Li Xiaotai on the left was kicked in a key part by Fang Xiaoyue. As soon as the dagger was thrown away, he fell down in the aisle thrashing while covering the key part.
In less than five seconds, the three robbers fell down, causing the remaining two people, Li Laoyao and Tang Saner, to twitch at the corners of their mouths.
They felt that Zhang Xiaohu and others were too careless to deal with a person and be knocked down so quickly.
Of course, even so, they didn't intend to just surrender.
After all, at this time, Fang Xiaoyue's hands were empty without the beer bottles, but they had daggers in their hands!
But when the two of them rushed over, Fang Xiaoyue advanced instead of retreating. With a single lunge, the two of them were unable to react. She hit the two of them hard on their Adam's apples with both elbows, almost suffocating them immediately.
As soon as the five robbers fell down, the passengers in the carriage immediately plucked up their courage. They swarmed up and punched and kicked the robbers who fell in the aisle.
There was also a sharp-eyed person who dug aside the dagger that fell on the ground, picked it up gingerly and pointed it at the robber.
After the passengers recovered the stolen money, jewelry, etc., the driver came to his senses, slammed the accelerator, and drove the bus towards the nearby police station.
When they arrived at the police station, the driver opened the door and went out to report the crime.
When the checking comrade got in the car, he saw, my dear, these robbers looked as if they had been trampled by a herd of bison on the prairie. Their faces were swollen and their noses were crooked, their bodies were bruised, and even their clothes were torn with holes.
If they hadn't looked at the photos and confirmed that three of them were fugitives, these comrades who checked them would probably have thought that the robbers lying in the carriage had been robbed.
The five robbers were detained at the police station, and the passengers left after taking notes one by one.
However, when Fang Xiaoyue took notes and left the police station, she was surprised to find that the previous passengers were still sitting in the car waiting.
Seeing Fang Xiaoyue getting on the bus, they all applauded, and some passengers happily exchanged phone numbers with Fang Xiaoyue, patted their chests and said: If you need anything in the future, come to me!
In fact, they all thought Fang Xiaoyue was some kind of martial arts master.
Well, actually, if you have to say it, Fang Xiaoyue can be considered a martial arts master now.
After all, someone with a level 7-8 of Xingyi Quan is considered to be a top master who has been practicing boxing for 40 or 50 years in the martial arts world!
Fang Xiaoyue also asked about the handsome guy who had done something brave before, and was relieved to learn that he had been sent to the hospital.
Although he can be treated, it is really difficult to save him without a silver needle.
Well, it seems that I have to carry a set of silver needles with me.
No way, he had a vague premonition that after he came back, things would definitely not go so smoothly. No matter what happened, accidents would happen around him. It was necessary to make some preparations.
As for whether to apply for a medical license, he didn't think about it for the time being.
After all, you are just a master fitter. Isn't it funny that you go to apply for a medical license?
First, if you have never studied in a school of Chinese and Western medicine, and second, if you have no inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine, who will apply for a medical license for you?
But having said that, if you carry a set of silver needles with you and give first aid when something goes wrong, you can build a good reputation and avoid being accused of practicing medicine without a license.
When they returned to the Huohuo Factory, Fang Xiaoyue was tired from a day of hard work. When she returned to her residence, she drove away a few apprentices.
Along the way back, he could tell that most of these apprentices were curious about whether they knew how to use martial arts.
But Fang Xiaoyue is the master, and he will definitely not pamper these apprentices.
After sleeping all night, I got up in the morning and while I was brushing my teeth, several apprentices arrived, each carrying breakfast with different flavors as usual.
Fang Xiaoyue also lived up to their filial piety, eating a mouthful of porridge, two steamed buns, a mouthful of side dishes, and a salted duck egg with relish.
"Master, do you know martial arts?"
As a senior brother, Lin Fahu finally plucked up the courage after hesitating and hesitating for a long time under the instigation of his two junior brothers.
"Why do you ask?"
Fang Xiaoyue bit into the salted duck egg, feeling the delicious red oil melting on the tip of her tongue, then took another sip of porridge before replying.
"Well, weren't you on the bus yesterday?"
Lin Fahu made two gestures with his hands, with burning desire in his eyes.
I have to say that at this time, although the craze for martial arts has passed in China, people like Lin Fahu and their age, when they were young, the craze for martial arts was at its peak, such as Eagle Claw Fist, Mantis Fist, and Drunken Fist.
, they have heard about it since childhood.
It can be said that it was their childhood dream to learn martial arts, travel around the world, and do justice.
Just like Fang Xiaoyue on the bus yesterday, knocking a group of gangsters to the ground with a bang. Such a handsome posture is what they want, instead of lying in front of the machine and using various tools to make molds.
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It's just work!
Seeing the brilliance in the eyes of several apprentices, Fang Xiaoyue shook her head: "You guys, we are in a legal society now! What's so good about practicing martial arts."
Upon hearing what the master said, several disciples immediately became anxious.
"Master, you can't say that. This martial artist doesn't have to fight. Isn't it good to stop the gangsters from doing evil like you did yesterday?"
The third disciple, Lu Ping'an, was probably the most ardent among the three in martial arts dreams, so he jumped out immediately.
"A chivalrous person?"
Fang Xiaoyue was happy when she heard this: "Then do you know how long you have been practicing martial arts as a master?"
"Five years!" These were Lin Fahu's words.
"Ten years!" Wang Binyang's words are more reliable.
"Fifteen years!" Although Lu Ping'an said he was naive, he was not stupid. He thought that the master was only 16 or 17 years old now, so I could give him the maximum number, right?
But what they never expected was that Fang Xiaoyue compared the numbers: "At least thirty years! Of course, based on your qualifications, if you were a teacher, it would only take five years."
Fang Xiaoyue was also helpless. This body was too young. No one would believe it even if it was thirty years old.
"Thirty years? This..."
When the three apprentices heard this, they were like eggplants with frost and couldn't stand it.
But they didn't give up so easily, and when they got off work at noon, they got in front of Fang Xiaoyue again.
Anyway, the general meaning is that no matter how many years, practice first, what if you are a martial arts genius?
These words made Fang Xiaoyue dumbfounded.
If these three apprentices were really talented in martial arts, he would have taught them long ago, why would they be taught at this time?
However, since the apprentice was willing to learn, Fang Xiaoyue did not completely refuse.
In the early morning of the next day, the three apprentices got up early and came to the master's yard, waiting for the first class.
But the first lesson Fang Xiaoyue gave them was to work hard.