Chapter 126 The Immortal Caressed My Head, and I Received Immortality by Tying My Hair

"Xiao Li, oh, just your foreman."

Brother Jia waved his car keys.

"I used to decorate my martial arts studio for my senior brother, and I also introduced him to several jobs. He is considered an old friend."

"Xiao Li, he's not a bad person, he's just a bit smart."

"I didn't know you were my junior brother before, but now it's okay. I have my respect for my senior brother, and I won't dare to embarrass you even if I give him a few guts."

"Junior Brother Chen, just relax."

Chen Pingan nodded.

"Thank you, senior brother."

The fat man burst into laughter.

They had already gone to the private room on the second floor of the hotel.

The waiter who led the way bowed and opened the door.

Senior Brother Jia walked in swaggeringly, looked around, commented a few words that it was okay, then shook his head and said it was a bit bad, and I will definitely take you to a better place next time.

Chen Pingan was one step behind. When Brother Jia was commenting on the decoration of the box, he nodded to the waiter who opened the door and said thank you.

The waiter looked weird.

Chen Ping'an didn't notice either. He just followed Senior Brother Jia's greeting and sat next to his right hand.

"Hello, menu."

"Um."

Senior Brother Jia squinted his eyes and turned the page.

Without raising his eyes, he greeted Chen Ping'an.

"Junior brother, what are your taboos?"

"No problem, senior brother will make the decision."

Chen Pingan opened his mouth and finally nodded.

"Yeah, everything is fine."

"OK."

Senior Brother Jia agreed and handed the menu to the waiter.

"Young man, just fold those two pages and read them all."

"Okay, let's finish it all, right? What else would you like to order? Do you two want to drink?"

Senior Brother Jia sneered.

"What kind of good wine can you get in this small place?"

“Let’s get the box of beer first, it’s the most expensive one.”

"okay!"

The waiter gently closed the door and left the box.

Brother Jia slapped his car keys, watch and wallet on the table.

The force was so strong that the whole table shook three times.

He rolled up his sleeves casually, revealing a large amount of hair.

"Have one?"

Brother Jia shook out the smoke.

"No."

Chen Pingan said cautiously.

"Thank you, senior brother."

"Tsk."

Senior Brother Jia smiled.

"Still abiding by the old man's rules."

"No smoking, no evil, no this or that."

"Junior brother, I'm not talking about you, senior brother. We have all come out, and the old man has been buried for, well, three years."

"It was four years and six months. It snowed on the day Master left."

"Oh, look at my memory."

Senior Brother Jia patted his forehead.

"No, no."

He shook his head.

"This guy, when he gets busy, he forgets everything."

Chen Ping'an sat upright, staring at the clean tableware sealed in plastic film without making a sound.

"The old man is a very nice person, but he is a bit rigid and doesn't know how to adapt. He refuses to go down the mountain even if he is so good. What kind of rules are there?"

The fat man spat.

"Senior brother."

Chen Pingan said.

"Master has been gone for four and six months."

The fat man put his hands down.

Unhappiness flashed across his fat face for a moment.

It was only for a moment that Senior Brother Jia suppressed his discomfort and put on a bright smile.

"Yes Yes Yes."

he kept saying.

"Look at me, I've been so busy lately that I've forgotten everything."

"You always talk in vain, and you don't know how to control your mouth."

"Deserves the punishment, deserves the punishment!"

"Wait, it will be nineteen later, senior brother, I will punish myself with three cups first!"

He laughed.

The awkward atmosphere was gone.

The subtle atmosphere between the two due to the master's topic had been revealed.

Leeks were served and the table was full.

Senior Brother Jia picked up his chopsticks and greeted him warmly.

"It's been a while since you've had a good meal, come on, come on, you're welcome, feel free to eat whatever you want!"

"Thank you, senior brother."

"Hahaha, why should I be so polite to my senior brother!"

He took the initiative to give Chen Pingan a large piece of chicken drumstick.

"Come on, eat this. This is the only thing you like at Master's place. How about it? Senior brother, you haven't forgotten it!"

Chen Pingan smiled.

"Um, I mean junior brother."

After three glasses of wine, my cheeks were slightly red.

Maybe I think the atmosphere is about the same.

Senior Brother Jia put his arm on Chen Pingan's shoulder.

He sniffed out the smell of alcohol.

"I remember, you have three gold medals on your body."

"It's five dollars."

Chen Pingan said.

"And three silver medals."

"oh oh."

Senior Brother Jia didn't care about Chen Ping'an's attitude. His mind was filled with five gold medals, and he was grinning so big that it almost reached his ears.

"Five dollars, five dollars, okay, five dollars!"

He took a swig of wine.

"let me tell you."

He approached Chen Pingan.

"Senior brother, there is a way to make a fortune, so I thought of you immediately."

"Senior brother also knows that you are a kind person and have a straight temper."

"That's right, people with straight temperaments are not so easy to make money."

"Let's not have trouble with anyone, let alone money. Do you think so?"

Senior Brother Jia blinked.

"As for you, make some changes."

"Come to my martial arts school, senior brother, and be the head coach."

"One month, senior brother will give you this number."

He stretched out his fat hand, spread his fingers, and doubled them.

The words he spoke seemed to carry the fragrance of the ink from the banknotes.

"fifty thousand!"

Chen Ping'an's breathing stagnated.

Senior Brother Jia laughed proudly.

"How about it, it's interesting!"

"Senior brother, I don't want you to work too hard."

"Our martial arts gym is membership-based, high-end!"

"The people who come here are all white-collar workers and middle managers who make tens of thousands a month."

"I'm not saying that. It's just them. Junior brother, you also know that those with thin skin and tender flesh can't bear hardships, so how can they learn any martial arts."

Senior Brother Jia curled his lips.

"Just show your hands casually!"

"Furthermore, junior brother, all your skills are just hanging around in that construction site, isn't it a waste?"

"Are you willing to do that?"

As he spoke, the fat man patted his chest again and again and let out a long sigh.

"You are willing, but senior brother is not willing to accept it for you!"

Chen Pingan pursed his lips and his eyes flickered.

The fat man laughed.

He took out a Motorola.

Open and play the video.

It's very fast, it only takes a minute to load.

In the video, there is a wooden mannequin familiar to Chen Pingan.

A handsome young man in martial arts uniform let out a deep roar and punched out.

Just hear a muffled bang.

The stakes were torn apart.

Chen Pingan frowned slightly.

"This is?"

Senior Brother Jia laughed twice.

"Come on, there's more, keep reading."

A few more videos.

The same handsome young man was punching and kicking, and the props he practiced were smashed into pieces and exploded. The effect was amazing. At first glance, it seemed like the warriors in the novel had come to reality.

But Chen Ping'an couldn't tell.

This person seems to have a certain appearance, but in fact his muscles are loose and his strength is wrong. Not to mention a martial arts practitioner, he is just stronger than ordinary people. He is as good as a fitness enthusiast.

Can this kind of thing break a wooden dummy?

Chen Pingan was full of doubts.

Until he saw the last video.

One person took a black remote control and pressed it.

The next second, the strong wooden mannequin exploded and fell into pieces.

Chen Pingan frowned.

When Senior Brother Jia saw this, he thought Chen Pingan was worried about danger, so he laughed and comforted his junior brother.

""Don't worry, don't worry.

"Don't look at it. It sounds like a bluff when it explodes."

"Remember the slingshot we played with when we were kids?"

"Actually, that's all."

"It hurts a little bit, it's gone."

"There's no danger."

As he spoke, he patted his chest again.

"Junior brother, you don't even think about it."

"If there was really any danger, would Senior Brother still come to you?"

"That's definitely not possible."

Chen Ping'an stared at the torn wooden mannequin for a long time.

"Then this is?"

"Props, props."

Senior Brother Jia was cheerful.

"Those white-collar workers, as you know, junior brother, can't bear the hardships, but they still want to be good, they all seem to be dreaming."

"But don't tell me, it's just the money you have to dream about, it's better to earn it!"

"They want good skills."

Senior Brother Jia pointed at his cell phone proudly.

"Let's give him good skills."

Chen Pingan was quiet for a while.

Brother Jia is not in a hurry. As a businessman, you have to be patient.

He took a sip of wine, frowned, spit it on the ground, and cursed.

"What rubbish."

Chen Pingan glanced at the ugly puddle of wine on the ground.

"That, junior brother."

The fat man got a warm smile again.

"How about it, let's do it together with senior brother."

"Fifty thousand a month."

"You're not tired, just come here with your gold medal. Then we'll have a crash course. With your results as endorsement, senior brother will find a few brothers in the media to promote it, and the students will get as many as they want."

He vividly outlined a bright blueprint for the future for Chen Pingan.

So wonderful and charming.

Especially the monthly salary of 50,000 yuan.

Chen Ping'an is not a young man, it takes him many years to move bricks.

But ah.

He glanced at the phone screen again.

His eyes became firm.

"Thank you, senior brother, for still thinking of me."

Before the smile on Senior Brother Jia's face fully bloomed.

I heard Chen Ping'an continue talking.

"But I still have to practice."

"You have to stand upright."

"It's good to stay at the construction site."

"I won't bother senior brother to worry about it."

The fat man's smiling face sank little by little.

He narrowed his eyes.

He looked at Chen Pingan coldly.

The fat man took two bites of the food.

He wiped his mouth slowly again.

"well."

"Junior brother is older."

"Have your own opinion."

Senior Brother Jia grinned with a smile on his face.

"Let me guess."

"This is what you, Chen Ping'an, want to practice."

"Standing stake."

He scoffed.

"It shouldn't be that Hunyuan pile from the Yama Sect in the Children's Palace."

He laughed a few times.

Chen Pingan lowered his head and sat in the same posture as before.

"Junior brother."

The fat man put his hand on Chen Pingan's shoulder.

He suffered from the seriousness of his words.

"It's not you, Senior Brother Jia, who is throwing cold water on me."

"It's true, hey."

He sighed again, hesitated to speak, and finally gritted his teeth and continued.

"Have you never thought that Yama is just a movie?"

Senior Brother Jia looked heartbroken.

He looked completely considerate of his junior brother.

Chen Pingan frowned.

"That day, the teacher..."

"I know!"

Senior Brother Jia waved his hand, interrupting Chen Pingan's words.

"I know what you're going to say!"

"yes!"

"Then Yama is very good at fighting."

"That's right."

"It's just."

Senior Brother Jia said.

"That day, I went to attend an event in the city next door, but I wasn't there and I didn't see him."

"I heard about Yama when I came back, and it sounded like something."

"Senior brother was also curious. Didn't he follow him to have a look the next day?"

"The tuition fees are not reduced at all."

"But what about him?"

"Ah."

Senior Brother Jia sneered again.

"Tell me, junior brother, tell me."

"What kind of power?"

"What Hunyuan pile."

"I just heard the master talk about horse steps, and at most three postures. This is the first time I heard about Lao Shizi's Hunyuan Zhuang..."

"What kind of strength can you cultivate?"

"Hahaha!"

"I bother!"

A mouthful of phlegm.

"I think that kid is just a young man. He has no hair on his lips and can't do his job well."

"I guess I just read a few martial arts books on the street stalls."

"Then when my brain got hot, I came here and deceived you."

"Senior brother, I'm telling you, I've seen a lot of young people like this who don't know the heights of the world. I'm going to dig deep into my heart!"

"You are the only ones who are honest and have been deceived by him."

"If it were me, what about Yama? I'll let him run to see Yama on his own."

"Snapped!"

It was the crisp sound of a slap on the hand.

"Clang!"

This was the sound of Huo Ran getting up and knocking over the chair.

Chen Pingan looked down at the fat man.

"Senior Brother Jia."

He cupped his fists.

"I will call you senior brother for the last time."

"Teacher, he is very capable."

"If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense."

"and."

Chen Pingan pointed to the phone.

"You have no right to talk nonsense about the teacher."

He paused, still calm.

"This movie of yours."

Senior Brother Jia's face turned purple from suppressing his emotions.

"you you!"

"Good morning, Chen Ping'an!"

"The eldest brother is like father, the eldest brother is like father!"

"Have you ever talked to a senior brother like this?"

"Are you worthy of Master?"

Chen Pingan smiled.

He ignored the fat man's words.

Just talking about myself.

"Every November 26th."

"I will go back and stay with the master for seven days in the mountains."

"Little monkey, Ah Qi, big fat one."

"Some have been here for a year or two."

“Some come every year.”

He went to see Fatty Jia again.

"I never saw you once."

he asked gently.

"Senior brother, are you so busy just making money?"

The fat man opened his mouth and said something, but Chen Pingan no longer wanted to hear it.

"I remember, the master said it before."

"You can't make enough money in this world even if you die."

"Jia Dali."

He called the fat man's name.

"Can you sleep?"

"This time, for the sake of you and my senior brothers, I won't do anything."

"Speaking of which, the master had expelled you from the mountain as early as six years ago."

"Call me senior brother, it's a sign of affection."

His tone turned cold.

"If I don't recognize you, Jia Dali, no one can tell me what's wrong."

"So."

"If you dare to arrange the teacher's mistakes next time, it won't be right."

He handed it over.

"I, Chen Ping'an, am not talented, so I have to ask Jia Dali for advice on how to use my fists and feet."

The words fell.

Every word is sonorous.

Fatty Jia couldn't help but shrink back.

He hasn't really done anything for many years.

Otherwise, where did all this fat come from?

Chen Pingan turned around and opened the door.

Before leaving, he paused.

"correct."

He said.

"That time on the mountain, you ate all the chicken legs."

"I've never eaten it."

"You remembered wrong."

The door is closed.

After a long while, the fat man gasped for breath.

His forehead was covered with dense oily sweat.

"Okay Chen Ping'an, wait!"

He picked up the phone tremblingly.

His eyes turned cold.

"Wait for me!"

Called and was quickly connected.

"Mr. Jia, do you have any orders?"

I heard the fat man say coldly.

"Xiao Li, do something for me, brother."

Chen Pingan was fired from the construction site.

I haven't been paid for these days either.

The construction site is like this, with money being held back and only given after the person leaves.

Or don't give it at all.

"Captain Li, it's me, Chen Ping'an."

"oh."

"salary……"

"Ah."

There was a chuckle.

"I heard that you are very good at fighting."

"Kick me up if you can."

"Let's make it clear. You've offended people you shouldn't have offended. Don't want this money anymore."

The phone beeped and hung up.

Chen Pingan put down the phone.

I paid fifty cents to the owner of the small shop.

"One dollar and a half!"

The boss playing mahjong was impatient.

"One piece is missing."

"Uh-huh."

Chen Pingan touched his pocket.

He took off his jacket again, untied the thread sewn at the hem, and took out a coin.

"Let it go, boss."

"oh."

Chen Pingan turned around.

He heard the excited cheers of his boss behind him.

"Nonsense, one hundred and one hundred, give me money! Give me all the money!" "Lao Zhang is very lucky. The thirty percent change will be wiped out!"

"Hahaha, I'm lucky. Forget about this little money, just wipe it. I'm happy today!"

Chen Pingan touched the hem of his clothes.

This is my mother's repeated advice when I go out. Sew some money on the hem of your clothes so that you can have something to think about when you have no food to eat.

He looked for other construction sites.

But after seeing his face, the place that was originally recruiting workers was filled with people all of a sudden.

Hitting walls everywhere.

He remembered his master's reprimand many years ago.

"People who practice martial arts are most afraid of the strong bullying the weak."

"If we have killing skills but don't know how to restrain ourselves, then we warriors will be no different from those beasts."

Chen Pingan sat on the guardrail of the sidewalk, quietly watching the late-night traffic.

A long time, a long time.

Chen Pingan jumped off the guardrail.

Stand with both feet on the ground.

He slowly punched a long set of punches.

One move at a time, with full concentration.

The orange light hit the side of his face.

It shows a pair of clear and pure eyes.

Exhale.

Zhan Zhuang.

Chen Pingan asked himself.

"Do you want to practice martial arts?"

No need to hesitate.

There is no need to doubt it.

He heard himself answer firmly.

"I want to practice martial arts."

This is enough.

"This is it, Wu."

Han Ye could not hide the shock in his eyes.

No one can accept new things quickly.

So does he.

"right."

Lu Mingfei patted him on the shoulder.

"This is Wu."

He gave a smiley face.

"Congratulations, you're ready."

Han Ye was still stunned.

"Oh, thank you."

"Thank you Brother Lu."

Just in the morning, Han Ye told Lu Mingfei that he seemed to have gained strength through cultivation.

Lu Mingfei confirmed again and again that it was indeed very powerful.

Gaining strength means that Han Ye has truly entered the Kyushu Martial Arts.

At the same time, it also provided strong proof for Lu Mingfei's guess.

Just as he thought, in the world of dragons, only people or things related to dragons have the possibility of being extraordinary.

Such as mixed race.

If you are an ordinary person, even if you are as talented as Jian Xin Kong Ming, if you do not have dragon blood and are not a mixed race, there is absolutely no possibility of changing your destiny.

But ah.

People are divided into three, six or nine grades according to their bloodline.

Without the dragon's blood, no matter how hard you work, there is nothing you can do, and you will remain a mortal for the rest of your life.

Such a world.

Such a world.

Such a world!

It's really, really irritating.

Lu Mingfei thought unhappily.

Compared with this world, although some sects in Kyushu are ridiculous, they are superior.

But after all, they still stepped out from ordinary people.

Martial arts, martial arts.

This is a completely different power from dragon blood.

No matter how humble a beggar you are.

No matter how powerless life is.

It can also be grasped tightly and used to change the power of destiny.

As long as you have the skills, anyone can embark on the path of martial arts.

As for how high you can reach in the future, it all depends on you.

This is also the reason why Lu Mingfei is still obsessed with practicing martial arts even though his golden eyes have been ignited.

Compared with the ethereal dragon blood, the inexplicable spirit of speech.

He trusts the martial arts he has cultivated bit by bit.

Such a thing as fate.

Just for holding.

Lu Mingfei thought so.

And for this.

I want to practice martial arts.

At the same time, people who want to take control of their destiny.

You should also practice martial arts.

Everyone should have a road to heaven.

Whether you go or not is up to you.

But there is no way out.

If there is no way to heaven.

I'll just do it.

He asked Yuanyuan with a chuckle.

"are you ready?"

Yuanyuan nodded.

"Um."

Han Ye stood aside.

He suddenly felt a huge heaviness.

Like the torrent of history rolling in

He almost held his breath.

What Han Ye didn't know was.

A scene at this moment.

It will be praised repeatedly by countless people in future generations.

Lu Mingfei remembered that the Lingbao Sect, which was both round and round, had its own tradition.

Also interesting.

He just laughed.

Place your hands on the top of your round head.

I just heard the young man reciting it leisurely.

"The Immortal caressed my head and tied my hair to achieve immortality."

Open the door.