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Chapter 121: Street Performing Arts
"Okay, okay, brother, please start the performance quickly. We can't wait."

A bunch of naughty kids were clapping excitedly, making Wang Luo feel like an ancient street performer, but it didn't matter, he just treated it as fun. Anyway, he had nothing to do, and it was fun to play with a bunch of little brats.

"Okay."

When a group of people heard this, they watched intently.

Wang Luo did a starting posture, with his feet together, standing still, his arms hanging down outside his legs, palms facing up, fingers facing down, looking forward, his feet twisted to the right, his body turned 90 degrees to the right, his knees bent and half squatted, forming a squatting step, his right fist straight down in front of his abdomen, fist eye facing down, his left fist bent in front of his right armpit, fist facing up, fist slanted to the right. . . . .

"Bang, bang, bang" As Wang Luo's footsteps hit the ground, the wind from his fists came straight towards him. Not only were the bunch of naughty kids watching with great interest, but even the people passing by nearby gathered around to watch the fun. The scene was so spectacular that he couldn't stop them now. Otherwise, he would take out the noodle gong and walk around, maybe he could collect a lot of reward money.

Finally, Wang Luo's steps remained unchanged, his arms and palms were straightened and then hung down to the outside of his legs, with the palms pointing downward, and he stood with his feet parallel and looking straight ahead, returning to the original posture. In this way, an authentic set of Bajiquan was completed.

"Okay, snap, snap, snap."

"do it again."

This group of people really thought Wang Luo was a street performer. They applauded and shouted continuously, and surrounded him so tightly that no one could get in or out. They even brought comrades from the public security station over to watch the fun and prevent any petty theft.

"Disband, disperse. I am just practicing for fun. I don't deserve your praise. Everyone, be careful with your belongings and keep an eye on your pockets."

Seeing that more and more people were coming to watch the fun, Wang Luo was afraid of accidents. He was a funny person to begin with, so he shouted at everyone to do what they were supposed to do.

"No, let's do it again. We haven't seen enough. We finally have something exciting to watch, but now we are left in the dark. What's going on?"

"Yes, yes, we came late and didn't see it carefully. Let's do it again."

Someone started to set the pace and insisted that Wang Luo do it again.

Damn, this group of people who like to watch the fun and don't mind making trouble. He is the future grand master of traditional martial arts, and is considered a genius by many veteran martial artists, but is treated as a street performer by this group of people. Wang Luo is left with no choice but to laugh and cry, and he has no way to complain.

"What's wrong with you? You guys really think I'm just performing on the flyover. This is real Kung Fu, Bajiquan, do you understand? It's used to kill people. I'll do it again. Just letting you watch it once will give you a big advantage."

Wei Qiang and his gang were not satisfied. This was their idol, and they couldn't even become his apprentice and learn from him, but you treated Wang Luo as a performing artist. This was simply an insult to their idol, and they immediately started quarreling.

The onlookers looked at their attire and knew that they were children of the big compound, so they were a little hard to deal with. However, there were so many of them that one kept saying something and just surrounded them and refused to leave, insisting that Wang Luo demonstrate again.

"My dear, the public's call is very high. How about you do it again?"

The security comrades saw that everyone refused to leave and were afraid that something might happen, so they came over to persuade them.

"Comrade, that's not the case. What do you mean the people's voice is very high? This young comrade is a tiger-fighting hero who was reported in the newspapers. He is very powerful. With such an identity, you treat him as a street performer. Isn't that a bit unreasonable?"

Someone nearby who recognized Wang Luo came out from behind the crowd and said to the comrades at the security station.

"Oh, sorry, it's my fault that I didn't recognize you. Young man, look at what's going on. I thought you were a street performer, but I didn't expect you to be the tiger-killing hero a few days ago. I'm sorry, but your physique doesn't look like someone who can kill a tiger with bare hands. You can't judge a person by his appearance. Okay, then I'll ask everyone to disperse. Okay, did you hear me? I'm not a street performer, I'm a tiger-killing hero, very powerful. Go do what you need to do, disperse, everyone."

When they heard someone say this, the comrades at the Public Security Bureau recognized Wang Luo and realized that something had happened. They quickly apologized to Wang Luo and shouted at the crowd who were watching the excitement to disperse.

"It's okay. I wanted to open the eyes of these kids and amuse them. I underestimated the enthusiasm of the people and they thought I was a street performer. I didn't blame you for not knowing. I also caused trouble for you and caused traffic jams. I should apologize to you."

Wang Luo clasped his fists to them. It was still his fault. It was his fault that he did not see the situation clearly and insisted on showing off in the street. Also, one should never underestimate the desire of the spectators.

"Oh my, this is the tiger-fighting hero. I couldn't see him clearly because he was far away a few days ago. It turns out he is so young!"

“You don’t know this, right? A man of ambition is not limited by age. Look at how he punches. It’s so powerful. It’s just a tiger. It’s a piece of cake for him. Today I’ve really broadened my horizons!” The comrades from the public security station began to drive people away. Wang Luo stopped boxing, and the onlookers had to disperse, but they were still talking to the people around them as they walked.

The crowd of onlookers dispersed, but a group of naughty kids in the compound refused to leave. Wei Qiang and the others insisted on dragging Wang Luo out for a good meal. It was obvious what they were thinking: they just wanted to learn some kung fu and wanted Wang Luo to teach them a few moves so that they could show off in the future.

"Brother, good brother, please teach me a few moves. Your Kung Fu is really good. It's amazing. You see, we are acquaintances. Our fathers were comrades-in-arms. This friendship was forged on the battlefield. We are about the same age, so it will be easier for us to communicate, hehe."

Wei Qiang and his group surrounded Wang Luo, being very shameless.

"Go home. I don't have the time to teach you. I have to go to Houhai to catch fish. How can I have the time to care about you? Go home, study hard, and don't fight. It's too late to fight and kill. Learning knowledge and building the country is the most important thing."

What Wang Luo said was righteous and he didn't care at all that he was a hidden old salted fish.

No matter what they said, Wang Luo would not teach them. The main reason was that these kids were used to being naughty and lawless. They did things without considering the consequences and were very brave. It would be easy to teach them Kung Fu, but it would be bad if they got into trouble. Look at the weapons they used in fighting, they even used knives. This was terrible. He would rather give it to the children from the slum than to them. At least the children from the slum were relatively less courageous than them and were a little hesitant about doing anything.

"Fishing in Houhai? Hey, that's great, we're fine, take one with us!"

No matter what, I have to rely on Wang Luo today, build a good relationship with him, and learn something from him. Who didn’t have a martial arts dream when they were young?

"I won't take you with me. You'd better go home and clean up your mess first. Besides, they are just a bunch of kids from the alley. They are willing to follow me because we are neighbors. It will be awkward if you go. I'm afraid I will run into your enemies on the street and get myself into trouble. You guys fight with others every other day. I don't want to be your thug. Get out!"

He knew very well what Wei Qiang and his group were thinking. Seeing how powerful he was, they might use their status to show off during the big fight outside, which would bring him trouble. He had little contact with the children in Uncle Li Da's compound, let alone that he was not from the same compound. It was best for him to live a stable life on the surface. Being the sixth in secret was fine, as he had no idea what was going on behind the scenes, and didn't know who would go up and who would go down. If some people were involved, it would cause trouble for Wang Zhonghua and himself. He didn't understand the twists and turns of politics, so he simply didn't get involved too deeply.

The children from the big compound were driven away by Wang Luo, who patted his butt and led the excited children from the Siheyuan to continue heading towards Houhai. By handling the dispute this time, the children from the Siheyuan knew how powerful Wang Luo was and how connected he was. The children from the big compound all called Wang Luo brother, which was so cool, as if Wang Luo had become the leader of the Siheyuan.

"Here we come, Wang Luo!"

"Here comes the tiger-fighting hero!"

As soon as they arrived at Houhai, the fishermen who knew Wang Luo greeted him one after another. Wang Luo also responded politely, calling this uncle and that uncle, and then told the children who followed him: "Just watch from the shore, don't get too close to the water. I will catch the fish and bring them to me. Go back and each of you can take some back to your family for a snack. If there are more, share some with the people around you. Don't think about keeping it all for yourself, especially you, Yan Jiekuang. Don't learn from your father, who is stingy to death. Do you understand?"

"Understood, hehe!"

The children of the Yan family have been influenced by Yan Bugui since they were young. They may not have learned anything else, but they have learned stinginess and calculation very well. Yan Jiekuang is so young, but he has already inherited the true teachings of Yan Bugui, and is better than his teacher. Other children can also make a living, after all, there is a shortage of things in this era. But if Wang Luo had not mentioned this, who knows what Yan Jiekuang could have done. Anyway, when it comes to pursuing things, people in their family can do anything.

He took off his clothes and shoes, leaving only his shorts, and dived into the Houhai Lake. Knowing what he would do, everyone was already waiting on the shore, waiting for the fish to come ashore.

"This fish is big, pick it up quickly!"

"He's here again. Houhai really is his. He can catch fish whenever he wants!"

"Stop being so sarcastic. You've eaten a lot of other people's fish!"

"I was just joking, wasn't I?"

"You can't joke around. If you do that again, I'll tell Wang Luo that I won't give you any more fish!"

The people on the shore were busy arguing and picking up fish.

The adults were okay, but the children in the courtyard were in trouble. Seeing so many big fish, they didn't know what to do with them. Especially a little boy next door, who was about seven or eight years old, was so arrogant that he tried to catch a big carp weighing eight or nine kilograms. As a result, the carp's tail hit him in the face and he cried loudly. But he still didn't let go of the carp and held it tightly, making everyone laugh and it was very lively.

(End of this chapter)