Song Dynasty Iron Armored Army

Chapter 436 I met a master

The third one saw that it was impossible to use a weapon, so he started jumping and punching, jumping back and forth to attack.

But all in vain, Jiao Ting is not just a professional player, he is a real player who has been on the battlefield, his psychological quality is comparable to others, and he has exquisite skills.

After knocking down twelve people one after another, none of the remaining eighteen people dared to challenge anymore, and their confidence had been crushed.

What Jiao Ting wants is this effect, first completely subdue them, otherwise it will be very troublesome during training, and they will not listen to discipline.

Jiao Ting asked with a cold face: "I'll ask this one last time. Is there anyone who is still not convinced? If they are all convinced, we will start teaching."

Everyone nodded and said: "We are all convinced, the instructor is great, and the martial arts are exquisite."

Jiao Ting looked at Zhang San again, Zhang Sanxin said that I am the shopkeeper, what do you think I am doing.

Zhang San said: "I'm convinced too, the teacher's head, fist and foot martial arts are very good."

"Okay, then I'll start teaching."

Time is tight and a crash is needed.

And these people have the basics, as soon as Jiao Ting comes up, they will be dry. The secret method of the 72-way capture dragon hand will definitely not be taught. The main thing taught is some parts of the body that are hit, and they will faint when they are hit. Not a deadly place.

Jiao Ting really worked hard, the overall fighting skills of the 30 people in three days were several levels higher.

Zhang San said sincerely: "Teacher, your martial arts skills are too good, boxing skills are very rare, besides my master is you."

Jiao Ting asked: "Your master? Who is your master?"

Zhang San wanted to say that my master is Lu Da, but on second thought, it would be easy to cause trouble if he said it.

"Oh, my master didn't accept me directly, so I'm not allowed to say anything."

On the morning of the fourth day, Jiao Ting felt that he had almost taught everything he could teach, and no matter how advanced he was, it was impossible for him to master it in three to five days.

Woke up early this day, Jiao Ting came to the Dongshuimen River next to the big car dealership to do morning exercises, run and breathe fresh air.

Zhang Sanzai was by his side, punching and kicking.

Suddenly, Jiao Ting saw an old man with white hair and childlike face inhaling and exhaling, practicing Tai Chi, very smooth like flowing clouds and flowing water.

"Master, this is a master." Jiao Ting praised.

Seeing that Jiao Ting was very knowledgeable, the old man said, "Young man, do you want to learn?"

Jiao Ting loves martial arts and is crazy about martial arts. He really wants to learn all kinds of martial arts.

"I want to learn, I really want to learn." Jiao Ting said.

"Come on, young man, give me a punch and let me feel your physical strength. If I can do it, I can teach you according to my aptitude." The old man said.

Jiao Ting didn't think much about it, and with a third of his strength, he punched the old man on the shoulder.

Seeing the vigorous old man who was beating Tai Chi, he suddenly fell to the ground and grabbed his tight trouser leg with one hand.

"Come and see, come and see. Young people beat old people, young people beat old people." The old man shouted.

In the morning, there were already many people watching the excitement, and they gathered around with a whimper.

"It's a big boy who beat an old man. Our Tokyo city is the most benevolent area under the foot of the emperor. I think you want to go in and eat in prison." A young man said.

Another old man said: "The world is getting worse, it's shameless for a young man to beat an old man."

Jiao was quite dumb, and quickly argued, "It's not like that, it's not like that. He asked me to hit him."

"You young man is talking nonsense. No one will let someone beat you. Hurry up and pay for it." Several young people onlookers echoed.

Jiao Ting knew that it was broken, it was meeting a bad person.

Losing money is small, but if you are exposed, you still have to be caught and beheaded.

"Old man, tell me how much."

The old man held out a hand and said, "If you don't have 50 taels of silver, don't even think about leaving."

Jiao Ting said: "I'm a mountain native from another place, and I don't have many big boys. You can report to the police and arrest me."

The old man said: "Excessive asking price, pay back the money on the spot. If I want something, you can bargain."

"The two taels of silver?" Jiao Ting tried to express his psychological price.

"Okay, deal." The old man was quite straightforward.

Jiao Ting reluctantly took out two taels of silver and gave it to the old man. The old man flew up and walked away briskly.

The crowd of spectators dispersed, and no one cared if a foreigner was blackmailed.

Jiao Ting said: "Zhang San, you are not real, you see me being blackmailed, and you don't help me."

Zhang San said: "We are all rogues, and the methods of rogues are all secretly. You follow us to see."

Zhang San whistled, and a donkey cart with a shed came over.

Follow the old man, the old man got two taels of silver, and is going to find a place, waiting for his accomplices to share the money together.

He didn't notice a donkey cart passing by quickly, and the old man was quietly pulled into the cart.

The eyes were covered with a black cloth, and the smelly socks were blocked in the mouth.

The money that Jiao Ting had just taken away was also taken out.

Jiao Ting asked, "Where shall we take him?"

Zhang San said: "This guy has been blackmailed to us, and we have to teach him a lesson. But he is not too young, and he can't play too big, so let's take a bath."

"Take a shower?"

"Yes, in front is the vegetable garden of the Ministry of Industry, there is a huge cesspit, just throw him in."

"Good, good, awesome." Jiao Ting praised.

The donkey cart quickly came to a vegetable garden on the side of the road, and the old man with white hair and childlike face threw it in, splashing waves.

It was not deep inside, and the old man struggled to choke a few mouthfuls.

The donkey cart pulled aside to watch.

Jiao Ting said, "He's fine, don't drown."

Zhang San said: "Don't worry, the evil will live for thousands of years."

The old man struggled and finally stood up just enough to reach his chest. He staggered to the edge of the pond and wanted to go ashore, but he was slippery and couldn't get up.

A scholar-like figure happened to pass by, picked up a wooden stick and handed it to the old man.

"Old man, grab the stick and I will pull you up," said the scholar.

"Good good."

The old man came up, and instead of thanking him as expected, he grabbed the scholar's arm instead.

"Old man, why are you arresting me?" the scholar said.

The old man said: "Young people should be brave enough to take responsibility. If you knocked me down, you will be responsible for compensation."

There were people coming and going here, and a lot of people gathered to watch, criticizing the young scholar one after another.

The scholar said: "Old man, I really didn't hit it, I want to report to the police."

It is impossible for the reporter to report such a small matter to the Kaifeng Mansion, but to the local police.

After a while, two police officers came, wearing their hats on one side and squinting their eyes.

The two of them saw that this was an old man, old acquaintances, and they did not lose their filial piety during the Chinese New Year.

The old man said: "Five taels of silver, if you lose one tael, you don't even think about leaving. Let the old man drink a few mouthfuls of thick soup, and I feel sick all over my body."

The scholar said: "Brother Guancha, this old man was inside when I came here. I rescued him out of righteousness."

"Brave for righteousness? All the bad guys in the world say they are good guys, why did you drag him up when you didn't bump into him?"

(End of this chapter)