The heavens began with Huo Yuanjia

Chapter 213 Xiahou Wu

"Recently, Foshan Sports Bureau and Foshan Li's Cultural and Creative Group jointly released news about the 'Wulin Style Competition'. It is reported that this competition is fully sponsored by Li's Cultural and Creative Group, and there is no age and weight limit for participants, but they must Only those who pass the physical examination and interview can pass..."

"True Martial Arts Conference is coming! The 'Martial Arts Contest' initiated by Li Yong, president of Li's Cultural and Creative Group, is shocking. For martial artists, is this a dream come true, or is it a grandstanding? But anyway , must be able to contribute a grand scene to the audience."

"Blessed are those who like martial arts and kung fu. The 'Martial Arts Contest' looks forward to your attention."

"We interviewed Li Yong, the president of the Li Group, hello Li Yong, this time you..."

"Whether it's for fame or fame, or does it really mean to revive the martial arts? Let's walk into Li Yong's legendary life and see how he turned upside down in the shopping malls. In two years, he was worth a billion. Such a person who moved to the'martial arts' will set off another What kind of storm is it?"

In the sweltering summer, even if the windows of the taxi are open, the wind keeps blowing in, and the foreheads of the people in the car are constantly sweating.

Especially for obese drivers, it is simply suffering.

While wiping the sweat that was pouring out of his forehead with a handkerchief, he commented in a disdainful tone on the various reports on the car radio: "If you ask me, it must be sensational. These days, everything is held in competitions. Do you have to come here? Return to martial arts, return to kung fu, hehe..."

There was a passenger in the back seat, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, his face looked a bit fierce, but he always had a smile on his face. He nodded his head as if in agreement when he heard what he said, but the corner of his mouth was turned aside, showing his disapproval. .

Through the rearview mirror, the driver saw him nodding and thought he was agreeing with him, so he immediately became more energetic.

It's just that he continued to talk, but the passenger seemed a little absent-minded, until a certain moment he shouted: "Sorry, master, I'm here."

"Oh..." The driver stopped abruptly, and at the same time the taxi also stopped abruptly. After paying the money, he watched his audience get out of the car and leave, shaking his head as if it was a pity.

After the man got out of the car, he looked up at the building in front of him.

This is a large courtyard, and in front of the courtyard is a small square. There are a group of half-grown children in the square right now, humming and practicing Kung Fu.

An old man walked past them now and then, occasionally offering some correction.

Then suddenly a kid yelled: "Senior Brother Sect Leader is back!"

"Brother Sect Master..." Immediately, everyone gathered towards the man with bright eyes, even the old man turned his head and looked at this side with a smile on his mouth.

But after a while, he changed his face and reprimanded again: "Even if the master is back, you still have to practice martial arts. You must practice martial arts diligently. If you don't practice for a day, you will think that if you don't practice for two days, you will not practice for two days. I will think about not practicing for three days, and I will be wasted after thinking about it..."

Seeing the old man teaching his disciples with familiar nagging, the children did not dare to disobey, and ran back to practice martial arts. The man smiled and walked around them to the one behind which hung the "Heyimen" plaque. In the big house.

When he walked into the hall, he saw a beautiful figure busy in and out, so he called out: "Junior Sister!"

"Senior Brother? You're back!" The girl turned her head and saw the man's face stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.

The man nodded and said, "Yes, it's a holiday today, so I just wanted to come back and have a look."

The girl pouted again and said, "Since you were found by the police force, you have been so busy that you don't come back once a month. Are you really that busy?"

The man said helplessly: "I'm also here to help us find a good way out for Heyimen. If we can establish a relationship with the police force, we can cooperate with the police force in the future and help them train talents.

"In this way, the reputation of our Unity Sect will become bigger and bigger in the future, and there will be more and more people in the future. At that time, we can make a lot of money, and we can hire people to help manage it. You and the master don't have to work so hard."

But the girl shook her head and said, "I don't have as many ambitions as you. I just hope that all of us are safe and happy, and that's enough."

The man shook his head. At this time, the old man came in and saw them getting together, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Aying, Awu, when will I be able to drink your wedding wine?"

The man's name is Xia Houwu, and the girl's name is Dan Ying. One is the old man's apprentice and the other is the old man's daughter.

Xia Houwu is the head of the Heyi Sect, and was also invited by the Hong Kong Island Police to be a martial arts instructor for the police force.

It was rare for him to come back today, Dan Ying and his father were very happy, and Dan Ying went to buy some good dishes and cooked them.

But at the dinner table, Shan Ying suddenly mentioned something: "I heard that there is a company in Foshan that cooperates with the Sports Bureau to launch a competition. Brother, are you interested in participating?"

The old man snorted: "It's all grandstanding, a show, if you let Ah Wu go, wouldn't it make him feel uncomfortable?"

Xia Houwu also smiled and said nothing.

In fact, he had already made up his mind that he would participate in this competition.

But before that, he had to go to another competition.

This is an appointment he made with someone, in order to make the Heyi School more famous, and also to make his position as an instructor in the police force more stable.

Of course, it's also because he likes martial arts competitions, he is a militant in his bones, which is in line with his appearance and temperament, but his usual smile is more like a disguise.

However, there is no need to tell the master and Dan Ying about these things, so as not to worry them.

After all, the opponent is the new fighting champion, and Xia Houwu himself dare not say that he is absolutely sure of defeating the opponent.

Of course, he has never lacked confidence, otherwise he would not take the initiative to challenge.

As early as the moment he took over the position of the head of the Heyi Sect from his master, he secretly vowed in his heart that he must defeat all schools and make the Heyi Sect the number one in the martial arts world.

Although the reality today is that the martial arts is withered, and most of the sects and masters are gradually retreating, maybe after their generation is over, the word martial arts will completely become history.

After dinner, Dan Ying went to wash the dishes, and Xia Houwu walked outside with the master.

Those disciples practiced for a day, and at this time, they basically went back to their respective homes. Of course, some of them lived directly in the sect.

In fact, the current Heyi Sect is more like a martial arts school than a martial arts sect, and the disciples have a relatively general sense of belonging to the sect.

If something happened and the Heyi Gate couldn't support it, it would probably just fall down and the monkeys would disperse.

Now the Heyi Sect is basically tied to Xia Houwu, so he is actually very courageous and under a lot of pressure.

The master naturally knew this, and explained it to him: "Awu, in life, there is no way to live beyond your means. There are some things that you cannot force. Let nature take its course and be content with the situation..."

Xia Houwu responded, but he obviously had other ideas in his heart.

Master Shan is an old man, so he can see it naturally, but he is also very helpless. After all, the disciple is so old, it is impossible to control him and restrain him like he was when he was a child.

I can only persuade from the sidelines from time to time, beating the side drums.

Perhaps only when he really encountered a big setback would he be able to understand.

I just hope it's not too late...

(End of this chapter)