Chapter 392: People are imprisoned in Stanley Prison!
"You, talent?" The old man turned his head and looked Wang Yaozu up and down, curled his lips and said, "Talent is not something we talk about casually. Although you can climb up to the 55th floor with bare hands, it just proves that you have good endurance and good strength. No.
When it comes to other things like your ability to withstand a blow, you, with your delicate skin and tender flesh, may not be able to do that."
Wang Yaozu raised his eyebrows, I'm cheating!
He slowly raised his fist in front of the old man, then accelerated and punched the wall hard with a 'boom' sound. You could clearly feel the wall shaking a few times.
Raising his fist and shaking it in front of the old man, Wang Yaozu said somewhat complacently: "How's it going?"
"You are sick. This is a hospital and an emergency department. Why are you so crazy? What should you do if you scare the patients and doctors? If your hands shake, something will happen!" A female doctor suddenly stuck her head out and shouted loudly, which made Wang Yaozu angry.
How embarrassing.
"Sorry, I can't." Wang Yaozu apologized quickly.
"How, how is it possible!"
When he turned around, Wang Yaozu found that the old man was holding his fist up and down looking endlessly, and murmured: "This is impossible, it doesn't look like he has practiced iron sand palm or something like that!"
"Brother Yao, what are you doing!" Yazi came over and took Wang Yaozu's hand to look at it. He was relieved when he saw that the skin was not broken.
If a normal person hits the wall with such force, the skin on his finger joints will definitely be broken and bleed, but Wang Yaozu is only a little red now, and there is still a long way to go before the skin is broken. This has to make the old man feel strange.
"I can't explain some things clearly. You have to practice to know. Maybe you are really talented." The old man shook his head and looked at Wang Yaozu again, feeling a little undecided.
Wang Yaozu nodded and did not say anything more about it, but suddenly asked: "Who is the Xia Houwu you just talked about?"
"Xia Houwu, you are the best in the world." Old Man Long looked up at the roof of the shed and murmured as if he was lost in memories.
"Is there still a saying that you are number one in the world?" Wang Yaozu said in disbelief.
"Yes, why not? The one who defeats the most invincible martial arts player is the best in the world." Old Man Long turned to look at Wang Yaozu, "As the old saying goes, if there is no one who is first in literature, there is no second in martial arts. How can a martial artist have no spirit at all?
, I definitely always want to be the first.”
"Although the martial arts world has declined now, and there are not so many sects, there are also those who practice boxing, leg training, and grappling. Although they are not well-known outside, there must be competition among the circles to see who is the most powerful, and to compete with each other.
You’ll know once you fight.”
"Tell me about this Xiahou Wu, I'm quite interested." Just ask the best person in the world, Wang Yaozu is most interested in this Xiahou Wu.
"He is a native of Foshan, the contemporary leader of the Heyi School. He came to Hong Kong a few years ago to challenge the major martial arts masters. From beginning to end, he fought with the boxing practitioners, competed with the leg practitioners, and fought with the military practitioners.
Weapons compete with each other, and we finally win the title of No. 1 in the world."
"So powerful, where is he now? What is he doing?" Yazi also became interested. She practiced Taekwondo. Although Wang Yaozu said it was just a trick, it also showed how curious she was about these things.
"Now, I am in Stanley Prison, sitting in jail!"
Wang Yaozu:???
Are you kidding me?
"Don't look at me like that, I'm not kidding you. Xia Houwu is in jail, what happened last year." Old Man Long glanced at Wang Yaozu, shook his head and continued: "Those who practice martial arts never end well."
"No matter how good Xia Houwu's martial arts is, he still has to eat. There is no money to compete with him. And because of his good martial arts, he was targeted by the police. After all, he is a dangerous person. He can't do many jobs. Later, he was arrested by the Hong Kong Island
The police force invited me to be an instructor, responsible for teaching some arresting techniques. After all, when the police arrest bad guys, the bad guys don’t resist, and they can’t all be beaten to death.”
"No, here, the bad guys are basically beaten to death, giving them a chance to resist, and then, 'bang', the world will be clean!" Wang Yaozu suddenly interrupted.
Old Man Long glanced at Wang Yaozu in shock, shook his head and said nothing. He said that his hometown is also full of people. Hong Kong Island is different from the real "Western World". Compared with Mi Li's police who can shoot at black people at will, Chinese police are allowed to shoot.
There are strict regulations and every bullet is traced.
It is unknown whether the original purpose was for this. Anyway, it is true that the management is strict, and Sir Wang next to me dares to say this. I can only say that the backstage is strong enough, and as long as there are no major faults, it will be fine.
"Then let's talk about Xia Houwu?" Old Man Long glanced at Wang Yaozu.
"You say it, you say it." Wang Yaozu laughed.
"Xia Houwu ate in the police force, but he only ate and did not join the job. He could only be regarded as a non-staff member. Later, because of a martial arts competition, Xia Houwu did not stop and beat the person to death on the spot. The guy went back to surrender and was sentenced
for five years.”
"Surrender yourself?" Wang Yaozu rolled his eyes, something was wrong.
"Surrendering yourself can reduce your sentence. It's better than being caught and sentenced to decades." Old Man Long said.
"That's true." Wang Yaozu nodded. After all, it was murder. In the north, he would be shot directly. On Hong Kong Island, if you don't have money to hire a lawyer, it is normal to get a sentence of twenty years.
Of course, it would have been absolutely impossible for him to surrender, and his corpse would have been destroyed...
"So who is still active outside, who is the number one in each sect?" Wang Yaozu was very interested and wanted to get in touch.
"The one who practices boxing is Hong Quan Mai Rongen, also known as Shark En, and the one who practices leg training is Tan Jingyao."
"Tan Jingyao, I know, isn't he an artist?" Yazi said suddenly.
"It's him. He quit the world of martial arts many years ago. He practiced martial arts and was so poor that he almost had nothing to eat. It would be great to be an artist. You can make money and have social status." There was an inexplicable smell in Old Man Long's tone.
in.
"And that?" Wang Yaozu patted Meazi's thigh to tell her not to interrupt.
"Wang Zhe, who practices grappling, has now opened a tattoo parlor and is tattooing people."
"Chen Boguang, a weapons practitioner, is now running a food stall selling roast goose."
"What the hell? Selling roast goose? No matter what, it can't be so bad, right?" Wang Yaozu looked incredulous.
"Is there anything impossible? Chen Boguang opened a martial arts gym like me back then. Later, when the martial arts gym couldn't continue to operate, it was left to his disciple Hong Ye. Later, Hong Ye couldn't continue to operate it either, so he turned to martial arts.
, Lao Chen also wants to support his family, wouldn’t it be good to just sell roast goose?”
"Hong Ye, the martial arts star you mentioned is the same as Long Wei? I didn't expect it to be true." Wang Yaozu shook his head, and then asked curiously: "Then Hong Ye's income is not low as a star, how can he still pay for it?
Let the master sell roast geese, don't you martial arts people support the master in his old age?"
"Old Chen won't let him support him. It's not like he can't make money to support the family, so why should he let others support him?" Old Man Long said angrily for some reason, and then sighed heavily, "Kung fu, I have practiced it all my life.
Kung Fu, it's embarrassing to be an actor and entertain people with some fancy tricks."
"Old concept, what's so shameful about it? Long Wei is doing very well now, isn't he?"
"If there was another way out, I wouldn't be able to let him enter this industry. He would be useless." Old Man Long shook his head and sighed.
"The most important thing is to live a good life. You think too much about entertaining people. Boxing is for people to watch. Isn't it popular all over the world? The more popular it is, the more it can be carried forward. Traditional martial arts is to let you
The broom itself will gradually decline. If you let it go, more people will learn it, and the effect will be better, it will naturally have dissemination value. Otherwise, it can only be buried with you." Wang Yaozu criticized it unceremoniously.
Seeing that Old Man Long was a little less interested, Wang Yaozu suddenly said, "Then tell me, what are the benefits of practicing martial arts for us people?"
"The benefits include strengthening the body and extending life. Anyway, it's better than boxing or Sanda, which hurts the body!" Old Man Long said angrily.
"Oh, okay, then I'll go to your place and try it later. You can't hide anything from me."
Old Man Long looked Wang Yaozu up and down, "Why should I teach you everything?"