Xu Qing looked at Ren Bing walking towards him, and his heart palpitated. The man in front of him was burdened with too many things. The silver hair and haggard face were the best proof. An inexplicable burden suddenly surged in his heart.
Feeling guilty, maybe I really shouldn’t quit the Chinese Martial Spirit now. If I let the boss know that I have a mental power field that is not inferior to any ancient warrior, I wonder if it will make him feel a little more relaxed?
Ta! A big hand pressed lightly on Xu Qing's shoulder, and also slapped away all his chaotic thoughts. He turned his head and looked, the master with a serious face was nodding to him. Now is not the time to be soft-hearted. The only way to retreat is to choose to quit.
Only then will the Chinese martial arts have a chance to rise again after experiencing labor pains.
Ren Bing quickly walked to Xu Qing and stood in front of him. He swayed a little and showed a touch of uncontrollable joy on his face. He reached out and patted Xu Qing's shoulder twice and whispered: "Qingzi, good job, safe."
Just come back..." His voice seemed to be held back from his throat, low and hoarse, and it was extremely difficult to speak every word.
Xu Qing tried his best to show a relaxed smile, tilted his head and said: "Boss, have you forgotten that I am an invincible little strong? Since you are here today, don't leave. I will give you a chance to defeat the rich." After that,
He raised his arms to wrap his arms around Mr. Tang's neck and led him forward. It was obvious that the person holding his arms was a rich man.
Young Master Tang cooperated very well and shouted: "You brat, what do you mean? You have made me a rich man, right?"
Xu Qing smiled and said: "Brother, you should be more generous. I'll treat you and you will pay the bill. How about supporting the scene as a brother?"
Young Master Tang rolled his eyes and said: "You idiot, it's unlucky to have a brother like you with sesame seeds on his hands at the stall. Just treat me. Just ask for more, and I won't let him go to hell for three days and three nights."
vague."
Xu Qing smiled and blinked at Ren Bing: "Boss, you understand, our young master Tang in Jiangcheng has spoken. If you are lucky, don't be polite. Call all the brothers from the Chinese Martial Arts to come over for a feast.
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Ren Bing forced a smile and said in a low voice: "I don't have time for a big meal today. I wonder if I can cash it in?" After being teased by the two lively friends for a while, his original dull mood seemed to be much lighter.
Xu Qing chuckled and tilted his head towards Young Master Tang: "Discounting is a problem. I want to ask the rich man whether he agrees."
Young Master Tang slightly raised his eyebrows, squinting in the direction of the helicopter and asked: "Boss, what are those two short-faced things for?"
Xu Qing saw two men in military uniforms coming down from the helicopter door carrying metal boxes. One of them had a standard mule face, and the other had a round face. The two walked side by side, and they really complemented each other.
Ren Bing turned around and took a look and whispered: "They were specially sent by the War Department to assess the injuries. Yesterday I ran to the War Department and patted the table to get these two things. You try your best to cooperate. The assessment should be
quickly."
Xu Qing spread his hands indifferently and said: "It's okay, I'll just try my best to cooperate." While speaking, the two special correspondents had already come closer. The mule-faced military uniform put down the box in his hands, took out two photos from his pocket and looked at them for a few times.
, nodded to the round-faced military uniform beside him.
The round-faced military uniform put down the box, took out a certificate book from his jacket pocket, opened it and faced Xu Qing, and asked in a deep voice: "Xu Qing, are you sure you have finished your exercise and requested to withdraw from the Chinese martial arts?"
Xu Qing was a little confused by the question, and secretly wondered, what kind of problem is this? How can he get along with the priest who presided over a Western-style wedding in the cathedral? He was confused in his heart, but he still answered in a decent manner: "Yes, I'm sure!"
"San Gong!" Mr. Tang next to him suddenly screamed, his eyes widened. He reached out and grabbed Xu Qing's shoulders and asked loudly: "Qingzi, is this the injury you are talking about?"
The word "San Gong" is not unfamiliar to any ancient warrior. San Gong means losing the power, lifespan, privileges, and pride that the ancient warriors have... No one understands that feeling better than Tang Guobin, because
He once dreamed of becoming an ancient warrior. If this happened to him, it would be absolutely unbearable. He recalled the scene when he hugged Xu Qing, and he already had the answer to everything.
Xu Qing smiled faintly, reached out and patted Mr. Tang on the shoulder and said: "It's okay to spread your martial arts. In the past, even if you weren't an ancient warrior, you could still eat and sleep. You can make full use of your brain to think without using your fists to solve problems."
Young Master Tang stared at Xu Qing with widened eyes. After about half a minute, he extended his thumb and said, "Boy, you have such a good ideological level! I'm convinced."
Ahem! The round-faced military uniform coughed twice, put away his ID, and said in a deep voice: "Your situation is a bit special. We still need to do a few appraisals to determine the extent of the injury, because some appraisals may involve some ** things.
, it’s not suitable to be seen by too many people, it’s best to find a separate place.”
Xu Qing glanced around and saw that there was no separate place except the small building where he and the doctor were. He raised his finger and pointed at the helicopter opposite and said: "How about we go behind the helicopter, that's a good place."
The two military uniforms looked at each other, nodded at the same time, picked up the metal box, turned around and walked towards the helicopter.
Young Master Tang winked at Xu Qing and said, "Don't worry, if anything happens, just scream loudly and I will rush over to save you as soon as possible."
Xu Qing rolled his eyes and followed the two military uniforms towards the direction of the helicopter. Ren Bing looked at his retreating back and sighed: "Oh! I was the one who brought Qingzi into the Chinese martial arts.
I think of having to watch him withdraw today, no matter what, it’s good to be safe."
The smile on Tang Guobin's face suddenly faded, and was replaced by a solemn look, and he whispered: "Qingzi is open-minded by nature, but not everyone can tolerate things like San Gong."
Ren Bing said in a hoarse voice: "San Gong is a big obstacle for ancient warriors. You have to spend more time with him and try to divert his attention. I will try my best to fight for him for what he needs to fight for. What's the matter?
Contact me as soon as possible."
Tang Guobin gritted his teeth and nodded heavily: "Don't worry, he is my brother, I know what to do, and those bastards from Longmen, one day I will make them pay the price."
Ren Bing frowned slightly and said: "Longmen will be destroyed, but not now. Give me some time and give the Chinese martial arts some time to heal. What you have to do now is to take good care of Qingzi and let him return to an ordinary life.
Try not to use force in front of him, do you understand?"
Tang Guobin stared at Ren Bing's eyes for a few seconds, nodded and said: "Understood!"
At this moment, Xu Qing, who was behind the helicopter, had his mouth and nose covered by the mule-faced military uniform. Almost at the same time, the round-faced military uniform quickly pointed at the Tanzhong point on his chest. It all happened too fast. He