Children's words should not be taken seriously. There was a time when I was a child and I thought my neighbor next door told me a story about Uncle Zhang who was the result of the land reform.
"Little sister, are you cold?"
The little girl nodded at me.
It was still very cold at night in the post-autumn season. Seeing her shivering, I took off my clothes and put them on her. My coat was a big size and it covered her knees after she put it on, which made her look a bit funny.
No matter how well society develops, there will always be poor people living on the streets. I think these half-year-old children can join the Zhenhai Gang and at least have a bed to sleep on and a bowl of food to eat, which is better than freezing to death on the streets.
"Brother, you are a good person. Can you tell me what your name is? Brother Coyote said that everyone in society must have a nickname. Do you also have a nickname?" She asked me innocently.
"My nickname is Shenyanfeng."
The girl tilted her head and thought for a moment, "What a strange nickname. Brother, are you sick? Do you have chronic nephritis that keeps getting better?"
I have black lines all over my face.
Nowadays, children have very clear thinking. What does my nickname Shenyanfeng have to do with my kidney inflammation? I did suffer from nephritis, but I got better eight lifetimes ago.
"May I have your name."
"My name is Fire Fox."
"I asked you your real name. It's the one on your ID card."
The little girl lowered her head, grabbed her clothes and whispered, "I forgot about it."
At this time, Little Red Hair came to me and said, "Brother, I picked her up at Yiwu Railway Station four years ago. She was digging through the trash can. She seems to have a name, Sha Qi."
I was stunned for a moment. This name is easy to remember, Shaqi, Shaqima.
Around 10:30, I asked a few of them to squeeze in and sit in the back seat. I was just about to get in the car when suddenly the windshield in front of the car shattered!
A brick! It flew from nowhere and instantly smashed the windshield!
Li Kangyang thought his enemies were coming, so he immediately pulled out his machete and got out of the car, looking around nervously.
"You guys just sit in the car! Don't get down!" After telling me, I got out of the car to check the situation.
"Da da da."
There were no street lights in this area of the demolition area, and I heard a continuous sound like walking on high heels in the darkness ahead.
I wondered if the mysterious third eunuch had come to my door. I asked Brother Pao to kill the first and second eunuchs, and they came to take revenge on me.
What if it happens? Brother Yu is not here! Neither is the brother who protects me!
"Da da da."
There was another strange "ta-da" sound, and then a figure appeared directly in front of me and Li Kangyang.
I nervously asked, "Who is this? Is it the third treasurer?"
"I don't know, be careful, I've already sent a text message to call for reinforcements." Li Kangyang clutched the machete with a dark face.
I saw the man in front of me leaning on a pair of wooden crutches. The clattering sound was the sound of the wooden crutches hitting the ground. I squinted and saw that this man seemed to have difficulty with his legs and feet. Judging from his body shape, he should be a man. His clothes were ragged and his hair was messy.
There was a yellow gourd hanging on his waist, and the smell of alcohol could be smelled from a distance.
This man walked on a crutch and stopped five meters away from us. He said in a hoarse voice, "You two, where do you want to abduct the children?"
"child?"
I turned to look at the car and saw the little red-haired boy running over in a panic.
Shout "It's a misunderstanding! They are our friends!"
Little Red Hair stopped in the middle and explained. It took me two minutes to realize that this man with a cane was the drunkard uncle the little girl had just mentioned.
After hearing this, the man immediately said, "You wolf, come here. These two people don't look like good people. They are probably human traffickers. Don't believe what they say."
Xiao Hongmao hurriedly said, "It's not Uncle Drunkard! You misunderstood! It's not human traffickers! They are good people! They are the big shots of the Zhenhai Gang!"
The man on crutches had cold eyes hidden under his long hair. He stared at Li Kangyang who was holding a machete in his hand and said, "You are young and don't understand society. People's hearts are sinister. Some people don't look good at first glance. If you want to go with them, they
I don’t know where I’ll sell you to.”
I hurriedly explained, "Brother, you really misunderstood! We are here to do business! I just accidentally discovered that these children had no food or shelter, so pitiful! So I wanted to take them back and give them a place to stay!"
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He immediately pointed his crutch at me and said, "My eyes can never go wrong, and you are not a good person either! I won't let you take the children away!"
Li Kangyang sneered, "You lame man, if you dare to smash my car, I will give you a face, right? Believe it or not, I will chop you to death right now!"
I stretched out my hand to stop Li Kangyang, who was about to rush over and kill someone. I frowned and whispered, "Don't be too busy doing it. I feel like this person is not simple."
As mentioned before, my strength ranks in the fourth level in the entire world. When facing ordinary masters, I can feel the opponent's aura, but I can't feel the aura of the man with a cane in front of me.
There are only two possibilities.
First, the opponent is an ordinary person who is completely incompetent in martial arts. Second, the opponent is a super master who can control his momentum at will, similar to Lord Ma. After thinking about what the little girl just said that he could kill a tiger with one punch, I decided
The other party is more likely to fall into the latter category.
At this time, the little girl Shaqi ran over and hugged the man with the cane. She raised her head and said happily, "Uncle Drunkard, you are finally here! We just said we were waiting for you! We are going to live somewhere else with Brother Coyote!"
These two big brothers are very good people! Uncle drunkard, you don’t have to worry about us!"
"Yes, we are really good people!" I said.
Several half-year-old children gathered around the crutch man and talked to each other for a long time. They usually listened to the instructions of the eldest little red hair. If the little red hair said it was okay, then they thought it was okay.
The man on crutches unscrewed the gourd hanging on his waist and took a sip of wine. He sighed and said to the little red haired boy, "You bastards, you are old and have the right to choose your own life. Since you all want to go, I don't care."
No matter what happens in the future, you, as the big brother, must take good care of them."
Little Red Hair patted his chest and said, "Uncle Drunkard, don't worry! I will be eighteen in two years! I will not let anyone bully my younger brothers and sisters in this life! I promise you!"
The man on crutches raised his neck and took another swig of wine, then he screwed on the gourd and turned around to leave.
His limping figure in the darkness seemed to be two parts cool and three parts lonely.
Li Kangyang cursed, "You damn lame guy is really wasting your time. Let's go, brother, I have something to do when I get back."
"You go back first, I'll take a taxi and go on my own."
"What are you doing in this damn place?"
"Don't
No matter what, take them away quickly, and remember to have someone give them a bath first when you get back."
After Li Kangyang drove away, I ran in the direction where the man with the cane left. Although we had only met for a few minutes, I felt that there were many doubts about this man.
"Brother! Brother, wait!"
Since his legs and feet were inconvenient, I quickly caught up with him.
"What are you looking for from me?"
"Go west to find old weapons!" I said directly when we met.
He didn't respond at all.
"Puppet leads the way! Spring is always there all year round!" I said again.
He stood there on crutches, still unresponsive.
I gritted my teeth and said, "Earthquake in Gaogang! The mountains and rivers are beautiful through the ages! Where did my brother eat!"
He still didn't respond, so I said again, "Jiujiang Bamai! Marshal of the Great Road! A bowl of rice for the poor in the world!"
He stared at me for two seconds and said in a hoarse voice, "It seems that young people are not simple. I am not the old martial arts club, the Changchun Club, the Brother Pao Club, and not the Beggar Gang. I am just a useless drunkard."
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After saying that, he took another big sip of wine to the gourd. This man has a large capacity for drinking. After just a few sips, I felt like I was half a pound drunk.
He wiped his mouth and said, "Stop asking around. It's true that I used to be a martial artist, but not anymore, and I don't know any martial arts."
As soon as he finished speaking, I instantly kicked his crutch away.
As a result, his center of gravity became unstable and he fell to the ground.
I quickly picked up the crutch and handed it to him, "I'm sorry, brother, I just want to give it a try. You really don't know how to do martial arts?"
"Won't."
"Then why did little Shaqi say that you can kill a tiger with one punch? And that little red-haired man has a basic horse step. It looks like he was taught by someone."
He suddenly scolded me angrily, "Are you sick? Damn it. Do you believe what a kid says? Besides, my martial arts skills have nothing to do with you!"
I was not angry even after being scolded. I said firmly, "If you know the name of the Changchun Society Puppet Society, then you are not an ordinary person."
He pointed at me and said, "If you want to know who I am, simply give me a bottle of Moutai and I will tell you."
"No, where can I give you a whole bottle of Maotai in the middle of the night?"
"If there is no Maotai, then Erguotou will do."
"There is no such thing in Erguotou! The area around here is very desolate! There is no supermarket!"
He pointed behind me, "Take a right after 100 meters and walk 100 meters. There is a canteen. Go and get me two bottles of Erguotou."
I bought it quickly, and he poured all the wine into his gourd. After shaking it back and forth, he said with a satisfied expression, "Come with me."
I followed him to the place where he lived. There was no light in the room. He skillfully lit the candle, put down his crutch and said, "Sit wherever you want."
I looked at my surroundings curiously.
The surrounding walls are covered with paintings, including landscapes, pictures of animals like chickens and birds, etc. There are quite a few, some twenty or thirty, all nailed to the wall. The southwest corner is full of empty wine bottles.
Those wine bottles were piled up into a small mountain.
"Brother, did you draw these paintings yourself?"
"Yes, I have nothing to do but paint. What do you think?"
"Can I tell the truth?"
"Just tell me."
I pointed to a painting on the wall and said, "This painting of hibiscus and golden pheasants is so lifelike and can be seen through the back of the paper. It uses no less than ten ancient techniques. These inscriptions are made of iron and silver hooks. They are free and unrestrained. I think I should learn the style."
It belongs to Zhao Ji, Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty."
He immediately laughed and said, "Haha, what I drew was obviously a sketch of a hen eating, but you said it was a picture of a hibiscus and golden pheasant. You young man really knows how to flatter a horse."
"I'm over half my age. I don't care about sex or money. I only have two hobbies: drinking and appreciating paintings. I knew some boxing and kicking skills in my early years, but later I picked up a hamstring when I was fighting with others."
I said, "Brother, your accent is from the north, so why did you settle in Chun'an?"
He sat cross-legged on the ground, burped and said, "I'm not settling here anymore, I'm just looking for someone to pass by here."
"Who are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for the person who sold me fake paintings back then."
He wiped his face, pointed two fingers at me and said, "It has been more than twenty years. It has been more than twenty years since a high imitation of Tang Bohu's painting made me bankrupt and lose all my face. I found out that this painting was
The ghost hand of the door is imitated by Xu Xiaobo, so even if I travel to the ends of the earth, I still have to find the ghost hand of the door."
I couldn't close my mouth when I heard it.
Isn't Xu Xiaobo the old man who was imprisoned in the mental hospital? Before he died, he told me a treasure-hiding poem, saying that a group of his heritage treasures were hidden in a place opposite Bailu Community in Nanjing.
Cemen deceived many painting masters back then, and the ancient paintings they imitated are still kept as treasures in major museums. I reacted and said, "It's been so many years, why are you so persistent? Cemen's ghost might have been there long ago."
Dead of old age.”
"Impossible! The ghost-hand Xu Xiaobo is definitely not dead! I used his birthday and horoscope to calculate with the Match God! He is still alive and well!"
Of course I know about the Match God in Shijiazhuang, Hebei. He is the top figure in the fortune-telling world today. He has helped countless people escape and change their fortunes in his life. His ability is no less than that of Jingmen. The difference between the two is Jingmen.
He does not tell fortunes for ordinary people, but the God of Matches specializes in telling fortunes for ordinary people.
Match God said that if Ghost Hand Xu Xiaobo is not dead, then he is not dead, but there is a timeline issue involved.
I asked, "When did the God of Matches help you calculate?"
"It was about five years ago," he recalled.
I thought to myself, this is right, Xu Xiaobo died a year and a half ago, and I personally pushed his body into the morgue, so it couldn't be wrong.
After a few words of advice, I wanted to change the subject. This man was deceived by Cemen in his early years and it seemed that he had become obsessed with it. He actually spent more than 20 years traveling all over the world to find the other party. Jiamusi is a crazy place with mental illness. He would go to hell if he could find it.
Already.
He opened his mouth and yawned, and suddenly said, "Boy, although I am a disabled person and can no longer practice martial arts, I know all the secrets of martial arts in the world today. Today, for the sake of your two bottles of Erguotou, I can give you some pointers."
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"Ah! Really?"
"I don't talk big words. When I say I understand, I understand."
"Then tell me what is the most powerful martial arts in the world today?" I asked curiously.
He smiled and said, "There is no such thing as the most powerful martial arts. Hundreds of schools of martial arts each have their own strengths and weaknesses. It all depends on the talent and opportunity of the martial artist, but in terms of growth in the later stages."
At this point, he burped again and said loudly, "Refining Qigong, I should be the best in the world!"
