Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

"It's such a fate. Now I almost believe in the luck theory written in those novels."

Looking at the tea lady in red in the distance, Lincoln couldn't help but reveal a smile.

He walked along the street for a while and saw almost half of Tianjin with his eyes. With such a huge population base, it was the one in front of him who fell in love with him.

In the movie "Master", there are only a few characters in some scenes, and the one in front of me who will become Geng Liangchen's girlfriend in the future is one of them. Unfortunately, his girlfriend may not be there now.

Lincoln paused for a moment, then sat on the wooden bench, reached out and took out a cup of tea and said, "Here is a bowl of tea, pick the most expensive one."

Xilin, the tea girl, looked at the Xian Dayang on the rough table. She was stunned for a moment, and then she stuttered: "There are too many. I can't find them."

"Then just keep it here for now." Lincoln waved his hand casually: "Don't say more, I have plenty of money."

Seeing Lincoln's attitude, Xilin clenched the tea in her hand tightly, then turned and left. After a while, she brought the tea soup in front of Lincoln: "This is the most expensive tea soup here, but even if I drink it for fifty meals, it will cost me more."

Not even an ocean."

"It doesn't matter." Lincoln smiled, picked up the tea soup and took a sip. The taste was a bit strange and not his favorite, so he stopped after just one sip.

Seeing that Lincoln didn't seem to like the taste of the tea soup, Xilin walked back with some helplessness and took out the big ocean again: "Since you are not used to drinking it, I'd better give this big ocean back to you."

Lincoln didn't take the money, he just looked at Xilin and smiled: "Are you interested in learning martial arts?"

"Learn martial arts? I can't do it." Xilin only hesitated for a few breaths before shaking her head and saying, "I'm already so old, and I'm still very poor. I have to set up a tea stall, so how can I learn martial arts?"

"These are not problems." Lincoln shook his head and said, "I just ask if you are interested in learning. I can teach you."

Xilin did not speak, and Lincoln just smiled: "Whenever you think about it, go to the 'Twentieth Martial Arts School' to find me. There are not many opportunities to change your destiny in this world, so you have to think about it."

After saying that, Lincoln turned around and left.

The suitable candidate has been found, and the next thing to deal with is the opening of the martial arts gym.

Zheng Shanao, the leader, saved Lincoln a lot of things, but there were some things that were difficult to avoid, such as the door-to-door visits from people in the martial arts school and the exchanges within the martial arts school.

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The next day, before Xilin came to the door, the owners of nineteen martial arts schools in Tianjin City came together. Some of them were things Lincoln had seen before, but more of them were things he had never seen before.

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Lincoln sat quietly on the main seat. Even when he saw a famous martial artist in the crowd, he did not move at all, but there was a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Everyone, my martial arts gym is open today. If you want to visit, you only need to visit. Come with the martial arts masters. Are you planning to ask me for advice?"

"Master Lin is worrying too much." Zou, the female but very capable gym leader, spoke first: "We are all opening a martial arts gym in Tianjin, so it is inevitable that we are a little curious, so we came here to take a look. We don't mean to target him."

"It doesn't matter." Lincoln put down the objects in his hands: "If you want to see my methods, you can, but I am of this group and will not hold back when I stand on the stage."

"Although your life is not in danger during the sparring process, it is common for you to become disabled. If you really want to see something, you must be prepared to lie in bed for the rest of your life."

Lincoln's unceremonious attitude made Guanzhu Zou's eyes suddenly change a bit, but there was still a smile on his face.

Lincoln is a person highly recommended by Zheng Shanao. With her current status, she cannot break up with Zheng Shanao. Before she understood the origin of Lincoln, she had always been very cautious in doing things.

Zou Rong thought she had done a good job, but in fact, what Lincoln hated most was someone like her who had no power and only acted behind her back. It was impossible for him to have a good face.

When the martial arts studio opens, please invite the theater troupe. This is the rule.

Lincoln had the idea of ​​breaking this rule, but at this time, there was no pole dancing group in Tianjin that he liked, and even the movies were black and white and boring.

In comparison, the troupe with unique accents in front of them seems to be acceptable.

After the performance, the troupe has withdrawn, and the wooden door of the martial arts hall is still tightly closed, but the atmosphere in the martial arts hall has gradually become solemn.

Everyone was silent. After a moment, a martial arts master suddenly stood up and gave Lincoln a fist. "Master Lin, this person is not talented. He has been practicing martial arts for many years and has not made any progress. I came here to ask for advice. Please give me your advice."

"Why bother." Lincoln didn't even raise his head, and his eyes didn't even fall on the martial artist behind him: "You're not very young, why bother seeking death."

"I'm not just looking for ideas, I just came here to see Master Lin's boxing skills."

"Okay." Lincoln nodded, put down the teacup in his hand, and pointed at the table: "You can use whatever weapons you want, and I'll give you another hand."

Lincoln's words made the boxer's face change twice, and there was even a hint of resentment in his tone: "Master Lin, you are looking down on me. We are fighting normally, why do I need you to let me have a hand?"

"No, no, no, you misunderstood." Lincoln smiled, showing his big white teeth: "I'm just worried that if I use both hands together, I'll beat you to death on the stage."

"In that case, even if we are competing in martial arts, I will be in trouble."

Lincoln didn't mention weakness at all, but his words were full of discrimination, which made the martial artist's face turn red, and he was so angry that he wanted to go on stage to compete with Lincoln immediately.

It was not a good idea to have a grudge against someone who practiced martial arts, but Lincoln didn't care.

On the opening day of the martial arts gym, he came to challenge him. Even though Lincoln didn't know what the rules of this era were, he knew that the martial arts master in front of him was provoking.

He didn't know if Zou Rong organized this, but he thought it was pretty much the same.

Zheng Shanao is already old. He only thinks about his reputation. Over the years, his control of martial arts is no longer as good as in his prime.

Instead, Zou Rong was able to rely on her ex-husband's reputation to move around in the martial arts circle, increasing her influence day by day.

He didn't know what these martial artists were thinking about targeting him, but he would let these guys know that targeting was only useful against the weak.

Under the stage, quietly looking at the two Lincolns standing on the stage, a group of martial artists began to whisper.

"Let me tell you, Master Zhao may have been a little impulsive this time. This new Master Lin hastily challenged the challenge before he has figured out the way. I'm afraid he will suffer a loss."

"Not necessarily." The other person raised his head and said, "Old Zhao is in his prime, and his skills are genuine. I see that Master Lin is still young, so I don't necessarily know who will lose and who will win."

"By the way, why is Master Zhao so impulsive?"

"I heard that his family suffered changes in his early years. Maybe it was because of this?"

"Ah? What's the connection?"

"Then I don't quite understand."