Chapter 7 Hotel 2

Zhang Tie took another sip of wine. I don't know whether it was because of excitement or wine. He Xiaozhuo noticed that a trace of redness had turned red on his cheeks, and even red blood had appeared in his eyes.

"In the world, the singers are collectively known as Liumen, which is also something that has existed in ancient times." Zhang Tie took a bite of the dish and suddenly asked He Xiaozhuo, "Can you tell me why the old man earns less? Why do those rooms earn more from singing?

He Xiaozhuo was speechy for a moment. This is not the problem he had thought about.

"Why?" Zhang Tieyi still asked unrelentingly.

"Maybe, maybe people sing better." Why don't you fully understand the music now, so you have to guess.

"You mean the old man is not good at pulling?" Zhang Tieyi said dissatisfiedly, "I can hear his sadness."

He Xiaozhuo was speechless. His heart was indeed moved by the desolate sound of the old man's piano. It was a distant and close confidant talk, ethereal and real, deep and sad, desolate and persistent.

"What do you think of young people's singing?"

"Very lively and enthusiastic." He Xiaozhuo asked casually.

"Yes, it is the nature of young people to be lively and enthusiastic. But don't you think their performance is exaggerated?

"Exaggerated?"

"Yes, the beautiful name is that they have a flamboyant personality. In fact, don't you think their performance is far-fetched?"

He Xiaozhuo looked at Zhang Tieyi doubtfully. In fact, he liked the singing of young people, and the warm atmosphere was also his favorite.

"It's very bold to sing while drinking, but looking at their weak little white faces, what else does Zhang Fei's boldness and Li Kui's domineering? It's worthy of graduating from college, but you can perform. Isn't such a performance far-fetched? Zhang Tieyi raised his neck and threw another glass of wine directly into his throat. It seemed that Zhang Tie's performance was very disapproving.

"So I tell you, one outside the house is a performance, one is a talk; one is imitation, and the other is true feelings. Do you understand?" Zhang Tieyi's mood began to get excited, and then shook his head, "Alas, how do you know without personal experience?" In the end, Zhang Tie seemed to be talking to himself.

He Xiaozhuo also saw that he was also showing his true feelings, and he didn't expect that he would be so easily excited with a beard. However, He Xiaozhuo still understood his words, because the old man's true feelings showed that he had just felt that the old man's piano was clearly talking about his desolate life.

"Bearby, I just said that you should go back to study and see if he graduated from school. Does he earn more than others?"

"You mean they made a lot of money because they graduated from the school?" He Xiaozhuo grabbed Zhang Tieyi's words and chased after him, and he also wanted to use this to attract Zhang Tieyi's annoying topic that made him go back.

Before Zhang Tieyi answered, he saw the fool lifting the spoon in his hand into mid-air, with a piece of braised meat on it. The oil in the trembling spoon had flowed to his hand, but he still persistently pointed to the direction of the stage, muttering words that no one could understand. At this time, there was also a fierce noise and whistle broke out off the court. , the sound of the wine bottle hitting the table.

He Xiaozhuo followed the sound and saw the charming woman on the stage, with dark eyes, bright red lips, red hair like fire, black leather vest, perfectly lifted out the chest, black leather quilt, tightly jumping the buttocks, knee-high boots, more slender legs And sexy. The woman took the stage in a hot atmosphere. First, she grabbed the steel pipe in the middle of the stage, and then squatted down to show an exaggerated POSS. With the music, she deftly climbed to the top of the pole, clamped the steel pipe with her legs at the top of the pole, freeed her hands, and kissed both sides of the whole audience. Immediately, the noise sounded again, straight Lift the roof. The woman grabbed the steel pipe with both hands, her legs loosened, and a roll fell into the air. Just as everyone exclaimed, she split her legs in mid-air and rotated along the steel pipe. The whole audience was full of thunderous applause. The whistle couldn't wait to drill through the glass, the knock could not wait to smash the table, and the shouting could not wait to tear the ceiling.

"See, that's the answer. Even this boy is dumbfounded." Zhang Tie pointed to the fool. At this time, the fool was watching the performance of the pole dancer like a wooden chicken, allowing Halazi to flow out from the corners of his mouth.

He Xiaozhuo smiled, and Zhang Tieyi suddenly found that there was something wrong with his words. The fool was already a fool. Do you still need to look stupid?

"Because everyone likes it, they can make money." Zhang Tie sighed, "But what do people like now? It's really full of thoughts and desires!"

At this time, the fool had come to his senses, smiled at Zhang Tie, and learned to shout:

"Full warmth...*** desire, full warmth...*** desire" looks very excited.

Zhang Tie put a piece of meat into his mouth,

"Can this still gag your mouth?"

The fool was intoxicated and ate happily.

Seeing the fool's intoxicated appearance, He Xiaozhuo couldn't help laughing.

"Do you think Miss Sisi danced well?" The host in a suit finally came to the stage.

"Good!" Everyone cheered in unison.

"Do you want another one?"

"I want!" Everyone coaxed again.

"Haha, thank you for your support. After Miss Sisi takes a break, she will bring us a more wonderful pole dance performance. Next, our Chengcheng Hotel specially invited martial arts masters, the 32nd generation descendants of the Beishan School, and the 62-year-old famous Qigong master to bring a mysterious and wonderful Qigong performance to Mr. Shanbei!"

Qigong performance! He Xiaozhuo stared. This is something he has always been interested in. Although he has a deep foundation of cultivation, he has not lost his fascination with Qigong since childhood.

"Hey, I opened my eyes today. I didn't expect that this 'hangzi line' also came here. I really don't know whether it's a 'tip hanger' or a 'fishy hanger'?" Zhang Tieyi had another drink, and then looked at the stage with great interest, looking forward to the appearance of the qigong master.

He Xiaozhuo rolled his eyes and said, "What did you just say?" After eating for a long time, He Xiaozhuo also had a certain affection for Zhang Tieyi.

"Oh?" Zhang Tie recovered and began to explain to He Xiaozhuo with the power of wine:

"This 'hangzi line' refers to practicing skills,"

"He is a qigong master." He Xiaozhuo interrupted his words and had a special deep affection for martial arts since he was a child.

"What about the Qigong master? When we get here, we are all called art sellers.

"The Qigong master has real kung fu!" He Xiaozhuo retorted.

"That depends on whether he has real kung fu or fake kung fu. This really kung fu is called 'tip hanging', and this fake kung fu is called 'fishy hang',"

"Does Qigong masters still have fake kung fu?" He Xiaozhuo was very stunned, "Isn't this Qigong practiced for a long time? Can you still be called a Qigong master if you can't practice it?"

"Haha, these days, except for my mother, my father may be fake, and everything is possible." Zhang Tieyi laughed.

"Yes, Xiaozhuo, don't you know how to calculate? Then why don't you calculate whether he is real or fake?"

"Forget it!"

He Xiaozhuo began to quickly hold gossip in his heart, and he did not believe that there would be fake Qigong masters. Zhang Tieyi asked, Zhang Tieyi is an old man, using Qiangua (Qiangua represents the old man in the eight trigrams), asking the mouth, and using the exchange of trigrams (the exchange of trigrams represents the mouth in the eight trigrams, extending to things related to the mouth). Now it is 19 o'clock. According to the theory of gossip, Qian Gua also represents Qigong masters, and exchange trigrams also represents gaps, incomplete and defects, that is to say, Qigong masters are defective. Does that mean that the qigong master is fake? He Xiaozhuo was very confused, which was the result he was reluctant to calculate.

It seems that we have to take a look at it.

Before the qigong master appeared, a long table covered with white cloth was first pushed out. The length of the table was about 1.5 meters and the width was about 0.6 meters. Because it was covered by white cloth, he could not see the bottom clearly.

At this time, the host appeared again and put a red brick on the table.

"Well, our long-awaited Qigong performance is about to begin. What needs to be explained is that we all know that Qigong needs to be calm and focused, so when we perform to Mr. Shanbei, I hope everyone can cooperate and keep quiet so that our 62-year-old man can perform successfully. Here host A Feng thank you first. After saying that, he bowed deeply around.

"Well, now let's invite Mr. Xiang Shanbei, a 62-year-old famous qigong master of martial arts masters, the 32nd generation of Beishan School and a 62-year-old famous qigong master, with warm applause!"

After a burst of warm applause, a thin old man appeared. He is not tall, with cloth shoes, a white practice uniform, fat and fat, thin cheeks, pointed chin, high cheekbones, a pair of big eyes are smart and bright, flat, and the whole person looks clean and neat, light and flexible. After playing, pick up the red brick first and go around the field, so that everyone can see clearly that it is an ordinary red brick. He Xiaozhuo also touched it with his hand. Yes, it was an ordinary red brick.

Xiangshanbei carefully stood the brick on the table and pressed the table with his hand to make sure that the bricks had been stabilized. Then he retreated two meters away from the table and stood in a crotch on horseback, calmly and slowly raised his right palm and aimed at the red bricks.

At this time, the whole audience was silent, holding their breath and looking forward to the upcoming scene.

Slowly withdrew his palm to Beishan and withdrew it little by little. After it was quickly and completely recovered, he quickly pushed forward and shouted softly, but the red bricks did not move. People's nervous hearts came to their throats, and their palms began to sweat.

He withdrew his palm to Beishan again, and his expression was more solemn and serious. He shouted softly, and his palm was pushed out again, but the red bricks were still motionless.

Just as people were puzzled, Xiang Beishan withdrew his palm for the third time, and then pushed his palm forward at a faster speed than the previous two times, shouting: "Hi----"

The red brick shook, as if pushed by a force, and moved forward - people immediately opened their mouths and opened their eyes wide.

No way? Is this the legendary Qigong?

The north mountain has not stopped. The palm of the hand stops in mid-air, still working hard, and the red bricks are moving forward at a uniform speed...

The whole audience began to applause like a storm, and the performance was successful!

Zhang Tie stabbed He Xiaozhuo one by one, "Kid you calculate it? Really? What's wrong?"