Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

Lu Mingfei slept one night in the nanny's car called by the little devil.

It was already eight o'clock when he woke up. He stretched out, looked around, and found that he was on a bench in the park. Birds were chirping in the trees. Old men and women in twos and threes passed by, chatting and laughing. Morning practice has ended and I am heading home.

There are nanny vans and little devils everywhere.

Really, no matter how many times I watch it, this guy’s field is really interesting.

Lu Mingfei thought.

The realm of Waigang warriors is a space of its own. You move mountains and seas to pick up the stars and the moon in it. When you come out, the hawker will still sell his candied haws, without any influence on the outside world.

The realm of the little devil is different. After experiencing it several times, Lu Mingfei discovered that the little devil can affect reality to a certain extent, replacing and tampering with it. Although the degree of this influence is extremely small, its true existence is an indisputable fact.

"Yan Ling, hybrid, dragon."

Lu Mingfei muttered softly.

Although he also has a word spirit, there is not much room to use it in this stable era such as "don't die".

And he hasn't really tried it yet, and he doesn't know how effective it is.

Lu Mingfei found a faucet to rinse his mouth and face, then stood still in the green grass and performed long punches one after another.

This is a martial art in the Kyushu Army. Although it is simple and unpretentious, it is also suitable for daily use to strengthen the muscles and bones and dredge the qi and blood.

It's not that Lu Mingfei doesn't have better boxing skills. Tiandi Pavilion has adopted martial arts from all over the world. He has long been familiar with it, mainly because he is used to it. When he was in Kyushu, he practiced this long boxing with his soldiers on a daily basis, and when he came back, he practiced it himself. Fight, lest the days go by and you forget about those gangsters.

Human memory is a very fragile thing. It needs a fulcrum, or a wisp of incense, a line of words, and a melody. Every time I see you, I can think of the people and things in the past, and I will smile knowingly.

In just ten minutes, Lu Mingfei stopped his posture, tapped the banknotes in his bag, and the face that had been so calm a second ago turned into a happy smile.

The instructor's work at the Children's Palace was scheduled in the afternoon, and he had a lot of time at his disposal, so he decided to settle the matter of the house. He couldn't run to the Internet cafe all day long. The second reason was not sleeping well, but not having a tight place to stand. What matters most.

After leaving the park, I saw a row of stalls within two steps, selling rice balls, fried noodles, millet porridge, and steamed buns. The aroma of hot and warm snacks filled the air, which was the so-called human fireworks.

Lu Mingfei touched his stomach and walked away with a smile. He originally wanted to buy a few rice balls to cushion his stomach. Rice was the most filling food for a warrior. He was also used to eating. Then he heard a little girl standing over there. The bench waved to him enthusiastically.

"Selling steamed buns, selling steamed buns," big and delicious meat buns.

It sounded so familiar that Lu Mingfei even felt like he was back in Kyushu for a moment.

He turned around and saw the little girl wearing red long-sleeved trousers. The style was a bit old, but she was clean. Her chubby little face was smiling non-stop. When Lu Mingfei looked over, she waved even more enthusiastically. Still jumping on the stool.

"Big buns! Delicious big buns! Come and buy them!"

"Little girl, how do you sell these buns?"

Lu Mingfei teased her.

The little girl looked at her chubby fingers, stretched them out and then retracted them. After several times, she pointed out one of her fingers with a smile on her face and spoke confidently like a little adult.

"One money, one bun!"

Lu Mingfei couldn't help laughing.

"Doudou, don't make trouble."

The girl's mother pulled her and smiled sheepishly at Lu Mingfei.

"Meat buns come in pieces, and vegetable buns come in pieces."

"OK."

Lu Mingfei calculated how much he would eat.

"Just give it to me..."

"The meat buns are delicious."

Doudou stood on tiptoes on the tricycle and looked up at him.

He swallowed as he spoke.

"Doudou also helped make steamed buns. Grandpa said you will be lucky if you eat the steamed buns made by Doudou."

"That's it."

Lu Mingfei nodded seriously.

"Then just pack up the remaining buns."

Doudou's mother was a little embarrassed and even persuaded Lu Mingfei. She had more than three drawers of steamed buns left, a total of thirty or forty years old. Even if Lu Mingfei, a young man, had a good appetite, he would still have to send them to the hospital if he had so many steamed buns.

Doudou's mother said that children are ignorant, don't listen to her nonsense, so many buns cost fifty, it would be a waste if you can't finish them all.

The little girl Doudou was jumping and jumping on the stool, repeating words like "Doudou didn't lie", "Blessed" and "Grandpa said it" over and over again.

"Okay, pack it for me."

Lu Mingfei waved his hand to stop Doudou's mother's advice and smiled.

"Let me also enjoy Doudou's blessing."

"Yeah, yeah."

The one who spoke was Doudou, who looked like his mother was a bad person and yelled angrily.

"Let him get a taste of it too!"

If it weren't for his unfamiliarity, Lu Mingfei would have wanted to pinch the little girl's fat face.

Not many people who make a living are really struggling with business. Seeing Lu Mingfei's insistence, Doudou's mother quickly picked up the plastic bag and started packing it.

Doudou rolled up her little sleeves and said enthusiastically, Mom, you are so busy, let Doudou help you, Doudou can also use bags!

Doudou's mother didn't say anything. She was packing the food. It would be so uncomfortable when she opened her mouth and spit on it.

Lu Mingfei chatted with the little girl. He asked Doudou where he learned the words he used to greet people at the beginning. Doudou proudly said that it was on TV, and even asked Lu Mingfei to come close to his ear and make milky sounds like she was sharing a secret. She angrily said that TV was fun. She would watch TV alone all day long when her mother was not at home. When her mother came back, she always praised Doudou for being such a good boy.

"That's it."

Lu Mingfei said.

The buns were packed, and Doudou's mother gave them three big bags. Lu Mingfei paid, which was less than fifty. When the woman took the banknotes, she said thank you twice awkwardly, and Lu Mingfei waved her hand.

"Why are you thanking me? I have to thank Xiaodoudou for being so lucky."

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

Doudou held his fist in his hands and shook it gracefully to Lu Mingfei.

"You're very welcome."

Little girls probably learned this from TV.

Lu Mingfei subconsciously hugged his fists when he saw them. The two children, one big and one small, greeted each other, leaving Doudou's mother alone and suddenly felt that she was a little redundant.

"By the way, let me ask about something."

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Is there any house for rent here?"

Doudou's mother thought seriously.

"Come to my house."

Doudou raised his hand to invite warmly.

Doudou's mother pulled the female doll again.

She pointed the direction to Lu Mingfei.

"There is an agency over there. It's quite big. A lot of people go there to look at houses. They have information about any houses for rent nearby. I heard they can help negotiate prices with the landlords."

"Oh, is that direction?"

"Yes, go straight, turn left at the intersection, go to Ruhai Supermarket and turn right, and you will see it. There is a big sign that says housing agency. It is easy to recognize."

Lu Mingfei nodded repeatedly.

"Thanks."