It's so cool!

The secret soy sauce is poured around the clay pot rice, and the scorching casserole stimulates a strong aroma between the soy sauce and the cured flavor.

The spoon digs open the bottom of the rice, the pan crumbs are burnt and crispy, and they crunch in their mouths.

Chen Wenyao looked at Yang Sheng who was eating voraciously, slowly mixed his clay pot rice, shook his head and said, "Young people, eat slowly. Eating too much hot food will easily lead to esophageal cancer."

Yang Sheng swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "There are too many things that bind you in life. If you can't even eat a meal, and you have so many concerns, what's the point of living?"

Chen Wenyao looked at Yang Sheng in surprise: "You are a young man, why is your mentality so extreme?

But it surprised me that you went to save that little girl today.

Last time I told you, don’t get anything wrong, don’t do things that are harmful to the world, otherwise I will definitely nail you to death.

But you didn't seem to listen to me.

In the Dragon City Championship, one opponent after another was killed. The nameless Sijiuzi is now famous in Hong Kong.

I thought you would be lost in these vanities, but you didn't bother to save a little girl. This is why you still have some kindness and some conscience in your heart.

Looking back at this time, you still have a chance to be a good person.”

"Good guy? I actually hate this word."

Yang Sheng put down the spoon and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Who defines the so-called good and bad? A person does a hundred good things and does a bad thing. Is he a good person or a bad person?

Chen Sir, you are so old and so naive.

There is black and white in this world, no good or bad.

I do things not based on my conscience, but on my original heart.”

Chen Wenyao was silent for a moment and said, "Yang Sheng, you are the strangest people in the community I have ever seen.

Those who make odd clubs either seek wealth, fame or profit.

I can't see clearly what you want.

However, since I have become a policeman, I will never allow anyone to commit crimes within my jurisdiction!

Yang Sheng, you'd better stay away from Lei Luo.

Even the British cannot tolerate him all the time.

You'd better not have any contact with him, otherwise you will be the one who will be unlucky in the end."

Yang Sheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "How do I deserve the famous 500 million Inspector? What does it have to do with me?

But Chen Sir, this is an internal problem in your police station. What does it have to do with me, a little person?"

Chen Wenyao slowly ate the clay pot rice and said lightly: "It's the best thing that doesn't matter.

Lei Luo can cover the sky with one hand for a while, but it is impossible to cover the sky with one hand for a lifetime."

Yang Sheng looked at Chen Wenyao thoughtfully, put the last bite of clay pot rice into his mouth, stood up and said, "Sir Chen eats slowly, I'll treat this meal.

Just a clay pot rice, isn’t it considered a bribery, right?”

“Of course not.

The boss packed another sausage rice and mushroom chicken rice. My wife and children haven’t eaten yet.”

When Chen Wenyao saw that Yang Sheng wanted to pay, he quickly added two more pot rice.

Yang Sheng's mouth twitched slightly twice, but he still paid two extra meals and turned home to sleep.

……………………

The heat and noise under the boxing ring was boiling, and the fierce battles and collisions on the boxing ring made people's bloody sky.

This game was 22 to 11, and Yang Sheng drew Zhou Chengyuan, a double flower red stick from He Yixing.

He Yixing is also an old-fashioned character. It can be said that it is the largest one in Hong Kong, and it is also the most qualified community among all characters to compete with Chaoyi.

However, Huang Juekun, the leader of Heyixing, is already in his seventies this year, and there are no outstanding figures among Heyixing's newcomers, so he was faintly suppressed by Chao Yiyong.

Although Yang Sheng’s opponent Zhou Chengyuan is a double flower red stick, he is only a young man in his early twenties and a little bit young.

However, according to the ghost writer, Zhou Chengyuan's identity this time is unusual.

The other party is the disciple of Huang Feihong's wife Mo Guilan, the direct descendant of Mo Family Fist, and the I-shaped Fuhu Fist is also extremely exquisite.

Zhou Chengyuan is also the adopted son of Huang Juekun, the leader of Heyixing. He is a specialized kid in Heyixing.

However, although the other party’s inheritance is good, the actual combat is still too immature.

If Yang Sheng’s national martial arts specialty had not exceeded 92%, it might have taken some effort to fight Zhou Chengyuan, but he had just broken through, but he easily grasped Zhou Chengyuan’s weakness.

Zhou Chengyuan exerted force under his feet, and Mo Jiaquan's piercing foot, nailing foot, and kicked the balls one after another, hitting Yang Sheng in the middle of the door. His legs were like iron whips, and he pushed Yang Sheng to the edge of the ring almost instantly.

Mojiaquan emphasizes: one kick is better than three punches, the hand is seven ruler long, the foot is three feet long, the attack is long, and the kick is flying in the air. The punch weighs a hundred kilograms and the foot weighs a thousand kilograms.

Nanquan is good at short-striking, but Mojiaquan is good at leg techniques and is more important than long-distance attack.

Yang Sheng retreated again and again before, but suddenly he shortened his body and penetrated under Zhou Chengyuan.

Push your knees, wear your legs, and lift your shoulders!

Nine Palaces and Baguazhang, Erlang Danshan!

Zhou Chengyuan twisted his body in horror, and the landing was not steady, and his hands were already snatching Yang Sheng's throat!

I-shaped Tiger Fist!

Neck-holding hand! Break throat claw!

But Yang Sheng leaned back halfway, raised his legs and kicked Zhou Chengyuan's arm away with one kick, and then turned around and stopped directly at Zhou Chengyuan's throat.

The strong wind suddenly blew, and Zhou Chengyuan's hair stood up all over his body, and cold sweat slid down.

Jade ring steps, mandarin duck legs!

As Yang Sheng slowly closed his legs, Zhou Chengyuan clasped his fists with both hands and smiled bitterly: "I lost, thank you for keeping up."

Yang Sheng shook his head gently and said, "Your Mo Family Fist has obtained the true teachings of Mo Guilan, and his I-shaped Fist is also extremely exquisite.

But your mistake is that you have to integrate the two, but it will leave loopholes in the connection."

Zhou Chengyuan frowned and said, "But your national skills are also a combination of North and South boxing. Why are there no loopholes when you practice fellow practitioners at home and abroad?"

Yang Sheng grinned: "Because I didn't learn them as pure Chinese art from the beginning.

Fighting is fighting, fighting is fighting, and killing skills are also killing skills.

The purpose of any kind of national martial arts in my hands is the same. They are not Baji or Tai Chi, but just to defeat or kill the opponent in front of me.

I never thought about integrating, so there were naturally no loopholes.

Your path is not wrong, but the mistake is that you want to integrate Mo Jiaquan and I-shaped Fuhuquan is because you have practiced them to the extreme, not that they should be integrated by themselves.

But have you ever thought that your master Mo Guilan is Huang Feihong's wife. They are both masters of national martial arts and have an incomparable understanding of each other.

Since that's the case, why didn't they combine these two types of boxing to create the Mo Family Tiger Fist?"

Cold sweat ejaculated from Zhou Chengyuan's forehead again, and his face was slightly pale.

After a while, he bowed deeply to Yang Sheng, clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "I've been taught, thank you!"

Referee Song Changli walked onto the ring, looked at Yang Sheng with great praise, and said loudly: "The winner of this game is Hong Shenglian, Yang Sheng!"

For old-school figures like Song Changli, he still admires Yang Sheng and Zhou Chengyuan's behavior of crossing each other's fingers and verifying on the ring.

However, Yang Sheng's previous actions were a little ruthless, and Zhou Chengyuan, a talented man from a pure-born family, liked him even more.

Zhou Chengyuan walked off the ring and lowered his head at an old man in white Tang suit and said, "I'm sorry godfather, I didn't even go in the top ten, which is embarrassing He Yixing."

The old man's face was full of wrinkles and had a smile on his face at all times, like an old man exercising in the park.

No one would have thought that he was Huang Juekun, the leader of the museum who had been in charge of Yixing for more than 40 years.

"If He Yixing's face depends on you fighting in the ring, He Yixing will really collapse."

Huang Juekun touched Zhou Chengyuan's head with a smile and said, "Don't care too much, behave, you are still young, don't care about the outcome of the two games in this game.

That fierce dragon Yang Sheng is not a simple character. He emerged from a new force and won another game. I'm afraid someone will not be able to sleep."

As he said that, Huang Juekun looked to the other side and happened to meet Wu Tianhao's gaze.

Wu Tianhao's eyes were too long and he threw the cigar in his mouth to the ground.

The death of the strong man and the destruction of the Helian are all a bit strange.

Last time Chai Jiu could find out that something was wrong, so naturally the old fox like Huang Juekun could do it too.

He wanted to see if Wu Tianhao would secretly kill Yang Sheng.

If he really dares to take action and breaks the rules of the Dragon City Championship, he and others will have a reason to attack.

"Ajie, you can't let this Yang Sheng continue to play in the Dragon City Championship."

Fang Jie smiled bitterly and said, "Big Boss, the League of Legends and He Yixing and other clubs have already noticed something is wrong, but they are not sure where we are doing things, there is no evidence.
To be continued...