Just when Meng Lang was enjoying the gift from his brother and worrying about it.
The cell phone's ringtone suddenly rang.
Rice is steel?
When Meng Lang saw the contact name displayed on his phone, he was stunned for a moment, and then he vaguely guessed something.
"Hey! Brother Meng, let me tell you some good news. Master Yan has agreed to attend the mountain climbing meeting!"
Sure enough, as soon as the phone was connected, Fan Shigang's excited voice came from the phone.
emm…
This is not good news for me...
Meng Lang complained helplessly.
"Really? That's great..." Meng Lang said insincerely.
"To be honest, I almost gave up, but this time I can finally compete with my master.
But this is all thanks to you, Brother Meng!
If it weren't for the bitter trick you gave me, Master Yan wouldn't have changed his mind."
No, this probably has nothing to do with the bitter meat scheme or anything like that...
If there is, "White Night Journey" and "Mencius Spring and Autumn Annals" should be preceded by "The Classic of Mountains and Seas".
By simply doing a chronological question, you will know that what made Yan Weiwei change her mind was not the painful trick at all. Your few drops of painless blood were in vain...
"I'm really happy to be able to help... Haha!"
"Um...Brother Meng, I'm looking for you today. In addition to telling you this good news, I actually have something else I want to ask of you." Fan Shigang said with some embarrassment.
"What's up?"
"It's like this. Although Master Yan agreed, she also made a request."
"any request?"
"She wants me to be her sparring partner..."
"Sparring partner?" Meng Lang was stunned for a moment.
"Yes, Master Yan said that he hasn't sparred with anyone for a long time and his martial arts skills are a bit rusty, so he wanted to practice with me this afternoon..."
"Yeah! There's nothing wrong with it. It's just temporary."
Although it should be of no use...
"Um... I would like to ask Brother Meng to come with me."
"Huh? Why?" Meng Lang asked confused.
"I don't know Chanis Kung Fu, so why are you asking me to be the referee?"
"Ahem! The main reason is that the tone Master Yan gave me on the phone was a little stiff, and he seemed to be in a bad mood. He said he was going to be a sparring partner, so I was afraid that I would end up being a punching bag..." The other end of the phone laughed dryly.
"I think, Brother Meng, you have such a good relationship with Master Yan. With you by your side, Master Yan has to give you some face, so that he won't be too harsh."
So this is ah……
But... are you in a bad mood?
Then why do you want to get into trouble? What if you beat me up too?
"You are a big man after all, you are so big! If you can't beat Yan Weiwei, you won't be treated as a punching bag, right?"
"Alas! Then you are overestimating me. In terms of seniority, I have to call Master Yan uncle. In terms of strength, I am more self-aware. Master Yan is one step away from the legendary dark power."
"An Jin? Is there really such a thing?" Meng Lang asked curiously.
"Of course, it's just that very few people in the world can reach this level. For someone with my qualifications, I'm afraid I won't be able to reach the threshold in my lifetime..."
Fan Shigang finished speaking with a hint of sadness, and then said.
"Brother Meng, if Jianghu is in an emergency, please help me. I'll treat you to dinner later!"
Is this a matter of eating?
In fact, he refused in his heart.
There are so many pressing matters at hand, which one is not life-threatening? There is no time to care about her turbulent inner world...
Well! Isn’t it just a volcanic eruption?
Go through the wind, make a roundabout way, and still have a crater that you can't avoid?
"Okay, let's talk about the location..."
After hanging up the phone, Meng Lang couldn't help but cover his face.
The subconscious is controlling your life, but you call it destiny...
The moment I made the decision, the poignant and famous scenes on the cruise ship kept popping up in my mind.
Reason told him not to go into this muddy water, but emotions controlled the final choice...
Meng Lang was thinking.
How can you be yourself?
Instead of letting your own brain become a racecourse for other people's thoughts...
…
Su City, Huqiu District.
Red ribbon boxing gym.
"Huh? Why are you here?" Yan Weiwei, who was wearing a training uniform, looked at Meng Lang in surprise.
"Haha! By coincidence, I happened to bump into Brother Meng on the way here, so we came over to join in the fun."
Fan Shigang explained with an honest smile.
"Well! I came here to watch and learn. In fact, I am also very interested in kung fu. By the way, I also joined the martial arts enthusiasts association in college." Meng Lang looked seriously.
In fact, if you think about it, Yan Weiwei has outstanding martial arts skills and is the honorary captain of the Xiaoyu Guards.
Having her protecting the Lin sisters is like having an extra layer of protection.
After all, one is a future scientist who is under training, and the other is a unique "author" at present. If either one has an accident, it will be a huge loss for him.
To achieve the goal of the "United Front Against Night Stalkers", someone like Yan Weiwei needs to be strong and powerful, have a good background, have a wide network of contacts, be able to introduce "clients" from time to time, and have a reliable and trustworthy personality. Isn't that what I need? team member?
Yeah! You can still block the gun for yourself at critical moments...
Sometimes, isn’t what a man needs just a little sense of security?
Meng Lang convinced himself in this way...
Yan Weiwei stared at Meng Lang for a while, curled her lips and turned around.
"Fan Shigang, go put on protective gear!"
Hmm! I checked my eyes and it seems that I am indeed in a bad mood.
While Fan Shigang was putting on his protective gear, Meng Lang looked around at the boxing gym.
It covers an area of more than 300 square meters, with a boxing ring in the center and a lot of professional training equipment around it. However, it is completely empty, let alone customers, and there is not even a girl at the front desk.
"Why are there no customers here?" Meng Lang asked curiously.
"The boss is not doing well and is about to go bankrupt. I just borrowed it for a day. You know the boss too, his surname is Hu."
Hu? Hu Yifei?
"Well...that's really unfortunate."
A professional who failed in investment, this is...
"Unfortunately, some people fail, and at worst they will have to do it again. Some people fail, but they may never have a chance again!"
"Well……"
Meng Lang asked tentatively after hearing something in the other person's words.
"You seem to be in a bad mood today?"
"Nothing, I just had a quarrel with the old man at home."
Stretching, twisting the waist, pressing the legs... Yan Weiwei said expressionlessly while doing warm-ups.
The practice clothes she was wearing were a set of loose meditation clothes made of linen similar to Tang suit, which looked very light and flexible.
During the activity, he showed off his amazing flexibility...
Meng Lang calmly retracted his gaze from the other party's waist and said doubtfully.
"Quarrel? Didn't you already agree to attend that mountain climbing meeting? Why are you still quarreling?"
Yan Weiwei curled her lips.
"Why else? Provide me with information about my opponent. It turned out that either the Xingyi Sect's boxing skills are profound or the Bajiquan's hard skills are amazing. He told me not to be too strong. Isn't he just hoping?
I’ll lose quickly!”
Well……
I don’t know much about the Xingyi Sect, but I’m afraid you really can’t beat the Baji Quan, your legs will be broken...
Most likely, the old man really cares, but he just made you angry unintentionally, right?
"You really want to win?"
Yan Weiwei glanced at him and said, "I don't want to win, I just don't want to lose."
Don’t want to lose? Who to lose to? Is it a predetermined fate...
Meng Lang sighed slightly in his heart.
"Actually, I can quite understand you."
Yan Weiwei was speechless. She had different joys and sorrows, so how could she feel the same way? He was obviously a guy who didn't know anything...
"What do you mean by understanding? What do you understand about me?"
"For example, martial arts should not be hereditary..."
Meng Lang crossed his arms and shook his head repeatedly.
Bad habit! Simply a bad habit!
It’s a remnant of the feudal era!
However, when Yan Weiwei next to her heard this, her whole body froze, and then she turned her head expressionlessly with a mechanical "click".
"Who told you that?"
"Well……"
Meng Lang finally noticed that Yan Weiwei looked unkind, and then realized that he seemed to "know" a little too much...
"this……"
Yan Weiwei stared at Meng Lang who was hesitating.
Could it be Haitang? No, Haitang is not the kind of person who gossips.
Yan Weiwei turned her head and looked at the man who was putting protective gear on herself.
Fan Shigang saw Yan Weiwei looking at him and returned a simple and honest smile.
"Well...actually..." Meng Lang smiled dryly and wanted to explain.
However, Yan Weiwei raised her leg viciously and did a volley kick. The strong wind blew the broken hair on Meng Lang's forehead, and there was a bit of murderous aura...
"You know what I hate the most?"
"No...I don't know."
"I hate men who gossip behind my back the most!"
…
"Bang! Bang bang! Bang bang bang!"
"Ha! Ah!" "Ouch!"
Meng Lang couldn't bear to cover his eyes when he saw Fan Shigang being kicked back several steps in the boxing ring and bouncing back on the elastic rope, then continuing to receive the violent attack.
Trouble comes from the mouth!
Fortunately, it didn't happen to me...
But now he finally understands why Yan Weiwei wears light training clothes, but Fan Shigang wears a full protective suit.
Last time I fought with a group of gangsters in a bar, I didn't realize there was much difference between the two of them. After this fight, I realized why Fan Shigang had to respectfully call him Master Yan every time he met.
If Fan Shigang is a bronze, then Yan Weiwei must be at least a diamond. The two are not on the same level at all.
Yan's Twelve-Way Tan Kick is not just about kicking, Yan Weiwei's skills are also not weak.
However, the main means of attack comes from those long legs with amazing elasticity.
Different from the so-called performance martial arts on the market, Yan Weiwei's attack and defense are closer to modern Sanda.
The so-called moves and frames are more about techniques for exerting force.
There are not many redundant routines and movements, but only simplified movements that test eyesight, strength and speed.
Especially Yan Weiwei's elusive and elusive movements of her legs, which are fierce and tricky.
Not to mention the defense power, the attack power is absolutely explosive!
As long as Fan Shigang gave up his defense for a moment and showed his attacking stance, a kick of his legs would attack his weak point of defense with lightning speed.
Fan Shigang was either kicked until he gritted his teeth and gasped, or he could only give up the attack and return to the passive defense of a turtle shell. He had no chance to counterattack. He could only be beaten under the shadow of his legs as fast as the wind.
The occasional feints made Fan Shigang frightened. The strength of the false moves forced him to concentrate on dealing with every attack from the opposite side.
Even if Yan Weiwei couldn't move her legs, Fan Shigang would have to spend a lot of energy to guard against the ready-to-go spring legs.
The sharp fighting skills made Meng Lang understand that the so-called "circle" in Fan Shigang's mouth was indeed fundamentally different from the so-called masters on the acne marks.
"If you move too slowly, your flaws will be obvious at a glance. Is this how your master taught you?"
"I'm training the legs, but the lower body is still so weak!"
"If you don't care about your buttocks, you just want to protect your head?"
"Bang! Bang bang! Bang bang bang!"
The powerful and heavy whip legs still collided with the protective gear on the arms, legs, and chest like a violent storm, and from time to time they were verbally ridiculed by Yan Weiwei.
Fan Shigang, who held his head in his hands and was treated like a sandbag, complained endlessly.
I was accidentally kicked in the unprotected arm just now, and it was probably bruised.
There are also several legs that are aimed at the head. If I hadn't been wearing head protection, I would have suffered a concussion from just one leg...
Brother Meng, how much face have I agreed to give you?
Why do I feel that Master Yan is just beating her to death?!
How did he know that he thought he was asking for an amulet, but it turned out to be someone seeking hatred...
However, Fan Shigang was definitely a man. Even when he was beaten to the point where he could not lift his head, he gritted his teeth and remained silent. He would also try to fight back from time to time, and he fulfilled his duties as a sparring partner.
After suffering for nearly ten minutes, Fan Shigang finally couldn't hold on anymore and was kicked in the chest. He fell on his back on the stage and couldn't get up for a long time.
"Stop, stop, stop!" Meng Lang quickly shouted to stop.
Even though he was KO'd before he could see it, Yan Weiwei was still unwilling to let go and was about to step forward to "whip the corpse"!
If he doesn't stop, I'm afraid Fan Shigang will have to stay in the hospital for a few days.
"Why stop?"
Yan Weiwei panted slightly, but still glared at her with sharp eyes.
"Ahem! Intermission! Intermission! Master Yan, if we fight again, we have to shout 120! If we want to continue, we have to ask someone to restore the health bar, right?"
"Okay, Fan Shigang, go down and restore your health. When your health bar is full, come up and replace him."
"Well……"
Under Yan Weiwei's sharp eyes and Fan Shigang's expectant gaze, Meng Lang could only laugh dryly.
"I'm just an ordinary person. I'm not strong enough for you to kick me, Master Yan."
"Hmph!" Yan Weiwei snorted, perhaps because she saw that Fan Shigang had indeed been severely beaten, or perhaps because she had vented a lot of her anger.
"Take a break for half an hour and come back later to continue!"
Without saying a word, he turned and walked towards the door of the boxing gym.
Facing Fan Shigang, who looked at him gratefully, he gestured to me, and Meng Lang quickly followed.
You can't be a sandbag for Fan Shigang, it's okay to delay for a little longer.
Seeing Yan Weiwei go out, she thought she wanted to come out for some air, but not long after leaving, she unexpectedly turned into a nearby temple archway.
He looked up doubtfully... Baoen Temple?
"Uh...why are you going to the temple?"
Cleanse the anger?
Yan Weiwei turned to look at him and said, "Go and ask for a signature!"
…
"Brush! Brush! Brush!" "Click!"
A bamboo skewer fell from the skewer tube.
【Lot 61】
Yan Weiwei followed the diagram on the wall to find the annotation of the signature.
[The bridge is broken and the road is blocked. When we board the boat to take care of things, we encounter a strong wind again.]
[Sign below]
emm…
Meng Lang felt that the air pressure around him suddenly dropped, making him even more depressed...
"Well...actually, not all temple fortune-tellings are very effective."
"This is the most popular temple around for asking for fortune-telling..."
rash:"……"
Have you heard all this?
So today you didn’t actually come here to cram yourself, but you really wanted to cram yourself?
After walking out of the hall, Yan Weiwei exuded an inexplicable black aura and sat down on the stone steps. She was silent and didn't know what she was thinking.
Meng Lang sighed and sat next to him, but he didn't know how to comfort him.
"Actually, I know, I know that I probably won't be able to reach the top of the mountain."
"Um?"
Yan Weiwei hugged her knees with her hands and looked at the scenery in the temple courtyard with somewhat absent-minded eyes.
Although the Baoen Temple in Huqiu District, Suzhou City is not as famous as the Baoen Temple in Jinling City, it is still quite famous.
However, the locals like to call it the ancient name Beita Temple, and it is known as the "No. 1 Ancient Temple in Wuzhong".
The green pines and cypresses reveal a long history...
"If I could easily reach the top, how could that old man agree so readily?
There are people outside the world, and there are mountains outside the mountains. Of course I know that..."
So you know?
I know you still force yourself to come?
If you just admit defeat and it's over, you have to come back in a wheelchair...
"But I'm not willing to give in. I'm really not willing to give in! Even if the possibility is slim, I want to give it one last try..."
Yan Weiwei suddenly turned to Meng Lang and stared at him. "Can you understand my mood?"
"I can……"
"You understand shit!"
rash:"……"
"How can you, a free and unrestrained person like you, possibly understand how I feel!"
When Meng Lang heard this, he said with a little helplessness.
"What does freedom mean? Living in this world, who is truly free?
Even these monks who eat fast, chant Buddha's name, and pursue the paradise world, don't they still follow the rules and regulations?
If you look at the people around you who are running around for daily necessities, how many of them are just numb bodies without the passion of the past, but they are still being coerced by society and getting older...
Can this be considered freedom?
Most people actually die at the age of 25 and are only buried at the age of 75.
At most, your experience belongs to this majority."
"You were buried when you were only 75!" Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes.
If I could be buried at the age of 75, I would be a smiling person...
Meng Lang sighed secretly.
"Even so, why do I have to be the majority? Are you and Haitang not numb? There is light in your eyes, right? Why can you still freely pursue your ideals?"
Meng Lang thought about it seriously.
"Maybe... it's because we all have some special talents?"
"If you have me, why don't you? I'm also called a genius, right?" Yan Weiwei expressed dissatisfaction.
"That might be because...you haven't worked hard enough? Think about it, if you had worked harder before and reached that level of secret power, wouldn't you have reached the top this time?
Ultimately, the problem is multifaceted.”
Well……
Yan Weiwei choked at these words. Is this guy definitely trying to comfort me?
I felt a little angry for a while.
"Fart! I've been up till dawn since I was little, and I don't rest until sunset! Forget it about Begonia, can you work as hard as me?
As a salesman, you stay at home all day and don’t leave the house without taking a step forward. Is this considered hard work?”
"Of course, I stay at home and do business, which is much more important than selling business."
"What business is so important?"
Meng Lang paused.
"Actually, I have a dream to write a book in my life."
"Writing a book? What kind of book should I write? An online novel? Is it so inspiring that the master is still platinum gold?"
"No, what I want to write is an autobiography about me." Meng Lang looked serious.
"Your...autobiography?!" Yan Weiwei looked at him with a strange expression.
"People only start writing autobiographies when they are in their 70s or 80s. You started writing your autobiography in your early twenties. How rich are your life experiences?"
"Well! This is the special talent I told you about..."
"Ha! Even if I believe you, then you have worked hard to write an autobiography.
Do you want it to be as inspirational as 'The Count of Monte Cristo', or as popular as 'Harry Potter'..."
Meng Lang thought carefully.
"I don't have high expectations, but it has to be at the level of the Four Great Classics."
Isn’t that what you call not having too high expectations?
Yan Weiwei was speechless.
"Where do you get the confidence that makes you think that your autobiography can be compared with the four major masterpieces..."
"Don't believe it, but in the final analysis the four great classics are nothing more than that.
Don’t look at how many chapters and chapters they have, how ups and downs the plot is and how fascinating it is, in the final analysis it’s just four words.”
"Which four words?"
"Military, save me, sister, save me, brother, save me, Wukong, save me."
Yan Weiwei: "..."
He twitched the corner of his mouth.
"So where is your copy?"
Meng Lang chuckled.
"Brother, save me!"
Well……
Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes, "It's so awesome, I want to read it."
"No problem. When I write the final draft, I will let you take a look at it if I have the chance." Meng Lang said with a smile.
"Then let me thank you first! If unfortunately you are buried before you finish writing, I will buy you a sign from behind and burn three sticks of incense every day to comfort you."
Yan Weiwei curled her lips and pointed behind her with her thumb.
Meng Lang turned his head and looked back.
In the Palace of Purity on the west side of the main hall of the temple, rows of memorial tablets were filled with smoke, solemn and solemn...
rash:"……"
He twitched the corners of his mouth.
Haha! If you really want to erect a monument for "me" to pray for blessings, then here...
