed tears of humiliation, and took a few younger brothers to rush away.

"Chen Haonan, you wait!"

Blair ran tens of meters and shouted.

"Chen Haonan...Are you really a gangster?" Bruce Lee was also a little taken aback by Lin Weiran's ferocious appearance.

"Ah? Who is Chen Haonan, my name is Lin Weiran, the young man can bend and stretch, not bad! It's getting late, let's go home quickly."

Lin Weiran patted him on the shoulder,

"We'll see you again."

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(End of this chapter)