"Master Yang, why are you bothering? If you are short of money to spend, it is not impossible to tell me, Li Gongfu, to temporarily borrow some money to make a living. Why would you even cheat children out of their money?"
As soon as Li Gongfu entered the door, he looked around anxiously and saw Xu Xian standing aside obediently, looking in good spirits.
He breathed a heavy sigh of relief and opened his mouth to accuse.
"You don't even call me master? Is that so realistic?"
Yang Lin chuckled.
At first, after the original man had been escorting for several times, because he had a little girl to support, he worked very hard, doing all dangerous jobs and earning a lot of money.
During the fight with some mountain bandits and water bandits, the Divine Elephant Prison Suppression Kung Fu left behind by the dead mother became somewhat famous. It soon reached the peak of the first level, and it was possible to shoot with thousands of kilograms of force...
Especially the one-handed prison-suppressing sword technique is very powerful when driven by the power of the giant elephant.
Although he couldn't understand a very subtle realm, ordinary bodyguards and gangsters were no match for him.
In this way, he can be regarded as establishing a firm foothold in the Chengtian Escort Bureau and becoming a popular escort.
Life was pretty prosperous.
But the good times didn't last long.
One time, when I was escorting out, I encountered a lot of trouble.
When the escort passed by the Taihu Water Village, an old guy who practiced Yinming Palm put a palm mark on his chest at the Tanzhong point, and he was seriously injured.
That time, although the bandits were beaten back and no escort was lost, after returning, his status was not as good as before, and he was gradually marginalized, and then he was dismissed with good words.
The Chengtian Escort Bureau was somewhat benevolent and gave him a sum of money for his retirement because of his considerable contribution.
After the original person left the escort agency, he had been struggling with the injuries on his body. He had seen some doctors and taken countless medicines. However, the injuries lingered and the yin energy penetrated into his bones, and he never got better.
When the situation turned bad, he just lay down without treatment.
He also bought a shabby yard in a slum area in the west suburb of Hangzhou and opened a martial arts gym.
Use the sacred elephant prison-suppressing skills and prison-suppressing knife skills passed down by my mother to teach...
I thought, since this is my true skill, I can still gain some fame, teach some apprentices, and earn some money.
It's a pity that maybe it's because of the poor geographical location, or maybe the original person really doesn't know how to teach his disciples.
No apprentice could learn his divine elephant prison-suppressing skill.
A set of prison-suppressing sword techniques is also lackluster, and there is not much that is surprising.
That year, Li Gongfu was still a young man. Because his family was poor, he borrowed money from here and there. He scraped together three taels of silver and came to the martial arts school to learn swordsmanship for three months.
At the beginning, this guy was very respectful, especially his master.
Later, I gradually became a little disappointed...
Because he learned it over and over again, and he didn't make much progress in the Divine Elephant Skill, but he learned the sword skill quickly, which is also a third-rate level.
The basic skills of the Prison Suppressing Martial Arts School seem to be used to fool people.
It sounds very mysterious and advanced. If you can't learn it, it will be useless.
Especially one time, the Zhenyuan Martial Arts School encountered a disciple from Mingwangtang who came to challenge him and kicked him out.
As the master of the hall, Yang Lin was beaten to a pulp by the opponent's second disciple, and was in a very embarrassed state.
It was simply a disgrace.
Since then, everyone in Hangzhou has known about it.
The Prison Suppressing Martial Arts Gym is nothing but a showman, and it means nothing in a real fight.
Moreover, the rumor that the owner of the hotel was once a powerful escort has become a lie for him to brag about himself.
Later, all the disciples left, but the original person didn't know what he thought, and kept holding on to this shelf.
Even if no one comes to learn from his master, he will not close the shop.
You must fight for your breath and hold on.
This lasted for many years.
His injury has not healed yet, and instead of improving, his cultivation has dropped to the early stage of the first level.
The only good thing is that no one will come to challenge me anymore.
When you become a piece of shit, no one will step on you anymore.
After the Zhenyuan Martial Arts School became famous in the streets, no one would care about it except for the apprentices who had come before, and no one would remember that true martial arts were taught here.
Huya knows these things very well.
She is the only one who believes that her master is very powerful.
Although, she never saw her master take action again.
However, she knew that she was getting stronger and her strength was improving day by day.
Every once in a while, she would polish the plaque of the martial arts gym, and would go around looking for people to solicit customers to promote her own martial arts gym as a great one.
Even if she becomes a joke in the eyes of others, she still firmly believes that the master will recover from his injuries one day and become powerful again.
Some of the past events of Zhenyuan Martial Arts Hall have long been dusty.
But the person involved still remembered some of it.
Especially Li Gongfu, he firmly refused to admit the sword skills and enlightenment foundation martial arts he had learned at the Prison Martial Arts School, because he was afraid of being embarrassed.
"Chi..."
Listening to Yang Lin's brazen claim to be his master, a young policeman next to him laughed out loud.
"Our Capt. Li has handled many major and important cases. He is well-known in Hangzhou Prefecture, and the prefect has great trust in him. You, a low-level martial arts master, dare to be so arrogant?"
"That's right, who doesn't know that Li Captou's most famous sword technique is the Thirteen Styles of Po Feng. It is a sharp sword technique that he created by observing hundreds of martial arts schools. Don't say you taught it, haha... …”
The other agent laughed so hard that he fell down and pointed at Yang Lin, his eyes full of laughter.
Yes, Yang Lin discovered that his predecessor was really not doing well. Not only did the neighbors look at him strangely, but the two police officers who followed Li Gongfu this time also looked down on him.
"Don't talk about my master."
Huya stood aside, a little reserved at first. She looked tall and thick, but she was still a little girl after all.
How could I stand it when I heard someone mocking my most respected master?
A pair of almond-shaped eyes had already turned red. He stretched out his hand to grab the black, broad-backed and wide-waisted door panel next to him, and swept it out with one sweep.
The little girl only knew that she was very strong, but she didn't understand the power of the sword technique at all.
Everyone is saying that the prison-suppressing sword technique is not good and that it is a fake kung fu trick.
She didn't believe it at first, but later, as time went by, she naturally began to believe it.
Therefore, she always thought that her strength was not very good.
At this time, he took action while gritting his silver teeth and using up all his strength to suck the milk.
Catcher Qian Li was laughing so hard when he saw the weird-looking little girl getting angry, and he smiled even more happily, "That's not true, I'm telling the truth..."
At this point, the black iron sword had already been slashed in front of him. Hearing the buzzing sound, his face suddenly turned pale.
Not only him, but the expression on the face of the policeman around him, Zhao Santang, also changed drastically.
Li Gongfu reacted quickly, turned around suddenly, and cut in front of the two policemen. His sword flashed like a sword, and he slashed three times in a row.
Ding ding ding…
The three swords looked different before and after, but they struck Hu Ya's unsharp blade at almost the same time.
Before Li Gongfu could feel relieved.
The iron sword at his waist shattered with a crash.
Not broken, but shattered.
A huge force surged over like a landslide and tsunami.
His arms trembled, a bright red flashed across his face, he held the handle of the knife and took seven or eight steps back with a grin on his face.
Fortunately, no one stumbled and fell to the ground.
When he stopped, his arms were sore and numb, his head was sweating profusely, and he couldn't use any strength in his body.
The two detectives opened their mouths wide, and as soon as they drew their knives, they were like swatting flies. They were swatted backwards with their knives, flying seven to eight feet, and hit the wall hard.
Slowly sliding down, he kept vomiting blood in his mouth.
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