The four of them said goodbye to Zhou Chonghe, when they suddenly saw someone staring at the top of the mountain opposite, seeing that they were Jing Chanzi, Chen Mimi couldn't help but waved his hand vigorously.?

While walking down the mountain, Wang Xiaojun was still scared and said, "Actually, the person I am most afraid of saying goodbye to is not Jing Zenzi, but Mingyue and Jingjing."

Everyone wondered, "Why?"

Wang Xiaojun said: "They call Mimi Uncle Shi, what do they call me? Uncle Shi, grandpa?"

Hu Tailai and Tang Sisi were stunned and laughed. Chen Mimi glared at Wang Xiaojun and said, "You are thinking too much, are you?"

Wang Xiaojun suddenly said again: "It's broken!"

Hu Tailai said speechlessly: "So what's wrong?"

Chen Mimi said: "Maybe something is going on again, no one will pay attention to him!"

Wang Xiaojun said anxiously: "This time it was really broken. I suddenly remembered that when I went up the mountain, I threw the car halfway and didn't even pull out the key."

"Ah?" Chen Mimi was also anxious this time.

Wang Xiaojun spread his hands and said, "I was rushing to find you at that time, so how could I care about these?" He circled around the place several times. According to his memory, the car was parked nearby by him, but there was no trace at this moment.

At this time, a man came out from behind the mountain, holding the car key in his hand and laughed, "Are you looking for this?" This man was wearing a coded uniform and cross-body strap. He was Fatty Liu, the leader of Wudang Mountain security team.

Wang Xiaojun breathed a sigh of relief first, then jumped up: "Why are there only the key left? Where is the car?"

Fatty Liu said respectfully: "I heard about what happened on the mountain yesterday and knew that Uncle Master would go down the mountain soon. I will wait for you all night." He pointed his hand and said, "The car is there."

Everyone followed him out of the corner of the mountain and saw Chen Mimi's Fukang parked in an open space. At this time, he was scrubbed and shining brightly. All the garbage in the car disappeared. It turned out that the drinks and snacks in the car were neatly piled up in the back seat, and some faint perfume was even sprayed in the car...

Chen Mimi said, "It's a good job."

Fatty Liu said without any pride and arrogantly: "Thank you for your praise, this is what I should do."

Everyone got into the car, Wang Xiaojun stretched out the window and waved, "Thank you."

Fatty Liu pleased and said, "No thanks, uncle and grandpa are walking slowly."

Wang Xiaojun stood on the steering wheel: "I still couldn't avoid this fatal blow!"

...

The four of them went straight to the Iron Palm Gang, chatting and laughing all the way, and unknowingly returned to the familiar city.

Chen Mimi drove the car to the door, and Wang Xiaojun jumped out of the car first, signaling Hu Tailai, who was about to push the door, to stop moving. He lay on the door and pricked his ears and listened in. Then an old man inside said loudly: "Damn it, I'm so stupid!"

Wang Xiaojun then pushed the door and entered, "Brothers, are you having fun these days?" In the main hall of the Iron Palm Gang, the three old men and Xie Junjun's cards were arranged forever.

When Uncle Zhang saw that it was him, he said happily: "Oh, this kid is back."

Wang Xiaojun walked up to them and said carefully: "My grandfather and my dad are back, haven't they driven you?"

Mr. Li said: "Whatever we do, they are all from neighbors. Where can I find such a reliable neighbor to show you the house?"

Wang Xiaojun said: "I remember once a spark appeared at the socket. You watched the fire burn half a coffee table before going to save it?"

Uncle Li said: "Yes, if I didn't stay there that day, wouldn't I have to burn your entire coffee table?"

Wang Xiaojun said, "What about those two old men in our family?"

Uncle Wang raised his hand: "I'm playing chess in the backyard."

"When did these two old men have this hobby?" Wang Xiaojun muttered and walked into the backyard. He saw that Wang Donglai and Wang Jinghu were indeed having a cup of tea in front of each other, sitting under the eaves playing chess. However, the chess pieces they were fiddling with looked fresh, which looked like small rectangular wooden blocks, which looked like military chess, but they were not worthy of chess pictures. Wang Jinghu picked up a chess piece and flipped it down and slapped it on the table, and shouted: "The twelfth style!" Wang Donglai couldn't wait to touch a chess piece from the pile of chess and took it out, shouting: "The third style."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Jinghu hit Wang Donglai's left palm against his shoulder, and Wang Donglai mistakenly resolved his attack with both palms. The two used the twelfth and third styles of the thirty iron palm style. The subsequent changes were all the Iron Palm moves, but at this time they only used moves, without using any force. It turned out that the two old men were really bored, and they engraved the thirty iron palm style on the chess piece, randomly selected and then gestured for trial, to kill time.

Wang Xiaojun saw it helplessly and sighed, and shouted: "Grandpa, dad."

The two old men turned their heads together and said in surprise: "Xiaojun is back."

Wang Xiaojun squatted at the table and said, "What are you two playing?"

Wang Donglai threw the chess piece and said, "We know everything about you on Wudang Mountain. I heard that you are so majestic."

Wang Xiaojun laughed and said, "Wudang Mountain is a good place to upgrade."

Wang Jinghu couldn't wait to say, "What kind of martial arts are you using when you fight with others? Is it an iron palm?"

Wang Xiaojun was stunned and said, "No... there are all kinds of martial arts." Wang Donglai and Wang Jinghu looked at each other, and their expressions were quite sad.

Wang Xiaojun paused and said, "Grandpa, Dad, I have something I have to tell you the truth. The backlash of the iron palm has been fulfilled to me. My current skill is pieced together, and the iron palm moves cannot be used at once." He asked Wang Jinghu, "Dad, how are you doing?"

Wang Jinghu said: "As long as you don't use internal force, I can do it once every few days, I can't bear it." Wang Xiaojun was worried. He heard that Wang Jinghu's backlash was actually aggravated. A martial arts master could not use internal force, which was like a useless person. Even so, he still had to do it. This means that the backlash was like a maggot in the tarsal bone, which was determined by Wang Jinghu.

Wang Donglai waved to Wang Xiaojun and said, "Xiaojun, you sit down."

Wang Xiaojun sat down for no reason, and Wang Donglai said lightly: "I have discussed with your dad. Don't practice iron palms anymore in the future."

Wang Xiaojun was surprised and said, "Why?"

Wang Donglai only said eight words: "It is useless to go against the will of heaven."

Wang Xiaojun said: "Grandpa, you didn't say that before."

Wang Donglai said: "Over the years, I have known the pain of backlash. I have not been able to solve the problem, so you don't have to think about it."

Wang Xiaojun widened his eyes and said, "Grandpa, after you lost your internal strength, you lost your courage?"

Wang Donglai said bluntly: "I used to think it was worth betting on my grandson's life for the sake of the Iron Palm Gang, but now I just suddenly regretted it."

Wang Xiaojun said depressedly: "You really have no courage. Someone said that before, you must slap him in the face."

Wang Jinghu said: "With your current martial arts, people will all obey you. Isn't that enough?"

Wang Xiaojun said: "Where is the Iron Palm Gang? Will it be possible to die in name only or even disappear completely?"

Wang Jinghu and Wang Donglai looked at each other again and said together: "We don't care anymore." (To be continued.)8
Chapter completed!