MTL - Martial Arts Master-Chapter 710 City of martial arts

On Friday night, Zhaofeng Street.

Wearing black-rimmed glasses and controlling the face muscles to make a slight change in the building, walking in the middle of the bustling traffic, it seems as if the individual has changed, no one can see his disguise.

This belongs to the real easy-to-capacity technique completed with the realm of “three feet in the head and the gods”. Although it is difficult to “change” like a certain certain one, it can be clearly distinguished from itself.

"It's not a provincial capital, not a big city, but it's very lively..." Lou Cheng secretly swayed, watching from side to side, taking out his mobile phone from time to time, taking photos and sharing it with his own daughter-in-law who had just arrived in the classroom.

In order to prepare for a strong enemy, and the distance between the two sides is far away, the Dragon Tiger Club and the party arrived in Zhaofeng City two days earlier, leaving plenty of time to adjust the state.

After dinner, Lou Cheng pondered the corresponding video, intending to relax and body and mind, so he went out for a lap and became an incompetent traveler.

"Hey, I am not the kind of martial arts fan of Guo Jie, or need to be casual..." He silently laughed at himself and found that the street martial arts halls in Zhaofeng were everywhere, and there were even "practicing martial arts" on the telephone poles. Looking for a small school in a certain school, and the old Chinese medicine treatment of psoriasis and treatment of body odors are separated, it is difficult to distinguish.

After a few seconds, Lou Cheng remembered an interview program that he had seen. The play called Zhaofeng is the "city of the martial arts hall."

Daxing Temple has a good reputation. Those who want to come to the school are abound, but only a small part of them can be selected. The rest go to Qingzong, Yishanzhai, and Longhu-related martial arts schools to try again. Some stay in the local area. See if there is any other way.

There are also many disciples who leave the Daxing Temple every year. They either go home or go to a big city, or find business opportunities, stay in Zhaofeng, open a military school and a martial arts hall, and recruit a large number of students in the name of authentic pro-communication.

The people who first ate crabs earned a lot of money, the size of the martial arts hall was getting bigger and bigger, and the number of imitators was increasing. The Daxing Temple acquiesced in this behavior in order to compete with the state-led complete martial school system. In these martial arts halls, there are really talented people who have accumulated a lot of talents and later come to the fore. With the relationship between the disciples and the teachers, there is no doubt that they will be recommended to Daxing Temple. Even if they fail to see the eye, the two sides will inevitably remain incense.

Being in the rivers and lakes, more than one person, there will be more protection!

With such a year of development, the number of Zhaofeng City Martial Arts and Martial Arts Schools is amazing, and many foreign students, as well as their "accompanying" elders, have also driven local real estate transactions, rental markets, retail and wholesale, Industries such as vegetable planting, livestock breeding, security personnel training, and film and television company fighting team construction have contributed a large amount of GDP and tax revenue.

The Zhaofeng Municipal Government originally resisted such changes and felt that it violated the national policy of the country. Later, it slowly closed its eyes and even saw it.

In Huahai, in Huacheng, in Gaochun, in Moe, there are also many martial arts museums, but they still belong to the smaller "industry", and in Zhaofeng, this is a pillar industry!

It’s very interesting... It’s really a different city, with different characteristics... Lou Cheng looked at it and saw the plaques such as “Great Sorrowful Warrior”, “Daci Wu School”, “Daiyi Daochang” and “Dahang Temple Down Court”. Found that their business is not bad, training students during the day, the main fitness at night.

Click! Click! Click! He took a few photos in a row and was about to send it to Yan Yan. He suddenly saw several cityscape managers coming over and said with a serious face:

"Don't delete the photo just now!"

...... What is this with what... The building is foggy and the eyes are stunned.

He lowered his head, browsed the picture he had just taken, and found the city manager of the law enforcement street vendor in the corner of a certain one.

This is simply spattering damage... They are afraid that I will send Weibo and make a big news... Lou Cheng is stunned.

How can I be confused with the red armband lady, the city manager?

I don't want to delete my photo, I just want to punish me!

The corner of the mouth was slightly pumped, and waited for the city manager to say that he suddenly retreated and his figure disappeared and disappeared into the sea.

"..." Several city managers first glimpsed and then chased them out.

"I was in the martial arts hall that year, but I called it flying on the grass!" one of them said with excitement.

He had just chased a few steps and suddenly stopped. Because of the sea otters, he completely lost the trace of Loucheng.

"Forget it, we haven't done anything." His companion waved his hand and turned back. "The guy who saw it just now is an excellent disciple of the martial arts hall. That body, hey, I almost thought he was gone out of thin air."

In the Zhaofeng, the street selling skewers may be practicing the family, and may even be something like iron-clad iron heads. They have long been eccentric.

At the intersection in the distance, Lou Cheng sensed that they had not caught up, could not help but smile, and said to himself in the belly:

"Fortunately, I ran faster than Western reporters."

He did not affect his mood because of the previous situation. If a similar little thing is true, it is equal to losing himself.

"It was just fined again!" Lou Cheng deliberately exaggerated his message to Yan Yan.

Why should I say that again...

The girl happened to be in class, and asked with the expression of "sit and laugh":

"What are you doing bad things! Are you breaking the floor tiles of the people? Are you ruining the poor street trees? Are you breaking the chains of bicycles?"

"How can I say that I am just like a saboteur... I just took a few photos, you see..." Lou Cheng "helplessly spread his hand", described the previous thing, and he and I screamed for a while.

When the girl refocused on her studies, he continued to aimlessly. He suddenly saw a noodle restaurant very lively. The diners almost blocked the walking track. Some people even ate the bowl and ate it on the street. !

Very delicious look... Lou Cheng went to the past with great enthusiasm, checked the review website and found that this house is really famous, and everyone who has eaten is full of praise.

Just as he was going to squeeze in to order, he suddenly found a diners on the side of the road.

Staring at him, he was shocked.

I rub, this is not Lu Yan Lu coach!

Although he also distorted the facial muscles and changed his appearance, the serious feeling, the arrogant temperament that is not flattering, is still as outstanding as that.

He, he actually licked the road to eat noodles?

It's hard to imagine this is what Lu coach will do!

Perceived the gaze, Lu Yan suddenly turned back and saw Lou Cheng.

His face turned black, and he immediately turned his head and looked at the big bowl, as if to say that you admit the wrong person.

The scene was a bit embarrassing... The floor was moved into the corner of the mouth, moved to the footsteps, and went to the checkout counter along the team, paying first, then waiting for the meal.

When he got the local special noodles, he planned to go to the side of Lu Yan and made everyone's performance. When he didn't have to behave, he found that the coach had disappeared, leaving only a pair of chopsticks and one to eat clean and not to see a little left. The bowl is waiting for the waiter to collect.

I seem to hear that Coach Lu is roaring, who is almost like you! Lou Cheng laughed and laughed. He fell down and looked at the opposite side while sucking the noodles.

Opposite is a row of shops selling Buddhist supplies. There are so-called illuminating Buddha statues, various rosary beads, different instruments and scriptures such as "Shelili". This is also the characteristic of Zhaofeng.

“The noodles are really good...” Lou Cheng’s belly praised him. “Unfortunately, I couldn’t run into a living Buddha, or I could report the last hobby’s vengeance...”

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Daxing Temple, in a certain Zen room.

Shi Shan touched his stomach and looked out the window, and his mind seemed to have gone straight to various nightingale stalls.

There is only one reason to stop him eventually:

No money!

As a high-level member of Daxing Temple, he responded to the call of the abbot, "satisfying and self-sustaining", without any salary, anyway, there is a sect responsible for food, clothing, housing and transportation, and a monk, there is no other demand.

This is why he likes to participate in professional competitions and title battles. The prizes are all really handy!

However, for these bonuses, he only stayed for a small part, otherwise he would not have no money at all.

Sighed, Shi Shan Captained the "thank you letter" in front of him, which was the answer he received from the children who donated difficulties.

"I expect to be able to hold on to next month. Who knows that the mouth has been smashed too many times during the New Year..." He shook his head and laughed, walked out of the room and rang the door of "Ming Wang" Zhihai.

He has no psychological barriers to borrowing money.

Hey, in a rhythmic knock on the door, Zhihai came out.

Shi Shan is waiting for the opening, and his eyes suddenly condense, because the other party’s hand is similar to his own thank you letter.

"What is it?" Zhihai asked.

"It's okay." Shi Shanhe smiled and turned and walked. "Go back to sleep and go back to sleep!"

"The language of the machine front ... is not a reincarnation of the living Buddha." "Ming Wang" Zhihai looked at his back, a serious feeling, and pondered the deep Zen.

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On Sunday afternoon, the Dragon Tiger Club and the team set foot on the layer of stone steps leading to the Daxing Temple.