Peach Fortune Ring

"Do you need help?"

Song Yan handed the first aid kit to the woman and asked politely.

He thought that the other party would refuse, but he didn't expect that the other party was silent for a few seconds and said, "You come and bandage me."

Song Yan was taken aback for a moment, then nodded quickly.

He is a martial arts practitioner, and it is inevitable that he will be injured when practicing martial arts, so he has a lot of experience in bandaging traumatic injuries.

When he took off the woman's blood-stained cloth strip, he couldn't help being surprised, there was a wound five or six inches long on her lower abdomen, which seemed to be quite deep.

"Your wound is too serious, you'd better go to the hospital." Song Yan frowned.

"The people who chased me are very powerful." The woman still said coldly, but Song Yan could feel that her tone was not as cold as before.

Hearing this, Song Yan understood that since the person chasing her knew that she was injured, he would definitely pay attention to the hospital, clinic and other places. If he went to the hospital, he would be falling into a trap.

Then, Song Yan wiped off the blood around the wound with distilled water, then applied white medicine to the wound, and finally wrapped the wound with a bandage.

"Okay, you'd better not use force during this time, or your wound may burst at any time!" Song Yan warned.

The woman didn't speak, and put the leather jacket back on her body.

While packing the first aid kit, Song Yan said, "My name is Song Yan, what's your name?"

"I said, don't ask what you shouldn't ask!" The woman stared at him indifferently.

"It's fine if you don't want to say it." Song Yan pouted, picked up the first aid kit and planned to return it to the proprietress.

At six o'clock in the morning, Song Yan, who was sitting on a chair, woke up and saw that the woman was still sleeping. He quietly walked out of the room and went to a nearby breakfast spot to buy a breakfast and put it in the room. After thinking about it, he took out another 200 yuan Put it next to your breakfast.

When he walked out of the room, the sleeping woman suddenly opened her eyes, looking at the breakfast on the chair and the 200 yuan, her expression was a little complicated.

Back in the dormitory, Song Yan slept until noon, and the figure of that woman flashed in his mind. He really wanted to go to the hotel, but after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't go.

It can be said that he and that woman met by chance, and it is considered the utmost benevolence to do so. If he continues to get involved with her, it may bring trouble to himself or his uncle's family.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Song Yan walked to the martial arts hall.

Although the Zhaojiaquan Martial Arts Gym is a martial arts gym, it also has the nature of a gym. Compared with the evening, there are fewer people in the afternoon.

"Song Yan, have you not been here for a while?" He Yong said affectionately.

As Zhao Fengyang's big disciple, He Yong still learned the real skills. At least before he merged with the medium physical skills, Song Yan was no match for him, but he could fight with twenty or thirty moves. As for now, Song Yan is confident that he can fight with five moves beat him inside.

"Yeah, I've been studying hard during this time, by the way, Master Zhao is still filming?"

"I just had a phone call with Master last night, and the play will be finished in about a week."

A week is not long, Song Yan decided that when Zhao Fengyang came back, he must discuss with him.

"Song Yan, come with me, I have something to tell you."

Just as Song Yan practiced the equipment for a while, Zhao Xiaoyu suddenly appeared.

So, he followed Zhao Xiaoyu to the office, and the other party signaled him to close the door and said, "I called my brother about the incident last time, and he agreed to teach you and my three great skills of Zhaojiaquan, but you have to ask for help. He is a teacher."

Song Yan is unwilling to worship Zhao Fengyang as his teacher, because he thinks that his strength is not weaker than Zhao Fengyang. beyond.

He has no interest in worshiping someone who is weaker than himself as a teacher. Besides, he has heard about the rules of martial arts practitioners. He is a teacher for one day and a father for the rest of his life. He has systematic help, and he will fly thousands of miles sooner or later. , will only limit their own development.

So, he said to Xiao Yu: "Miss Xiao Yu, you misunderstood, last time I was just joking with you."

"Song Yan, what do you mean? Don't you want to worship my brother as a teacher?" Zhao Xiaoyu's face darkened, with a very dissatisfied expression.

After hesitating for a while, Song Yan still nodded.

"Get out!" Seeing him nodding, Zhao Xiaoyu couldn't help being furious, pointing at the door and shouting.

Song Yan didn't know why Zhao Xiaoyu was so excited, so he just smiled and left.

As soon as Song Yan left, Zhao Xiaoyu cursed at the air: "Bastard Song Yan, this lady has worked so hard to ask the elder brother to accept you, but you don't appreciate it, I am really mad at this lady!"

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Chapter 26 Kicking the pavilion

Song Yan didn't know why Zhao Xiaoyu got angry. After thinking for a while, he still had no idea. He didn't bother to think about it again. He went to the equipment area and increased the weight to the maximum and began to do bench presses. He did more than a dozen, but he didn't even sweat. a little.

"It's boring."

If it wasn't for Zhao Fengyang's attraction to him, he wouldn't want to come to the martial arts gym again.

"Who is in charge here, our Longwei Martial Art Museum will come to visit, come and welcome!"

A gong-like voice sounded, and everyone in the martial arts hall looked curiously, and saw a tall, bald young man with fierce eyes standing in front of the martial arts hall gate, with a long and narrow scar on his left face, like a The centipede crawled on his face, adding a bit of viciousness to him.

At the same time, an imposing middle-aged man in a black cloth shirt, with his hair combed back and his hands behind his back, walked into the martial arts hall with small steps, followed by two energetic young men.

"Look at this posture, they are going to kick the gym!" Song Yan thought to himself.

He Yong greeted him with a smile, cupped his fists at the bald young man and said, "He Yong, the manager of the Zhaojiaquan martial arts gym, what do you call my friend?"

The bald young man didn't appreciate He Yong's politeness, and scolded directly: "What are you? Let Zhao Fengyang come out to meet my master."

Martial arts practitioners are already full of blood, and they treat each other with courtesy, but the other party speaks harshly to each other, which is unbearable for anyone. He Yong's face suddenly darkened, and he stared at the bald young man coldly: "Who are you? Zhao Family Boxing Martial Arts School to play wild?"

"Well cursed!"

Seeing that there was a good show to watch, the students in the martial arts hall gathered together one after another and stood behind He Yong.

"Damn you! Dare to scold your grandpa, watch him!" the bald young man shouted, and threw his fist at He Yong's face.

"Good come!"

He Yong squinted his eyes, his eyes flashed, he strode forward, crossed his arms to block the fist of the bald young man, and kicked the opponent's calf with his right leg.

"Bang bang bang!"

Accompanied by a series of crashing sounds, the two confronted each other head-on, and the bald young man groaned and staggered back a few steps. He Yong stood motionless at the same spot. For a while, the students in the martial arts hall cheered for He Yong, and some students even ridiculed the bald young man. .

The bald young man's face turned red, and he rushed towards He Yong again while shouting angrily.

The middle-aged man with the back of his hair said: "A Biao back down, you are no match for him."

"Yes, Master."

The bald young man stepped back obediently.