Chapter 59 Pheasant Martial Arts Museum

At least, Gu Le, who was bored, finally believed the old man's words and promised to follow him to test the truth.

"I can tell you that I am for everyone's safety and a righteous act!" The old man was obviously moved by himself: "I laughed to the sky and went to talk about the liver and gallbladder Kunlun!"

"It's stay..." Gu Le yawned and corrected his mistake. He unilaterally understood the old man's behavior as convulsions. If he hadn't been really idle and bored, he would never have followed the other party in this muddy water.

Pan Hongsheng gradually appeared in the vision of the two, looking listless and careless. Gu Le waved his hand at first sight: "Forget it, I'm really bored. I can do such a boring thing with you! I'm going back! Dota go!"

"Are you a coward? Just let you test it, and you will be scared like this?" The old man was a little angry: "Forget it, just forget it if you don't go!" I'm not just for myself, we're here to verify the safety of all teachers and students in the school! If he is really that kind of dangerous person, we don't know that one day if we accidentally offend him, maybe he will kill him..."

"I think you are mentally ill. Who cares about you? Do you need to verify it?" Gu Le sighed and patted the old man on the shoulder: "Is it time for you to find a girlfriend..."

"Look at it, I'll prove it to you now!" The old man's chest heaved violently, and he walked over to Pan Hongsheng with his eyes closed!

Gu Le put one hand in his mouth and whispered in a dumbfounded voice, "Don't go, that guy is not easy to mess with! Are you stupid to fight with the whole class?"

But the old father and son seemed to be moved by the reason why he weaved himself. He felt that he was the brave man who shouldered the safety of all the teachers and students in the school.

Every little person has his own ideals, and everyone has a little Ultraman hidden in his heart. Although the old man wears glasses and looks like a chicken and is less than 1.6 meters tall, he also has a little superman in his heart.

He is about to be a senior, but he lacks a sense of existence. Sometimes he even suspects that if you find a second person to say his name, no one will remember him.

He has no characteristics, his height is not outstanding, he is a little timid and not talkative. Sometimes he really feels that even if he suddenly disappears one day, no one will notice it.

Someone may like this feeling, but he doesn't really like it.

The eyes behind the thick glasses were round. The number of times he breathed per minute suddenly increased, and every cell of his body was trembling slightly...

Pan Hongsheng was yawning at this time, holding a magazine with the cover of a ** model in his hand. The model was very hot and took a very clever posture to cover up the key parts, which looked very powerful.

The old man's nervous appearance and the appearance of no return made the ancient music family, who was hiding aside, nervous, and the palms of his hands sweated unconsciously.

Pan Hongsheng slowly got closer and closer... It seems that his attention is focused on the magazine in his hand, and he sighed from time to time: "Oh! What a good figure..."

The old man suddenly turned around and felt that he was risking his life. At the moment he was about to meet Pan Hongsheng, he suddenly felt that his behavior was stupid.

"And! It's really gutless." Although Gu Le was a little disappointed, he was also glad that the old man didn't do anything stupid. He stood up from behind and was about to walk over to comfort the old man, but he saw that the other party suddenly turned around again and bumped into Pan Hongsheng fiercely with a happy face!

"Bang!" The book in Pan Hongsheng's hand fell to the ground, and there was a sewage pit on the ground, which soaked the magazine all of a sudden.

"Oh--" The old man felt that he had played big. At this time, he seemed to smell the grave...

"It's over!" Gu Le, who was hiding in the dark, covered his mouth with his hands and exclaimed like an actress in a Hong Kong film: "Old man, you... what's wrong with this..."

"I'm sorry." Pan Hongsheng didn't go to pick up the magazine. He looked at the old man indifferently and turned away.

"Ah?" The old man was ready to sacrifice his life for righteousness, but he was confused by the scene in front of him.

"What!" Gu Le came out from behind the grass and kicked the old man fiercely: "Is this what you said, the murderous demon king? You are so funny! I think it's quite normal, but it's you. Recently, there has been a lot of problems with nagging. I suspect that you are deliberately fooling me! Humph! If I had known that I had gone all night with them, it would have been boring!"

The old man was indefensible and stayed in place for a long time before he recovered: "No! This must be his protective color! This must be a cover-up!" The old man's curiosity was suddenly picked up even more, and he was determined to thoroughly investigate Pan Hongsheng's details!

Pan Hongsheng did not realize that the alumnus with glasses had stared at him. At this time, he was trying to figure out how to help Gao Jiawuguan gain a foothold in the capital.

There are many practitioners in the capital, especially in Daxing. The Wuguan market is mixed with fish and dragons. Many of them are people who deceive the world and cheat, but there are also some people with real materials.

The opening of Gaojia Martial Arts Museum will definitely shock them.

He asked Zhang Bowen to collect information about the martial arts school on West Street, and the result was shocked! The small West Street is a big place on the map of the city. Unexpectedly, there are more than a dozen martial arts halls! In these martial arts halls, there are taekwondo and karate on the stinky street, as well as fake Jeet Kune Do, Wing Chun, Tai Chi, Hongquan and so on.

According to the situation mastered by Zhang Bowen, most of these martial arts halls are two knives, especially those taekwondo halls, which are just run by one or two nine-rate players with rough fists and feet. The level is not good, but the price is very expensive.

Those counterfeit Jeet Kune Do are even more outrageous. Not only do they have nothing to do with Jeet Kune Do, but the facilities inside are also dilapidated and extremely simple. According to Zhang Bowen's on-site investigation, there are only a few self-made sand bags hanging up in a martial arts school, plus a few cushions. Several silly college students who look like college students are practicing their servants on the mat.

The final conclusion is that only the Wing Chun Martial Arts Museum in the middle section of West Street, Hongquan Martial Arts Museum and Baguazhang are relatively well-origin. These martial arts halls are taught by real heirs, and the facilities can also be taken out.

Pan Hongsheng is a little anxious. In this small place with a big palm on the West Street, how can he afford to keep so many martial arts halls? In fact, the bad thing is that the bad thing lies in those who cheat under the banner of the martial arts school. These people are not good at it, but they open the hall with a shy face to accept apprentices, and they are tireless to destroy their children.

He knows very well the level of Gaojia Martial Arts Museum, which is absolutely dozens of times better than these "pheasant martial arts halls"! But... the smell of wine is also afraid of the deep alley! The domestic martial arts market is actually very easy to mix. No matter whether you have kung fu or not, the cow will blow it out first, and then a few brothers will buy some cheap equipment and live together. Even if it is seen that there is no real kung fu, what? The tuition has been paid. Do you like to learn or not? If you leave, I can also recruit new students. These middle school students, primary school students and college students all entered the martial arts school with all kinds of ideals. When they left, they didn't get anything except out of their pockets.

At lunch, he chatted with several buddies in his dormitory. Of course, in a euphemistic way, he said that one of his relatives opened a martial arts school in Beijing, but he was robbed of business by a miscellaneous fake martial arts school.

Ma Xiaofeng seems to know something about it. He said that this kind of pheasant martial arts school is nepotistic with the local management department. Otherwise, it would have been banned long ago. In fact, there are parasites in every industry.

"Yes..." Pan Hongsheng looked at the plate of fish-flavored meat in front of him and was stunned. These parasites are everywhere, suppressing people with real materials everywhere. Isn't it just a martial arts school industry?

"It's time to kick the hall!" Li He tore a piece of braised pork ribs in his mouth and said vaguely, "I haven't seen those who open martial arts in the movie and TV series. You often don't like me. I take people to challenge when I see something wrong. That's so powerful!"

Li He was purely joking. Unexpectedly, everyone laughed. Only Pan Hongsheng's eyes were shining faintly. He was a little embarrassed: "Hello? Hongsheng, you are not really going to do this, are you?

"Frankly, that's right!" Pan Hongsheng smiled a little ferociously: "This is actually a good way. As the saying goes, there is no first martial arts, no second, and there is no ability to see the real chapter in the ring with one punch! These bugs have eaten enough over the years. It's time for them to vomit something!"

Pan Hongsheng was happy to eat two more bowls of rice. After eating, he felt a little tired and yawned loudly.

"You're sleepy. Go back to the dormitory to sleep. The time is tight at noon, and it's inconvenient to go back and forth." Euke Chen pointed to Ma Xiaofeng and said angrily, "After you left the house, this ** worm also rented the house. Now I don't know how many good women have been smashed."

"Go, don't talk nonsense. I'm all true love." Ma Xiaofeng seemed to recover from his last bitter love, and his eyes became slippery again: "I have a very serious, very pure relationship with those girls."

Pan Hongsheng hasn't returned to the dormitory for a long time. Without him and Ma Xiaofeng, it looks much more spacious than before. Grandpa Chen and Li He actually installed three desktop computers in the extra space. The computer was not turned off, and the interface was still on the battle platform.

"Now that you are not here, I don't have enough sleep..." Grandpa Chen complained with resentment, "These two guys are really perverts! I have to say that one person has one machine to be satisfied, and I have forced me to get one... Now we have classes during the day and dota at night, and we only sleep four hours a day... My skin is wrinkled..."

"Don't play too hard," Pan Hongsheng was a little excited when he saw the street, but his desire to sleep was stronger. He said vaguely: "If you stay up too late, you will get prostatitis..."

"Really?" When everyone reacted and inquired, Pan Hongsheng was already lying in Chen Gong's boat and fell asleep.