290. Chapter 287 New 0261 Li Mengnan's concept of gang fights
"It has nothing to do with appearance. Is there such a contradictory logic to the truth?"
Le Youyou rolled his eyes at Li Mengnan, this guy is good at everything, but he never talks in tune.
Li Mengnan broke off an unused clean bamboo stick, held it in the shape of a pen, and drew random irregular lines on the table, saying: "Bi Xian is essentially just a divination game. Its principle
It is the use of self-hypnosis to enter the Alaya Consciousness, which the scientific community calls the human collective unconscious network, where all human knowledge and memories can be found, even the ancient memories left in the genes by ancestors.
However, for people who have not specially practiced, the individual brain wave intensity is not enough to connect to the Alaya consciousness. Therefore, this divination game can only be played by multiple people. The more people, the more unified the consciousness, the better the divination results obtained.
accurate."
This is actually the core of the fortune-teller lineage. Looking at birth dates, horoscopes, and almanacs is all a trick to fool laymen.
But this is also his true ability. The eighth sense of alaya is not a food market at the door. Not everyone can go in and take a look. In addition to spiritual cultivation, it also requires extremely high mental cultivation to reach the highest level.
High-level fortune tellers are almost as good as eminent monks, and they are very rare.
Li Mengnan also thought about it, but unfortunately he couldn't even touch the door of Alaya consciousness.
Well, he has to admit that he is a big vulgar person.
Le Youyou was dumbfounded and was stunned for a long time before saying: "This is the first time I heard someone explain Bixian like this. It seems to really make sense and gain knowledge... However, since it is just a divination game, why does it make people nagging?
Scary?"
"It should be said that it is a kind of human nature. When encountering a real phenomenon that cannot be explained, they will blame it on ghosts and gods."
Thunder God and Lightning Mother, Wind Master Yu Bo, Mountain God Dragon King... Human beings' awe for the power of nature and their rich imagination have created countless mythical images since ancient times, and even given them their own personalities and appearances. Unfortunately, with the development of human beings,
With the deepening of the natural exploration of heaven and earth, these "gods" created by humans and that existed to some extent can no longer be seen.
"Don't believe it, I heard from my friends that when they were playing supernatural games in dormitory 610, they all saw with their own eyes the senior sister in red who died two years ago..."
Chen Lingling seemed to have only heard the last words Li Mengnan said about "gods and ghosts", and quickly interjected to retort.
This is important information. If multiple people see it at the same time, it means that it is not a self-suggestion hallucination formed by the brain being affected by the phantom force field. There is a "ghost" in this phantom force field.
Even if the strength of the phantom force field is the same as that between the ghost force field and the ghost force field without ghost, the degree of danger is very different.
Just like a team and a group of people, they are two different concepts.
"What does the senior in red look like?"
"It is said that it looks no different from the photo taken during his lifetime." Chen Lingling thought for a while and said.
"Those friends of yours are so courageous that they dare to play games with ghosts." Seeing Chen Lingling's determination, Yu Meixin's position also wavered a little. Girls seem to be naturally willing to believe in the supernatural powers of those gods and ghosts.
"But, didn't you say that the senior sister committed suicide? She died with resentment, she should have turned into a evil ghost. How could she still be so peaceful?"
Chen Lingling couldn't explain it either. She hesitated for a long time and said uncertainly: "Maybe... it's because the senior sister in red had a better temper during her lifetime?"
Li Mengnan narrowed his eyes and pinched his chin in deep thought.
"Damn it! My brothers are sitting here today. What's going on? Do you want me to let you go?"
The sudden noise was like a discordant note, disrupting the proper rhythm of this urban symphony.
Not far away, in front of the table where Zhuang Jia and the young man in white were sitting, a dozen men with fierce faces surrounded them. There was a tense atmosphere. The diners at the adjacent table quietly moved their seats farther away, for fear of being in trouble.
"Hey? We were just eating skewers, and why did we start a fight? Are all pretty boys born with the hidden attribute of ridicule?"
Although Li Mengnan was busy setting up a barbecue just now and didn't pay attention to the situation on Zhuang Jia's side, from the confrontation at the scene and the positions of both parties, anyone with an IQ over 80 can basically guess what happened just now.
That group of young people who looked like gangsters came to have barbecue and bond with each other. During the peak business period, there were no empty seats. Zhuang Jia and Wu Mingyuan happened to occupy a large round table. The young people wanted to change seats with them. Maybe it was these
The tone of the young man's voice was not good, or maybe Wu Mingyuan's character was too arrogant, and he would put such a big deal on ordinary people, and was forced to start the film.
Li Mengnan shook his head. He was not surprised at all that the situation would turn out like this. Almost all the people from the Warrior family were troublemakers. They never seemed to understand what it meant to "endure calmness for a while and take a step back to open up the world."
A stubborn character who will go to the end.
They call this honing the heart of a strong person, making themselves look like the protagonists in online novels.
"Sister Youyou, do you think they will fight?" Chen Lingling seemed to be particularly excited because she was about to see a real PK, her petite body twisted around in her seat.
"I guess not? This is not a ring competition. The nature of the fight is very serious. They should consider the police, right?"
"Believe me, they will definitely fight... I guess it was too fast!"
Li Mengnan had just made a prediction here, but the film had already started over there. The young man in white was fighting a dozen tattooed gangsters with his bare hands, punches and kicks, tables, chairs and benches flying, and the fight was very lively.
, it was just like the latest action blockbuster film, with many unsuspecting onlookers looking around for the camera with inexplicable expressions on their faces.
I have to say that this Wu Mingyuan is really not a good guy. He still has quite real skills in his hands. He can lead Qi with his mind and destroy force with Qi. The three sets of six points inside and outside are integrated into one. He is majestic and can exert force from all directions.
It is the eyes, and the whole body is the hands. When it moves, it changes, when it changes, it changes, and when it changes, it becomes spiritual. It can be taken every inch, and it can be opened and hit hard. It embodies the characteristics of Bajiquan of "hit, help, squeeze, rely on, collapse, and shake".
It's so vivid and vivid that it's like a vivid boxing book.
"Oh, what a pity. I thought this pretty boy could last a little longer, but I didn't expect to lose so soon." After watching for less than half a minute, Li Mengnan shook his head with regret.
Chen Lingling is a fan of Wu Mingyuan. How could she sit back and watch her idol being insulted? She immediately retorted unceremoniously: "Losing? How is it possible? Wu Mingyuan clearly has the upper hand! Li Mengnan, could it be that you are jealous of someone who is handsomer than you?
Are you deliberately cursing people?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Mingyuan was hit on the back of the head by a beer bottle that was flying like a fairy. The emerald green glass shards and bright red blood flowers flew together, with a strange beauty that is said to be called violent aesthetics.
He staggered, his head was opened on the spot, and his flamboyant white clothes were splattered with large and small blood spots.
Chen Lingling couldn't help but let out a scream of terror that was comparable to the sound of a dolphin. It was obvious that this girl was just a fake martial arts fan, with only muscles and no blood.
Although Bajiquan emphasizes hard hitting, it cannot compare with the resistance of Thirteen Taibao Henglian. When the wine bottle was smashed, Wu Mingyuan was knocked unconscious, and the fist path in his hand was immediately deformed.
Those who know it is Bajiquan, but those who don’t know think it is Tai Chi.
Seeing the opportunity, those young gangsters did not hesitate to pick up empty beer bottles that were available everywhere and throw them at Wu Mingyuan's head and body. They did not get close, but only threw them from a distance. The green lights flying across the sky were like being launched at full speed.
Katyusha rocket launcher.
For those who practice martial arts, the empty wine bottle thrown is actually not very lethal, and it is not even comparable to an ordinary person's punch, but the splash damage after the thing is broken is too disgusting, even if most martial artists are rough-skinned
I may look down upon this little skin injury, but no matter how good a warrior is, it is impossible for him to practice his kung fu on his eyes. If he is not careful, he is in danger of going blind.
At this moment, Wu Mingyuan no longer cared about the dignity of a warrior. He tightly protected his head and face with both hands and ducked under the plastic dining table. The white clothes on his body were covered with blood spots and yellow wine stains. He no longer looked like the jade tree he just had.
Lin Feng's image of the young knight in white is as miserable as a bereaved dog.
"Anyone who comes out to hang out in the world has to pretend to be a grandson for three years... This pretty boy must have not listened to the elders at home." Li Mengnan picked his teeth with a bamboo skewer while making sarcastic remarks. He was just watching the excitement and was not afraid of trouble.
, I wish those gangsters could be more sinister.
Who makes that boy look more handsome than him?
"Isn't it, Lingling, this is your idol? Isn't it said that he is the successor of boxing skills, but five or six strong men are not allowed to get close to each other? Why are you being beaten like a dog..."
Yu Meixin's words are quite harsh. She cares more about a man's career and financial resources. Wu Mingyuan's outstanding appearance like an idol star can only deceive an immature girl like Chen Lingling. There will be no extra points for her.
"I...I don't know, it shouldn't be like this..."
Chen Lingling almost burst into tears. The development of events in her imagination was supposed to be that Wu Mingyuan was like a decent young man in a martial arts movie, sweeping away a dozen gangsters, and then he was done with it and went to hide his fame and fortune, but nothing happened.
I didn't expect such a dramatic reversal.
She wanted to explain to her idol, but the hard facts before her made it impossible for her to argue.
"Reality is not an act, and justice will inevitably defeat evil... What's more, that pretty boy may not necessarily represent justice."
Li Mengnan had some sympathy for this girl named Chen Lingling. What girl is not pregnant and has watched the person she admired turn from a wolf into a dog. The psychological trauma caused by the collapse of faith is difficult to heal.
Le Youyou secretly poked Li Mengnan in the waist and complained: "Lingling is already very sad, just say less... But then again, how do you know that Wu Mingyuan will lose?"
Half a minute before the battle started, Wu Mingyuan had the advantage, beating more than a dozen gangsters to the point where they were unable to fight back. No one could have imagined that he would be defeated so completely.
"Most newcomers from warrior families are like this. You will know this is the result from the first move he makes."
The strength of warriors not only comes from their unique way of beating their muscles, but also depends on their actual combat experience. In this country where harmony and stability are paramount, it is simply impossible to provide warriors with the kind of frequent and high-intensity training in ancient times.
A life and death fight against chance.
Most of the new warriors who come from modern warrior families have actual combat experience in the arena. They are used to the point-to-point, non-injurious style of fighting. Once they encounter real actual combat, they will reflexively show mercy, making it difficult for the enemy to let them down.
Fang immediately lost his combat effectiveness and instead fell into an endless siege.
Moreover, one of the common mistakes among newcomers to martial arts is rigidity. Without standard weapons, they only know how to use fists and feet, and do not know how to use the objects readily available to increase their own advantages. If it were Li Mengnan, he would be the first to practice drinking.
The one with the bottle will definitely not be the other person.
"ah--!"
When gangsters fight, they don't consider whether innocent people will be hurt. What's more, they are still using "civilian weapons of mass destruction". The explosion range is completely uncontrollable. A loud scream suddenly breaks out among the successive shattering sounds. After all, someone is still being killed.
Injured by accident.
It turns out that this unlucky guy is an acquaintance, she is Zhuang Jia, the girl who showed off her wealth.
For Zhuang Jia, this was definitely an unforeseen disaster. When the conflict occurred, she thought that Wu Mingyuan's strength could easily deal with these scum with a fighting power of only 5, so she concentrated on sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai. A gentleman would not stand behind a dangerous wall or anything like that.
Didn't even think about it.
No matter how full the ideal is, it can't match the skinny reality, so Zhuang Jia suffered a tragedy. After Zhan Wuzha's counterattack began, she was completely trapped in it and couldn't escape. Although the opponent's target was not her, she was still surrounded by chaos.
He was injured by a flying "stray bullet" and a wine bottle was hit firmly on his forehead. He was bleeding profusely and it was unclear how serious the injury was.
Seeing as she can still scream so energetically at this moment, it's probably nothing serious.
Li Mengnan didn't know if his mentality was too dark, but he actually thought that the scream of the woman showing off her wealth was quite pleasant. It was high-pitched and tactful, and it was a bit like the heroine of an island nation's action movie shouting "Yikku".
This is also a talent. I never thought that such a petite body could contain such powerful explosive power...
"No, someone is injured... Damn it, why haven't the police come yet?" Le Youyou kept dialing the police number, anxious.
"The police don't know how to escape from the ground. It takes ten minutes at the fastest to dispatch the police. These gangsters are all veterans of fighting. They can resolve the fight in three minutes. They will definitely disperse and disappear before the police arrive... Speaking of that Zhuang Jia
Isn’t he your old enemy? Why do you still care about her so much? "
Li Mengnan couldn't understand Le Youyou's attitude, but that kind of heartfelt worry couldn't be faked. Could it be that there was actually another story between the two?
"Li Mengnan, I want to ask you something. Can you rescue Zhuang Jia?"
Le Youyou grabbed Li Mengnan's arm, looking anxious.
As expected, Le Youyou still set her sights on him, and Li Mengnan could only think that this girl had a mother's heart overflowing with love.
"You are worried about her being injured, but you are not worried about my disfigurement? The broken glass flew like stray bullets on the Normandy landing battlefield. What if I am disfigured?"
Forget it if it's Le Youyou, Li Mengnan has to save her even if he risks his life, but Zhuang Jia and he are not related to each other. Even if he accidentally saw the naked body of this woman showing off her wealth, it's still considered superior.
The reward for rescuing her from a tiger's mouth for the first time has already been paid off.
Besides, he has long passed the age when the sperm comes into his head. He will not see other girls being pretty and rush to play hero-save-the-beautiful games. There are not so many people who would like to commit themselves to each other. This kind of plot is originally a group of ancient people.
The hanging silk is written by me, YY, whoever takes it seriously will lose.
Li Mengnan's attitude was resolute, but in the end he couldn't stand it anymore and Le Youyou squeezed his veins to death. He didn't continue to beg hard. He just stared at him with his beautiful peach blossom eyes and long eyelashes like small brushes.
Blinking in and out, with a posture of "I've put the words here, it's up to you to do it today."
"Okay, I'll go."
Finally, Li Mengnan was defeated in despair, just like a young boy who was forced to take responsibility for making a certain village woman's belly bigger... Okay, this description may be a bit vulgar, but it completely appropriately demonstrated his reluctance at the moment.
Mood.
Brother is here to go to school, not to be a part-time savior. What the world needs is laws, not heroes.
What's more, since ancient times, the word "hero" has almost always been equated with "tragic character", which is definitely not as beautiful as the literal meaning.
Li Mengnan lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth. He picked up two empty beer bottles sitting next to him and pretended to be fleeing from the group fight, sneaking around and outflanking them.
This is the advantage of not having the constraints of the concept of "hero", the available combat plans will suddenly become clear, and no one will jump out to accuse you of not being aboveboard.
Unfortunately, the conditions were limited and he could not find suitable weapons for asymmetric warfare. This made Li Mengnan feel a lot of pressure and a heavy burden on his shoulders.
If possible, he would prefer to have two bottles of Molotov cocktails (another name for homemade incendiary bombs) instead of civilian beer bottles that lack destructive power.
A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength, let alone a group fight?
The scene was quite chaotic, with shiny beer bottle dregs scattered all over the floor, plastic tables and chairs swaying here and there, an overturned stainless steel dinner plate lying upside down on the ground, and the fragrant and browned meat skewers had long been trampled into a pile of black matter by the diners who had scattered.
Paint it black and look like shit.
Human beings' sense of presence basically depends on appearance. From this point of view, Li Mengnan was born with little sense of presence. Although a few gangsters noticed that there seemed to be such a sneaky guy in the periphery, they just glanced at him and dismissed him.
The passerby turned into a passerby and didn't even realize that this guy was actually here to fish in troubled waters.