Regarding "Benlei Martial Arts School", Yun Yanchen only had suspicions and no substantial evidence.
And the reasons for doubting sound far-fetched.
Just because "Jiang He" had met people from "Benlei Martial Arts School" before the accident and didn't tell her...
Intellectually speaking.
Jiang He believes that he should not be hostile to "Ben Lei Martial Arts School" at the moment.
But this thing of reason...
Where are the rivers?
As soon as he heard the words "Ben Lei Martial Arts School", Jiang He's ears immediately perked up.
In addition, the previous disciple of "Benlei Martial Arts School" had "taught" him a lesson, which made Jiang He feel even more unhappy.
behind.
Two disciples from the Benlei Martial Arts School chatted very happily with the three girls.
From time to time there was the sound of clinking glasses, mixed with bursts of laughter.
Jiang He seemed to be eating the barbecue without looking back, but in fact his attention was focused on their conversation.
From their conversation, Jiang He got two important pieces of information.
1: The three girls are all from Wucheng Art Institute, and one of them is from the dance department.
2: Two disciples from the Benlei Martial Arts School have average cultivation. One is a second-grade martial artist named Ma Long, and the other has just officially passed the martial arts combat assessment two months ago and is considered a new martial artist named Li Qiang.
About half an hour later.
The three girls got up and left using "the school dormitory is closed" as an excuse. However, before leaving, they exchanged contact information with two disciples from the Benlei Martial Arts School.
As soon as the girl left.
The two disciples from the Benlei Martial Arts School lost interest in continuing to drink, and shouted: "Boss, pay the bill!"
The boss happily ran over and clicked on the calculator.
"Two warrior masters, your total consumption is 685, just give me 650."
Li Qiang took out his wallet, counted 8 hundred-dollar bills, slapped them on the table, and said proudly: "No need to look for it, the rest will be treated as a tip."
The shop owner was in a good mood: "Two warriors, walk slowly!"
Jiang He: "Boss, I'll pay the bill too."
The shop owner made calculations for a while: "Sir, you spent a total of 193 yuan, just give me 190 yuan."
Jiang He scanned the QR code...
Embarrassing!
No money at all on the phone.
The balance in the bank card I applied for two days ago was 0, and the "Martial Artist Allowance" from the Martial Arts Administration was not paid until the 10th.
"Boss, let's talk about it...can we get a credit first?"
Jiang He felt a little embarrassed and said, "When I send the money on the 10th, I will pay it back to you."
The boss rolled up his sleeves, and there was already a hint of anger in his heart, but he still said with a smile: "Sir, this is a small business, we just make hard money. I see that you look like a talented person. It's not like you go out to eat without bringing something with you." If you want money, the total is only 193 yuan, can I charge you 180 yuan?"
"Boss, I really don't have any money."
Jiang He: "How about I put the clothes on you first?"
When the boss saw the words "Anning Psychiatric Rehabilitation Center", everyone was dumbfounded. He waved his hands and said impatiently: "Forget it, forget it, just do good deeds... Damn it, what the hell is this Anning Mental Hospital doing? Why did it happen again?" Is the mental illness released?"
The last half of the sentence came after turning around [whispering quietly].
Jiang He couldn't help but be stunned.
He actually heard a bit of bitterness in the boss's words.
After glancing at the direction in which the two Benlei Martial Arts disciples were leaving, Jiang He said nothing, but silently stood up and followed the two Benlei Martial Arts disciples.
When passing by a supermarket.
He also ran in and stole a pair of stockings.
"Brother Long, do you think I really have a chance to become the master of the hall?"
"The master of the museum is the grandmaster... If it succeeds, wouldn't I be the grandmaster's personal successor in the future?"
"You want to eat shit."
Ma Long laughed and scolded: "We are a martial arts gym. Do you know what a martial arts gym is? We accept paid disciples. Even if you become a disciple of the gym owner, you still have to pay. But in the future, you will be qualified to teach apprentices and you can get commissions." Yes, the more apprentices you bring, the more you will earn."
The two disciples of Benlei Martial Arts School soon walked into a street with few people.
I don't know if the street lights in the street have been smashed or broken. There are only one or two here and there that emit dim light.
"Bah!"
Sudden.
A loud shout sounded.
Jiang He, wearing stockings on his head, jumped out of the darkness, holding a brick in his hand, blocking the way of the two of them.
He threw the bricks from his left hand to his right, and from his right to his left again, and said, "I opened this road and planted this tree. If you want to live from now on, leave money to buy the road!"
"who?"
Li Qiang gave a sharp shout, drew his sword, and shouted coldly: "Damn it, are you mentally ill? It's already 2024, and you're still doing such cliche lines? You're still wearing Nima's stockings... You think you're filming a TV series? ?”
Halfway through drawing his sword, he was blocked by Ma Long.
Compared with the new martial artist Li Qiang, Ma Long was obviously much calmer. He took a step back, his inner energy was circulating, and he said coldly: "Who are you? Why are you blocking our way? Do you know that we are Benlei Martial Arts School?" Disciple?"
Jiang He sneered and strode towards the two of them: "The people who stopped you are the ones from Benlei Martial Arts School!"
"Oh shit!"
Li Qiang couldn't bear it any longer, so he pulled out his sword and said, "Brother Long, let me do it. This bitch is too pretentious!"
He raised his sword and strode towards the river. The long sword in his hand cut a sword shadow in the dim light.
Jiang He waved the bricks in his hand.
He arrived first and hit Li Qiang on the forehead with a brick.
Li Qiang was directly shot and flew three meters away, hit the wall hard, let out a muffled groan, and then fainted.
"It's you!"
Ma Long's pupils shrank.
Jiang He paused and said in surprise: "Did you recognize me? Impossible, I'm wearing stockings!"
Malone: “…”
Are these stockings of yours flesh-colored?
and……
You're dressed like this, with blue and white striped trousers on your lower body and a shirtless upper body. Are you so easy to recognize?
I complained in my heart.
Ma Long slowly pulled out the knife, licked his lips and said coldly: "Although I don't know if there is any misunderstanding between you and our Benlei Martial Arts School... You can defeat Li Qiang with a brick, and you do have some skills."
"But I see that there is no real energy flowing in your body. You should be following the pure body-refining method... You, a waste of body-refining, dare to take action against me?"
brush!
Ma Long took a step forward and slashed down the sword in his hand.
Under the stimulation of the true energy, there was even a little light on the blade of the sword.
Jiang He's eyes showed a bit of envy.
He grabbed the back of the severed sword and sighed: "It's really enviable... Being able to practice Qi, you can use some fancy sword skills that seem to have special effects..."
Ma Long's expression changed drastically.
He pulled the knife back suddenly, but it didn't move at all, as if the hand holding the back of the knife had infinite power.
He looked up.
He looked at Jiang He, who was wearing blue and white striped pants, with his upper body bare, and a flesh-colored stocking on his head, as if he was insane.
But he heard Jiang He sigh: "But I can't practice martial arts. I can't cut a 40-meter sword in this life, and I can't cut a scene that is thirty thousand miles away with a sword... Damn it!"
"It's all your fault, you bastard!"
"It's so good that I feel really depressed..."
Jiang He's hand was already pulling hard, and he took the knife and others to bring the Benlei Martial Arts disciple named "Ma Long" in front of him, then slapped him in the face with a brick and pushed him to the ground. Beat him up!
"ah!"
Ma Long screamed: "Brother, stop beating...it hurts, it hurts...I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."
Jiang He turned a deaf ear and continued to beat him on the ground.
Hitting and hitting...
"Huh?"
"Why is there no sound?"
"Did you faint now?"
