After a long time, the wooden door was pushed and then pulled in, and a girl with white socks stepped on the bright and clean floor and walked slowly to the boy with her hands on her back and her eyes wide open. Bazaar Bazaar looked at the boy without saying a word.
The boy didn’t speak.
"Yuan Tianjun, are you dumb?" The girl finally couldn’t help kneeling on the ground and pouting. "You’ve been sitting for more than ten hours. Now it’s dark, or don’t you want to get up?"
This young man is Harada Youren, a Japanese. He said slowly, "I’m not dumb, I’m meditating."
The girl’s eyes shone brightly. "Are you going to challenge Harada Jun after meditation?"
"Yes" Harada Youren clenched his fists, stared at him with red eyes, and burst into a fierce murder. "God, I will continue to challenge and have to pick out the biggest fighting field here. A year ago, the copper face humiliated me."
The girl "Harada Jun" was a little afraid of his expression path. "Harada Jun, I’m sure you can be a talented warrior who has been trained by our four masters for a year. You are a talented warrior who hopes to win."
"Of course I must win."
"But" the girl is not worried. "This is, after all, the place of China. Lishui is the strongest place of black boxing in Zhejiang Province. Although you are very strong, you can do it in case."
"Shout" Harada Youren’s momentum has passed and he has quietly knelt down again. "I have dedicated myself to the martial arts. This time, I not only want to come to Zhejiang to challenge, but also want to use China fighters to sharpen myself. I have experienced a life-and-death struggle before I can really grow up. Don’t worry, I found it very clear that the black boxing in Lishui is the strongest, and there is no B-level master. Those famous fighters will take care of themselves and will not come to practice black boxing. I am not here to die."
The life-and-death training of martial arts lies in striving for life in death, not foolishly trying to use the gladiator’s arm as a car, which is suicidal.
If this Harada Youren can pick Lishui Black Boxing Hall in one breath, his realm will certainly take a big step forward.
Graceful worship looked at him and said, "Yuan Tianjun, you will be promoted to Hua Jin with the help of this sharpening, and when you succeed, we will be able to return to Japan." How about going back to the future? She didn’t say anything more, and her face turned red with shame.
"Grace, don’t worry, I won’t forget my engagement." Harada Youren suddenly got up and put her hands in her sleeves. "I need to go out for a walk now, just me."
"Hi" graces bowed their heads and should be gentle and retreated to one side.
In another pale long room in Lishui, there are six bodies lined up side by side, each of which is a strong body practicing boxing. The only unhealed wound is their fatal wound.
Six people, six wounds
Boss Cao has been frowning for 17 times in this peaceful place. A year has passed, but he has left a small beard with a pair of peach blossom eyes swollen and bloodshot eyes. It seems that he hasn’t stayed up late recently. It’s no wonder, after all, he has lost six fighters in a few days, which is killing him.
It is not him who is coming to see these dead people today, but the man with a clown mask on his face.
This man is about one meter tall, and his body is not extremely strong, but his flesh and blood are even. His every move is very harmonious everywhere. At first glance, he looks at Sven, but at second glance, he feels that it is not so gentle. It seems that there is a kind of unspeakable taste, as if there is a wild beast hiding in that body and eating at any time.
His mask is also very interesting. It’s the kind of Peking Opera clown who covers his face and reveals his mouth, nose and eyes. At first glance, the clown looks like he is laughing and crying.
This man, wearing a dark green surgical gown, has carefully dissected all the bodies of six cadavers with scalpel, and finally sighed and straightened up.
"Oh, you finally finished reading it." Boss Cao wiped his sweat and wanted to go out. After all, it is not interesting to stay with so many dead people.
"I’m finished." The clown man took off his surgical gown and rubber gloves, but he didn’t take off his face mask and slowly said while washing his hands.
Boss Cao couldn’t wait to say, "Let’s go out and talk about it."
"Not yet," said the clown man, touching his nose. "Let’s talk here."
"There are dead people here."
The clown man said, "Sometimes the dead are more honest than the living and don’t lie."
"All right," Mr. Cao agreed. "But Brother Xiaoyong, can you bring the mask? I always feel strange about you. You talk and act like a different person."
"Well, good"
The clown man took off his mask to reveal an ordinary face, which was a little pale and bloodless. It seemed that he had not seen the sun for a long time. This man turned out to be Qu Yong. After he took off his mask, he breathed a sigh of relief as if he had unloaded a heavy burden.
"That’s right, so I can get used to it." Boss Cao sighed. "You’ve been wearing a clown mask for a year and you’ve been painting fans’ makeup, which makes me seldom see your face."
Qu Yong also said, "It’s been almost a year."
"Yes, speaking of which, we have submitted the application for suspension from school since we came back from Qingdao. It has been a year since spring and winter," said Boss Cao. "I have been running this field given to me by my mother in the past year. You have painted makeup, played black boxing and honed your life and death again and again to practice martial arts. Speaking of which, you almost died of serious injuries three times in total this year, but you survived."
"Yes," QuYong walked to one of the bodies and said, "I remember this man’s name is Ye Jian. He is a D-level Sanda practitioner. Last year, I fought with him in the first game. That was the first time I played black boxing. He cheated me and almost didn’t die in his hands. When I won the game, there was no pain in my whole body. He told me that black boxing was cruel and bloody. Who knows that he actually died in someone else’s hands in just one short year, and it was a stroke."
Shanzhong point is popular in two breasts.
"I’ve got some information about Ye Jian, a Japanese who was killed. His name is Harada Youren, who showed extraordinary martial arts talent since he was a child. Three years ago, he formally worshipped Zhongshan Youzhen Gate, which showed a very high talent than himself. Since a year ago, the Taoist priest swept his hands in the Japanese war, and the four masters closed their own Taoist halls in the Japanese martial arts world. Among all the younger brothers, he chose two kinds of players and spent a year cultivating them. It’s just a matter of getting rid of shame one day."
"It turns out that this guy has such a deep involvement." QuYong nodded. "But my master has already left."
"Father’s debt is paid" Cao boss sneered. "These Japanese people like to talk nonsense. The Taoist priest is gone. You are still in the mantle. Isn’t it fair that they sent their younger brother to fight you?"
"By the way, Brother Xiaoyong, do you know how this guy trains?" Boss Cao said, "According to my information, this guy is practicing in Hokkaido ice sea."
"It’s a little crazy for him to dare to practice in the sea when the temperature in Hokkaido is so low."
"This guy is more cruel to himself and others," Cao’s boss said bitterly. "The most hateful thing is to kill Ye Jian, a king whose fighting skill is much higher than Ye Jian’s, but to kill his hand in life is too biting."
"This man is a man with a dark hand. He has reached the point of combining rigidity with softness, and he just needs to intensify his efforts." Qu Yong pointed to another corpse and said, "Look at this. His boxing is a waist-yang point, but after dissection, I found that his latissimus dorsi muscle is hardly damaged. Instead, this kidney is smashed, which shows that he has a dark interest."
Cao boss was QuYong so wake up also can’t help but nod a way: "That’s true, Brother Xiaoyong. Do you think this little day is stronger than you? After a year of tempering, you have reached the peak of dark strength. It should not be difficult to deal with him."
"I" QuYong looked up at the ceiling and lost in thought for a long time before finally mumbling, "I’m not sure I can say that I won’t know until I hit this question."
Boss Cao patted his chest and said, "Even if Kung Fu is almost the same, now you have dissected six bodies, and you know everything about him, but he doesn’t know anything about you. You are sure to win by knowing yourself and knowing yourself."
Chapter two hundred and forty-six See you in Taiwan
"See you in Taiwan." Qu Yong slowly put on a mask, and his tone gradually became firm and confident from hesitation. "I didn’t win all those opponents in the past, but it depends on who can step on who’s shoulder and break through."
The next day, there was a farmhouse on the outskirts of Lishui, featuring domestic chickens and live fish in the reservoir.
However, the real way around here is not a farmhouse, but a cover. In fact, it is a large-scale fighting field.
In this place, Cao’s boss and mother have been operating for several years, and they usually ignore it if it is too big. Besides, this black boxing is irritating and some people who wear official clothes also like to watch what they have done, and it has been going smoothly.
However, in the past few days, six boxers were killed in one breath here. When it became a big fight, it was still Japanese. Since the Yuan Dynasty, China and Japan have been bad, especially in modern times. It was a bloody feud between the two sides. Playing black boxing was just a stimulus and adding some strange ethnic contradictions. This last fight was simply exciting and the ticket price was extremely high.
In this field, except for someone who has to cover himself up, he will be picked in three days. In the past year, a newcomer has fled quickly. Every time he appears, he draws fascinated makeup and doesn’t talk much. After a whole year, no one has found out his origin. He seems to have been born in the ring, and now he has achieved the first champion in Lishui.
It is he who is going to fight today.
Qu Yong didn’t drive with boss Cao. He walked. In the past year, he has practiced boxing and integrated boxing into his own life. Walking is the best way to practice.
When he left, he followed Tianyi Road step by step in the same day, and adjusted it step by step as if it were measured by a ruler.
Only by thoroughly integrating life into boxing and being crazy can we make such rapid progress after every life and death war.
Until now, he didn’t know how important it was for him to lay the foundation for two years ago in the summer. If it weren’t for this foundation and the set of acupuncture and moxibustion, he would have been deeply injured. Don’t say that progress can not die. Of course, in addition to these, Boss Cao invited a first-class rehabilitation therapist to relax and massage his body.
That’s it. Qu Yong is confident in himself every step of the way. He saw the six bodies yesterday, and he also saw Harada Youren. When it comes to martial arts, the two of them are at most 50-50 sure, but he must win in life and death.
"Come on, beat you, and I will see the dawn of strength and become a real fighter."
This fighting arena is not a stadium for 10,000 people. It is quite similar to a circus venue. If you watch large zoos and have seen animal performances, you should be able to imagine that every zoo usually has a circus venue where the audience is responsible for clapping and applauding, and the animals are responsible for playing with themselves.