Bang!

I saw the big man standing there without even a point of dodging. Seeing that the hammer was about to hit him with a punch, he suddenly bounced and kicked him quickly, not even seeing his movements clearly. Then, after the "bang", the hammer was kicked horizontally by him and bounced out...

Fortunately, I shouted that, and he kicked the hammer out and fell on the ground for a while. I was only shocked and my body was not hurt.

Now everyone I brought was working, and I was about to pounce on it. I quickly shouted: "Stop! Stop! No one is allowed to do it!!"

I quickly stretched out my hands and pulled the two brothers standing in front beside me, and then used my own body to stop the person behind me. My face changed several times at this moment. I looked straight at the man in front of me, my eyes were even more complicated, but finally, I even felt that my eyes seemed a little wet.

I seemed to be unable to believe it, so I tried hard to wipe my eyes and carefully looked at the big man. Then I finally realized that I was indeed right.

Then, not only did I not get angry, but instead laughed!

I turned around and pulled the hammer from the ground. The hammer was not injured. But I shook my head hard and muttered, "Damn it! I didn't even understand it. This kick was wronged!"

I smiled and patted him with a slight tone. I even smiled with a happier tone: "It's not unfair or unfair. Not to mention you, I can't even hide from this leg."

I let go of the hammer and walked respectfully to the big man's ground. I honestly lowered my hands, lowered my head and shouted in a deep voice: "Senior Brother!"

I shouted like this, and immediately, everyone in the audience, except for me and this guy, was shocked!!

The big man still looked at me with anger on his face. He seemed to open his mouth to say something. But he seemed to hold it back again, just looked at me deeply with a complicated look.

I quickly sighed to the brothers beside me, "Oh, don't stand there, this is my senior brother, my eldest brother! Put down my fists one by one... Oh. No need to hit me, my senior brother, it's so easy to hit me like eating cabbage. Where are you opponents? Come and meet my senior brother..."

But my senior brother didn't give me face. He snorted at me, then lost his face and walked into the martial arts training ground.

I was left on the spot by him in front of so many people, but I was not angry at all. I just smiled bitterly and waved my hand to my subordinates. Siro was sitting in a wheelchair, and he looked shocked: "Xiao Wu...he, is he really your senior brother?"

I looked at Xiluo, and a guilty expression appeared on my face: "I'm sorry... Xiluo. He is really my senior brother... Alas, I'm here to avenge you today, but I didn't expect that the one who hurt you was my senior brother."

Xi Luo was stunned for a moment, and suddenly a strange light appeared on his face: "Damn! He is your senior brother! His kung fu is so awesome, he is actually your senior brother! Xiaowu! Your senior brother is from Baozhilin? You... are you also a disciple of Huang Feihong? Damn~! Damn!!" He was excited for a while, then sighed: "Oh, no wonder I can't beat him..." He seemed to see the guilt on my face and immediately understood what I mean: "Xiaowu. Stop talking. I understand your difficulties. Well... I also injured your senior brother's son. We both were almost injured. I didn't suffer any loss. Oh... just how did this matter become like this?"

"Baozhilin... I don't know that my senior brother is actually Baozhilin's person... Oh, no, is my master also a Baozhilin's person? But it's not right, my master didn't mention it back then!"

I looked at the gate of the martial arts training ground and my heart was also in a mess. I don’t know how many thoughts came out all of a sudden…

...

Back then, when I was ten years old, I became a disciple of my master. I originally thought that my master was an inconspicuous little barber in the county town, and I was just completely in the curiosity of a young boy. In addition, under the influence of martial arts novels and kung fu movies, I was inevitably interested in learning martial arts.

In that case, I left my parents alone to go to school in the county school. A boy was alone in another place and would inevitably be bullied by other boys in those schools. I am also a boy from another place. I have no friends, have a arrogant temperament and a tough temper. It is normal for me to fight with other male classmates. In fact, my parents sent me to the county school to study for my own good, because the county school has famous places throughout the province and the admission rate is very high.

By chance, one day after school, I fought with a few male classmates. I fought one after another, and finally I was beaten to the point of bleeding from my nose, the corners of my mouth were torn, and the school uniform was torn. The place where we fought was at the door of my master's barber shop. I usually cut my hair in this barber shop. My master is a seemingly kind old man. When he saw me being bullied by a few people, he came out to drive away the boys.

He knew that I was alone in school and my home was not in the local area. The master never had a son in his life, and seemed to like a little boy like me. He led me into the barber shop, washed my face, and took medicine to wipe my wounds.

Later, when he saw that I was beaten badly, he said, "Do you want to learn some skills? I will teach you both ways. At least you won't have to be bullied in the future."

Then, he taught him a few times... just two times. It was the most superficial way of grasping.

I didn't care at the time and didn't take such an old man seriously. But every two days, I fought with my classmates again, and in a hurry, I used it. Who knew that I would give the one who fought with me, the thickest and tallest sports committee member in the class... I was only ten years old at that time. I was a little thin and not tall. I usually couldn't fall down that guy even if I tried my best, but this time I easily knocked him down!

I was not a fool at first, and immediately realized something. That afternoon, I even quietly escaped a class and went to the barber shop to find my master.

I begged him to teach me again, but he refused. Later, I heard from my master that I was beaten so pitifully that I was beaten so hard, and I was cutting my hair with him. He also heard from me that I was alone in school in another place. It was quite pitiful. Seeing that I was bullied so badly, I taught me both ways, but I just felt pity for me and let me barely protect myself in the future.

The master naturally rejected me at first. But I had a sense of ruthlessness in my nature, and he refused, so I kept pestering me and beating hard.

Finally, the master nodded, but at the beginning, he didn't teach me real skills. He just asked me to follow him to exercise, but was actually still secretly investigating me.

The following things are much simpler.

I became the youngest apprentice of my master and the last apprentice of my master. I originally read martial arts novels and martial arts movies, but I thought that learning martial arts was to practice with a secret book. But when I really learned it, I almost couldn't bear it.

Not to mention anything else, it is just a horse stance, which is simply a life-threatening person!

There is also exercise muscles and bones every day, commonly known as "stretching big tendons"... in fact, it is to exercise ligaments!

The master didn’t teach me anything for the first few months, and just asked me to do some boring things. I really started to learn something, but after a year and a half, my master had done almost the same exam. I felt that I was a good person and had a tough personality, so I started to formally accept me as my apprentice!

There were four or five kids who followed my master to practice kung fu back then, including me, and the other three were all local. Unfortunately, one of my senior brothers later went to study in other places for two years, but because he went to high school and went to study in another place, he did not continue to practice martial arts with his master. Later, it was left alone.

But the general environment back then was like this. In this era, who would still focus on martial arts practice? In comparison, academics are still important.

I practiced martial arts with my master in total, from ten years old to eighteen years old! It took a full eight years!

I know that in eight years, I could not have learned any real profound martial arts. And the master has always told me clearly that among his disciples, I should have learned the least amount of skills in the earth.

The master has a total of five disciples. Among these five disciples, the one with the most powerful kung fu is naturally the eldest brother!

When I was a disciple, I was only ten years old, and the eldest brother was twenty-five years old! He was the only one of us who lived at the master's house because the eldest brother seemed to be a distant relative in the master's place... I don't know, anyway, that's what I said at that time. Although I have never seen my master pass by any relative in those years.

We are five brothers, and one of them left halfway through. Among the remaining four, although the other two are students like me, they are all local and go home every day. Only me, because I originally lived in school, but later I became a master, so I simply lived at my master's house.

Because of this, my relationship with my senior brother is also very good.

The eldest brother has been following the master for many years! When I entered the master, the eldest brother seemed to be twenty-five years old. I heard that he started practicing martial arts with his master at the age of eight... It is conceivable...

Master usually teaches us things, but he can't keep staring at us. Most of the time, the senior brother supervises us to practice. I was the youngest back then, and I got the latest in the entry, with the worst foundation. At the beginning, I was trained very badly, complaining during the day, and there was no place in my body that didn't hurt when I lay on the bed at night.

Sometimes, my senior brother would bring me medicine to my room at night, apply medicine to me and massage me. Many times, I would fall asleep in a drowsy way under his strange massage techniques.

The eldest brother is cold-faced. He doesn't like to talk too much or joke. Moreover, when supervising us to practice, he is very strict and never lets go. Every time we practice wrongly, sometimes the master will use rattan to beat people and punish us! But more often, the eldest brother will hit people, so we are all afraid of him.

But the elder brother also touched us. Every time we were beaten, the next day, the master would make winter melon and ribs soup for us to eat. Every time I saw the elder brother go out to buy vegetables, and when I came back, we three boys would cheer and rush up to help him move the vegetables into the kitchen.

Speaking of kung fu, the one I admire most in this world is undoubtedly the master! But besides the master, the one I fear the most is the eldest brother! The eldest brother’s kung fu is very good!

Because when we were practicing in the practice place, we kids could only practice on our own, but only senior brother, he could really compete with the master!!

But unfortunately, when I was fifteen years old, my senior brother left. He left his master's house.

I don’t know why the eldest brother left, but I just vaguely knew one thing, it seemed that the eldest brother went back to his hometown to inherit the family affairs. At that time, I didn’t know much about what the eldest brother’s family did. But at the age of fifteen, I also understood that practicing martial arts cannot be practiced for a lifetime, and the eldest brother cannot live in his master’s house for a lifetime. He is a man, he has to live, work, make money, and have to live his own life!

Can you eat martial arts practice?

The eldest brother has been walking for a long time, and the master is not in a good mood.

Later, I asked my master boldly. I asked him how many successful I learned from him.

The master originally would not answer questions like me, but when he drank some wine that day, he told me the truth.

The four of us brothers... the one who has left is not counted.

I probably learned about my master’s three or four successful husbands. My other two senior brothers are similar to me, but they are a little bit stronger than me. I really learned his kung fu. I am the senior brother!

The master said that when the eldest brother left, he had already achieved seven or eight points of his skill. Even when he was young, he might not be better than the eldest brother at the age of the eldest brother.

The master said that if the outcome is right, the eldest brother can really fight with him, and if neither side kills, the eldest brother may not lose steadily!

Back then, I didn’t know the world was so strong that I asked boldly: “What about me? How much can I win when I fight with my senior brother?”

I remember that the master glanced at me and smiled: "You? Your senior brother asked you to hold on with one hand and one step. Even if you can hold on for ten minutes, you will be diligent!"

I was a little dissatisfied at that time. The master smiled and patted my shoulder and sighed. He told me at that time: "Boy, don't be dissatisfied. Your ground bones are much worse than your senior brother, and your foundation is not as good as him. In addition, your temperament, alas... many things are not biased by Master, but I can't teach you! I'm afraid you can get into trouble! So, you can't learn a lot of my things. Your senior brother is different. Basically, he can take out all the things I have from my old man."

After pausing, the master said to me again: "I said, he asked you to hold on with one hand and one foot, it would be great if you could hold on in front of him for ten minutes. This is still good, it is calculated based on the current gap between you two. If there are ten years in another... the gap between you and him will become bigger and bigger!"

At that time, I was dissatisfied and expressed my disbelief: "I have been practicing hard for the past ten years, and it would be fine if I couldn't catch up with him. Why are he still being pulled further and further away by him?"

"Boy, practicing kung fu to the same level as your senior brother is no longer the same level as you. After he practices for ten years, he will be able to catch up with me. You are different from his realm. If you practice for another ten years, you can only add a little to your current basis. He... Hehe, when he reaches his realm, the more he goes up, the more obvious the gap with you... This is fate, and it is also a personal fortune, which cannot be forced."

The master has never deceived me in his life. According to his old man, more than ten years later, the ability of the senior brother is no longer on the same level as me... If I really want to fight with me... How long can I last under him?

The eldest brother has never come back since he left his master's house.

The last time I saw him was at the Master’s funeral, when Master passed away, and several of us brothers gave him mourning clothes. The elder brother rushed back at that time. That was the last time I saw the elder brother.

In my memory, what he said to me at the end, when the four of us brothers were hugged together, the elder brother said to us: "You are good at being a good person, don't let Master down..."

After pausing, the senior brother gritted his teeth and said to us: "If anyone among you dares to rely on the skills taught by the master to do evil, if I know, I will break someone's leg!"

Back then, we suddenly lost our master, especially me. At that moment, when we looked at our senior brother, we almost treated him as our master's shadow. We hugged our heads and cried, and the senior brother left. When the senior brother was about to leave, we left a phone number to us, but after I returned to Nanjing, I kept having a bad time and was not very satisfied. Later, I even sold my parents to get a house for me and worked in a nightclub. I felt invisible, and I always had a sense of inferiority and self-abandonment, so I almost never contacted my senior brothers again.

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