Chapter 29: Martial arts master in the folk

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At this moment, a heartbreaking roar came from the car next door: "Robbery! Someone is robbing something!"
The uncle on the opposite side was awakened by the roar, and this vigilance was really very high.
Cong Nianwei was still leaning on Qin Guan's shoulder, and the little brother on the opposite side was still screaming.
I saw a young man carrying a small black bag from the side car, and in the twisted car where everyone was sleeping, left jumped and jumped quickly to the opened door.
Behind him was chasing a middle-aged woman with messy head and vicissitudes of face. Her eyes were full of panic and helplessness. She was desperately chasing the young man in front, but she was pulled farther and farther away.
The young man looked at the door opened by the train and could boast about it in two more steps. For such a small station in the middle of the night, as long as he rushed out of the small door of the booth, he would be able to jump over the sea and be a bird. Fly away.
The middle-aged woman also realized this, watching the bag grabbers getting closer and closer to the door, her eyes gradually becoming desperate, and the pace of the robbers unconsciously slowed down.
The young man was complacent, and suddenly felt a strong force behind the neck, pulling him back. He tried hard, but felt his body was out of control and flew up in a swish.
A snap, the robbery young man, a scallion fell to the ground.
Qin Guan opened his eyes wide at this time, gently pushed Cong Nianwei from his shoulders, explained to Cong Nianwei the current situation, and got up ready to help.
That's right, the robber was returned by life. The person who shot was the uncle sitting opposite Qin Guan.
The uncle just stood facing the robber by copying his hands like he was watching a poor slug.
The robbed young man watched his success and failure, and got up angrily from the ground.
At this time, most of the people in the car were awakened. When they saw such a situation, they quickly reminded the owner who was still there: "Go and call the police."
"Just don't let people run away."
The middle-aged woman grunted twice, nodded gratefully to the crowd, and squeezed to the other side of the car to find a police officer.
The man in the car surrounded the young man in a small circle to prevent him from escaping before the police came. At this time, the young man didn't want so much at all.
He wrapped the robbed bag around his waist and threw it at the uncle. The uncle was very calm and only stretched out a hand. The young man had moved his hand before the uncle fell down.
"Slap!" A side split happened to fan the young man's left face, and the young man was fanned to the ground.
The young man was not beaten lightly, his eyes started to turn red, he roared from the ground with a roar, and planned to fight with the person in front of him, and then, "Slap!" A side split, and he was slapped to the right face again.
He covered his left and right cheeks, gasping, humiliating, sulking, making his entire face flushed.
The young man climbed up from the ground with a bone, took a switchblade from the pocket of his trousers, and snapped the blade out.
The sharp blade of the switchblade reflects the shimmering cold light under the lights in the train compartment. Everyone in the carriage took a breath of air, and all took a small step backwards.
The young man in the robbery also carried a murder weapon and was desperately trying to post. A few well-meaning people next to me hurriedly reminded: "He has a knife, be careful." "Yes, don't fight him hard, wait for the police to come."
The young man did not react too much to the uncle, and stabbed in the past with a knife.
The uncle did not panic. He made a start. The left hand moved the knife through to the side, and the right hand fanned like this again.
This time the uncle may not have left his hand, the young man was suddenly fanned to the ground, when! There was a heavy landing sound. The knife in his hand was also flung out.
There was a kind passenger next to him, kicking off the falling knife with one foot.
The young man, trembling and turning to sit up from the ground, he had been beaten a bit dazed. He stared at the uncle who hadn't put away the stance before him.
Qin watched the two of them, and the three or five rounds passed in an instant. He didn't help at all. Cong Nianwei also squinted at the seat.
The most exaggerated is the little brother sitting next to the uncle. His chin is like a dislocation. He has not closed it since the beginning. A drop of unknown liquid that is suspected of saliva is flowing from the corner of his mouth and dropped on the table. on.
When the uncle put away the posture, the police arrived and took away the young man who was beaten into a pig's head on the ground. He also asked the uncle to describe the passing.
When the police and his party left, the whole car exploded, and there was a lot of discussion and gossip. The real version of the martial arts master, three times, put a very sturdy young man to the tidy suit.
The little brother next to the uncle was particularly excited. He didn't sleep anymore, and he said to himself nervously: "A master, definitely a master. I saw it, saw that posture, and didn't move at all..."
It didn't take long for the uncle to return, and the policeman simply understood the situation at that time, and asked the uncle to return first. By this time the train had started again and left the small station.
The little brother re-examined the uncle in front of him with an obsessive and admiring look.
Look at the determined eyes, there must be a very deep internal force. Look at this low-key style, mostly master style.
Qin Guan also expressed his curiosity, opened the beer and poured a glass into the uncle's tank, handed it over, and drank some wine to suppress.
The uncle was also polite, took the jar and slurped half a glass with a grunt.
The little Gothic dog next to him took the cup that the uncle had finished drinking, put it on the table, and asked carefully: "Big brother, master!"
The uncle smiled casually: "Which is this a master, it's a far cry."
The little brother swallowed, thinking it wasn't enough? He continued to ask, "What is this trick? Can it be taught?"’
Uncle looked up and down the younger brother and shook his head: "This is a very common move in plum blossom mantis fist. It's very basic, but your small body doesn't exercise much at a glance. It's useless to learn. "
Later, he pointed to Qin Guan: "This little brother's physique is okay. Unfortunately, he is too old. It is useless to learn it now. He can only get himself some routines. When fighting with people, he can't lose money. "
Uncle Fu shook his head again: "I am bullying and bullying ordinary people, and I can't rank it."
After listening to this, the younger brother was extremely frustrated. He thought that his tiger body was shocked, and he encountered a peerless master. Seeing his bones were strange, he sent all his centuries of skill to him.
But the reality is that he hid and whizzed and watched other people fighting, but the master encountered one, the skill was not passed, but instead he was laughed at his thinness.
When he hadn't cheered up, he suddenly unfolded a pack of roast chicken in front of him, and he was healed instantly.
This package of roasted chicken was brought by the older sister who just grabbed the bag. In order to thank the uncle for his help, he gave the uncle's own grilled chicken.
The black bag contained middle-aged women's income from selling grilled chicken this year.
The uncle was also polite. In the thanks of others, he accepted the chicken. Also very kindly greeted Qin Guan three to eat together.
Cong Nianwei looked at the time, and after such a toss, he was too lazy to continue to sleep. When the food was present, he was entitled to supper.
As soon as the oil paper bag was opened, a scent flew out, and it contained a whole set of authentic Texas chicken.
The whole chicken was lying horizontally, with golden color and yellow to red. Uncle grabbed the legs and wings of the grilled chicken. As a result, the bones and meat were separated.
Let's divide it, and fill the mouth with chicken. The skin of the chicken is elastic, the meat is tender and tender, and the spices, Chinese medicine, and the aroma of the chicken are mixed together. Everyone eats the cheeks.
The uncle sighed while drinking beer: "It would be more enjoyable to have a glass of white." Then he smiled embarrassedly at several people.
At this time, the younger brother had no time to speak. He had forgotten the martial arts master sitting beside him, his idol. There is only one idea in my mind, and I will get off the train at the next station, and I have to nibble this chicken leg as soon as possible.
When the train arrived at the station again, the younger brother reluctantly said goodbye to a few people, dragged his luggage, and left the car. When he was out, he looked back at the chicken paper bag wrapped in chicken.
The remaining chicken rack was divided by Qin Guan and his uncle. Several people took a nap after eating, and the sky gradually lit up. The train also reached the terminal of the train.