Rebirth of the Godly Prodigal

Get up early!

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Soon the land was reached and everyone got off the bus.

Muzi and the master Wang who will wash and cut the blows stand face to face, Muzi pulls out a posture, Shen Sheng said: "Old man, I am really moving, you are surrendering now, don't get me into the hospital." It is."

Master Wang relaxed his arms and legs casually, and took a pipe from his pocket. He swallowed the clouds and said: "Do not worry, I can really do it for you? You will not retaliate?"

"Just kidding, I haven't done it yet." Speaking of it, Muzi slammed loudly: "Be careful!"

His loud drink was shocking, and Hong Hong vigorously was shaken by the shock. Then he saw that Muzi had punched it out, and the speed was fast, accurate and accurate, and then...

Then I saw the thin monkey-like master Wang slammed the fist of Muzi’s fist and slammed it on it. Then he squatted on Muzi’s shoulder. “Well, 嗒 嗒 ” Smoking, he took two, this is huh Laughed: "Young people, your speed is still slow..."

The sound of the ground falling around the chin.

As a dedicated driver of Hong Dali, Pharaoh is also a fighting master, but at this time he saw the master of the master, still could not help but praise: "Great! This is a real master!"

Tang Muxin whispered on the side: "Liu Shu, can you beat him?"

Pharaoh shook his head decisively: "I am not his opponent."

Tang Muxin sighed, and this great luck was already close to the sky. Who can think that such an old man would be such a master, even the driver and the bodyguard's pharaoh are not opponents?

There is a saying that the expert knows if there is any shot. It is also awkward to go to this place. Muzi is convinced orally: "Master, you are really my master! I served, really served!" If the master is willing, it will be easy for him to slap a few slaps, but if they don’t start, Muzi will naturally not be able to chase after him.

Anyway, the strength of the comparison is obvious, and everyone in the game is also aware of the number.

Master Wang jumped from the shoulders of Muzi's shoulders, and laughed and walked to the front of Hong Ding. There was a bit of embarrassment to scratch his hair: "Developed young master, do you think my skills are still in the middle? Thousands of jobs, can you do it?" The old man is still thinking about five thousand a month.

"One month, 50,000." Hong Dali said that he has risen ten times, and both eyes are shining: "When the old man is the martial arts coach of my dog ​​legs, how?"

At this time, it was the turn of Muzi who was in a hurry. He rushed to the old man's head and hugged his thigh: "Master! You are my master! I am going out for 100,000 a month! Teach me Kung Fu!"

Wang Laotou ignored him and took him out. He said, "Young people, there must always be a first come and then come right? I have promised to be a young master. We can speak and believe in people in the rivers and lakes." Strong young master, you said that 50,000 a month is true?"

"24K pure gold!" Hong said with a strong smile: "How?"

"Done!" Wang Laotou said nothing on the spot.

Muzi burst into tears.

Who can think of an old man who can hit a rearview mirror and be a master of martial arts? How did you start late at that time?

"I said old man," Hong Kong was a bit intolerable at this time: "Do you like martial arts so much? I just saw you, it was quite unexpected. How long have you been practicing?"

"Ten years, hehe." Muzi sat on the ground and sighed: "I thought that my ability was not bad. I was confident that I wouldn’t have to practice five or six. I didn’t expect it. This is really one. There is also a mountain high in the mountains." He also came here with anger: "I said that the old prince is so high that your martial arts have nothing to do with the rearview mirrors. Why don't you come to me with a lack of money, give you a job with your skills?" There are no problems with 1.8 million!"

"How to say it, stinky boy," Wang Laotou stretched out his cigarette bag "啪" and knocked on the head of Muzi, and Muzi wanted to hide without hiding. This time he regretted it. I only listen to Wang Laotou’s child: "This year, learning martial arts is also a physical fitness, high points and low points are useful, and can not be eaten! Wu Gonggao, can I go out to robbery? I still have to rely on selling skills. Mixing some money? Besides, do you use martial arts for cognac? Just to fight outside and see who is not pleasing to the eye?"

"That... that's not..." Muzi grievances: "I want to protect myself..."

"You are still very embarrassed to say," Wang Laotou snorted. "When I get on the bus, I will feel that you have suffocation. It is the feeling that I have always wanted to find someone to practice martial arts. Young people, ancient martial arts. It’s justifiable for the country to be a hero in addition to violence and security. Now, in this rule of law society, you still have to think that practicing martial arts is to show your ability. The starting point is wrong.” He said that he was looking at Xiang Hongli: I ask you, my work is all passed on to you, can you learn?"

After listening to the words of Wang Laotou, the people around him called an envy, and a little exaggerated point, learned all his skills, it is definitely a modern version of the heroes, not a small one.

As a result, Hong did not want to think about it and shook his head decisively: "I don't learn these things. It is my wish to be a ruined family."

There was a sigh of sighs around, and the number of wooden rafts was the most depressing.

He wants to learn less, and Hong Dali is not sending it to his eyes. The gap is not.

Wang Laotou shook his head with a smile, and said: "I know, in fact, I just want to follow you with this point - of course, the salary can not be less, hehe." He said that he smoked two more cigarettes. , said: "When you say it, martial arts, I have lived for so many years to understand, this thing has nothing to do with the temperament, as a means of health, but it is a weapon to fight it, this is absolutely impossible. ""

Speaking of this, Wang Laotou walked to a nearby small tree, and his right hand drew a semi-circle. He pushed it fiercely. He clicked on the spot and said, "There is a heavy hand on the spot." This thing, hey, in addition to the vigorous young master this temper is OK, other people, can not pass it, once on the road, killing people do not blink ... ... He said here, quite a bit of school lost.

It is no wonder that he is so depressed. In the modern society, it is inevitable that there will be some squabbles with people. The young people are young and vigorous, and the two words of the mouth are moving. It’s really like this. Who can bear it?

On his side, there was a slap in the face, but Hong was vigorously stunned. He blurted out a sentence: "I rely on, the dragon is 18 palms!! You are always Hong Qigong?!"