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Chapter 65 Sandbag Formation

"Okay, stop practicing, I have something important to tell you."

Li Xinzhu dragged Wang An into the living room, arranged the wine and dishes, opened the wine bottle, and poured himself a glass.

"Do you know where I've been these days?"

"Have you found that person?"

"Yeah, guess what, we found him!"

"Found it, did you catch him?"

"Catch it, what do you use to catch him? Someone wants to catch him. As long as you get close to him, you will be unable to get up on the ground. If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, don't mention how evil it is!" Li Xinzhu revealed An expression of lingering fear.

"Why didn't you call me?"

"The man was found, then disappeared, and he couldn't find his whereabouts. Why did he call you? Someone has already sent a secret offer, and he was caught for 20 yuan. He is alive." Li Xinzhu stretched out two fingers in the Shaking in mid-air.

"20?" Hearing this number, Wang An narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Are you interested?" He looked at Li Xinzhu with a smile.

"Uh, um, well, I can provide you with information and help you keep an eye on the wind. It's not impossible to be a driver. If I do, I don't want a penny. Just treat me to a meal of king crab. "

"Okay, that's it." Wang An patted Li Xinzhu's shoulder with a smile, and was about to get up after speaking.

"Wait a minute, I haven't finished my words yet. Apart from that person, we also met a master who knows real kung fu. Guess what kind of kung fu he used?"

"Eagle Claw Skill?" Hearing this, Wang An thought of the patient he saw at Zhao's Medical Center two days ago.

The expression on Li Xinzhu's face suddenly froze and froze.

"Damn, you, how do you know?"

"Guess."

"Guess? Then why did you guess the Eagle Claw Kungfu, but not the Iron Sand Palm, Black Tiger Fist, Yiyang Finger, Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"

"Imagination is very rich, your illness should be almost cured." Wang An said with a smile, "Eat, I should practice."

"Wait a minute, have you seen the person who uses the Eagle Claw Kung Fu?"

"I haven't seen it, but I've seen the people he injured, so he should have real kung fu."

"That's real kung fu. I grabbed it with my hand, and there were marks on the brick wall. If I'm not wrong, this person should be invited by Yang Xianhua." Li Xinzhu said.

"Yang Xianhua? Are you making trouble like this, and the relevant departments don't care?"

"We didn't rob, steal, hurt anyone, and no one reported it. Why should we care? This world is not what it says on TV." Li Xinzhu said with a smile, ate his meat and drank while talking liquor.

"Phew, Shu Tan, I also found out some news in the past two days. That person has indeed been to Baihe Mountain. Do you know what he did?" Li Xinzhu put down his chopsticks.

Wang An didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

"There is a Taoist temple on Baihe Mountain called Danbao Temple. It is a dilapidated Taoist temple for some years. There is a Taoist priest who is proficient in metaphysics and is very accurate in fortune-telling. Many people go there for no reason.

Your friend probably went to him for a fortune-telling, but lost his life in an accident. "Li Xinzhu took another sip of wine.

"Now that Taoist priest has disappeared, there is no one alive, no dead body, probably taken away by that person."

"Did you report the crime?"

"The old Taoist is alone, with no relatives and no reason, who will report the case? Maybe he was killed by that person and hid in a corner. After all, Baihe Mountain is so big, just find a place to dig a hole and bury it. , can't be found at all."

"What do you think that person is looking for? What can a Taoist priest know to make Yang Xianhua and other people so concerned?"

"I don't care what he's looking for, I care where he is."

Outside Hu'an City, in a mountain, there is a mountain stream between two peaks, and there is a cave in the mountain stream. The entrance of the cave is covered with weeds as high as a person, and it is difficult to detect it at a close distance.

In the cave, there was a heavy panting sound.

"I'll ask you again, where's the thing?"

"I really don't know what you're talking about, I'm just an old man."

"Have you ever heard of a kind of medicine that asks what to say after taking it, but then turns into a crazy fool, do you want to try it?"

"you?!"

The next day, after Wang An came out of the Zhao Family Traditional Chinese Medicine Center, he came to the Xingyiquan Martial Arts Hall, where several people were still learning boxing.

He came to the boxing strength tester in the corner, wanting to try how much strength he had gained through this period of exercise.

Taking a breath, he opened his boxing frame, kicked the ground, the force was generated from his feet, and the strength of his body gathered upwards, condensed together, and there was a snap.

A number 416 appeared on the display of the boxing strength tester, an increase of more than 70 kilograms compared to the previous test, and the increase in strength was very obvious.

If he continued to exercise at this speed, he reckoned that he would be able to complete the task of "one punch and a thousand catties" in less than two months.

When he was about to leave the martial arts hall, he happened to meet a man coming in from the outside. The man was not tall, but his arms were long, his hands were slightly hooked, and his eyes were sharp.

Wang An passed him by, and he smelled a faint smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

He paid special attention to the man's hands, with slender fingers and some calluses on the palms.

"This should be the person Li Xinzhu said was good at using flying needles. His eyesight and wrist strength should be very high."

For some reason, Wang An suddenly had the idea of ​​fighting him, but he quickly suppressed the idea.

It was night, after he finished practicing, he watched a TV series for a while, and deliberately picked a practice scene, a young man learning Taijiquan was practicing his ability to dodge in a sandbag formation.

"Well, that's a good idea. We can learn from it. Unfortunately, there are no wild boars here." He missed George, Peggy and their families in the mountain village.

He found a piece of white paper and wrote and drew on it.

The next day, he bought some bamboo poles, built a shelf in the yard, and hung a lot of sandbags.

"Try it."

He went under the shelf, raised his hand and pushed away a sandbag, the sandbag dangled, making a pendulum movement, followed by the second, the third, and soon, all the sandbags swung.

Wang An kept dodging among the sandbags.

The sandbags are dangling and scattered in all directions. It doesn't look fast from the outside, but in fact it is still fast. The key is the large number.

Wang An kept moving in the sandbag array, and from time to time he shot to block.

"You practiced in the sandbag and gained something."

"What is this? What are you doing with so many sandbags?" Li Xinzhu asked curiously when he saw the sandbags in the yard.

"It's for practicing."

"Practice, what kind of exercise?"

(End of this chapter)