I cursed in my heart: “Fuck you!” I didn’t care about anything, with red eyes, I picked up the stick and threw it at his head!
The old man obviously lowered his head and dodged the blow without even looking.
I don't believe in evil, and I don't pay attention to any rules. I'm just like a gangster fighting, picking up a stick and waving it around!
A strange scene happened. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you would never believe it.
The old man put his hands behind his back, he had a smile on his face, and he didn't move his feet very much. He would dodge or step back, close his feet or bend down, so my stick could never touch his body!
I got mad, yelling and slapping with all my strength!
Soon I had a strange feeling. It seemed that the old man in front of me was no longer a person, but a dead leaf that had fallen from the tree. What made the leaves sway back and forth was not the power of the leaves themselves, but the wind.
Gradually, I stopped what I was doing, closed my eyes and tried to recall that feeling.
Then I only heard the old man's voice saying: "Oh, this is my realization! It seems that you still have a certain talent! Yes, remember this feeling, no matter how fast the opponent's attack is, don't have a trace of it in your heart.
If you are afraid, you must move with your heart and mind, like the wind swinging willows."
I opened my eyes and my vision was clear.
I said to the bearded man: "I understand that feeling, senior brother, come and hit me below and on my head."
"Haha! Okay! I'll try it!"
At that moment, watching the bearded man's punch as big as a sandbag coming at me, I imagined myself as a fallen leaf, so I kept my lower body still and my neck to the left.
Then, like a fallen leaf, I was punched on the left side of the face by the bearded man, and then I lost consciousness.
.....
When I woke up, it was completely dark. There was a fire in the warehouse, and only the bearded man was warming himself there.
My face was burning and hurting. I touched it lightly with my hand and felt that it was already swollen.
"you're awake."
"Brother, where is the master?"
He turned around and said: "Don't call me master, and don't call me senior brother. We are just entrusted by Wu Le to teach you some life-saving methods, and we have not agreed to accept you as a disciple."
"Oh, then shall I call you Brother Hu's head office?"
He thought for a while, nodded and said yes.
I curiously asked: "Brother Huzi, if you meet Xie Qirong one-on-one against Master Monkey Mount, can you beat him?"
The bearded man looked stunned and asked me with a serious face: "Have you seen that rattle?"
I said I had seen it before and had been in contact with it for a while.
He sounded incredulous and asked me again: "Then how did you survive?"
"Brother Beard, this is a long story. I can't explain it in one or two sentences. Now I just want to know what will happen if two of them fight."
After listening to my question, the bearded man fell into thinking.
After a long time, he spoke to me seriously: "There are only a handful of people in the club who can beat Rattle. Master and I together are probably no match for him. That lunatic cultivates internal strength. Rumor has it that he
He has practiced refining qigong to the point of reverse growth and returning to his original nature. In addition, he is not mentally healthy and is a lunatic."
"The angle of attack of a madman is often unpredictable. Even if my master uses his full strength to catch the cicada in eight steps, I'm afraid he will only be able to sustain it for half a quarter of an hour at most."
"Fuck..."
"Then it won't be useless for me to learn this thing?"
The bearded man seemed to have heard the big joke and laughed loudly: "No way! You said you learned this just to deal with the rattles in the meeting? Then you should go to bed as soon as possible. I tell you clearly! You are here
It’s impossible even after thirty years of training!”
