Two Realms: I use martial arts to ask for longevity

Chapter 8 I was careless, and we met on a narrow road

From the very beginning, when he saw Wei Dazui for the first time, Zhou Ping'an knew that he couldn't beat him.

He was practicing martial arts routines, and he would perform beautifully and handsomely in the competition.

It can be said that he can beat Wei Dazui for eighteen blocks.

If you want to fight head-on with fists, kicks, swords and guns, that won't work.

What they are practicing is life and death fighting, and they fly away as soon as they touch...

You can't even take a punch from the opponent, so going up to try a move is nothing more than humiliating yourself.

Even if he was not seriously injured, he was taken in as a servant afterwards, and he lost his attention.

It's amazing that the Lin family just throw away some ordinary sword and gun skills and use them at will.

This is also the reason why Tang Lin'er completely ignored his image and rolled on the ground covered in dust, even if he had to pass the limit of ten moves.

Zhou Ping'an naturally wanted to pass.

At this time, you have to use calculation, not force.

Use your own strength to attack the enemy's weakness.

First of all, it is a sign of weakness.

Where are your weaknesses?
It is obvious that the muscles and bones are weak and the qi and blood are not strong.

Even Tang Lin'er doesn't have that special talent of seizing the opportunity that he has rolled over countless times in life and death.

As the saying goes, "Practice martial arts without practicing martial arts, you will lose everything when you grow old." I am talking about myself.

So where is the strength?
Of course, the body's flexibility is extremely high, as well as the coordination of the limbs. Also, he has a deep understanding of various complex moves.

No matter how difficult the action is, he can basically do it.

Moreover, he can also play well.

If you have to talk about talent, it is that he has extremely strong control over his body and a top-notch sense of balance.

Especially his jumping and somersaulting skills, he can compete with Monkey Brother.

In this way, the tactic comes out, that is...

Let him throw it.

"Brother Wei, please be gentle. If the injury is too serious later, the Lin family will need supplementary medicinal materials for treatment. It would be too wasteful."

Zhou Pingan bowed his hands and saluted.

Make your attitude clear from the beginning.

We are not fighting for a place in the nursing home, we just want to be a servant, please don’t be cruel...

"It's so considerate."

"He was even worried that the Lin family would spend extra money to treat his injuries."

"What a good young man. If Wei Da Zui throws him to the point of vomiting blood, that would be very heartless."

There were people around who were so moved that they wanted to cry.

Some people even began to worry about Qi Zhou's safety.

It doesn’t matter if you fall to other places. Broken bones can be cured...

What if you break that handsome pretty face and can't find a wife?
"You're a bitch. If you want to fight, hit her. Don't waste my time."

Wei Dazui made a sound, his eyes full of impatience and contempt.

With a "hoo" sound, the fat figure arrived in front of Zhou Ping'an like a giant bear.

The five fingers are like hooks. If you catch it, you will lift it. If you lift it, you will smash it...

It's like smashing a rag sack.

However, everyone could see clearly that although Wei Dazui was fierce, his scolding was also unpleasant. The strength under his hand was much lighter, and his movements were a little more casual.

"Boom..."

There was a muffled sound.

The ground is not dusty.

On the other hand, there was a dirty footprint on Wei Dazui's nose, and two lines of blood-red nosebleeds suddenly appeared.

The body is as fat as a bear and swaying.

After taking three or four steps back, this guy fell to the ground.

"It's so beautiful [kicks Purple Gold Crown]."

"Does his body have no bones?"

"it is good."

There were exclamations all around.

A moment ago, everyone saw Wei Dazui lifting the young man up, like a scarecrow, and he was facing down, looking at the ground.

Half a foot above the ground, they discovered...

The man who was thrown didn't know when he grabbed Dazui's neck with his backhand.

Before he could fall to the ground, Wei Dazui was almost pulled forward and fell forward.

He had no choice but to raise his neck and use all his strength. Lift your opponent, prepare to dance over your head and smash backwards.

At this moment, a leg like a scorpion's tail struck him hard in the face with the force of his upward movement.

This time I was completely defenseless...

Wei Dazui was kicked until his eyes were black, his nose was sore, and tears came out of his eyes.

"Come again!"

Wei Dazui was furious.

The face was black, white, and red, and there were two lines of crystal tears appearing at the same time.

I was so angry that my brain was confused.

His skin was rough and his flesh was thick, his muscles and bones were as strong as iron. He had been kicked on the face. Apart from some dust and mud marks, it was not even a minor injury.

He stood up suddenly and his eyes turned blood red.

I was careless.

No flash.

Who would have expected that a guy as weak as a chicken would have such strange tricks. "Concession."

Zhou Pingan's body bounced, he stepped back two or three feet, cupped his hands, and said politely.

Let’s play again, I’ll be full...

Am I here to fight?
No.

I'm here to learn art.

Whether the victory is glorious or not is not important.

Tang Lin'er has already figured this out.

"It didn't count before, but will it be compared again?"

Wei Dazui, who had his face kicked in the dirt and with footprints hanging on his face, was particularly unwilling and almost roared in a suppressed voice.

"Again."

"Again."

It's not too big of a deal to watch the commotion all around, with noise from drums and laughter.

Zhou Ping'an still stood far away, with no intention of further comparison: "If you say it doesn't count, it won't count. With so many people watching, I don't care.

It would not sound good if people said that the Lin family could not afford to lose. "

"Big Mouth."

There was a cold shout from behind.

But it was the guard leader Lin Ziqi who spoke.

Although he also saw that the young man who came to challenge the application used various means to steal a handful of chickens.

However, being able to steal chickens is considered a skill.

Who made you careless?

On the battlefield, even if he was hacked to death with a knife, could he still explain to the Lord of Hell that he died because of his carelessness?

Who cares?

"Okay, I guess you win. You were too hasty just now. Let's try again." Wei Dazui said with aggrieved face.

He felt that if he didn't fight back, he would die of discomfort.

"I've won, so why fight with you? There's no benefit."

Zhou Ping'an was greeted by the old housekeeper and registered.

In the enviable eyes of everyone, he got his first job in this world, completely ignoring Wei Dazui's incompetent rage.

As for those who followed him and applied again, he didn't care how Mr. Big Mouth vented their anger.

Anyway.

Very miserable.

Can't bear to see it.

Fortunately, it doesn't matter how he wins, whether it's true or false.

The treatment in the nursing home is not discounted at all.

After closing the stall and signing the contract, they followed the Lin family to the Lin family compound in the east of the city, a mansion covering an area of ​​more than ten acres.

Because Zhou Ping'an defeated the elites of the old nursing home like Wei Dazui, his treatment was almost the same as that of a martial arts master.

Not only did he receive two months' salary of twenty taels of silver, ten buckets of rice, and two pairs of light green boots, he was also arranged to live in a large house in the medicine field of Dongkuaoyuan.

The job task is to guard the medicine fields and prevent thieves from coming to cause trouble...

When something happens, take care of the backyard and deal with foreign enemies.

There is no need to patrol on weekdays, so it is very relaxing. ,
In the morning, you can also go to the Lin Family Martial Arts Arena to learn skills and practice martial arts.

This is all voluntary, and you don’t have to learn it.

Those who are treated better than him are the several ministers of the Lin family. They are all old people who came with Miss Lin San. They cannot compare for the time being.

Looking at Zhou Ping'an's brand-new first-class nursing home uniform, Tang Lin'er felt her mouth sore, "You are so treacherous."

He was talking about the selection battle.

Obviously his muscles and bones are not strong, his strength is not good, and his martial arts skills are not necessarily good either.

But by some bad luck, he won.

As for myself, I rolled and crawled, tried my best, and finally survived ten moves, and only got a third-class nursing home.

The monthly salary of five taels is more than one and a half points lower than Zhou Pingan's twelve-month salary.

The key is that he still has to patrol Yingmao. He doesn't have much time for himself every day, which is not as relaxing as guarding the medicine field.

"I can't help but envy you. This is your real ability."

Zhou Ping'an laughed and said, not irritating the other party's pain, nor did he look down on this guy for being too dirty.

A move that can lead to victory is a good move.

As for whether to attack the upper plate or the lower plate, whether to attack the lower plate or not, it actually doesn't make sense.

"Laugh, laugh hard, you won't be able to laugh again tomorrow." Tang Lin'er suddenly said leisurely.

"I have inquired before. You can learn the Lin Family's Fubo Sword Technique, but you must first start with the basic pile technique of Rou Shui Eight Postures. Guess who will teach us?"

"It can't be Wei Dazui, right?" Zhou Ping'an felt something was wrong.

In today's battle, Wei Dazui almost kicked Wei Dazui's nose out of shape, which was a serious offense to that petty guy.

"You guessed it, it's him. Moreover, I have a piece of news from my friend. The eight soft water movements have a very unique trick. The instructor needs to push the palace to promote blood circulation and become familiar with the movement of blood energy.

Without hands-on guidance, it is extremely difficult to understand the essence of the eight-position footwork.

Are you surprised or surprised? "

"Fuck."

Zhou Pingan's face turned a little dark.

Even the joy of just getting a light job has faded a bit.

Is he here to work?
He is here to learn martial arts...

(End of this chapter)