That night, Li Shu won a thousand yuan.

The boss still had professional ethics and did not drive him away, but his expression was slightly frozen and the corners of his mouth were twitching.

It was almost done. In front of everyone, Li Shu stuffed 300 back to the boss and Brother Nian, and left with 700.

Everyone present watched Li Shu go. At that moment, he was just like a passing knight.

The boss held in his hand the 300 yuan that Li Shu forced him to pay. He glanced at the money and then raised his head.

But by this time, Li Shu had disappeared.

After wandering around for a while, Li Shu went to the village and got a haircut, flattening the sides and shredding the top. Although it was not ideal, nowadays, the number of haircuts costing only 8 yuan is becoming less and less.

Nowadays, in the village, we no longer have to go to the market to buy vegetables.

Nowadays, convenience supermarkets have opened in the village, and they are full of food. Many villagers like to buy food in the supermarket.

Li Shu picked half a pound of raw beef and a pound of fresh shrimps and fish, which cost more than 50 yuan in total.

I found a small stir-fry restaurant near the supermarket, paid some processing fees, ordered two dishes, and sat down to wait for the food to be served.

The beef was used to stir-fry broccoli, and the shrimps and fish were used to make soup. He specially selected the beef shank with tendons and a little fat. It was very easy to identify. There was no need to worry about the store stealing the goods and giving him different ones.

of food.

After a while, three dishes and one soup were served. This was the most sumptuous meal Li Shu had eaten in recent times.

When you first eat the beef, it is hard and tough, and the beef has a strong fishy smell. It is obvious that it has not been starched and marinated.

The soup is good. These small fish and shrimps are the most delicious. Just throw in the green onion and ginger and add nothing else. The white soup is also very delicious.

There are also boiled vegetables and boiled chicken, which are quite satisfactory, but not bad.

After eating and drinking, Li Shu went for a walk inside and outside the village.

This afternoon I heard Lao Song say that there is a traditional martial arts gym in the village, but he walked through it inside and outside and found no trace of it.

He went to an old man and asked, "Grandpa, is there a martial arts gym here?"

The old man with white hair looked very energetic, but when faced with Li Shu's question, he opened his mouth wide: "Huh?"

"Hearing?"

Li Shu muttered, then leaned close to his right ear to amplify the voice: "I said there is no martial arts gym here?"

"ah?"

"I'm really deaf." Li Shu curled his lips.

Snapped!

He saw the white-headed grandpa slap him on the back, which made Li Shu jump in shock.

"Hey, I'm not deaf. What I mean is that I don't know what you mean by martial arts school."

Li Shu took a step back, frowned and said, "Then don't use too many hands. It's unlucky to face your chest and back your hands late."

After retreating, Li Shu noticed that the white-headed grandpa was all white, and he looked like he was wearing Tai Chi suit.

"Grandpa, do you do Tai Chi?"

"yes."

"Where did you do Tai Chi?"

"Now, over there, if anything happens in the morning or evening, a bunch of us will go there and fight."

Following Grandpa's direction, Li Shu saw behind a dilapidated wall next to a vegetable field.

After thanking his grandfather, Li Shu walked alone through the vegetable field and came to the place pointed by his grandfather.

When I took a closer look, I realized that there was no signboard. The courtyard should have been built by my own family. It was surrounded by high courtyard walls, and only the doorway was open.

No wonder the white-haired old man didn't know what a martial arts gym was. It turned out that this place had no name.

As soon as we entered, the lights were brightly lit, forming a sharp contrast with the lonely lights in the vegetable patch outside.

The yard is paved with cement, and a group of old men and women are doing aerobics, and the DJ playing music is deafening.

Li Shu walked straight into the house. The house was much more serious. There were a lot of equipment, including swords and sticks made of wood. There was also a lion head hanging in the high hall. The wall where the seats were placed was covered with orange certificates.

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Li Shu didn't need to look at them to know that those were children's certificates.

What caught his attention the most were the two wooden dummies in the corner. Now that Wing Chun had been temporarily upgraded, two of the three skills he mastered had reached level 2.

Even fighting is fast, and there should still be 4-50 experience points left.

Therefore, Li Shu didn't pay much attention or interest in the wooden dummy at this time.

The self-built building has three or four floors. There is no one on the first floor, except for the old men and women in the yard doing aerobics.

When you go up to the second floor, the ground is covered with soft cushions. You have to take off your shoes when you step on it.

There is a competition ring on the second floor, but judging from its mottled marks, I am afraid it is the erosion of the years.

"Hey boy!"

Li Shu looked around, was he calling himself?

"I'm calling you, I'm here."

Behind Li Shu came a middle-aged uncle, also wearing Tai Chi clothing, but in black.

"How is it? How can I help you?"

Li Shushou pointed around casually and replied, "I'm just taking a look."

The middle-aged uncle was quite enthusiastic, perhaps because the visitors were no longer the usual group of old guys from the village.

"Come up and have a look."

Unable to refuse the hospitality, Li Shu took off his shoes and came up.

The middle-aged uncle led him around and turned to introduce him: "Although our place is not a regular martial arts gym like those in the city, the teachers are quite powerful. Just like me, I used to be a Tai Chi performer in the city.

First prize, second prize in Bajiquan!"

Showcase competition?

Isn't it just like dancing or something like that? This kind of competition actually has no technical content at all.

"What do you practice, young man?"

"The Eight Extremes of Wing Chun."

Li Shu said casually.

The middle-aged uncle heard this and became interested: "Bajiquan? We can have a good time with each other, but I practice Huo's Bajiquan. Now everyone outside is practicing Wu's Bajiquan, but it's the same.

When unified, there is no difference."

Li Shu didn't expect that he would meet a fellow practitioner of Huo's Bajiquan here. He hadn't focused on Bajiquan for a while, so today he decided to practice hard.

The uncle waved his hand in front of Li Shu's frozen eyes: "How is it?"

"Two tricks?"

"Okay, let's pass two moves."

"Haha, don't say uncle, I'm bullying you. I've been practicing this for more than ten years. I'll be more careful later."

The uncle laughed and introduced: "My name is Tan Yu."

"Thank you in advance for keeping your hand. My name is Li Shu."

The opponents stood on the ring and held each other's fists.

In less than a second, the two of them were temporarily stuck together, unable to separate, and their hands and feet kept moving.

In fact, unlike in action movies, which are cool, neat and handsome, the sparring and sparring of traditional martial arts is not so beautiful at all, with one move after another.

They crossed their arms and legs, locked each other, and kept moving their hands, trying to make room to hit each other.

Li Shu smiled inwardly, seeing that the opponent's attainments in Bajiquan were pretty good, and he could compete with the young monk from Jialan Temple.

It's a pity that in my eyes, at this level, it's like an adult beating a child, crushing it!
Chapter completed!