This time the protagonist doesn't obey, I quit

At this moment, the lights in the room flicked on.

Aunt Zhou appeared at the door with some injuries on her face.

"Aunt Zhou!"

Shen Muxuan looked excited, and rushed over: "Aunt Zhou, you are back, do you know how worried we are about you!"

"You, why are you two at my house?" Aunt Zhou asked in astonishment.

"Aunt Zhou, you've been missing for a day. Where did you go? We have called the police."

An Yi looked at the injury on her face, and said in a serious voice: "What's the matter with the injury?"

"I went to the scenic spot to play. I was exhausted all day. I can't rest for a day. My phone is dead."

Aunt Zhou touched the bruise on her face, and said angrily: "I met a wicked woman with no quality in the scenic spot, and they started fighting after arguing and arguing. The attack was really ruthless!"

"Yes, but..."

Shen Muxuan just wanted to say that she was taken away by two men.

At this time, An Yi interrupted her, and said with a smile, "I'll just say, how could Aunt Zhou disappear, but people who can make you suffer are rare, and I really want to see them when I have time."

"Damn child, you just want to see your aunt make a fool of yourself, don't you?"

Aunt Zhou glared at him, and then said: "Have you eaten yet, Auntie will cook some dishes for you."

"I've already eaten, Aunt Zhou. If it's okay, let's go back first. Good night."

An Yi said with a smile, grabbed Shen Muxuan who was hesitant to speak, and dragged her out.

Send the two away and close the door.

Aunt Zhou, who had been smiling all the time, showed a bit of exhaustion on her face.

She stared at the ceiling in a daze, leaning her back against the door, her body seemed to have exhausted her strength, and slowly slid down.

Tears pattered down the cheeks.

A whimpering cry echoed in the room.

……

Back at the rental house, Shen Muxuan asked An Yi angrily: "An Yi! Aunt Zhou was taken away by two people, why didn't you tell me!"

"Are you hungry, I'll cook a bowl of noodles for you?"

An Yi asked lightly.

Shen Muxuan looked at him with big eyes angrily, and then said: "Hungry."

While eating the instant noodles, Shen Muxuan still couldn't help being curious, looking at the calm An Yi, she wanted to ask but dared not.

An Yi usually acts like a fool, but when he really becomes quiet, his face is stern, which is actually very intimidating.

"I will investigate this matter tomorrow."

An Yi looked at Shen Muxuan who was holding the instant noodle bowl and staring at him eagerly, and said helplessly.

"Ah."

After receiving An Yi's affirmative answer, Shen Muxuan began to eat in peace.

Night, quietly.

In Jiangbei City, a martial arts gym was still brightly lit.

A teenager, shirtless.

Punch after punch hit the sandbag.

The heavy sandbag was swayed from side to side by the harsh punch.

The young man has a handsome appearance, but he is only sixteen or seventeen years old, but his kung fu is not weak, and his every move is methodical.

"It's so late, who's inside."

A middle-aged man in Taoist uniform with a stern and unsmiling face came to the martial arts hall. Seeing that the lights were still on, he couldn't help walking in.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the young man quickly stopped his hands, his face changed slightly, and to the middle-aged man who came in, he hurriedly said: "Curator! Yes, I'm sorry!"

Seeing the young man, the middle-aged man frowned slightly and said, "I seem to remember you, your name is..."

"Fang Jueming!"

The boy quickly replied seriously.

Chapter 76 Sorry, I Have a Master

"Fang Jueming?"

After hearing this, the old-fashioned middle-aged man thought of something, and said thoughtfully, "The Fang Family, Guwu Flash Fist?"

Fang Jueming lowered his head, hesitated for a while, and replied in a trembling voice, "Exactly."

The middle-aged man pondered slightly.

He had heard of the Fang family, and among the ancient martial arts family, they were no longer considered ancient martial arts.

Not long ago, the current Patriarch of the Fang family was pinched to death by a killer, and became a joke in the entire Gu Wu family circle.

After all, not everyone can be called a warrior, and the existence of such people only lowers their qualifications.

Flash Fist, this set of boxing that once caused a sensation in the entire martial arts world, now there are only two or three punches left to survive, what qualifications can it be called ancient martial arts!

The middle-aged man glanced at the fist marks on the sandbag, and said calmly: "You are invited to clean the gymnasium, not to let you practice boxing!"

Warriors are different from ordinary people, so the filling in the sandbags is also different, it is a substance called grit.

But under Fang Jueming's fist strength, the whole sandbag appeared to be broken.

He just saw that Fang Jueming's fist strength is not terrifying, it can only show that he has been hammering sandbags one after another!

Fang Jueming's expression changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Curator, I won't delay my work when I practice boxing, even if I don't need salary, please don't drive me away."

Looking at Fang Jueming's hand, the curator's expression changed slightly.

On his hands, blood appeared faintly, and there were healed blood scabs on the fist bones.

People who learn ancient martial arts will take extra care to protect their bodies. This kid obviously pays great attention to this point, but even so, he still practiced himself until his hands were covered with blood.

The curator's tone eased, and he said leisurely: "Starting tomorrow, you can practice boxing with Dawu and the others."

Hearing this sentence, Fang Jueming was stunned.

Dawu and the others are students in the martial arts school, and being able to practice boxing with them means...

Fang Jueming said dully: "The curator..."

The curator waved his hand and said seriously: "Call Master from now on, I value you very much."

The name of the curator is Wu Tong.

If anyone knows him, he must know his other name, cold face ax fist!

The fists open and close, like a heavy axe, making it difficult to parry.

Relying on this fierce fist, Wu Tong once shocked the entire martial arts world!

Hearing that Wu Tong wanted to accept him as an apprentice, Fang Jueming was slightly taken aback. After gritting his teeth, he clasped his fists and said respectfully: "Thank you for the curator's favor, but I already have a master."

"Is there a master?"

Wu Tong frowned slightly.

He wanted to accept disciples, and I don't know how many people have sharpened their heads and wanted to be his disciples, but this kid actually refused!

"Do you know who I am?" Wu Tong asked leisurely.

"Cold-faced ax punch! I've heard of the curator's reputation when I was young."

Fang Jueming did not hide it, and said solemnly.

Wu Tong's lips moved slightly.

He also understands that being a teacher for one day is a father for life.

According to the ancient martial arts rules, after appreciating a master, one should respect the master as a father, and one should not have half-hearted intentions.

But in this era when the ancient martial arts have withered, there are still people who will cling to the rules passed down from their ancestors.

Wu Tong said indifferently: "In this case, then you won't be called master and apprentice. You should go to bed early and gather at the boxing arena at [-] o'clock tomorrow. The tuition fee will be deducted from your salary."

"Yes, curator!"

Fang Jueming's delicate face became flushed with excitement.

He succeeded, he never expected that he could really learn boxing in the cold-faced ax boxing gym!

All this is like a dream.

"Fang, you have to thank me for this! I want you to invite me to a movie."

Standing behind Fang Jueming, a girl in school uniform, with twin ponytails and a colorful lollipop in her mouth, said with a smile.

"Wu Shuangshuang, why are you here?"

Fang Jueming looked at the little girl dully, scratched his head, a little afraid to look her in the eyes, he hesitated and said: "Today, there is no class today?"

"Practice boxing and practice stupid, today is already the weekend."

Wu Shuangshuang stretched out her tender little hand, knocked on his head and said: "How about it, my sister and I will go out, and dad will decide to take you as an apprentice. You are not too serious."

"You are younger than me."

Fang Jueming spoke earnestly, but suddenly his face froze: "Is the curator your father?"

Wu Shuangshuang: "..."

"Big idiot! Do you think your sincerity really touched my father?"

Wu Shuangshuang gave him a blank look.

However, she was still very surprised that her father could accept Fang Jueming as his disciple. After all, Wu Tong had confiscated his disciples for ten years, and those people in the martial arts gym were nothing more than students.

"My father had a hard time trying to accept him as an apprentice, but you actually refused."

Wu Shuangshuang's big eyes flickered, and she asked curiously, "I really want to know what kind of person your master is?"

Fang Jueming said solemnly and seriously: "He is very powerful! Very powerful!"

……

"Auntie, I came first!"

An Yi pushed the shopping cart, which was full of bread.

"You can buy so much temporary bread by coming first! There is no reason!" The aunt on the opposite side was full of righteous indignation.

"My mother-in-law has a big appetite, no!"

"Your wife is three hundred catties! Eat so much! Young man, let me tell you! If you don't give up this bread today, I will lie down."

"Oh, rely on the old and sell the old, you can lie down if you have the ability!"

Pfft!

"Auntie, get up quickly, the floor is cold."

supermarket door.

An Yi and Shen Muxuan gnawed on the bread.

After gulping down a bottle of mineral water, An Yi asked Shen Muxuan next to her, "Are you full?"

"almost."

Shen Muxuan nodded, and said seriously: "Let's continue looking?"

"It's not the way to go blindly. I'll take you to meet someone."

As An Yi thought about it, he casually threw the empty bottle into the trash can more than ten meters away from him.

At the end of July, the weather is hot, and the hot sun is scorching the earth.

The bricks on the construction site are extremely hot.