Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

It was very lively when we arrived at the hospital. There were all the old men at the door of the trauma department. We all knew each other at first glance. Here, they covered their dark circles and said hello, hello. There, they were pumping air-conditioners while cupping their fists and saying "Look up to each other for a long time." The coaches from all the martial arts schools in the city The owner of the museum, you can’t see him without looking up, but there has never been such a gathering of people like today.

The last time so many people gathered together was three years ago. There were only three people from each martial arts school. How could it be so spectacular?

At that time, there was a national martial arts competition, and they practiced together. With more people, it was easier to compete.

After all, martial arts, if you don't fight, where will progress come from?

This time it was better, all thirteen martial arts schools were caught in one go.

The doctor at the hospital laughed at this, and after listening for a long time, he understood. It turned out that there were so many people in these martial arts schools, and they all fell into the hands of a child.

He asked, "You let a child be beaten like this. This is a big deal. What will the police say?"

The owner waved his hand.

"What can you say, we didn't let the police know."

"The rules of the martial arts world, even outsiders don't understand. If we lose, it's because our skills are inferior to others. It's okay if we don't go back and practice hard. If anyone reveals this, he will have to be stabbed in the back by his peers."

"I don't have the shame to do something like that."

"The ancestors have been shamed."

"That's right."

"If I get kicked out and I lose, and I sue the official, if the master finds out, he can break my legs."

The doctor listened to what these museum owners said to each other, and he just found it difficult to understand. These people had bruises and swollen faces, and they spent a lot of money on medical expenses. Moreover, they heard that the children broke a lot of things, but he didn't expect to let the library owner go. In their eyes, their skills were still inferior to others. Not to mention getting angry, they seemed so ashamed that they wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into, and they didn't even think about troubling the child.

Moreover, the doctor could clearly hear the admiration these people expressed for the child.

When someone beat him up, he said, "Well done."

Hey, it's strange to see him for the first time in his life.

The coach there was also very interesting, and he spent a lot of time waiting for the nurse to call his number.

"How long did you hold on?"

"No matter what, you have to have three moves."

"Just brag. Three more moves. I don't know what kind of kid you are. If Yama hits you with the second move, I'll take your name!"

"I'm lying to you. I'm a dog. The owner of the gym is watching. Three moves are all."

"You are so capable, come on, let's do some tricks."

"Come on, let's make signs."

Seeing the two men staring at each other and roaring with red necks, the nurse passing by couldn't stand it anymore. She was still holding a syringe in her hand, and the cold light on the tip of the needle was frightening.

"Be quiet, I'm seeing a doctor, I need to get him out for a fight!"

After this sound, the two of them became speechless like chickens and sat down obediently.

Several hall owners gathered together and discussed in a low voice what Yama Luo's method was. He reported himself to his family, but he had never heard of the Dragon Snake Secret Technique. Moreover, there was a big man before the Dragon Snake Secret Transmission. Zhou, they really don’t understand this. What is Da Zhou? Is it a place name?

After talking about it, one person took a sip of tea, glanced at it, and chuckled.

"Everyone is here."

"What you said is wrong. You are missing one."

"Oh, who?"

Several museum owners looked at each other and smiled tacitly.

"No, I have to go take a look."

"Calling him so crazy, doesn't it mean he has won a gold medal? Let's see if he fails today!"

"Let's go, let's go together!"

As he said that, some people pulled the needles, some tore the bandages, and walked out in a hurry.

It was an eye-opener for the doctors and nurses today.

"What are you doing? You haven't finished hanging the bottles yet. Where are you going?"

"And you, the wound you just stitched up will burst if you leave! Come back quickly and sit down!"

The owner of the first restaurant poked the person next to him.

"Did you hear that? As for you, hang up the hanging bottle."

"Mind your own business, you're on your own, the blood is coming out." The man looked at his hand and tightened the bandage without caring.

"It's a small injury. I think back when I was practicing martial arts with my master, I wouldn't be able to get out of bed without being whipped by him someday. I still have to go to Zhanzhuang."'

"That's true. Today's young people just can't bear hardships."

"That's not right, look at that Yama, he's not even twenty years old, tsk tsk tsk, that's incredible!"

"I really don't know where I learned Kung Fu from. This skill is so good. I have to accept it. I'm so old."

"Stop talking, hurry up, it won't be a good show if you go late."

"Hahaha."

The generous laughter disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Only the doctors and nurses were left to look at each other, dumbfounded.

The silence lasted for a long time, until a little intern nurse raised her hand timidly.

"I want to go too."

Children's Palace.

If foreigners hear the name Children's Palace, they may think of martial arts sects such as the Coffin Palace or the Shaolin Temple, and they will immediately be attracted to it and recognize this place as a first-class martial arts holy land.

The so-called holy land must be located in a remote and quiet place, surrounded by clouds and fog. If someone comes to study, you must bow your head every step of the way, raise your head every ten steps, and fully demonstrate your fighting spirit in order to be recognized by the experts in the Youth Palace.

Then the master came out and said that the young man is really good. The registration fee is 5,000 per semester. Go to the window over there and pay it first.

To put it bluntly, the so-called Children's Palace is just a larger training class, or a combination of multiple training classes.

As you walk in, a group of children in the classroom on the left are sitting at small tables playing chess, concentrating on their thoughts. On the right, a group of slender girls are wearing short lace skirts and jumping around with their long legs wrapped in white stockings.

Who should wipe the saliva? Hey, they are still children. Mr. Police, please take away all the perverts gathered here to watch. Leave no one behind.

The handcuffs are not enough, use a belt and rush to the street!

In short, the Children's Palace is a magical place. It was originally established to cultivate children's hobbies, quality education, and comprehensive development of moral, intellectual, physical, artistic and labor. You must have hobbies besides studying, right?

Of course, it is said to be a hobby, but more of a place for children to play. Who wants to learn ballet and come to the Children's Palace? The only person who is really qualified is not to hire a personal trainer who pays four figures per class to practice at home. I have never heard of it. An example of achievement achieved in children's palace.

Originally, it should be like this.

Until the year before last, a freak appeared in the kendo class of the Children's Palace.

He was handsome and good at fighting. After that, he took a kendo class at the Children's Palace and surprisingly won a national gold medal.

Chu Zihang.

These three words have become a legend in the Children's Palace.

The photo of him winning the championship is still hanging in the most conspicuous place at the entrance of the Children's Palace. I don't know what the leaders think. Normal people would line up a row of photos on the wall to detail past glory and history.

The Children's Palace is different, Chu Zihang is the wall.

They enlarged the photo and kept enlarging it, no matter how big it was. The leader took a look and said it was good and could be used as wallpaper. It was just right.

So as soon as the parents and children entered the door, they saw Chu Zihang's handsome face. He had a gold medal in one hand and a sword in the other on the wall. It was obvious that Chu Zihang's gesture of holding the gold medal was casual and he was just doing business, but holding a sword was different. Wow, his sword-holding hand was so steady and so forceful, and the stretched muscle lines on his forearm fully demonstrated the beauty of pure strength.

Honor to him is not as good as the sword in his hand.