Chapter 153 Kicking the Pavilion

Cheng Xiaoling felt a little proud when he saw the stunning in Jiang Jun's eyes. He thought to himself: "It seems that he is still very attractive. This kid is not a fool who only cares about practicing martial arts."

It's strange that Cheng Xiaoling has long been immune to the boy's Zhu Ge, and she has always been rude to those who try to get close to her. However, she was a little happy when she found that Jiang Jun was paying attention to her.

Cheng Xiaoling felt a little embarrassed when he noticed his own changes.

"Maybe it's because he is better than himself." Cheng Xiaoling thought. With her skills, she rarely meets opponents in school, so she naturally develops a arrogant and arrogant personality.

However, when he met Jiang Jun and was easily defeated, he realized that there were even more powerful players among the strong. He was afraid that his martial arts level was different from that of Jiang Jun, so he couldn't help feeling inferior.

When Jiang Jun pays attention to her, Cheng Xiaoling will naturally feel a little proud.

Jiang Jun naturally didn't know what these little daughters thought. However, seeing this little girl was wearing a sportswear just now, covering up her curves, but now this short top jeans highlighted her advantages to the greatest extent and showed a small waist, it was no wonder Jiang Jun was paying attention.

The three of them walked towards Starbucks at the door together.

"Actually, I'm not used to these Western restaurants. I still like to eat Chinese food for so many years." Master Cheng said to Jiang Jun with a smile.

"I also like Chinese food. But I'm used to it these days when I come to the United States." Jiang Jun smiled.

Seeing Cheng Xiaoling pouting, Cheng Haoyi hurriedly said, "But Ling'er likes to eat Western food, let's go and eat it."

Cheng Xiaoling's face was cloudy and sunny, and he took cheerful steps and led the way ahead.

Jiang Jun walked along the way and looked at the scenery of Chinatown. He felt that it still has the characteristics of Chinese architecture. There were many yellow people on the street, and people from European and American countries accounted for less than half of the street.

The three of them ordered coffee and pizza and started eating slowly.

Before the two were waiting for Cheng Xiaoling, Jiang Jun and Cheng Haoyi had already finalized the details of Yao Mingzhi's injuries.

It is mainly because Jiang Jun used his internal strength to help Yao Ming treat his injured ankle, but on the surface, Master Cheng should be the subject, and Jiang Jun assisted him. He also taught Yao Ming's internal mental methods and medicines, and Master Cheng also came forward.

Because the principles of internal martial arts are similar, there is no need for Jiang Jun to teach Yao Ming in person.

And to be honest, Jiang Jun did not have much hope for whether Yao Ming could practice this mental method and how effective it would be if he practiced.

As long as you use true qi to treat it yourself, it doesn’t matter whether Yao Ming practices or not. The main purpose of asking Master Cheng to teach Yao Ming is to increase the mystery of the injury, and also let others know how Yao Ming recovers.

After all, it's just a cover-up.

The three of them were talking about interesting things at home and abroad, and they had a very pleasant meal.

Unexpectedly, just as it was about to end, Cheng Xiaoling received a call and immediately panicked.

"Grandpa, Uncle Biao said, Dad was kicked in the martial arts hall! Dad was also seriously injured!"

Cheng Haoyi said with a calm face: "Don't panic! Let's go and take a look!" He turned his head and said to Jiang Jun apologetically: "Brother Jiang, I'm sorry, I'm making you laugh. I'm going to deal with something. You can come to me at any time when you said the matter."

Jiang Jun had heard Cheng Xiaoling's words just now and smiled and said, "Master Cheng, I'll go and have a look with you."

Cheng Haoyi nodded. He was originally from the martial arts world and didn't like to be polite, so he said, "Then let's go." He took the lead and walked towards the door. Jiang Jun also stood up and followed Master Cheng.

Cheng Xiaoling quickly settled the tent and followed.

On the way, Cheng Xiaoling whispered to Jiang Jun to tell him what happened. It turned out that her father was Cheng Yaodong, and he was Cheng Haoyi's youngest son. He was very skilled and had mastered Master Cheng's true teachings. He opened a Tai Chi martial arts hall on this Chinatown 10 years ago, and the business was pretty good. Unexpectedly, he was kicked out of the hall today.

After walking about 500 meters, Jiang Jun saw a house with a sharp eye. On the plaque at the gate, there were five vigorous and powerful characters written on it: Cheng's Tai Chi Pavilion.

A young man at the door looked over and when he saw Cheng Haoyi, he immediately shouted in surprise: "Master is here!"

In an instant, 5 or 6 young people ran out and diligently welcomed Cheng Haoyi into the martial arts hall.

Cheng Haoyi didn't say anything, walked into the martial arts hall with a dark face. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a middle-aged man with dark skin and a bruised nose and swollen face greeted him.

"Master, you are here!" the middle-aged man said carefully.

"Abiao, what's going on?" Cheng Haoyi frowned.

"It was the disciple who was incompetent and was kicked in the hall, and Senior Brother Yaodong was also injured."

It turned out that the middle-aged man was Cheng Haoyi's apprentice Liu Guangbiao, and the deputy owner of Cheng's Tai Chi Pavilion. Today, as noon approached today, three people came to the martial arts hall, and Uri shouted. Some people could understand Japanese and learned that they were from a judo hall not far away. They were jealous of the business of Cheng's Tai Chi Pavilion, so they proposed that the two sides compete, and the failed people must close the door.

Liu Guangbiao, who was teaching boxing, came forward to negotiate, and the two sides started to fight when they had disagreements. Liu Guangbiao competed with one of the young men, but unexpectedly, the other party was better at skill and actually knocked Liu Guangbiao to the ground.

The director of the museum, Cheng Yaodong, rushed over to ask why the other party was so rude. Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man who took the lead was very arrogant and pointed at Cheng Yaodong and scolded him, his contempt was beyond words.

Cheng Yaodong could not bear it anymore. After both sides took action, Cheng Yaodong realized that the other party was superb. He was not the opponent of this man, and he also ended in failure.

"Where is Yaodong?" Cheng Haoyi asked with a calm face.

Liu Guangbiao stuttered: "I'm inside, I'm unconscious for a while and just woke up."

When Cheng Haoyi heard that his son had fallen into a coma, he was anxious and walked quickly to a lounge.

Jiang Jun and Cheng Xiaoling also quickly followed. When they arrived at the room, Jiang Jun found a middle-aged man lying on a wooden bed with a look of weakness. This was Cheng Yaodong. Two apprentices stood beside the bed, with blue noses and swollen faces, and anxious and indignant.

Seeing Cheng Haoyi coming in, Cheng Yaodong opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't make a sound.

When Cheng Xiaoling saw his father like this, he was very anxious and rushed over to grab his father's hand and said, "Dad, are you okay?"

Cheng Yaodong forced a smile and shook his head gently.

"Where are those ***ers?" Cheng Haoyi asked Liu Guangbiao.

Liu Guangbiao hurriedly said: "I've left."

"Uncle Biao, please show the surveillance video." Cheng Xiaoling gritted his teeth.

Liu Guangbiao quickly turned on the computer next to him and released the surveillance video.

Jiang Jun found that the monitoring signal of this Tai Chi Pavilion is not bad, not only covering all aspects, but also having clear imaging effects.

At the beginning of the video, it was at 11:20 local time. Three people in black clothes entered the martial arts hall and were talking to the disciples of the Tai Chi hall with a domineering attitude.

After a while, Liu Guangbiao appeared in the screen and had a few arguments with the ***er. Then one of the ***ers fought with Liu Guangbiao, and after a few minutes, he knocked Liu Guangbiao down.

Then the director Cheng Yaodong came forward, and another ***er pointed at Cheng Yaodong and provoked him. The two of them took action, and the ***er was repelled by Cheng Yaodong.

Then the middle-aged man who led the lead fought with Cheng Yaodong, and the two fought hard to get apart. In the end, the man suddenly approached and locked Cheng Yaodong's neck with his right arm like lightning.

Cheng Yaodong struggled for a while, and finally his body softened and he fell into a coma. Liu Guangbiao and several disciples rushed up in grief and anger, but were easily knocked to the ground by three people, watching his opponent leave.

Although Jiang Jun fought with the Eight-Nation Alliance, the foreigners used muskets and did not use fighting skills. Jiang Jun had never competed with them before. He didn't know what tricks these Japanese soldiers used, but he looked familiar.

"What they seem to be using the Hongquan from the Shaolin lineage?" Jiang Jun looked at Cheng Haoyi and said.

Cheng Haoyi was furious when he saw it and nodded, "This is the best karate, which was improved based on the martial arts of Shaolin Temple, so it is somewhat similar."

Liu Guangbiao said angrily: "These little ***s are so cruel. Like the last choke, it is not an attitude of exchange."

Cheng Haoyi looked at Liu Guangbiao indifferently and said, "This is also a new trick of karate, which has just been created in recent years. In addition, Abiao, you must understand that Chinese Kung Fu is a national art, and national art is a weapon of killing. You cannot just think about performing. You are defeated today, but your skills are not as good as others."

Jiang Jun deeply agreed with this. He did not think that the *** people were ruthless. He had learned Kung Fu, but once he fought, he should have the awareness of fighting life and death. He always wanted to perform or exchange. That was not the original meaning of practicing. However, the *** people came to the door and had to be repaid in this place.

Liu Guangbiao said ashamed: "Yes, the disciples are embarrassed for the master."

Cheng Haoyi sighed inwardly. His son and apprentice, who have been inferior to his elderly self for so many years. If he could practice to his own level, or even Jiang Jun's level, how could the three ***ers fear?

The old man knew very well that his competition with Jiang Jun should be equal, but he was nearly 70 years old and would definitely lose over time. Moreover, he always felt that Jiang Jun had held back, and he didn't know how this young man was only 20 years old and practiced this martial arts.

"Abiao, lead the way, let's meet these dogs and mother-raising little ***!" Cheng Haoyi ordered.

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