My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

"It's good to have both internal and external training."

Fu Qingjun gave a thumbs up and said in admiration, "This is probably the legendary inner training breath!"

The big man shook his cigarette bag, he really let out a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Besides, the most ruthless little general in the north of the city, he is called a rebellious one! We were defeated at the train station in Duguan Town. We lost the fight, but the gossip says that we are preparing to break through recently, and we can fight back when the time comes."

Fu Qingjun's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "Brother, where did you get the news, so well-informed?"

The big man shook his head, tapped the cigarette ash on the corner of the table,

"They had a young girl who practiced martial arts called 'Little Trumpet'. At that time, she was so happy that she opened her mouth and talked nonsense. I heard that because she spread secrets indiscriminately, she was beaten into a big trumpet by her brothers."

"If you say that the guy with the little trumpet doesn't have strong martial arts, but his vital capacity is quite large. It is said that the toad qigong he practices can blow out dozens of candles with one breath from a long distance. No matter how strong your eardrums are, you can't practice your kung fu, it's a kind of evil group attack kung fu."

Fu Qingjun was stunned, "This mouth is quite good at bragging, you can talk about everything."

The big man thought that the young man in front of him was overwhelmed by these interesting stories of ancient rivers and lakes, so he continued,

"Can't you bear it? It is said that martial arts is difficult! It has to be practiced at the age of eight. At first, you can hold your breath in the water, then you can practice blowing, blowing intestines, blowing out candles, and using medicine to moisten the lungs. too tired,

It is said that thirty years ago, the third head of the Haikou Salt Gang achieved great feats and could blow a snake alive with one breath. People in the Jianghu called Haikou Little Xu Xian,

Walking in the rivers and lakes, he was an invincible man. He once singled out more than 30 horse bandits in the southwest desert, but with one enemy and seven masters, he pulled out the camp...

But these people can't hold the guns. Before the army invaded the customs, the third head of the Haikou Salt Gang stood up and watched these ordinary people say they wanted to fight a hundred. In the end, a group of foreign gunmen set fire to them and covered their faces. it's gone

At that time, the dead white eyeballs were full of unbelievability, but if you say that this kind of strong player is also strong in muscle density, he survived a round of salvo, but the result was even worse, and he was dissected by the foreign soldiers with great enthusiasm. up. "

Fu Qingjun shivered.

The big man took a deep breath of cigarettes, his eyes were a little lonely, and said: "If you want to buy this medicine, you can buy it, or you don't want to buy it... You know how we regained the territory, and even now we have reached the New World to compete with them for territory. A piece of land to establish so many autonomous regions, entered the Cold War period?"

He took down a shotgun from the height of the pharmacy, patted the barrel of the gun, exhaled smoke rings,

"It's because of this! We have masters on the beam, Northwest Pirates, one of the largest wealthy families in the Northwest Jianghu. It turns out that they are the most famous horse robbers on the road. They only collect money from passing caravans.

But the cost of almost extinction of a village of 731 people in Pirates Gate, relying on a boat funded by the Haikou Salt Gang to sail across the ocean, sneak into the enemy camp, and learn from stealing bit by bit! "

"Hey, that's full of loyalty!"

The big man swallowed the muddy soot and said with a smile: "People say that after receiving the money from this northwest land, we have to do personnel affairs and guard this land for hundreds of years. Others can't bully these caravans. on the head."

Fu Qingjun was in awe.

The big man said again: "Then our martial arts practitioners react quickly, flying over eaves and walls and so on. Ordinary people can become big killers with this thing, let alone we hold guns? But practicing martial arts... is useless after all. Martial arts No matter how high you are, you can't hold this hot weapon."

Fu Qingjun nodded, clasped his fists together and said, "What a world!"

Although he is not in the arena, he still admires these great people who are so quick to cut their swords.

"Our boss said it well, Jianghu, you won't die all at once, you'll just stay away slowly..."

He exhales smoke,

"In a few decades, the rivers and lakes will be gone, and the pride of walking the world with a sword will be gone. The story of killing a person in ten steps, maybe future generations can only live in books."

Fu Qingjun was just listening, and many anecdotes were also interesting.

This big brother is also very talkative and friendly.

Fu Qingjun still bought some things, such as the potion for standing, the prescription of ant wine, and some supporting ingredients for brewing medicinal wine.

The eldest brother is still very enthusiastic, "This ant medicinal wine is not that simple. The ants need special treatment. The stronger the better, first, the ants need to be fed with medicinal food to nourish them, and then put gravel in a hot pot, like fried peanuts. Same, stir-fry the ants and herbs, and then soak them in the wine..."

"So that's how it turns out, big brother is a master of this way."

Fu Qingjun took out his notebook, opened a page, and took out his seventeen years of study experience like a good student, carefully recording various points and matters.

"Brother, will it be okay to spread your secret recipe?" Fu Qingjun asked suddenly.

"it's okay no problem!"

The big man laughed loudly, "Our boss said that it is because all the sects of the old martial arts are hidden that the inheritance cannot be dissipated. If we don't teach it now, no one will learn it in the future."

"Your Excellency, elder brother has far-sightedness."

After listening for so long, Fu Qingjun felt that this person was indeed charismatic, forthright and generous, and his eldest brother must be like this to convince him, so he asked, "Then your eldest brother handed over his martial arts?"

"That's not taught." He scratched his head.

Fu Qingjun immediately realized that your eldest brother can play.

"However, the eldest brother came from world martial arts. It has been passed down for at least three hundred years. After practicing from generation to generation, his bones and bodies are already different from ordinary people. Their martial arts cannot be learned by outsiders. If they learn it, they will break their bodies. The body is deformed." The big man said again: "The structure of the body is different."

Can practicing martial arts gradually change the body structure of generations?

Fu Qingjun was skeptical, but didn't say much, paid the money and prepared to leave.

And in the end, when the big man was looking for money, he advised, "Young man, you can practice martial arts, but there is an upper limit to martial arts... Listen to my brother's advice first, if you have a bad brain and can't be a scientist, practice martial arts again. It’s the work of rough people! You can go to the battlefield to fight when necessary, and you can make an extra contribution with a rob.”

Fu Qingjun didn't say much.

Although he is not a scientist, he is a gold medal programmer, and he is also a clerk.

The big man was sitting behind him in a medicine shop, shaking his pipe, and sang in an unknown opera, "Don't enter the rivers and lakes... Once you enter the rivers and lakes, you will have pride in your heart, anger in your heart, resentment in your heart, and death in your heart. ..."

Walking out of the pharmacy, he hurriedly set foot on the way back, his face darkened slightly, "This is terrific! Then Li Mo, don't talk to some tight-lipped guys..."

Don't say that the height is wrong, it needs to be developed, and my muscles haven't been trained yet...

the other side.

Fu Qingjun walked for a while, when suddenly there was another commotion in the pharmacy.

A healthy and beautiful woman with a sausage mouth, wearing an old cloth shirt, a small round cap on her head, and a golden suona hanging around her waist, walked into the drugstore in a heroic manner,

"Second brother, something is wrong! When that guy heard the news that the elder brother had retreated, he knew that we had no backbone. They started from the south alley and wanted to grab our territory. Those nightclubs in the west of the city..."

"It's not your fault! Don't disturb big brother!" The big man patted the table with a bang, and he grinned, "Send the signal, copy the guy!"

boom.

A firework slid across the sky, blooming an ugly and scattered small flower.

All of a sudden, the pharmacies, clothing stores, pawnshops, and cookbooks on the entire street behind him, in the originally quiet and peaceful street, all kinds of muscular men burst out of the shops in an instant, and a few thin young people rushed out with weapons .

Why did you suddenly start fighting behind you?

Fu Qingjun was startled. He thought of the bold northern man who was shaking the cigarette ash just now, and suddenly thought of a word: talking and laughing kills.

But he pretended to be calm, and walked out of the street with the bag as if nothing had happened. Hearing the shouts behind him, he felt that the war years were really too dangerous.

He didn't dare to look back, he suddenly remembered a sentence:

Normal people never look back at the explosion.