Ghost Valley descendants in the city

()013-09-14

The night is very quiet.

Zhong Yiming took a deep breath after walking out of the auditorium, and his heart became more relaxed.

If Chinese martial arts wants to get out of the trough, it cannot be accomplished by the strength of one person alone. It must require everyone to work together and twist all the resources together.

What he can do, Zhong Yiming has done, and what he can say, Zhong Yiming has also said. Next, it depends on how the leaders of these factions make their choices.

Zhong Yiming put his hands behind his back and walked slowly in this beautiful mansion. Zhang Yiyi, who was chasing after him, saw such a figure in front of him, and he felt that he couldn't bear to disturb him.

Through his performance in the auditorium just now, Zhong Yiming's position in Zhang Yiyi's heart has changed greatly, as if he has risen from a young loser to a responsible, ambitious and qualified man.

Zhang Yiyi stood there for a moment, stunned, and then quickly chased after him.

She came behind Zhong Yiming and was about to reach out to pat his shoulder. Zhong Yiming didn't know whether it was intentional or not, but he picked this moment and turned his head without warning.

Zhong Yiming stopped suddenly, and Zhang Yiyi bumped into his arms under the influence of inertia. If Zhang Yiyi hadn't quickly tilted his head back at the critical moment, the two people's faces would have hit each other.

The two of them were so close, a strong masculine aura suddenly surrounded Zhang Yiyi, and a woman's unique body fragrance that was like orchid and musk kept creeping into Zhong Yiming's nose.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and then a blush instantly flew onto Zhang Yiyi's delicate face, which was really tempting and had a unique taste.

After reacting, Zhang Yiyi quickly stepped back, but Zhong Yiming hugged her slender, boneless waist.

"Rogue, let me go." Zhang Yiyi didn't expect that Zhong Yiming would do such a thing, and then he yelled angrily.

Zhong Yiming leaned his head towards her shoulder and said seriously: "Don't move, there is a big insect on your collar."

"Ah! Where is it? Get it off for me, hurry up..." Zhang Yi exclaimed, then kept jumping around with a look of tears on his face.

Zhong Yiming looked at Zhang Yiyi with great interest. He really didn't expect that Zhang Yiyi, who was usually carefree and fearless, actually had such a side.

"What are you looking at? Help me get it down quickly!" Zhang Yi kept stamping his feet, tears about to flow out.

The bell rang and he smiled for a while, then said with a smile: "You'd better not move around. Later that big insect crawls into your collar, so don't blame me."

This sentence was indeed effective, and Zhang Yiyi became motionless after that, but the corners of her eyes became moist, and tears started to form in her eyes.

Zhong Yiming did not scare her, but there was indeed a big insect on her collar, as long as her middle finger, with a green body and a small tail sticking up from the back.

Reaching out and pulling the worm by its tail, Zhong Yiming waved the worm in front of Zhang Yiyi and smiled, "How about it, I didn't lie to you!"

Zhang Yiyi took a few steps back, pretending to be calm, and said with a trembling voice: "This insect is not very big."

Zhong Yiming was stunned for a moment, then picked up a branch as thick as a baby's arm from the ground, then narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Hey... is this big enough?"

"How could there be such a big insect!" Zhang Yiyi rolled his eyes.

Zhong Yiming smiled strangely and glanced down at his lower body, "Of course, do you want to see it?"

Zhang Yiyi looked at the slightly bulging part of Zhong Yiming's lower body, and his face instantly turned red. Then he quickly shifted his gaze, pouting and shyly cursing: "You are perverted."

"Hehe..." Looking at the small umbrella gradually opening up on his lower body, he shrugged helplessly.

The image of Zhong Yiming had just grown taller in Zhang Yiyi's heart, and now it fell straight down again, directly to the bottom of the abyss, where he would never see the sun all year round.

Zhong Yiming was wearing a white Tai Chi suit and a pair of black round-topped cloth shoes, while Zhang Yiyi was wearing a white training suit and the cloth shoes were also white. Standing together, the two looked like a pair of advanced Taoist monks.

The two of them walked slowly on the path in the mansion. Zhang Yiyi rolled his eyes and said, "You are very strange. You looked very nice in the auditorium before. Why have you turned into a dead gangster again?"

"This is called bohemian and free-spirited. A little girl like you won't understand." Zhong Yiming raised his eyebrows slightly at Zhang Yiyi.

"I think he must be unruly and wolfish." Zhang Yiyi had a look of disdain on his face, "Besides, I'm too young!"

Zhong Yiming was speechless for a moment and touched his chin in embarrassment. Then he scanned Zhang Yiyi unscrupulously, and finally fixed his gaze on her plump chest, "Uh... she is indeed not young. As soon as autumn comes, she will

It’s ready to be collected.”

"Slut!" The blush that had just retreated appeared on her face again.

Zhong Yiming shook his head, "Every man is a wolf. Those wolves who know how to disguise and are patient are called gentlemen, and those like me who are open-minded and straightforward are called by you.

You are a wolf, there is really no justice in this world."

"..."

Along the way, Zhong Yiming talked eloquently, constantly boasting that he was the only "good man" in the world, while Zhang Yiyi understood deeply how shameless this man was.

"Drink..."

When he walked to a large, brightly lit courtyard, waves of loud "humming" sounds came from inside. It was obvious that this courtyard was the practice room of Baji Quan.

Out of curiosity, Zhong Yiming walked to the open window and took a look inside, then shook his head and walked back with a sigh.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yiyi asked strangely.

Zhong Yiming sighed, "For such a big family, there are only thirty or fifty people who actually practice boxing."

"If this situation continues, it would be strange if Chinese martial arts did not decline." Zhong Yiming added.

Zhang Yiyi lowered his head and stopped talking.

Seeing her look like this, Zhong Yiming knew that the Bagua Sect was not much better. He was about to say a few words to her, but he saw a thin figure standing under a tree not far away. He concentrated on

He looked at the people practicing in the yard and made gestures with his hands from time to time.

"Huh? This little guy is pretty good." Zhong Yiming walked over there curiously, and Zhang Yiyi followed.

This is a little boy who looks to be seven or eight years old. He is dirty, his two clothes are in tatters, he has a sallow complexion and looks malnourished.

This little guy is very serious. He didn't even notice that Zhong Yiming and Zhang Yiyi came behind him. He stared at their movements with a pair of shiny black eyes, as if he wanted to remember them in his heart.

Steal a teacher!

This was the first thought that came to Zhong Yiming.

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