I have a two world clock

Chapter 21 I am your father
Li Mu is extremely disgusted with some behaviors in the society that wantonly solicit money in the name of Chuanwu masters, but after all, other people's words are light, and there are great interests involved in it, even if they don't like it, it's just that they don't like it. There is no ability to correct this deformity.

From this point of view, several fighters who specialize in cracking down on fakes have sprung up in the country, and they are looking for so-called ancient martial arts masters to compete with real swords and guns, thus exposing their true colors as liars. This has indeed played a certain role in purifying the ancient martial arts group. positive effect.

But these so-called anti-counterfeit fighters on the Internet don't have many good things in themselves.

The reason why they challenge the ancient martial arts masters is because of their interests. After all, in modern society, if there are topics, there will be traffic, and if there are traffic, there will be money.

These counterfeiters in the fighting circle usually have a team responsible for packaging and publicity behind them. They first formulate a plan, then carry out publicity, initiate public opinion on the Internet, and arouse the attention of the whole people before proceeding to the next step.

Because these counterfeiters themselves are second-rate fighters, and because they have no access to national or even provincial and municipal fighting circles, the martial arts masters they dare to challenge are either older, or female, or those who are thin .

For those real martial arts masters who have participated in actual combat competitions and proved themselves, these counterfeiters will never take the initiative to challenge them. Those who dare to challenge are fake masters who are sure to beat the opponent.

Just like now, this Internet anchor named Mao Shengliang became famous on the Internet by beating up fake martial arts masters.

A large number of spectators gathered in the small square of the park, and more than a dozen network anchors set up their mobile phones to broadcast the scene live.

An anchor said to the camera, foaming at the mouth: "Brothers and sisters, the person that Brother Mao is going to beat today is called Hu Zongfei. He created Hu's Taijiquan by himself. He has taken in many disciples and grandchildren in Wencheng. He is still in Wencheng. One of the members of the Ancient Martial Arts Association."

Another anchor also looked excitedly at the camera in the crowd: "Let Brother Mao try Master Hu's skills today! Now that the competition contract is signed, Brother Mao can play freely!"

In the small square, Hu Zongfei was wearing a large Tai Chi training uniform, and he was wearing black training shoes embroidered with Yin and Yang Tai Chi pictures. He stretched out his hands confidently, putting on a defensive air.

Mao Shengliang was wearing a combat protective suit and a protective helmet. He did a few Sanda kicks on the spot, jumped a few times on the spot, and lightly bumped his fists: "Mr. Hu, are you ready?"

Standing next to him was a middle-aged referee in sportswear. After hearing Mao Shengliang's words, the referee turned to look at Hu Zongfei: "Teacher Hu, are you ready?"

Hu Zongfei nodded: "I, Hu-style Taijiquan, don't care if I'm prepared or not. I can react to the enemy's attack at any time! Now I'm worried that this young man will be in trouble if he gets internal injuries when he fights with me." !"

Hu Zongfei is quite a well-known person in the circle of martial arts in Wencheng. When he said this now, the referee seemed to believe it or not, and looked at Mao Shengliang: "Mao Shengliang, you heard it too. Mr. Hu is worried about the game for a while, so he will use his inner strength If it hurts you, if you are injured internally, it will be troublesome. Are you sure you want to continue the competition?"

Mao Shengliang laughed loudly, and looked at Hu Zongfei contemptuously: "Inner strength? I'm so scared! You're still bragging about your inner strength now!"

He laughed and said: "As long as you who teach martial arts can get a decent ranking in the standard fighting competition, I will count you as capable! Wake up, still have the inner strength? That's something in novels and film and television dramas , do you think I will believe it?"

"well said!"

"It's time to punish these false masters!"

"Damn it, what age is it? You're really bragging, you have the ability to win a world fighting champion!"

There was a burst of applause from the crowd, and many people supported Mao Shengliang.

However, there are also people who can't understand Mao Shengliang's approach.

"Damn it, what is it for a young man to bully an old man?"

"Hu Zongfei is almost 70 years old, and he is smaller than him in weight and size. He is not a heavyweight at all. How can we compete? Isn't this obviously bullying?"

Amidst the noise of these people, Li Mu came to Hu Zongfei: "Old Hu, are you crazy?"

He often exercises in this park, and he is an old acquaintance with Hu Zongfei who often teaches apprentices in the park.

When Hu Zongfei was teaching apprentices, he saw Li Mu watching and enthusiastically wanted to teach Li Mu Taijiquan for free, but Li Mu refused.

Later, Li Mu trained his apprentices, and Hu Zongfei taught his apprentices beside him. After a long time, those who came and went became familiar with each other.

Exercising in the morning, I sweat a lot and need to replenish water. Hu Zongfei has many apprentices, most of whom are middle-aged and elderly people nearby. These people have money and leisure, and they pay attention to physical maintenance, so they will bring enough mineral water for teachers or friends in advance drink.

Sometimes Hu Zongfei would ask someone to give a few bottles to Li Mu who was practicing martial arts next to him.

After drinking other people's water, naturally you can't drink it for nothing.

Seeing that Hu Zongfei was out of his mind and wanted to compete with Mao Shengliang, Li Mu decided to persuade him to end this farce.

Seeing Li Mu approaching, Hu Zongfei's confident expression just now turned bitter: "Xiao Mu, are you here?"

He sighed: "People have already challenged me, I have to accept it! Now I have hundreds of apprentices, and they all admire me. If I dare not challenge, how will I face my apprentices in the future? "

The old man's family is not very good, his wife is seriously ill and is in the hospital, and he treats his wife with the money he earns from his apprentice.

If they dare not take up the challenge and spread it on the Internet, they will indeed not be able to accept any more apprentices, and their only source of livelihood will probably be cut off.

This Hu Zongfei has kung fu. If he fights with ordinary people, ordinary people are really no match for him.

After all, if the anti-joint technique in traditional martial arts is used well, an [-]-year-old man can beat [-] young people to the point where they cannot take care of themselves.

Those who follow Hu Zongfei to practice martial arts are all middle-aged and elderly people over the age of 40. These people practice martial arts to strengthen their bodies. Occasionally, there are a few who are not convinced by Hu Zongfei's ability. A breeze to uniform.

Maybe after a long time, this old man is a little bit drifting, even dare to take the challenge of a professional athlete like Mao Shengliang, this is completely desperate.

However, he also has his difficulties. After all, he has accepted so many apprentices, and the tuition fees are not cheap. If he doesn't bite the bullet and accept the challenge, it will be a bit embarrassing.

It is estimated that this old man's idea is to support a few more rounds. As long as you hold on for a while, even if you lose, you can still use your "old age and frailty" as an excuse to save face.

But he didn't know how far he was from professional athletes.

In Li Mu's view, Hu Zongfei couldn't catch Mao Shengliang's three moves at all, and he would be knocked down by Mao Shengliang's punch.

This Mao Shengliang is about 1.8 meters tall and weighs [-] to [-] kilograms. He is taller and heavier than Hu Zongfei. He has also undergone professional training and has strong actual combat experience. The possibility of hitting the ground is not small.

It doesn't matter if you get knocked down, if Mao Shengliang beats you badly, you'll be in big trouble.

Hu Zongfei has a lot of troubles in his own family, his wife has been hospitalized for a long time, and his son and daughter-in-law are all working in other places. If he is injured, his wife in the hospital has no one to take care of him.

"If you can't beat it, don't hold on!"

Li Mu glanced at Hu Zongfei: "If you are beaten to death, who will take care of your wife?"

"Huh? How did I forget about this!"

Only then did Hu Zongfei come to his senses: "No! This match cannot be played! I still have to take care of my wife!"

He walked up to the referee: "Xiao Liu, let's forget about today's match. My wife is still in the hospital. I really can't take the risk of fighting with others."

Alas--!
There were boos at the scene.

Mao Shengliang on the opposite side looked angry: "Old man Hu, what are you doing? You won't fight if you say you won't fight? I have been preparing half a month in advance to compete with you! My pants are all taken off, show me now this?"

He looked at Li Mu and said angrily, "Who the hell are you? We're competing, it's none of your business?"

Li Mu said lightly: "I am your father!"

(End of this chapter)