Chapter 26

Get up early, stretch your bones and tendons with a group of Jing Fu Sect disciples, and then tie sandbags to prepare for a day of exercise.

It may be that people are in good spirits on happy occasions, Su Lan's return makes Huo Tingen in good spirits, and when he wakes up in the morning, he seems to be refreshed.

"Chen Zhen, little brother, it's boring to run like this every day, why don't we come to the competition today to see who is faster." Huo Tingen said to the two of them while tying sandbags around his body.

Before Chen Zhen could speak, Xin Han rushed to say, "Okay, senior brother, how do you compare?"

Huo Tingen said: "We carry the same heavy sandbags and set off from Jingwumen to the father's tomb. We will treat guests to drink at the end."

Xin Han looked at Huo Tingen's provocative eyes and immediately agreed: "Compare, who is afraid of whom? Don't go back on your word."

He is still very confident in running. He believes that he is not as good as Chen Zhen, but there is still no suspense in winning Huo Tingen.

Chen Zhen looked at the two amusedly, before he could say whether to compare or not, the two decided for themselves.

Since Xin Han defeated Ah Ren and A Biao, more people have been exercising with Chen Zhen, but few people can persist in the entire training process. Huo Tingen is the only one who can persist besides Xin Han.

As the master of Fist of Fury, Huo Tingen wanted to face Fumio Funakoshi by himself, but the name of Japan's number one master weighed heavily on his heart like a mountain, which made him dare not relax at all.

Both Xin Han and Huo Tingen want to improve their strength in a short time, and the only way is to keep working harder and harder.

Others knew they couldn't run better than the three perverts, and they consciously didn't participate. Watching the three of them tie a 40-kilogram sandbag to their bodies, they clicked their tongues secretly everywhere, knowing that these three were going to play for real.

"Junior brother, is it okay? If not, I can lose some weight. Senior brother, I can let you go." Huo Tingen joked with Xin Han like never before.

Xin Han tied the sandbags on his legs, put on the sandbag vest and said: "Forget it, senior brother, don't lose your private money, and then go back and kneel on the washboard of the master's wife."

Huo Tingen's face was flushed by what he said, Chen Zhen couldn't stand it anymore, walked over and knocked on Xin Han's head: "Don't be so talkative, you boy, there is no big or small."

Xin Han grinned and tied the last sandbag on his arm: "Get ready, let me shout the slogan."

Both Chen Zhen and Huo Tingen nodded indifferently.

When the three of them walked to the gate of Jingwumen, Xin Han looked at the two of them and turned his eyes: "Get ready, run!" He had already rushed out when he shouted to get ready, and he had already run three or four meters away from the word 'run' Far.

The disciples watching in front of the Fist of Fury burst into laughter, and Huo Tingen and Chen Zhen could see the smiles in each other's eyes when they glanced at each other: "This brat."

The two of them didn't hesitate and then chased after them.

Xin Han's physical fitness has improved a lot after these few days of hard work, and his running speed with a 40-kilogram sandbag on his back is not much slower than his original speed.

But what made him dumbfounded was that before he ran a hundred meters, two figures flew past him like the wind, and Huo Tingen's laughter and cursing came from the air: "Little brother is treacherous, but it's almost too late to wait." Treat yourself."

"Damn it, it's not human." Chen Zhen was just strong. He didn't expect Huo Tingen to be so strong. He was only a little slower than Chen Zhen within 100 meters. It seemed that he was going to lose his money today.

Before running out of downtown Shanghai, Xin Han could no longer see the backs of the two of them.

Sighing secretly, it seems that there is too much difference between his strength and the two of them. With no hope of victory, he slowed down and returned to the usual speed of exercise.

Maybe it was because he didn't have dinner last night, or maybe he was exhausted from running just now, and he felt hungry and uncomfortably hungry. After looking at a small breakfast stand on the side of the road, Xin Han stopped and walked over.

I bought a bowl of tofu curd and four steamed buns. Xin Han thought to himself while eating, "Let you all run away. I'll talk when I'm full."

When Xin Han was munching on steamed stuffed buns, an old man in black came to the front of the stall, apparently also came to buy food, he turned his pockets with an embarrassed expression on his face.

Xin Han looked at the old man, and saw that he was wearing a thin black cloth clothes with a dusty face, a package on his back, and a black stick covered half with a black cloth in his hand.

Seeing his age, Xin Han couldn't bear it, and said to the boss, "Everything this old man eats is mine."

The old man in black turned his head to take a closer look at Xin Han, nodded after a while, and sat down without thanking him, probably because he was so hungry, he ate ten buns and drank two bowls of porridge.

Xin Han began to get a little angry, and he kindly invited him to eat, and looked at him as if he had some plans for him, but seeing that he was old, it was not easy to argue with him.

Seeing that he ate so much food in one go, he became worried, don't let it break at such an advanced age.

He reminded: "Master, it's almost enough, don't overdo it."

The old man turned around and glanced at him with a smile, "Do you feel sorry for money?"

Xin Han's face froze, thinking that the old man didn't know what to do, but he still said patiently: "Money is not a problem, I just see that you are getting older, and eating too much is not good for your health."

The old man nodded: "As long as you have money, the boss will come with ten buns and a bowl of porridge."

"..." Xin Han

The old man ate very quickly, he swallowed a big bun in two mouthfuls, and finished a bowl of porridge in one mouthful. He clicked his tongue when he saw Xin Han, and secretly guessed that this person was the legendary rice bucket?

After the old man finished eating, Xin Han bought two more breakfasts and planned to bring them to Chen Zhen and Huo Tingen, otherwise they would not eat him after waiting for him for so long.

After paying the bill, Xin Han nodded to the old man, turned around and ran to Huo Yuanjia's cemetery with his breakfast in hand.

"Young man, wait." The old man behind him suddenly stopped Xin Han.

Xin Han looked back at him suspiciously: "Is there anything else for the old man?"

The old man wiped his mouth with his sleeve before walking over: "Young man, you look like you are a martial artist."

Xin Han was not surprised. It was not surprising that his sandbag was seen by others, so he nodded immediately.

The old man said again: "Then do you know where Huo Yuanjia is buried?"

Xin Han asked strangely, "Why does the old man ask this? Do you know my master?"

The old man's eyes lit up: "So you are Huo Yuanjia's apprentice. I met your master several times in the past, and now I pass by Shanghai, and I heard that the old man has visited his grave."

"Senior is also a martial arts practitioner?" Xin Han was a little surprised. The old man was a little thin and did not look like a martial arts practitioner. The stick in his hand was more like a dog-beating stick. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a beggar. But since he knows the master, he deserves the title of senior.

The old man smiled: "That's right."

Xin Han's destination is also in front of Huo Yuanjia's tomb, and the old man is going to nod at the moment: "Then come with me, senior, I happen to be going there too."

The old man looked at him strangely, perhaps wondering what he was doing to go to Huo Yuanjia's tomb early, was it to deliver food to his master?

Xin Han saw his doubts, and told about the daily exercise and today's competition with his senior brother, and the old man was relieved.

In order to take care of the old man, Xin Han didn't run away at all, and led him all the way to Huo Yuanjia's tomb.

The old man looked at Xin Han's walking movements with some doubts: "You kid, you are not lying to me, no matter how you look at it, you haven't practiced kung fu for a few days, are you really Huo Yuanjia's disciple?"

Xin Han wondered how the old man could see that he had just learned martial arts not long ago.

There was nothing to hide, as the two walked and talked, he told the story of how he worshiped Huo Yuanjia and was accepted as a disciple by Huo Tingen on behalf of his father.

Then he asked the old man, "Senior, how can you tell that I haven't practiced kung fu for a few days?"

The old man curled his lips: "Needless to say, you walk with your foot on the ground and your toes don't grip the ground. Obviously, you haven't even practiced the basic skills well."

After hearing this, Xin Han was dissatisfied: "Senior, I personally think that this exercise is useless at all. Kungfu should be used flexibly. Standing on horseback is a dead horse, which is not good for Kungfu."

"Fart, that's what your elder brother taught you? It's really nonsense." Hearing Xin Han's words, the old man suddenly became angry and cursed loudly.

Xin Han didn't expect the old man to scold him, "Senior, I see that you are old and have friendship with my master, so I don't care about you. I hope you will show some morals."

The old man snorted coldly and said: "What? It's a bunch of nonsense, you don't want people to tell you that it doesn't make sense, you go ask the martial arts practitioners in the world who dare to say that the skills are useless, even if there are those who have no skills."

Xin Han refused to accept it and said, "My fifth senior brother, Chen Zhen, you have heard that he single-handedly overturned the people killed by the Japanese in the Hongkou Dojo, and none of them was my senior brother's opponent."

"Oh, there's another thing? It's quite a character." The old man in black obviously wasn't well-informed. Newspapers about Chen Zhen's kicking the embassy were sold like crazy, but he was surprised when he heard it, obviously it was the first time he had heard of it.

Xin Han was a little proud: "The words just now were said by my fifth senior brother Chen Zhen. He studied in Japan and combined Japanese and Western martial arts to create his own kung fu."

The old man in black was a little disdainful: "Japanese martial arts are nothing more than picking up my Chinese martial arts knowledge. It seems that although your senior brother is a man, but such knowledge is not in the hall of elegance. When I meet, I will teach Huo Yuanjia a good lesson." .”

A lesson to Chen Zhen? Xin Han wanted to ask, sir, you didn't drink too much, did you?

The old man in black suddenly changed his expression and shouted: "Who is it? Come out!"

Xin Han was taken aback, and looked around carefully. The two of them had already walked to the suburbs, surrounded by dead trees and weeds, and it was silent. There was no one there. This old man must be crazy.

"Senior, are you all right, how can anyone be there?" Xin Han was stunned just after he finished speaking, because eight men in black appeared around them at some point and surrounded the two of them.

Wearing black clothes, black trousers, a black scarf, and a Japanese sword in his hand, Xin Han couldn't help exclaiming, "Ninja?"

The old man in black didn't take the ninjas that appeared at all seriously, but he was a little curious about Xin Han's knowledge of ninjas: "The boy is very knowledgeable and knows ninjas."

Xin Han was stunned. He had watched the Fist of the Fist movie N times, and he couldn't remember when a ninja appeared.

Seeing that Xin Han was stunned, the old man thought that the young man who was arguing with him was scared and laughed out loud.

"Don't be afraid, boy, I have killed countless mice like this over the years, and these few are not enough for the old man's teeth."

Xin Hanxin said, just blow it up, and see what you do later.

To be honest, Xin Han was a little scared, he was afraid that he would die here and could not go back to save Serena, but he insisted: "Who is scared, old guy, stand back, and be careful not to hurt you when I make a move later. "

The old man said disdainfully: "I don't need you, they are here after me."

The leader ninja saw that the two didn't take him and others seriously, and cursed: "Baga!" Then several ninjas simultaneously jumped up with ninja swords and slashed down on the two of them from top to bottom.

Simultaneously besieged by eight ninja swords, Xin Han already thought that he would die, but he didn't expect the old man in black to take it seriously.

The old man in black swiped his long stick in his hand, swiped all the ninja knives that were attacking, and said with a laugh: "Just a few people dare to come and kill this old man, you Japanese are really going back as you live."

After the old man swung the ninja knife, he took a step like a stroll in the garden, and instantly got close to the leader ninja. Xin Han saw the old man's shoulder lightly leaning on the ninja.

There was a bone cracking sound of 'click', and the ninja who was leaned on by the old man felt like being hit by a speeding train, and flew more than ten meters away and fell heavily to the ground.

The old man didn't even look at the ninja after reaching the middle. The long stick shook, and the black cloth on the stick's head fell down, revealing a sharp spear end. It turned out that what he was holding in his hand was not a long stick but a big gun .

The old man shook the spear, and the bright silver tip disappeared from everyone's sight. When it reappeared, it had already been inserted into another ninja's throat.

He pulled out his big gun and kicked a ninja who was attacking Xin Han into the air. The ninja spewed a mouthful of blood in the air. There were actually a lot of pieces of meat in the blood. All shattered, no longer alive to see.

Then he turned his spear into a stick and swept out, and three more ninjas were shot and immediately flew out with broken bones and tendons, and they couldn't survive.

It was too late and then too fast, and in just a few seconds, he killed six of the eight ninjas in an instant. Akatsuki was a ninja who had undergone cruel training and was mentally tough.

Regardless of whether they were in a daze or not, the old man stepped in front of a ninja in an instant, and slapped the ninja's head with his palm, and somehow he slammed the ninja's head into the cavity with his palm.

The last ninja reacted at this time, and quickly stepped back and exclaimed: "You are Li..."

"You know it's me and you dare to attack, damn it!" The old man in black snorted coldly and kicked a bowl-sized rock away, hitting the ninja's chest. The huge force caused the stone to sink in directly. After finishing speaking, he hung up. I don't know what the old man's name is Li?

It was too exciting and bloody. Xin Han was dumbfounded the moment the old man made a move. Is this old man a humanoid tyrannosaurus?