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"There is a martial arts gym on Yunjing Street, about sixteen or seven miles away. There is also one in the south of the city.
I used to practice martial arts first, and I still have a little impression after inquiring about it.But I don’t know if they still do it now.”
"Which family has the most apprentices." Zhang Feng thought about it, "It's the rich one."
"It should be the one on Yunjing Street." Brother Tao scratched his head, shaking his dandruff, "I remember when I went to play there half a year ago, I saw their martial arts gym being renovated inside and out on the way. The facade is very bright
If they didn't make money, they probably wouldn't have rectified and renovated like this, right? "
"I have something to go out." Zhang Feng heard this answer, and walked directly to the gate of the courtyard, "I will leave the matter here to Brother Tao first. How much money is needed will be deducted from the gold and silver sold."
"Where did Brother Zhang say that?" Brother Tao hurriedly complimented, but in his heart he wished that Zhang Feng would leave quickly.
Otherwise, every moment he was around Zhang Feng, he would have the feeling that he would be stabbed at any time.
Zhang Feng didn't care what he was thinking, but nodded to the younger brother who was also scared at the gate of the courtyard, and left the courtyard.
Come to the alley.
Follow the various small advertisements pasted on the wall, and walk towards the entrance of the south alley.
On the side of the road, find another stationery store.
Make a copy of the prescription in the small package.
Zhang Feng checked it again and felt that it was almost done, so he stopped a taxi on the road.
Go east along the way.
At nearly four o'clock in the afternoon, I came to Yunjing Street.
At this time, the sky was cloudy, with a little cool breeze.
Under the big tree at the entrance of the nearby residential buildings, there are many people enjoying the shade, playing chess, playing cards, and fanning cattail fans, that is, the kind of rhubarb fans.
Come closer and inquire.
The martial arts hall is located on the south side of this street.
Wait for ten minutes and come here.
Zhang Feng looked around and saw that this two-story martial arts gym was indeed like what Brother Tao said, the upper and lower floors occupied an area of about [-] square meters.
The walls are painted with new paint, and there are four big characters on the plaque.
'Zhou's Martial Arts Museum'
Zhang Feng looked at the door and saw no one was standing, so he walked inside.
As soon as you walk in, you will be greeted by a faint fragrance of Zen and the tide of the cement floor.
Accompanied by the shouts of a master in the hall.
Looking forward, Zhang Feng saw that there were more than [-] students standing in the hall in the martial arts hall. There were several boxers in front of them, surrounded by old-fashioned fitness equipment.
"Practice well"
One of the strong middle-aged boxers walked around these disciples and said,
"The first is courage, the second is eye, the third is skill, and the fourth is dodge. This dodge is footwork, legwork, and posture. Among them, posture is the most important. Because if a person can't stand firmly, he can't borrow strength." ,hit what?"
As he spoke, he walked up to a student and suddenly pushed him, causing the student to stumble.
"It can only be beaten!"
"It's what the museum owner said." The student apologized and stood up quickly.
Master Zhuangshuo, the owner of this martial arts gym, shook his head when he saw the students' appearance.
At the same time, when Zhang Feng was looking at them, a boxer came from them and asked with a smile,
"Hello, are you here to sign up, or?"
"Look for someone." Zhang Feng replied with a smile, and looked at the owner again.
Because the curator is also looking at himself.
And the owner of the gymnasium saw Zhang Feng looking over, and saw that Zhang Feng didn't talk too much with the boxers in his gymnasium.
So he thought about it in his mind, and felt that something was wrong, so he greeted the boxer who was directing the students next to him, and asked him to look at the students for him, and then walked towards the door.
"Hello." The owner of the pavilion nodded his head first, then carefully looked at the scabbard of a wooden stick on the side of the leg, and changed it into a clasped fist,
"I'm the owner of this martial arts gym, my surname is Zhou. I don't know what this master means by coming here?"
"Zhang Feng." Zhang Feng returned the gift, and then looked at the students who were peeping over, afraid of affecting them, so he said in a low voice,
"Master Zhou is like this. The purpose of my coming today is not to come to our expensive library to study and sign up, nor to find someone, but to sell some things. I don't know if Master Zhou needs it."
"Didn't sign up? To sell things?" The owner asked curiously, looking at Zhang Feng's guessed scabbard.
He thought Zhang Feng was here to sell weapons.
Zhang Feng, however, took out a few prescriptions written earlier from his small bag and handed them to him.
"This is the formula of several medicines such as Diedajiu, Qiangshen Pill, medicated diet, and medicated bath. Regarding the efficacy of the medicine, I have marked them all."
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"Prescription?" Curator Zhou became interested when he heard the word "prescription", and glanced at it.
First of all, at the beginning, he ignored all kinds of precious medicinal materials, and directly looked at the efficacy of the medicine.
Looking at it, he saw that several prescriptions were prescriptions for increasing qi and blood and strength, and his face suddenly changed.
Because these are all the old man's martial arts secret recipes, authentic products, many of which have long been lost.
How can modern people have it?
At least he has opened a martial arts gym for so many years, and he has not confiscated a few.
But now this master Zhang gets several copies.
Look at this modern A4 paper again.
Even if it is a handwritten original, it may be a fake.
"May I ask." With his expression unchanged, he returned the prescription to Zhang Feng, "Where did you get this prescription?"
"A friend gave it to him." Zhang Feng handed him the Dan Fang again, "I know what Master Zhou is wondering about. But this thing is indeed a real thing from old age, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with it."
Zhang Feng said, patting the burden, "I'm short of money, and want to buy a century-old ginseng. That's why I'm going to sell these precious prescriptions, and I want to exchange some money."
False words may have flaws in small details.
Zhang Feng simply told the truth, everything was very natural.
And buying ginseng does not conflict with anyone.
It's just that Pavilion Master Zhou didn't believe what Zhang Feng said.
Because their martial arts gym also has its own prescription medicine, knowing what a prescription is and how important it is for a martial arts practitioner.
Therefore, if the prescription given by Zhang Feng really wanted such an effect.
He must pay a lot of money to buy it!
After all, the effect is several times better than his martial arts!
But it is also a big price, so be careful.
Of course, you can also take medicine first, practice first, and try.
But how to calculate the investment of energy, time and money?
"Master Zhang, I want to buy your prescription. It's just"
As he said, he solemnly clasped his fists, "At least Master Zhang must be a little real, let's talk about these things again?"
Master Zhou thought about it, and felt that the easiest, most effective, and fastest way to test whether a person's kung fu tricks and prescriptions were real was to try the person's own ability.
This is like meeting a fairy riding the clouds and fog on the road. The fairy said, I have an elixir in my hand, and I believe many people will believe it.
But a passer-by who came said, I have an elixir, probably not as many believers.
The owner of the hall had this idea in mind, to try out Zhang Feng's martial arts.
If the martial arts are high, it proves that Zhang Feng is a "capable person".
Then they must be willing to waste time, medicinal materials and manpower to try the prescription given by Zhang Feng.
If you don't have any martial arts skills, then you have to carefully consider the authenticity of the prescription.
You don't have to practice and practice, wasting time and money.
If it spreads out, if you are deceived, it will be ridiculous.
"What kind of regulations does the owner want to set?" Zhang Feng heard that he wanted to test his abilities, and he knew that he was serious, so he just returned the gift and clasped his fists, "Is it a hand, or a fight, or a weapon?"
"Want to compete?" The nearby boxers leaned towards this side, and they had listened carefully before, fearing that the owner of the gymnasium would be deceived.
"Is it for kicking the restaurant?" When the nearby students heard that there was going to be a martial arts competition, they immediately became excited, and their airs were relaxed.
"Stand on your airs!" Master Zhou turned his head and shouted at them, and then looked at Zhang Feng, but he said kindly, "Master Zhang, let me tell you first, if you want to join hands, you don't have to do it alone. gone."
"I understand the truth." Zhang Feng nodded, "Are you the owner of the gym, the martial artist, and the two boxers? You have to push your hands next to each other to count as a fight, right?"
"Yes." Pavilion Master Zhou felt a little sorry when he heard that Zhang Feng took over, so he said,
"How about this, Master Zhang, I'm the one who said it, and I'll be the master. Didn't you buy century-old ginseng? If your prescription is correct, and there are half a century-old ginseng in the library, I will promise it to Master Zhang. Then"
The owner of the gym pondered for a while, looked at the boxer next to him, and said a number, "Another 5 yuan will be promised to Master Zhang, which will be considered today's prize.
And when Master Zhang joined hands with our martial arts master, we will not ignore any injuries.Instead, they will send Master Zhang to the hospital and pay for Master Zhang's soup and medicine.
But the ugly words are up front.
If Master Zhang came here to joke, this"
The curator Zhou didn't say anything.
But the meaning is obvious, if Zhang Feng came here to make trouble and lie, he has no real skills.
Then they won't care if it's scrapped.
Master Zhou's brother is a member of the Wushu Association of this province, and he also knows many famous people, so he can completely suppress the matter of 'killing liars'.
Zhang Feng nodded and looked at the nearby boxers, "I understand the rules. The owner of the gymnasium also made the etiquette very clear, so I'm not greedy for cheap.
Since I came to the door today, whether it was selling things or studying, if something happened, I was dismissed by a few people, and I didn't have to pay for soup and medicine, and I didn't have to worry about it.It's because I'm not good at martial arts, and it doesn't matter to anyone if I die. "
"That's an offence." The host nodded and said to the students at the door,
"Hang the door, close the museum!"
"Yes!" Several students trotted to the door, and the door fell down with a 'crash'.
"Really want to fight" Seeing the masters really fighting, the students gathered around excitedly and formed a circle.
Zhang Feng put down the burden and Tang Dao, signaled that he was empty-handed, and then said to the owner: "Master Zhou, we are all agile people. Don't waste time, let the two masters help."
"Two people?" Master Zhou laughed a little. He felt that Zhang Feng was a little arrogant before he started the fight. He felt a little guilty about Zhang Feng just now, but it disappeared in a blink of an eye.
But he also felt that Zhang Feng might really have something, so he didn't veto it. Instead, he exchanged a glance with another master surnamed Li, stepped forward cautiously and said,
"Please."
"Please."
Zhang Feng clasped his fists together, and when they came slowly, he suddenly took a step forward, stopped in front of Master Li's eyes with one hand, passed through the owner's opening frame with the other, and stopped at his heart.
"Offended." Zhang Feng withdrew his hands, cupped his fists, and returned to the original place.
In the blink of an eye, the game was over.
But Master Zhou was stunned for a moment, and looked at Master Qian in front of the students with a bit of shame, saying,
"Master Qian and Master Zhang are very skilled in martial arts, please ask for advice."
As he spoke, he clasped his fists to Zhang Feng and said, "Master Qian is a martial artist in our gym, and I hope Master Zhang will teach you."
Zhang Feng didn't say anything.
But Master Qian felt a little guilty when he saw Zhang Feng subdue the two boxers with one move.
Although his martial arts is higher than that of the owner of the pavilion, and he is still a man in charge, he can deal with three or four strong men with his bare hands.