The Master Goes Down The Mountain: I Am Not A Son-In-Law

After tidying up Liu Hongyu, Li Muchen planned to leave, and Ding Xiang was still outside. Although he was handed over to Lin Manqing, he was still a little worried.

"Brother Mashan, let's go."

"You two, do you want to leave after making my place like this?" Zhou Na said suddenly.

Li Muchen was slightly taken aback, "Then what do you want?"

Zhou Na is very curious about Li Muchen, but she doesn't know what to do with him.

With so much commotion today, it will be very troublesome to deal with the aftermath.

I don't want to say whether Liu Dashuang was beaten or not. The yamen gate needs to be dealt with, and the business of the bar has also been affected.

How are these losses calculated?

"Forget it, let's go."

Zhou Na pondered for a long time, and finally decided to let them go.

Anyway, if you can't keep it, it's better to save face and be a favor, so that we can meet each other in the future.

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard someone outside the door say:

"No one can go."

Two men walked in, both in their fifties, one fat and the other thin. And the thin one, wearing a black Tang suit, has a calm expression, but has a graceful and luxurious temperament on his body. Even if he stands there motionless and doesn't speak, people can feel that he is not an ordinary person.

Behind them, a group of young people in exercise uniforms and a group of people in dark suits were clearly separated, separated into two rows, and filed in.

"Uncle Ming!" Zhou Na exclaimed in surprise.

The man in black Tang suit nodded to him, looked at the messy ground, and frowned.

"Uncle Ming, things are a bit complicated..." Zhou Na was about to tell the story.

But Uncle Ming interrupted her, "It's nothing complicated. Liu Dabao came for me, but he didn't dare to come to me directly, so he came to you to make trouble."

"Attack you?" Zhou Na was surprised, "How dare he?"

"Hmph!" Uncle Ming took a few steps forward, looking at Liu Dabao who lay unconscious on the ground, "I know a few Internet bosses, so I don't know what my last name is."

"Internet boss?" Zhou Na was even more curious, "Uncle Ming is also working on Internet projects?"

"They are for the Film and Television City." Uncle Ming twirled the string of agarwood in his hand, "Someone wanted to buy my shares in Film and Television City a few years ago, and I also know who is behind that person. If they don't get my shares, they won't be able to buy them." can’t control the entertainment industry.”

Zhou Na was stunned.

The middle-aged fat man walked over, looked down at Huang Hai lying on the ground, and stretched out his hands to pinch his naked body a few times.

Uncle Ming looked at him and asked, "Master Hong, is that him?"

"That's right, Tiebushan, he has a lot of skill, at least 20 or 30 years. Who beat him like this?" The fat man called Master Hong turned around, his eyes swept over Li Muchen, and finally Stay on Ma Shan.

Zhou Na pointed to Li Muchen, "It's him."

Master Hong was very surprised, and looked at Li Muchen, "Heh, at such a young age, you can defeat Tie Yi Huang Hai, not bad, not bad. Who is your master?"

"Is it necessary to tell you?" Li Muchen said blankly.

Master Hong was taken aback for a moment, his face sank, he snorted coldly, and said, "Young man, don't think that after learning a little superficial kung fu, you can be defiant."

Li Muchen was not interested in chatting with Hong, and said, "Have you finished talking? If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

As soon as he took a step, a dozen or so disciples wearing exercise uniforms who followed Uncle Ming and Master Hong blocked his way with their arms crossed.

"Did you leave?" Master Hong said with a sneer.

Li Muchen turned around, but instead of looking at Master Hong, he looked at Uncle Ming coldly, "Can't I go?"

When Master Hong saw that he ignored him, anger welled up on his face.

But Uncle Ming didn't say anything, and he couldn't do anything.

Zhou Na wanted to protect Ma Shan and Li Muchen, but seeing that the atmosphere was not right, she quickly said:

"Uncle Ming, the two of them helped me just now, otherwise I don't know what will happen to Liu Dabao."

"I know." Uncle Ming interrupted, "but it's true that they smashed your venue. Everyone knows that you are mine, and the Blue Bridge Bar is my venue. If I just let them go , spread it out, where will I put my face. The only ones who can get out of here today are my people."

Zhou Na was overjoyed, and understood what Uncle Ming meant, which was to bring Li Muchen and Ma Shan under his command.

"Ma Shan, hurry up and thank Uncle Ming, you will be Uncle Ming's people from now on." Zhou Na said to Ma Shan, afraid that she might not know Li Muchen's temper.

Of course, Ma Shan had heard of Feng Tianming, the second master of the Feng family that no one could afford to offend in Hecheng.

He was silent for a while, and said, "Sister Na, I only follow you. As for my brother, I can't make decisions for him."

Zhou Na's heart skipped a beat when she heard this, this idiot, why are you talking back at this time, what's the difference between following her and following Uncle Ming.

But what he said made people feel uncomfortable, which meant that he didn't give Uncle Ming face.

She can only look to Li Muchen, because Uncle Ming is probably also interested in Li Muchen's ability to defeat the iron shirt Huang Hai, as long as Li Muchen agrees, it will be fine.

But just as she was worried, Li Muchen shook his head: "I am me, not someone else."

"Then don't even think about leaving."

Master Hong shouted loudly like a bell, and made a gesture of a white crane spreading its wings.

"The descendant of the Southern School of Tai Chi, Hong Tiancheng, please advise!"

As soon as Hong Tiancheng swung his punches, Li Muchen could tell that this person's kung fu should be similar to that of Huang Hai from the Iron Clothes School.

It's just that Tai Chi is an inner family, and Tie Bushan is an outer family. In the chain of disdain for kung fu, those who practice inner families always look down on outer families.

In fact, these two people were much worse than the ninja they met in Lingshan Lake that day, let alone Qian Kun who was fishing.

Li Muchen didn't bother to do anything, but shook his head helplessly.

Seeing him like this, Hong Tiancheng was furious and wanted to strike.

"Master, why do you have to do it yourself, you're just a brat, let me teach him a lesson." One of Hong Tiancheng's disciples stood up.

The man bowed his hands to Li Muchen: "Southern Tai Chi, Guan Xuping."

As he said that, he did the same as his master, showing a white crane spreading its wings.

Seeing that Li Muchen didn't move, Guan Xuping smiled contemptuously: "Let's make a move."

He walked up with his knees and staggered steps, waved his pipa, and pressed his palm to Li Muchen's chest.

Li Muchen looked at it and wanted to laugh.

Taijiquan is based on static braking and leveraging force to strike, especially when waving the pipa, when the opponent is making a move, hold the opponent's hand, take advantage of the situation, stroke and press, and then wave the hand to exert strength. The opponent hits out.

But Li Muchen didn't move at all, Guan Xuping just waved the pipa with his hands, which turned the internal boxing into an external boxing.

Li Muchen also became playful, and when he saw the opponent's hand, he made a light fight, turned his wrist, pressed the opponent's elbow, took advantage of the situation, and took a half step back.

Guan Xuping's off-hand skills are obviously not good, and his center of gravity is unstable when he is surrounded by Li Muchen.

Li Muchen pushed forward lightly, and Guan Xuping flew out.

Wave the pipa!

Li Muchen used his own way to deal with his own body, and used his opponent's tricks to blow his opponent into the air.

And use it more skillfully than your opponent.

This kind of worldly kung fu is like playing for him.

Hong Tiancheng was shocked when he saw it, and said: "It turns out that you are also a member of the Taiji sect. No wonder Huang Hai was broken by you, but there was no external injury. Chen Yang, Sun Wu, both north and south, which master's sect are you from?"

Li Muchen said indifferently: "I am not from Taijimen."

"No?" Hong Tiancheng was puzzled, "You just used Tai Chi moves."

"I'm just learning and selling now. It's not difficult for children to play house."

It's not that Li Muchen despises Tai Chi.

When Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang, created Tai Chi, his original intention was not martial arts, but a method of breathing and breathing and True Qi guidance that is more suitable for ordinary people to practice.

Later generations entered martial arts with this, and only then did Taijiquan method.

It's just that these people have practiced so poorly that there is only a shelf left.

"You!" Hong Tiancheng was furious when he heard that, "Then let you taste the power of Taijiquan!"

As soon as he made a move to detect the horse, he hit Li Muchen in the face.

It has to be said that Hong Tiancheng is stronger than his apprentice by more than a star and a half. The clothes on his body are automatic without wind, his arms are thrown out, and the joints and bones make beeping sounds, as if even the air is cracking.