"Is this the Musashi Pavilion?" Kong Mufeng saw that the attic had five floors and looked tall and glorious.
"Let's go, I'll take you in to challenge martial arts." After saying that, Kong Mufeng led a group of people towards the attic.
"Old Master Kong, the door is over here." Yuan Haoke said speechlessly.
"Ahem...can I not know? I am testing you."
With that said, the group of people came to the door of the attic.
I saw a person standing at the door and said angrily: "Hey, isn't this the arrogant and gambling-loving janitor?"
"You're so cute..." Yuan Haoke suddenly became angry and angry.
It turned out that this person was none other than Da Wanzi, a bronze medal teacher. He had seen Kong Mufeng being unhappy before, but he didn't expect this kid to be so tough.
"Xiaohong, don't worry about him...he's just a janitor." Kong Mufeng said casually, and the big ball stomped his feet in anger.
His task was to be the guard of Musashi Pavilion, that is, the elder guarding the Musashi Pavilion, but according to Kong Mufeng, why did he become the gatekeeper?
"You... can I see the same door as you?" Dawanzi was so angry that the tumor on his head was trembling.
"Tch, this is not an admission. Besides, the place you are looking at is not as big as mine. At most, you are looking at the small door. What's so arrogant?" Kong Mufeng said and walked away, leaving behind the person looking at the small door.
Big meatballs.
"Let me go, Master Kong's skills in attacking people have improved a lot. Who did you learn it from?" Yuan Haoke came over and asked with a smile.
Kong Mufeng chuckled and said casually: "You have to know that there is something called a stick spirit, hahaha."
Here it comes again, Kong Mufeng’s “dialect” that no one understands.
When the four of them arrived on the first floor, Kong Mufeng felt like he was in a vegetable market. There were so many people and martial arts skills were randomly displayed on the shelves or on the floor. Many people went up to pick and choose?
"This thing? Why does it look like a pig-raising secret book for ninety-nine pounds a pound?" Kong Mufeng couldn't complain anymore. Isn't this a fantasy world? Why is it mixed with urban elements?
"Hey, the gatekeeper is also here to challenge martial arts?"
"Tch, I think he's just here to collect waste paper."
It can be seen that Kong Mufeng's reputation in the orientation meeting is so bad that even his disciples don't want to see him.
But Kong Mufeng didn't change his expression, walked directly to a martial arts book lying on the ground and squatted down.
Just as Kong Mufeng was about to pick it up, he was stepped on by a young man, "Bah, is a gatekeeper worthy of practicing martial arts?"
The disciples next to him also laughed loudly, humiliating the teacher as if to show how capable they were.
Kong Mufeng remained calm,
"Pa"
With a sudden grab, the young man was knocked to the ground and his head was smashed to the ground.
"How dare the teacher beat the students... Ouch, it's unreasonable and inhumane." The young man directly hugged Kong Mufeng's thigh and screamed on the ground.
"The teachers are so unqualified, why are they so disgusting?"
"Is this worthy of being a teacher? It's misleading the students and is extremely disgusting."
A group of people yelled and cursed, and instantly turned into keyboard warriors, as if their mouths were filled with cannonballs.
This also attracted Dawanzi to run in. "What's going on, what's going on? What's the fuss about?"
"Who, who did this?" Dawanzi saw the young man lying on the ground at a glance.
Dawanzi had long noticed that something was wrong with Kong Mufeng, and thought to himself: This time he must be taught a lesson.
"Elder, he who is guarding the gate..." The young man was about to speak when he felt a cold feeling from his junior, a hard object was stuck in his butt, ready to be pushed in at any time.
Ahem, don't think too much, this is Kong Mufeng's ruler...
Kong Mufeng's cold voice threatened in the young man's ear: "Since I have already beaten the students, of course I don't mind being charged with murdering the college again."
Now that Kong Mufeng has taken the medicine, he is no longer afraid of hanging himself. No matter what happens, there will be no good results, so he might as well be more bold.
"I...I, I, I..." The young man was so frightened that he could not speak.
"I...I fell by myself, I'm sorry, elder." The young man said and walked towards the outside of the attic.
"Okay, I don't have anything to do with you anymore, go back and look at your little door." Kong Bufu laughed and said, his big ball turned red and purple in anger.
After the big ball was gone, Kong Mufeng picked up the martial arts book that was on the ground, wiped it gently with his sleeve, and happily held it in his hand.
"Master, what kind of martial arts is this? It looks so tattered, what good can it be?" Sun Zhilan said softly.
Kong Mufeng looked at a country bumpkin and said, "What do you know? The tatters indicate that it has been around for a long time, which means it has been passed down for a longer time. Only such martial arts are worth practicing."
"Here, this is yours. Remember to come back after learning it." Kong Mufeng casually threw the martial arts skills to Sun Zhilan.
Sun Zhilan took a look and saw four big characters in martial arts: All things return to spring.
All things return to spring, which can quickly restore the losses left during the battle, restore the true essence, and can assist in restoring other people's true essence. It can be said to be a must-have for life.
"Recovering the skills, but I think I'm more suitable for long-lasting attack martial arts." Sun Zhilan said weakly, her worry about Kong Mufeng's unreliability written all over her face.
Students can only learn one martial arts skill when they first enter the school, and can only exchange it through tasks later, so the first martial arts skill or skill is very crucial.
Kong Mufeng tugged on his collar and said: "I don't want you to think, I want me to feel. What do you want for a girl to last?"
"But... girls will be bullied if they don't know how to attack in martial arts." Sun Zhilan retorted aggrievedly.
"Idiot, who dares to bully you when we are here? Whoever dares to bully you, Xiao Hong, will tear off his head and use it as a chamber pot." Kong Mufeng said boldly.
"Really..." Sun Zhilan's eyes were wet, as if she was about to cry.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't cry, OK, OK, OK, let's learn this one, okay, and learn the other ones..." Kong Mufeng looked at a loss, and now he started crying?
"No... I'm learning, I just think..." Sun Zhilan said intermittently while wiping away tears.
"I just feel... this is the first time someone told me to protect me, I..."
"I'm going, are you touched? Okay, okay, save some tears and cry later." Kong Mufeng said that his heart was touched to be honest. No one is an island, but there are always people who are isolated in the no-man's land of the world.
It is unimaginable what this child has experienced since he was a child.
"Give me one month to perfect this skill, otherwise I will do it to you, believe it or not." Kong Mufeng pretended to be irritable.
"Damn it, Old Master Kong, you are such a beast, you won't even let Sister Lan go." Yuan Haoke said in surprise.
"Xiaohong, who did you learn to drive from? This is not the other thing, do you understand?" Kong Mufeng was confused. Who handed over this thing?
"Hey...Brother Hong, Teacher Kong, what are you talking about? Why are you doing this and that?" Sun Zhilan looked confused as she couldn't keep up with the speed of the car.