practice falsehood

Chapter 17 017 River Guardians

When he thought that he could seem to be able to nest infinitely and use this data panel, Chen Hao couldn't sit still!
Dragging his drunken body, he left the martial arts hall and went to several 24-hour convenience stores near the ancient street.

It's a pity that these convenience stores that can operate 24 hours a day are big brands with professional supply channels, and there are no three-no children's snacks on the shelves that are similar to the school gate store.

Wandering around in the store, he didn't find anything that could trigger the data panel, so Chen Hao had no choice but to go back home and returned to the martial arts hall drunk.

Considering that there will be a major inspection on the bright side the next day, and that he has made an appointment with a few veteran students in advance, and told them to come over early to change clothes to support the venue, Chen Hao simply didn't even go home, and continued to stay on the folding bed in the martial arts hall. dealt with it all night.

But as soon as he lay down, Chen Hao dreamed again.

In the dream, he saw himself turned into the little snake soaked in the wine vat again.

It's just that the size of the little snake seems to be a little bigger than the last time I dreamed about it. I don't know if it's because of the swollen belly after drinking the wine in the tank, but it still looks down when it swims around the tank. Looking outside the wine vat.

In the sight, there seemed to be a blurry black and white figure, one hand on the edge of the vat, shaking the wine vat, and whispering a lullaby-like melody to him/it.

Gradually, the little snake stopped swimming, and Chen Hao's snoring echoed in the silent martial arts hall.

……

Just as Chen Hao fell asleep, the night outside became more and more silent.

After 12 o'clock, except for a few all-night barbecue restaurants on the ancient street, there is still movement, and there is basically no one to hang out in the streets and alleys.

It's just that two figures quietly appeared on the embankment along the river in the distance.

These two people, one fat and one thin, seemed to form a stark contrast in Jiang Feng's sobbing Jiang Feng.

The tall, thin man stared at the confluence of the three rivers shrouded in clouds and fog, and clucked his tongue twice: "It's going to be the time of year when the floodwaters come out again. I just don't know where the floods will come from this summer." What kind of characters come out."

"Who cares about ghosts and monsters!"

"As long as you don't escape from Heyang City, you and I don't need to worry about it." The fat woman took out a cigarette from her pocket and put it in her mouth, as if she was a big boss pointing the country. .

"Are you addicted to cigarettes again?" Seeing this, the tall and thin man wittily stretched out a finger to touch the cigarette in the corner of the fat woman's mouth.

A magical scene happened!

I saw that the cigarette that was not ignited by the flame actually started to burn by itself, and the little scarlet flame was so conspicuous in the dark and silent embankment.

"The job of guarding the river is not so easy. I have stayed here for decades, and I am comfortable, but there is no oil at all. I just caught these packs of good cigarettes in the light of an old drunkard." The fat woman tried her best. He pursed his mouth and took a deep breath of smoke.

As for the brand logo on the cigarette in his mouth, it turned out to be the word "Kyushu" in traditional characters, which was different from all the cigarette brands sold in the nearby tobacco convenience store.

"Shoujiang is always a hard job! It's a little hard work, but it's better than fighting and killing over there."

"By the way, motherfucker, did you see Chen Hao's Drunken Fist moves just now?"

"My mother's eyes are a hundred times stronger than yours!"

"Isn't it the little bully's famous stunt Drunken Yellow Dragon?"

"Hiss~ I don't know how much the old drunkard has benefited the little bully. He actually let him take a risk to cross the border once, and came here to teach this little brat how to use martial arts." The fat woman gasped.

"It's all a deal between big shots. We lonely ghosts can't get in. It's good if we can just watch and get packs of cigarettes from the side." The tall and thin man smiled and spread his hands.

"Look at your worthless appearance!"

"I shouldn't have married you back then! I even accompanied you here to live in retirement and live in seclusion."

"Let's go, stop smoking! Seeing how cowardly you are makes me feel troubled!" Seeing the tall and thin man with a playful smile, the fat woman suddenly became angry.

I saw her grinning with some distress as she finished smoking the cigarette in her hand, and then snapped her fingers. The unburned cigarette butt drew a parabola a hundred meters away on the river, like stars in the dark night falling into the world, and little sparks falling. Entering the smoky confluence of the three rivers.

Then she saw her stepping forward, and her fat figure was not slow at all, walking away from the embankment like a ghost.

"Ouch! Don't be angry, mother-in-law!"

"I know I was wrong!"

"I'll ask old man Chang for a few packs of good cigarettes to honor you later, that old man has a lot of good stuff in his hand..." Seeing that he had offended his wife, the tall and thin man followed him.

The two figures walked in tandem, and their laughter and curses gradually blended into the night of the ancient street.

Only the center of the vortex where the three rivers meet is filled with mist. The cigarette butt that fell into it seems to have crossed the boundaries of time and space, turning into tiny fragments and silently blending into the river water.

……

Early the next morning, Chen Hao woke up from a deep sleep.

"It's that strange dream again?"

"Why do I keep dreaming that I become a snake recently? Is it because of the brand on the back of my hand?" Chen Hao raised his hand and glanced at the Ouroboros brand.

After two drinks last night, the imprint seemed to have turned a little bit clockwise.

"Forget it... wait until today's inspection is over..." Chen Hao rolled over from the folding bed with a squat.

After being treated with the special Dieda medicinal wine left by my grandfather, most of the pain in my body has disappeared, and even the two arms that were swollen like steamed buns last night have also subsided.

The Band-Aid was torn off with a tear, and a black-brown hard scab had formed on the fist bone where the skin was broken and bleeding last night.

"Most of Zuiquan's moves are in his hands. If his hands are not hard enough, he will be the one who suffers in the end."

"The older you get, the heavier the calluses on your hands and the stronger your ability to resist blows."

"Although I realized the dark power in advance, my body is still too weak and I suffered the disadvantage of being too young!" Chen Hao observed the recovery of his hands, remembered his grandfather's teachings when he was still alive, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

Although he had already gone through the secret martial arts assessment last night, he still had to go through the open inspection.

This alcohol-smelling appearance is definitely not visible to others, and with the hidden wounds on his body, it is impossible to do morning exercises, so Chen Hao had no choice but to slip into the bathroom and take a hot shower.

After changing into a clean exercise uniform, he opened the door of the martial arts hall.

Seeing a few familiar figures standing outside the martial arts gym, a welcoming smile suddenly appeared on Chen Hao's face: "Lin Quan and Xiaojun, you came quite early!"

"Morning, Mr. Chen!"

"The few of us live nearby, and it happens that we are on summer vacation, so we wanted to come and help early."

"I've been learning Drunken Boxing for several years, and I've almost forgotten all about it. If I don't practice with you, I'm afraid my secret will be revealed when the inspection comes."

"Mr. Chen, have you really developed your dark energy?"

"Yesterday's video is going crazy! It's all on Bilibili!"

"Several classmates in our class are clamoring to come over and sign up for a class during the summer vacation to learn Anqi from you!" Several teenagers aged [-] or [-] rushed forward and surrounded Chen Hao.

Most of these teenagers were in the class that their grandfather enrolled in when he was still alive. Although they only studied for one or two semesters, they have become somewhat attached to each other after getting along for a long time.

"It's only after 7 o'clock, so you haven't had breakfast so early?"

"Let's go! I'll take you to Suofan! I'll treat you!" Chen Hao looked at these old students whom he hadn't seen for a long time, with mixed feelings in his heart. He patted his shoulders and touched his head, and even hugged several teenagers.

……

I took these veteran students to the ancient street to have a breakfast, and chatted about interesting things in life and study.

When he returned to the martial arts hall, there were a few more veteran students who rushed over.

Chen Hao thanked them one by one and counted the number of people. A total of 9 people came this early in the morning. The youngest was 16 years old and the oldest was 35. Each of them had passed the first-level martial arts qualification certificate.

After graduating from the Eight Immortals Martial Arts Hall, several of them have been participating in fitness and boxing training. They are strong and energetic, and they are full of energy wherever they go.

It is absolutely no problem for an Anjin Hall Master to take these 9 veteran students and simply go through a cutscene to deal with the big inspection on the bright side.

When all the students changed into uniform black exercises, and drove to the courtyard for one stop according to the tall and the low, there was absolutely no problem in terms of momentum.

"It's been a while since everyone graduated, Zui Quan must have almost forgotten about it."

"Let me start from the beginning and review the origins of our Eight Drunken Immortals!"

"The Drunken Eight Immortals belong to a branch of the Southern Drunken Fist..."

Standing in front of the team, Chen Hao explained and demonstrated the routines of the Drunken Eight Immortals. When the speech was almost right, he began to lead the team to review.

Along with the uniform movements, the sound of breathing and spitting spread throughout the entire martial arts hall, and even many old men and women passing by couldn't help but poke their heads into the martial arts hall.

With Chen Hao's unremitting efforts, the once deserted Eight Immortals Martial Arts Hall has finally returned to what it should be.

　I've been out on business for the past two days, so I've been delayed in updating my new book.

　　This chapter is transitioning, and it will return to normal tomorrow for three shifts~ The old book is also taking care of Pian Feng, and there is also daily babysitting, so there is not enough time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)