Chapter 117 Document? Manjusri?

The sky is blue, and the unique fragrance of milk tea is floating in the air.

Located on the second floor of Hongji Milk Tea Shop, there is a light layer of water on the wooden floor that was waxed yesterday.

Wearing a sky blue suit, with handsome facial features, short black hair, and a slightly open neckline, you can see the snow-white skin, which makes people feel like cream, making people want to take a bite.

But judging from the outline of the muscles under the skin.

Obviously, this is not a harmless little puppy.

Wearing exquisite gold-rimmed glasses and holding a one-dollar black carbon pen in his hand, Chen Changqing was lying in front of a red sandalwood table writing furiously.

His focused and serious appearance reminds people of intellectuals during the Republic of China.

On the same table, there are some scattered photos.

Most of them are photos of Ni Yongxiao, and some are photos of Ni Yongxiao and others. But the most eye-catching thing is a yellow piece of paper stuck together with transparent tape. The content inside is very brief, with only one number - April.

22:30 on the 14th.

"Dong dong dong!"

A burst of heavy footsteps came from behind, and Chen Changqing's writing paused.

But he did not look back, but continued to improve the information in front of him.

Behind him, Hong Zhen, wearing a yellow cartoon Donald Duck apron, held a cup of freshly prepared milk tea in his hand. He glanced at Chen Changqing and sat down on his favorite Taishi chair.

While drinking milk tea, I played games beautifully.

Although the pace of Hong Kong in the 1990s was fast, you could still find quiet places after all.

Hongji Milk Tea Shop is a small shop located on Wutong Street. It is neither a busy city nor a deserted village. However, this humble milk tea shop has a tranquility that cannot be felt by people in Hong Kong today.

Chen Changqing likes this place very much. In addition to practicing Hong Quan with Lao Hong, he likes to hang out here whenever he has nothing to do.

It's not that there's anything good about the milk tea shop, it's mainly that he likes the atmosphere.

Almost half an hour later, Chen Changqing finished writing the last paragraph.

He stretched and took a long breath.

It's a pity that it's not winter now, and Xiangjiang itself is very warm. Otherwise, when Chen Changqing exhales like this, a large number of people will probably shout that he exhales like a dragon.

This is not an exaggeration. I don’t know the exact name of the Hong Quan taught by Lao Hong to Chen Changqing. In short, according to him, it is called Hong Quan, and the description given by Goldfinger also uses the word Hong Quan, which is divided into three parts.

Tiger, leopard, dragon, snake, crane.

Each boxing set is equipped with external boxing, pile skills and breathing techniques.

Generally speaking, Waijiaquan is the most difficult to practice, because improving physical fitness cannot be achieved in a day or two, but it is not the most difficult. The most difficult hurdle for Waijiaquan is talent.

We are all human beings, with one head and two legs, but some people have great strength.

Therefore, practicing boxing depends on talent, and then perseverance.

Chen Changqing's situation is a bit special, this guy cheated.

Ever since I came into contact with Hongquan, my physical fitness has been improving day by day.

Hong Zhen has practiced boxing all his life and has seen many talented young people, but this is the first time he has seen a monster like this.

How long has it been?

Ordinary people may not be able to perfect Waijiaquan with Zhuang Kung Fu and breathing techniques, but Chen Changqing was able to beat him to it.

Because his physical fitness is so strong, it has led to progress in other aspects. Even though he has only been exposed to the breathing method for a short time, Chen Changqing's Qi is no worse than those of the old Hongquan masters who have been practicing for more than ten years or even most of their lives.

Even better.

As Chen Changqing stopped writing, Hong Zhen, who was sitting on the Grand Master's chair, took a sip of milk tea.

While chewing the pearls, he said unclearly:

"Next month, I have a junior coming over."

Chen Changqing was stunned for a moment, with confusion in his eyes: "So?"

After swallowing the pearl in his mouth, Hong Zhen glanced at Chen Changqing, then lowered his head to play the game console:

"He wants to see you."

He raised his eyebrows and subconsciously thought of Chen Changqing who was playing in the gym, and he couldn't help but feel eager to try:

"Very strong?"

Xia uses martial arts to break the law, and people who practice martial arts have more or less violent impulses.

Chen Changqing usually hides very well. Although it sounds like he is swearing, he is really not a human being.

But there are aggressive genes hidden in the bones of any creature, and Chen Changqing is no exception.

In a sense, Chen Changqing is rather embarrassed now.

Ordinary people can't beat him. Not to mention boxing and moves, just a random punch from him is enough to kill someone.

As for the experts?

There is a master in front of him, and he is also a Hong Fist master.

But after all, he was his mentor, and it was not easy for Chen Changqing to fight against the old man.

As for being cowardly?

Impossible, there is no way he could be cowardly. This is called respecting teachers. Anyway, he would not admit that he could not beat Hong Zhen, an old pervert who could catch bullets with his bare hands.

Just facing Chen Changqing's hot-eyed inquiry, Hong Zhen shook his head:

"I don't know, his teacher is my master's registered disciple."

"I forgot the specific name. I heard that your surname is Long. Should you call it Wenshu or Manjusri?"

"Dragon text? I wonder where I heard about it?"

Chen Changqing frowned, vaguely feeling that he had heard this name somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Hong Zhen, who was playing the game console, shook his head and glanced at Chen Changqing:

"Don't think too much about it. Although he came to see you, his target is not you."

Although he had never met the nephew named Long, Hong Zhen knew something about his visit.

I heard that he is very talented, and he is already a first-rate master in his thirties. According to rumors, he is expected to break through to the level of Grandmaster. The other party came to me this time, most likely because he wanted to see what a real Grandmaster is like.

Hong Zhen didn't want to agree at first, but after he left Xiangjiang in his early years, the master's registered disciples helped him a lot, so he agreed to the other party's request.

But looking at Hong Zhen's disapproving look, Chen Changqing couldn't help but frown:

"Can I fight?"

Hong Zhen rolled his eyes and glared at Chen Changqing angrily:

"You should ask him if he will be beaten to death by me."

Seeing Hong Zhen's energetic look, Chen Changqing knew what he was doing.

Although he didn't know how strong the man named Long was, he knew how painful Mr. Hong's fists were. Chen Changqing had never withstood three punches without giving him some tricks.

But even so, Chen Changqing still reminded me: "Don't forget that you are fifty-eight this year. Don't hold on to it. Face is important, but life is not as important. At worst, I will become a grandmaster in two years, so I will give you some space."

get back."

"Besides, this is junior's business, there is no need for you to play."

Hong Zhen glared at Chen Changqing:

"Get out of here!"

Although he looked disgusted, a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

There is something unsaid: Hong Zhen has no children, and Chen Changqing has no parents (Chen Yongren’s mother died first, and later Ni Kun also died).

In a sense, the master-disciple relationship between these two people is much deeper than imagined.

Moreover, the relationship between the two is that of master, not master.

The master's father is the father's father. In traditional martial arts, the apprentice has to provide for the master until his death.

After leaving Hongji Milk Tea Shop, although the car was parked at the entrance of Baile Game City, Chen Changqing did not drive when he left. Instead, he took a double-decker bus at the entrance of Wutong Street.

There are many buses like this in Xiangjiang, mainly because the population is dense and driving is inconvenient.

Rather than driving by yourself, it is really more convenient to take the bus if you are on the road.

Because it was two or three o'clock in the afternoon, there were not many people on the bus itself, but Chen Changqing still got on the second floor of the bus. On the second floor of the empty bus, he found a seat by the window and took out something from his pocket.

A Walkman.

The machine was from Sony, and it still played tapes. It was not as good as the later MP3 and MP4, and it was completely different from the convenient mobile phones.

However, in this era, Sony's Walkman is already considered a high-end product, and the mainland market is very good.

Probably starting in 1992, after the economy was fully opened, a large number of small local tycoons emerged in the country. This made Chen Changqing have some careful thoughts, but these things still need to be planned, and it is too early to say this now.

Just walking and stopping like this, almost forty minutes passed.

Chen Changqing, who still felt like he was about to fall asleep even though he was listening to the song, finally met the person he wanted to meet today.

Just at the stairwell on the second floor of the bus, Huang Zhicheng, wearing a dark gray suit, walked up, and the moment he saw Chen Changqing?

He couldn't help but his eyes lit up.
Chapter completed!