Extreme Taoist Medicine

Chapter 15 Eight Desolation Fist

Lu Chen seldom drank alcohol, and after a few glasses of beer, he became a bit unwell, but his mind became excited, and under the influence of alcohol, he told Mr. Mo what happened in the past few days.

Mo Lao is clearly an old alcoholic, drinking bottle after bottle of wine without changing his face, eating big pieces of meat, his appetite is bigger than that of a young man like Lu Chen.

And Mr. Mo didn't know whether it was because his mouth was full of food and he had no time to talk or for other reasons. When Lu Chen vomited bitterness to him, he didn't speak much, but hummed a few times as a response.

Lu Chen actually didn't expect Mr. Mo to help him solve his problems. He just wanted to vent to him about the situation these days.As an illegitimate son who had been bullied by his family since childhood, Lu Chen knew very early that he had to rely on himself for everything.

While drinking and talking, before he knew it, Lu Chen fell into a coma on the table, Mo Lao ignored him, ordered a few catties of beef, ate it unhurriedly, and took out the wallet knot from Lu Chen. After paying the bill, he finally returned to the rental house with Lu Chen on his back.

"Boy, the heavens will send a great mission to the people, so you have to work hard! You still have to practice!" Under the setting sun, an old man was slowly walking on the street with a drunk young man on his back. , dragging out the elder's shadow, the old man spoke leisurely, speaking the motto of warning the world, there was still a bit of artistic conception, but Lu Chen couldn't feel it.

When Lu Chen woke up, he found that the surroundings were pitch black, but he could be sure that he was lying in the bedroom of the rented house, and when he collected himself, he heard some movement from the living room, got up and walked out.

"Are you awake? Do you want to have supper?" Mo Lao was sitting on a small bench, the coffee table in front of him was piled with a pile of fruits and snacks, and the TV opposite was still playing the anti-Japanese drama, and the old man threw a peanut into it. mouth, asked Lu Chen with a smile.

Lu Chen glanced at the time, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and he actually slept for several hours this time, it seems that it is better to be less aggressive after not knowing how to drink.

"How did I come back?" Lu Chen took a cup of cold baikai, walked to Mo Lao and sat down, rubbed his head and asked.

"You still said that after a few glasses of wine at a young age, you will become a dead person. Thanks to my old bones, I worked so hard to carry you back, and almost broke your bones." Mo Lao glanced at Lu Chen and said .

"If you hadn't tricked me into drinking, I wouldn't have gotten drunk." Lu Chen felt a little bit under his buttocks. He raised his hand to take out his wallet from his back pocket, opened it casually and took a look, and his eyes suddenly widened.

"Fuck! Where's my money?" Lu Chen remembered clearly that there used to be eight pieces of Mao Zedong in his wallet, but now there is only one piece and a few pieces of change left. Where did the other money go?

"You don't need to spend money on food and food, do you?" Mo Lao rolled his eyes at him and said.

"You... That's all my wealth, and you just spent it like this? You want me to drink the northwest wind for the rest of the day?" Lu Chen was about to go crazy.Although the few hundred yuan was not much, it was really all his savings left, but the old man took advantage of his drunkenness to replace it with food and drink for the time that he did not have during the day.For a moment, Lu Chen even had the heart to fight Mo Lao desperately.

"Look at your talent, isn't it just money? If you are young, you can earn money if you don't have any money. I'm your master. Does the master have any opinions on spending some money from you?"

Lu Chen felt a sense of powerlessness and secretly cursed the old scoundrel in his heart. Although he was angry, he couldn't really argue with him.

He said depressedly: "You don't know how much trouble I have suffered in finding a job. Is it easy to say that?"

"Are you afraid that you won't be able to find a job with your abilities? Kid, don't look too high. You know, you would rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail. The worst thing you can do is to beg for food if you don't die. It's the reason to stand out!" Like a cannonball, Mo Lao forcibly poured a poisonous chicken soup on Lu Chen.

"It's just a big reason, why don't you give me some dry goods!" Lu Chen pouted.

"Anyway, I don't have any money, and the way of cultivation is also entrusted to you. Tell me what else you want." Mo Lao peeled a banana and said.

Hearing this, Lu Chen thought about it carefully, and then said: "Teach me kung fu. I want to learn how to protect myself. Otherwise, if someone comes to me next time, I won't have time to call you for help. If I call you, I will lose my meal." For money, it is more appropriate to rely on yourself. How about it, is this not too demanding?"

Mr. Mo chuckled, biting a banana, freed his hand to take out a book from his bosom, and said, "This book teaches you how to get started, so go and practice on your own, until you get a little bit of success, and then cooperate with the true strength in your body." If you are angry, it is no problem to deal with ordinary hooligans."

Lu Chen hurriedly snatched the book, only to see three large characters on the cover: "Eight Desolation Fist."

"This kind of boxing is good? Why do I feel like performing those fancy routines on TV?"

"Boy, the routines are just superficial, and the profound meaning of boxing can only be displayed through mastery. This boxing book is an authentic ancient book. It is not the same as those boxing techniques that have been misunderstood by modern people. Ordinary people can't practice it. It must be a book of cultivation. Only human beings can display its power, why not? Because, this is the art of body forging that the ancient masters have figured out."

Hearing what Mo Lao said, Lu Chen realized something.

To put it simply, true qi in cultivation is software, and Bahuangquan is the supporting hardware. Only when the two are combined and practiced together can the effect be achieved.

From this point of view, the Bahuang Fist given by Mr. Mo is still very good.

"Okay, I have to go back to watch the night. You can figure it out for yourself."

Mr. Mo clapped his hands and stood up, left the words and walked out, but after walking a few steps, he suddenly turned back, hugged all the unfinished things on the table in his arms, and then didn't look at them Lu Chen left frankly.

At this time, Lu Chen's thoughts were all on the Bahuang Fist, and he didn't have the heart to bother with Mr. Mo about those who had or didn't have it. He hurriedly took a shower to get rid of the alcohol and cheered up his spirits, then shut himself in the room, cross-legged, carefully studied and figured out the Bahuangquan, and tried to follow the movements in the book.

The next day came in a blink of an eye. At 08:30 in the morning, Lu Chen received a call from a clinic asking him to go for an interview. Lu Chen immediately agreed, washed up and went out.This time he decided that no matter what the condition of the clinic is, he must get this job, not for anything else, just to survive first.

The clinic that Lu Chen was going to was called Lin's Clinic. He looked for it according to the address, and finally found that the clinic was actually located in a village in the city. It took a lot of effort to find the signboard hanging on the small facade.

(End of this chapter)