After saying an ambiguous goodbye to the nurse, Chen Zishen walked out of the hospital feeling comfortable and in a happy mood. He felt like he had completely transformed, and he was walking with a bit of swagger. He walked out of the hospital gate, passed through the crowded intersection, and walked in a deserted street.
In the corner, an old but energetic voice suddenly sounded:
"Little baby!..."
"Oh my god, who is calling me kid again? I'm not Wu Xia Amen anymore, okay?" Chen Zishen muttered in a low voice, stopped and looked towards the source of the sound.
A sloppy, dirty old man, wrapped in a thick and torn cotton quilt. His hair was disheveled and his face was wrinkled. Although the old man was indeed a bit scary, because it was broad daylight, Chen Zishen had just secreted a lot of male hormones.
So he was very courageous, and the old man didn't scare him at all.
"Little baby!... We are quite destined. Do you still know me?" the old man said pleasantly.
"What? Destined? What do you mean? Are you cursing me that I will become a little beggar begging on the street in the future?" Chen Zishen asked not too happy.
The old man smiled, and the old bark on his face became more obvious. Although Chen Zishen respected the old and loved the young, he still felt that he was very ugly. He endured all kinds of unhappiness and kindly said to the old man: "Old man, are you going to
Do you want money?" At the same time, he started to open his wallet and took out a bunch of messy bills.
"Day! Today I am planning to spend hundreds or even thousands on medical treatment. The smallest one is only five yuan. Well, even if it is a good deed, the honor and disgrace of my life will not depend on five yuan anyway." Chen Zishen muttered.
Then he took out five yuan and put it in the old man's broken bowl.
"I'm leaving. I can't make any money. Five yuan is enough." Chen Zishen forced a smile to the old man and said.
"Hey! Wait a minute, give me another five yuan!" the old man said immediately, while he was still trying to stand up and hold Chen Zishen.
Chen Zishen was startled, and his anger was about to rise. He tried his best to calm down with the great idea of respecting the old and loving the young, and said calmly: "Hey! What are you doing? Isn't this an open fight? I see there are some things in your bowl.
Mao, fifty cents in change, I already gave you enough, and you still want more, isn't that too harsh?"
The old man laughed strangely twice, and took out a torn book from his arms. He held the thin book in his right hand, and stretched out a finger on his left hand to point at the name of the book - "Qigong and Martial Arts"
"This book is given to you cheaply. It only costs ten yuan. How about it, little kid!" the old man said proudly.
Chen Zishen was so angry that he said angrily: "You said I would give it away and you still charge me ten yuan. Do you think I am a mentally retarded child? No wonder you become a beggar. If you have evil intentions, you should have such retribution."
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The old man said without compromise: "This is a long-lost martial arts secret book. My grandfather passed it on to my father, and my father passed it on to me. Now there are no books for sale. The book is definitely worth ten yuan. Little boy, I believe it.
Me, I read your book because you gave me two dollars and an apple that night so I could eat it. The apples on Christmas Eve were indeed well-deserved, they were so delicious.
),Ha ha!"
Chen Zishen's mind turned around and he immediately remembered what happened that night. He was almost fainted by the old man that night. He was still able to find him today. What a damn fate. But Fengshou County is only so big.
There aren't many places to beg properly, so it's not unusual to meet him here.
Chen Zishen glared and said, "Uncle? When will you become my uncle? Oh! You are so cruel. Not only do you want to blackmail me for ten dollars, but you also want to taint my ancestors. You are so damn inhuman."
The old man continued to repeat his point of view: "Really, what the old man said is definitely the truth. This book is real Kung Fu. It is worth it. It is absolutely worth it. My destined little boy, just believe me."
Chen Zishen gritted his teeth. He even wanted to give the annoying old man a hard kick, then grab his hair and slap him several times. He himself was often slapped, and the urge to hit others was still very strong, but he was lying on the ground.
After all, he is just a bad old man, and his character has not deteriorated to this extent. Besides, fighting with a beggar is not what a normal person should do.
Chen Zishen clenched his fists and squeezed out a little voice from his throat: "Then tell me about your book. What's so good about it? I can't stand up no matter how I see you. Is this because you have practiced kung fu?
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The old man suddenly changed from nervous to sad. Seeing his miserable expression, Chen Zishen was almost moved and handed the old man a hundred yuan. However, he had a sudden thought and felt that he was not a woman, so he must be faking it.
The old man looked up at the sky and said: "It's all my fault that I was too arrogant when I was young. I didn't take others seriously because of my martial arts skills. I spent too much time drinking and bullying, and in the end I was accidentally killed by a group of ruthless people.
It was crippled. For people like us who don’t do good things, once we lose our ability, some of the seemingly loyal younger brothers around us will immediately disperse. It’s a good thing if we don’t add insult to injury. Later, I completely lost my ability to live.
I even suffered repeated retaliation, and finally ended up on the streets, begging for a living, and now I still have some problems with my legs."
Chen Zishen listened carefully, as if everything the old man said was true, and his view of the old man's disgust changed a little, and turned into a little sympathy.
The old man continued: "I see that your temperament is quite simple, and you are not very arrogant. The key is that you are very calm, and you seem to have some brains. After practicing my magical skills, you will definitely be more powerful, with hundreds of benefits and no harm, and you are capable.
People are most afraid of being arrogant, arrogant, and headless."
What Chen Zishen said seemed very reasonable. If he really learns his skills, he will meet some social gangsters and lustful foreigners in the future. It will not be easy to deal with it in three strokes, five divisions and two divisions. He asked excitedly
: "Then why is your book so good? How many people can you beat?"
The old man seemed to have found a son who would carry on the family lineage. He said happily: "Practice my magical skills to strengthen your body, prevent and treat diseases, prolong your life, and develop your body's potential."
Chen Zishen sounded a little mysterious, and he didn't believe it: "Don't say it so mysteriously, okay? Let's be more practical. Is there any practical use? For example, can you become more powerful in fighting?"
The old man immediately replied: "Qigong has a long history in the Dragon Kingdom. What I just said is true. If you don't believe me, you can learn it by yourself in the future. As for fighting, it is also useful. In addition to guns and sharp swords, other conventional
It can resist any weapon. As long as you practice diligently and can freely regulate the breath of your whole body, and then concentrate your mind and use your breath to resist powerful attacks from the outside world, if you don't know Qigong and someone hits you with a stick, you will be able to withstand it.
If it hits your muscles and bones completely, you will definitely be seriously injured, and then you will lose your ability to fight."
Chen Zishen cheered loudly: "Oh! It seems really reasonable. Yes, yes, the martial arts is really awesome. How many people can you beat after learning it?"
"If you are an average learner, even if three or four people hit you, you will not be injured even if you cannot beat them; if you are a better learner, you can beat six or seven people. The power of breath is extremely huge. As long as you can concentrate your mind,
With one punch, your opponent will be stunned by you; if you reach the peak level, you can beat dozens of people. It is difficult to beat dozens or hundreds of people because there are too many punches and you can't devote so much energy to it.
Use your breath to resist every attack."
Chen Zishen clapped his hands and said happily: "Okay, it is indeed a good book. This winter vacation, I will concentrate on practicing this "Qigong and Martial Arts". Holy shit, it is a magical skill. Here, I will give you another ten yuan. Thank you very much, grandpa.
Yes, haha!..."
Chen Zishen grabbed the book in the old man's hand and kept turning the pages. The book was very thin, only about ten pages. Chen Zishen was thankful that it was not thick. If there were too many words, it would definitely be troublesome to master. Then
You must be exhausted. The book had clear handwriting, detailed pictures and text, and some practice moves were also drawn. Chen Zishen laughed a lot, and then suddenly he had some questions. He turned to the old man and asked
:
"Grandpa, how long does it take to master it? If it takes ten or eight years to do nothing, I might as well spend some time doing something serious and study how guns are made at home.
Many times stronger."
"Comprehension and concentration... With two things, you can reach the middle level in a month or two and defeat five or six strong men. It will definitely be no problem. If you want to practice at the peak level and defeat ten or twenty men, then
You can’t say for sure, it might be half a year, it might be a year, it might be ten years. The higher you get, the harder it will be to break through."
Chen Zishen was once again pleasantly surprised and said: "Holy shit, it's so powerful. The divine book is indeed a divine book. After practicing this book, and recruiting Zhang Shan and others as his accomplices, there will still be people who can beat me, Xiaowei."
Sister, Sister Tang... I can protect you well, haha, powerful, too powerful."
Chen Zishen once again thanked the old man respectfully, then walked with the book and read it. He was completely immersed in it. It seemed that he would soon become a martial arts master and a first-class thug.
If you want to know what happened next, please listen to the breakdown next time.