From the Bird

At the end of the month, the Chinese Martial Arts Association announced the holding of the first World Traditional Wushu Exchange Competition. All Chinese from both sides of the strait, as well as foreigners who are enthusiastic about traditional martial arts, are welcome to participate. The conference items include pile exercises, lion art, weapon routines, etc. And set a bonus of up to 300,000 yuan.

Establish a combat combat ring, all world combat fighting factions are welcome to participate. And set a bonus of up to one million yuan. The country as a unit, limited to three people, attracted countless eyes. Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand, Israel, countless responders,

Various televisions scrambled to report and the propaganda was overwhelming.

But these have nothing to do with Li Yan.

"The new officer has three fires."

Li Yan turned the photo in his hand. "But, what Muay Thai masters you are looking for, retired special forces, is it reliable?"

Lei Jing's desk criticized what she said. She was wearing a white low-forked cheongsam, and her neckline was not charming.

Hearing Li Yan's question, Lei Jing raised his neck: "They are indeed among their respective countries. Famous fighting masters ..."

"But you don't know each other, you've taken your benefits early."

Lei Jing blinked playfully and did not speak.

Li Yan nodded: "Don't mess it up."

He glanced down at the photos of the contestants, and Zhang Mingyuan was listed.

"It's over here, I'll return to Beijing tomorrow."

"So fast? Not two more days?"

Lei Jing stood up, wondering and wondering whether it was true or not.

"No."

Li Yan shook his head and asked, "This Zhang Mingyuan, what are you going to do?"

"Ming Yuan has great potential."

Lei Jing Zhengzheng said: "If he wants, I am going to make him a new generation of martial arts superstar."

Li Yan did not speak.

During the period of Lei Jing Ai: "Of course, if the brother is willing."

"No need."

Li Yan flatly refused. He thought for a while and rubbed his nose hard: "The old guys' way can produce great talents, but it doesn't work. Look at other people's taekwondo ... maybe your approach is right."

He poked at the photo: "As for Zhang Mingyuan, have you asked his opinion?"

Lei Jing's eyes flickered. "He won't refuse."

Li Yan's elbow was resting on the table, and he slowly shook his head: "Don't be a young person, just cope ..."

...

"Isn't it possible to return to Shandong this month?"

Zhang Mingyuan was wearing a white shirt, flat glasses, and red lips and white teeth. Sven Wen, how can there be a bit of coldness on the ring?

"My sister has urged me several times. The school ends this semester, and the teacher said that the senior year must be a senior year."

He said to Lei Jing across a chess board, scratching his hair.

Lei Jing pulled the curtain, and Yan Yuese said: "Ming Yuan, this game will be broadcast live on TV, and the bonus is also very high. Depending on your skill, it is not a problem to get a place. Uncle Zhang, I can help you do it. Ideological work. "

"My dad can't do this. You have to ask my sister."

"Uh ..." Lei Jing said a moment before she said a word, "Sister Dao Jing, I can think of a way."

Zhang Mingyuan tossed Lei Jing a look for self-respect.

"Oh ~"

Lei Jing stood up and opened the door for Li Yan.

The eyes of men and boys touched.

"I talk to him."

Lei Jing nodded slightly, her lips gently said "help me persuade her" in Li Yan's ear, and then backed out.

She didn't notice that Zhang Mingyuan whispered something like "the peak of the ten capitals", "only four months", "monster ..." after seeing Li Yan, but reached out to close the door tightly.

Li Yan and Ma Jindao sat opposite Zhang Mingyuan. He asked, "How is your sister?"

"Sloppy, stuck at 39% awakening."

Zhang Mingyuan jumped out like words, Li Yan looked at him strangely.

"You, don't you ask me?"

The teenager was ashamed and angry.

Li Yanle said: "Don't you tell me all this? Tell me, how is your sister doing?"

Zhang Mingyuan looked away: "I have already asked, you are her young, at best, my childhood friend, my sister is married, you? It's over."

Li Yanwenyan bowed his head and swept the chess on the table aside.

"Want to see her, nothing else. The good things in the world can't let me take it all alone?"

Li Yan's tone was a bit sigh, Zhang Mingyuan thought of it, hesitated for a while before saying dullly

"We live in Zibo. My sister opened a bar. The address is ..."

Zhang Mingyuan was fifteen and ten and did not conceal.

"Okay, thanks."

As soon as Li Yan raised his head, he got up and left. Zhang Mingyuan said that God's kung fu was at the door.

"You, you leave now? Didn't you help Lei Jing convince me to participate in the game?"

Li Yan looked back: "I'm willing to go for a few rolls at Vanity Fair, I'm not willing to go, I've taken my life out and tried several times, what I want?"

He slammed the door shut. Lei Jing waited outside for a while.

"How is it, brother?"

Li Yan sighed, with a helpless expression: "The child twisted, can't persuade."

...

As soon as Guan Yantao's funeral was over, Guangdong's affairs were no longer relevant to Li Yan. Zhang Mingyuan's plan and Lei Jing's power wrist all came to an end.

Li Yan simply ate a few bites of Lei Jing's preserved feast and got on the plane back to Beijing.

There was a blue sky outside the window, and Li Yan bit his finger, making his head as big as a fight with the mythical materials organized by Professor Wu.

On the notebook, Li Yan tapped on the keyboard. The upper part is a branch of the Chu Divinity and various division gods. Including Li Yan's assumptions and inferences about compatible inheritance.

The second half includes Kui Xing, Longsheng Jiuzi, Bai Ze, and even the general Annan cat. Capability and image are marked on the back.

Li Yan held these, one-to-one correspondence with Professor Wu's information.

"The Tadpoles have elephant trunk rhinoceros, oxtail tiger feet, and their shapes cut off evil. Born in Nangu, they eat iron and copper and do not eat other things.

The fat man who claims to be "貘" probably has fantasy or dreams, but whether it is Bai Juyi's "貘 screen praise" or "The Book of Songs · Erya", there are no records related to dreams and dreams. Relevant records are often found in Liang Qichao's use of Japanese and the implementation of modern vernacular texts in Japanese small textbooks.

Not only that, there are records of the bird captured in the Han Dynasty, but in "Ancient Novel Hook and Sink", the record of the bird captured as the emperor girl was made in the Republic of China ...

No matter what kind of broad power Yan Fu possesses, those strange inheritances are by no means all from the distant barren times, but from the Warring States Period to the Republic of China, which evolved with the evolution of folk customs.

From another perspective, the three Yan Fu incidents that Li Yan experienced were inextricably linked to history, and they came along all the way, whether they were red ghosts, Deng Tianxiong, or even Liang Ye. Make Li Yan unforgettable. Is the so-called Yan Fu fruit really different from our world? According to Xu, will this world be a Yan Fu fruit ...

Thinking of this, Li Yan was suddenly terrified at the power of the thinking fan.

"It seems that I did not choose to join Sifan. It was a very correct decision."

Li Yan sighed.

"Not, at least, with Sifan, it will be difficult for you to return to this world."

Someone answered, but Li Yan didn't look up. Just asking:

"Tell me three gifts, why do you drop the chain when it comes to the key?"

The fat man was sitting next to him, tinkering with his seat belt. When I heard this, I couldn't help embarrassing.

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