1986: Old Stories in Northeast China

"Little brother, can't we negotiate?" the one holding the axe spoke up.

"This matter really cannot be negotiated." Chen Tiezhu said with a smile.

"I picked up the other half of this tree, which is why I provoked you. In other words, it has done me a favor, and I have to repay it. If you guys are kind enough, how about we find another profitable business?"

"Hey, young man, who would believe you if you said this? We are leaving, so you can cut down the tree?" An old man in his fifties wearing a dog-skin hat walked out from behind another tree.

He is a martial artist.

This was Chen Tiezhu's first impression after seeing him.

His eyes were sharp, and he was in his fifties and had a very strong physique.

"I said, I am the young leader of Erdaoling. Protect this jujube tree, and I will not hurt it again." Chen Tiezhu said with a smile.

"It seems that you are also an old hunter, and you should know the weight of the word 'boss'. I dare to use this title to talk nonsense, and the second master will not agree."

"And if I want to intercept, I will not go up in a big way. Brother, can we discuss it? You are hired by someone, let me go and talk to the master."

"Little brother, if we leave after a few words from you, it's not right to see that we don't make 800 yuan, right?" The old man said with a smile.

"So I said we should go directly to the master. Not many people know that this tree is in Erdaoling. Except for the Zhou family in the city, the rest are from the provincial capital." Chen Tiezhu said.

"The Zhou family shouldn't do such a thing. After all, the provincial capital has only had contact with them once, so they can't figure out their background. Hmm... I know, this is the work of the yellow fly."

"Brother, I don't know who the yellow fly you are talking about is, and I don't want to know. I just took someone else's job and tried my luck on Erdaoling." The old man continued.

"Except for him, I can't think of anyone else. Grandpa, you draw the next line, and I'll take it." Chen Tiezhu nodded.

"Dad, why are you arguing with him? He's just jealous." The young man in front spoke.

"Grandpa, there are four of you in total. There is also a hidden one, so you'd better not have any bad thoughts." Chen Tiezhu glanced at the woods on the right.

"Besides, my daughter is just here to watch the fun. If you want to fight, you must be careful not to hurt my daughter. Otherwise, it will be a fight to the death. Is that right?"

"Little brother, let's have a fight?" the old man asked.

"Okay, you make a move, and I'll go." Chen Tiezhu nodded gently and took three steps forward.

"Okay."

The old man responded, tightened the belt around his waist, and ran towards Chen Tiezhu.

When there was still more than one meter away, the old man took a step forward and stretched out his right hand to grab Chen Tiezhu's face diagonally.

Chen Tiezhu originally planned to turn his head to avoid it, but he noticed that the old man's left hand was the same shape as his right hand. When grabbing, his fingers were close together and poked diagonally.

He found it very interesting. Could this be some kind of extraordinary boxing?

With this thought, he did not duck his head, but took a big step back with force under his feet. In an instant, the distance between the two was widened.

The old man's right hand missed, and his left hand had not caught up yet, and now he was also dodged.

Normally, after the right hand missed, the left hand continued to attack. This is the starting three-hand combo of Mantis Fist, which requires one swift and one fierce.

But what is the situation now?

You jumped so far in an instant, how can the back continue to hit.

"It should be a very powerful boxing method, right? It takes a fierce path. However, although these boxing paths are powerful, they have traces." Chen Tiezhu said with a smile.

"As the old saying goes, boxing is afraid of young people, and I win because of my youth. Let's just leave it like this, okay? I'll find someone to tell Huang Cangying later that this matter must be related to him."

"Young man, don't be so sure."

The old man said, and stepped forward again, still with the same hand shape as before.

Chen Tiezhu had no other ideas this time. He used all his strength in his left arm to block and push, and the old man staggered.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing that his father almost fell, the young man was anxious.

"Old man, what do you think?" Chen Tiezhu asked with a smile.

"Stay aside. Little brother, are you also a martial artist? Your strength is really not small." The old man asked seriously.

Chen Tiezhu shook his head, "You just have a handful of strength. Brother behind the tree, if you don't come out, I will also count you in."

After he finished speaking, a middle-aged man in his thirties walked out from behind the tree on the right, also holding a bow in his hand, holding the arrow.

"Dad, let me do it."

The young man spoke.

"Hey..., I'm old. Dahai, you can talk to this little brother." The old man said and stood aside.

Chen Tiezhu's mouth twitched, not caring what the old man was thinking.

Anyway, as long as they were stopped from cutting down trees today, he didn't care whether they were fighting in a round or a wave.

The young man named Dahai didn't have so many ideas. After rushing to Chen Tiezhu, he grabbed his eyes.

The traditional virtue of China is to respect the old and love the young.

When fighting with the old man just now, Chen Tiezhu was a little hesitant. He was afraid that he would be beaten to a root of illness at such an old age.

This young man, he didn't have any scruples at all.

His left arm was the first to block his arm, and his right hand also accurately grabbed his left hand that followed.

He also stepped forward and used his right shoulder to gently bump and push the young man, and the young man flew backwards.

It can be said that one force defeats ten skills.

Otherwise, how can we say that traditional martial arts have begun to decline?

They care more about routines.

His father just used this trick, and now he is still doing it. Even if he is faster and stronger, what can he do?

"Old man, can we stop here?" Chen Tiezhu looked at the old man.

"Okay, the young leader of Erdaoling is really amazing, let's go." The old man stared at him and said.

"Dad..."

Dahai, who got up from the ground, shouted unwillingly.

"People are giving us face, why are you still staying here and embarrassing yourself?" The old man glared at him.

"If you are tall and short, come to my house when you come to Erdaoling. Erdaoling Village, Chen Tiezhu, the young master." Chen Tiezhu clasped his fists.

He felt much more relaxed, after all, there was no big noise.

Even though the young man was still a little unwilling, he had no choice seeing that everyone on his side had chosen to agree.

But he was still a little unconvinced in his heart, thinking that he had not performed well just now.

"Ah..."

At this time, a tiger roar came from not far away.

Chen Tiezhu's hair stood on end when he heard it, and the roots of his hair were all blown up.

Looking in the direction of the roar, a big tiger was slowly walking out.

It was less than 20 meters away from them.