Dragon blood bodyguard of the beauty president

Chapter 1163
Zuixian Tower is not very famous in the Shanghai stock market, but it is a place frequented by literati and refined scholars.

This is an antique restaurant design, with three floors above and below. It is located outside a scenic spot, and there are usually many people.

It sells all the traditional food of Shanghai stock market. Come here for a meal, and you can write any inscriptions.

If it is good, the store will waive the order.

This place is said to be a century-old store, with many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, and one floor is dedicated to exhibitions.

Zhang Sanye's calligraphy and paintings are hung in it, not because of how good his calligraphy is, but because he dare not give him face.

The store owner didn't know him at first, but after he had finished eating, he heard about the rules of this inscription, so he insisted on inscribing for others to ask for a free order.

The shopkeeper just said come on, take out the calligraphy and let him get started.

He was not polite, he didn't have any ink in his stomach, but he dared to splash ink, and wrote a couplet immediately.

The first couplet called, "I am the master when I lift the cage and frame the bird."

The second couplet says, "You're going to lead the way, don't be dissatisfied."

Hengbiao, "chic life"!
The store owner is used to good characters, so how can they fall in love with this crooked, unstructured font.

He asked Mr. Zhang to practice for another three years. This meal cannot be avoided. After three years, Mr. Zhang's name will be posted.

Mr. Zhang got angry, and with a wave of his hand, he attracted hundreds of gangsters. He didn't dare to do anything in the restaurant, and he sat for a whole day.

When the shopkeeper inquired, yes, he had offended Lord Hades.

This Mr. Zhang turned out to be a tyrant in the Shanghai stock market.

They gave in and had no choice but to hang up the couplets, and they were all hung in the middle of the door face.

As soon as the guests enter the door, they will see this couplet at a glance.

Today, this place was taken over by Mr. Zhang.

He also invited his friends to take over the place. These friends have extraordinary backgrounds and are all famous ancient martial arts masters in Shanghai.

They all bowed to Zhang Hengyu's subordinates, so they naturally gave Mr. Zhang face.

Normally, he either opens a martial arts gym, or acts as a martial arts bodyguard for others.

Each of them danced with knives and guns, with extraordinary bearing, learned different martial arts, and their skills were quite good.

As soon as they entered, Zhang Sanye excitedly introduced his calligraphy to them.

What this group of warriors know, and how many big characters they can know, all take advantage of compulsory education.

When they looked at this couplet, well, the font was neat, with horizontal and vertical lines, and it rhymed quite well.

In the eyes of insiders, things are rubbish, but they all clasped their fists and boasted, "The third master has a brilliant literary talent, he is really a master."

"Third Master, I really learned a lot today."

"The level of the third master is already a master level in the calligraphy world, right?"

Mr. Zhang smiled and stroked his beard, his eyes were full of joy, and he waved his hands humbly, "It's too good, it's too good. A little achievement can't make it into the hall of elegance."

A group of people went upstairs under his invitation, and the shop owner sent them off respectfully at the front desk, cursing inwardly, "You old rascal, you know what you're doing, and you still hang your name on my main hall."

His Drunken Immortal Building was originally a very high-end place, since it was listed, other famous literati have come here.

In circles, it's all a joke.

Usually when the third master comes over, he is always accompanied by one or two people.

Today's posture is very big, there are four big men guarding the door, and there are still men in black and Chinese costumes in the aisle.

The third master was sitting in the middle with a group of martial arts masters, and the waiter went up to pour tea. Looking at these big-bodied people, his heart almost jumped out of fright.

A martial artist asked, "Third Master, who are you going to have tea with today? Who in the Shanghai Stock Market has such a big face?"

This martial artist came down from Mount Song.

Although he is still vulgar, his head is still protruding, and there are two lines of ring scars on it, showing his true identity before.

The calluses on both hands are thick and yellow, and it looks like a serious Lianjiazi.

The third master picked up the lid, fiddled with the tea foam, and sighed, "In the past two days, a junior has appeared out of nowhere, with a strange technique. When beating someone, he specifically greets people in the crotch. My little ones Brother, he took out all the eggs. He also let me wash and wait for him at home. I, Zhang Taidou, have lived for a long time, and this is the first time someone dared to threaten me like this. Today, the brothers The first call out is to deal with this kid."

Two tables of people, more than a dozen masters, all listened tightly.

You look at me, I look at you, I can't think of any sect that specializes in digging eggs.

The martial artist from the Songshan School touched his head, and opened his mouth to curse, "The grandson of the turtle, and such a sinister person. When he comes, I, Tietouqiang, will kill this grandson of the turtle."

"Brother Wang Gaoyi!"

Zhang Sanye clasped his fists in thanks.

This martial artist is called Wang Erqiang, and he has practiced iron head kung fu in Songshan.

This is not an ordinary iron-headed skill, just hit a rock and hit a brick.

Wang Erqiang's Iron Head Kungfu includes not only external exercises, but also internal qigong.

When fighting, the air is suspended from the top.

The body follows the breath, like a cannonball.

He can punch a hole in a concrete wall of [-] centimeters, and he is known as a human-shaped cannonball in the ancient martial arts world.

Someone clasped his fists and said, "Don't worry, third master, if this kid dares to come, my iron fan Wu Jun will have to eunuch him."

When he opened the fan, there was a bang.

An iron fan made of metal hummed, and it shone with a cold light like a blade.

This fan can be used for both short and long range attacks.

When confronting the enemy, wave your hand and throw it like a full moon, and you can easily take someone's head within 30 meters.

"Our antiquities world must not leave this ferocious thief behind. If he dares to show up, I, Hong Quan Li Zhenbiao, will not spare him."

"I, Cai Lifo, can't spare him!"

"My Mizong Fist will not let him go."

South fist and north leg, most of the martial artists here are from the Nanquan sect.

One martial artist sat silently, Zhang Sanye clasped fists with other martial artists, and asked him specifically, "Brother Han Shan, what do you think?"

The other martial artists fell silent together, and all looked at this martial artist with reverence.

Han Shan, a well-known figure in the martial arts world for a long time, practiced the Baguazhang of the northern school. He was invincible in all major schools when he was young, and he broke through the ancient martial arts master realm when he was over forty.

He is gloomy and doesn't like to talk.

When I first came here, I heard about Zhang Hengyu's name, and I was looking for Zhang Hengyu to compete with each other.

Who knew, Zhang Hengyu defeated him without even moving his body.

Since then, he has been at ease as a servant in the Zhang family, and his skills are even more unfathomable now.

Some people say that he has cultivated to the level of the legendary Airbender.

Hurting people with anger, beating cattle in the air, it's nothing to worry about.

Zhang Sanye opened his mouth, Han Shan clasped his fists and said dully, "Third Master's business is my business, there is nothing to say."

Mr. Zhang shouted happily, "With Brother Han's words, I feel relieved."

Here, there are countless ancient martial arts masters.

But Mr. Zhang still valued Han Shan the most. With Han Shan around, he had a good idea in his heart.

After a while, there was a scream downstairs.

The masters upstairs were shocked, and they all stood up nervously.

Someone ran up the stairs, hugged his crotch, rolled on the ground, and yelled at Mr. Zhang, "Master Zhang, the egg-stealer is here, and all the brothers' eggs have been taken away!"

　Chapter 1, continue.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)