The scenery outside the car window gradually accelerated and retreated.
Chen Qingyan's eyes still stayed on the girl who was waving her hands vigorously to say goodbye, but the distance became farther and farther away and gradually blurred.
"Stop waving, the cars are gone."
Shan Yue blew out a smoke ring speechlessly, then took out the folded paper from his pocket and handed it to the girl.
Xiaoyuan slowly stopped and looked at the direction the bus was leaving, without regaining consciousness for a long time.
Shan Yue could only retract his hand, tear open the paper, and then wave it in front of the girl's eyes a few times.
"A new commission has arrived. This time there was a murder in the apartment not long ago."
Xiang Xiaoyuan's eyelids drooped, he took the order form and started to read it.
After a while, he said: "You didn't allow me to accept this kind of commission before."
Shan Yue held one hand on his chest and held the cigarette butt with the other hand and took a drag. "You were young before, but now you have graduated from high school and will be eighteen soon. It's time to make contact."
He tilted his head and said, "The reward is 30,000 yuan, one month at most. No matter whether it is successful or not, you must leave the apartment."
"Who is the deceased?" Xiaoyuan asked.
"An old woman had her eyes gouged out when she died. I went to see her and she was very vicious." Shan Yue said, handing a pamphlet to Xiang Xiaoyuan.
"It contains the information I collected. After moving in, pretend you can't see her and test her character. If she keeps trying to hurt you within three days, you're welcome."
Shan Yue threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it a few times.
"Why is he going to Shenhai City?"
Shan Yue was very curious about this.
"Polang Martial Arts School." Xiaoyuan looked at the book.
"Martial Arts School?" Shan Yue raised an eyebrow, "I originally wanted to be a martial artist. Who has deceived this kid? There is no talent requirement for martial arts. It is indeed a one-way path, but the conditions for joining the martial arts are not low at all."
"Is it difficult?" Xiaoyuan couldn't help but ask.
"It's difficult. Out of a hundred people, only one to three can meet the conditions." Shan Yue seemed to understand this very well, "However, the most difficult thing is not joining the military, but after joining the military."
"Uncle, were you a warrior before?"
Shan Yue shook his head, "I gave up later."
"Why?" Xiaoyuan was puzzled.
"Because I have the talent of being an exorcist." Shan Yue raised a smile on his lips.
Xiang Xiaoyuan opened the booklet again and started reading.
Shan Yue lit another cigarette,
"Don't worry about him, you can see each other again in a month at most."
"I didn't." Xiaoyuan lowered his head and turned away.
"Hahaha, really?" Shan Yue looked at the horizon with emotion in his heart.
"As for Qing Yan, I believe he can join the martial arts." Xiaoyuan's tone was very firm.
"It's best for him not to join the martial arts..." Shan Yue murmured, then asked: "Is Qing Yan qualified for swimming?"
"Yes." Xiaoyuan nodded, "First place."
Shan Yue was a little confused. According to his investigation, it seemed that the boy couldn't swim before.
A person who couldn't swim suddenly won the first place in the swimming test.
"Strange......"
...
Chen Qingyan opened the car door, said thank you and got out of the car.
He raised his head, looked at the four characters "Polang Martial Arts School" engraved on the plaque, and stepped in.
boom!
Boom, boom, boom!
Drink!
A burst of chaotic sounds sounded.
Chen Qingyan's eyes lit up instantly when he looked at the men and women in the gym who were practicing boxing, sparring with each other, or constantly punching the sandbags.
There is an inexplicable sense of familiarity and intimacy.
"Young man, who are you looking for?"
A bald middle-aged man walked over with his hands behind his back.
"I'm here to learn kung fu."
"Oh." The bald middle-aged man nodded, turned around and shouted while walking, "Innocence, innocence..."
Shouting and shouting, no one disappeared.
The people around him glanced at him, stopped paying attention, and continued to do their own things.
Chen Qingyan waited for a while and found that no one paid attention to him anymore.
He looked around and didn't see the bald man before, so he started walking around the museum.
In indoor venues, the floor seems to be made of a special material, which is a bit like plastic and not very elastic. When you step on it, it feels like you are stepping on the ground.
The interior is divided into several areas.
The largest area is a rectangular open area, with only a few people sparring inside without any equipment.
There was a tall iron lump on the left and right sides. When Chen Qingyan took a closer look, he found that there were several iron arms like arms on the iron lump, and his fists were covered with red gloves.
He counted and found that the iron lump in front of him had seven fist gloves. There was an LCD screen on the top, and a thick layer of soft glue in the middle. There were still some fresh fist marks on it, which were passing by with time. gradually disappear.
Chen Qingyan recalled that there seemed to be someone standing here when he entered the door.
"Are you here to learn something?"
Suddenly a voice sounded from behind.
Chen Qingyan immediately turned around and saw a boy with a short hair.
"Have you brought any money? Thirty thousand yuan." The short-haired boy asked again.
"Bring it." Chen Qingyan said.
"Then come with me." The short-haired boy turned and left.
Chen Qingyan followed closely.
The two left the room and came to an office.
"Master, I am a disciple." The short-haired boy knocked on the door and said inside.
"Bring him in." A voice came from inside the house.
The short-haired boy opened the door.
Chen Qingyan grabbed his backpack and walked in. The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of unusually large feet. The size of the boots was at least fifty, and these feet were placed on the desk without any image at this time. A tall, muscular man who looked like a professional basketball player was holding a mini mobile phone and playing it with concentration, swearing while playing.
"Innocence, tell him the rules clearly."
The burly man glanced at Chen Qingyan and said casually.
The short-haired boy turned around and faced Chen Qingyan head-on, saying: "The tuition fee for our Polang Martial Arts School is 30,000 yuan. After paying the money, you can study here for a month. During this period, the food, accommodation, and equipment usage fees are all free of charge. , within this month, the master will make a training plan for you based on your own situation. After one month, if you cannot achieve the goals expected by the master, you will leave the martial arts gym. Remember, no matter whether you meet the expectations or not, Tuition fees will not be refunded, do you understand?"
"Understood." Chen Qingyan nodded.
“Scan the QR code to pay here.”
Chen Qingyan took out his mobile phone and paid the tuition.
"Take the invoice." Chunzhen handed a handwritten invoice to Chen Qingyan.
Chen Qingyan took a look and saw a stamp on it.
"Damn it, we lost again." The burly man punched the desk hard, and the desk actually made a shuddering sound like metal being struck.
Chen Qingyan's eyes were fixed on the strong man's hands, which were a pair of thick and narrow arms like a gorilla. The fists were as big as his head. If the fingers were spread out, they could even wrap around his head.
"Hey, aren't you afraid?"
The burly man stood up with a smile, almost touching the ceiling.
