Chapter 227 Shaolin Kung Fu is good

After hearing these words, the casual and relaxed expression on Zheng Jirong's face suddenly condensed. He looked back at the man who spoke.

Scratchy long hair, sad stubble

But his eyes were bright, as if there were two flames in them, and they didn't look melancholy at all.

Moreover, the temperature in Hong Kong Island has dropped to almost below zero, but the man is only wearing a thin jacket, and even only a pair of summer shorts on his lower body. He is standing in a horse posture with his legs on a large bag of waste. , lowering his head and twisting his waist and hips.

After Zheng Jirong looked at it, he raised his eyebrows and asked:

"What did you say?"

"When I talk about the ball, I don't mean kick it like this!" The man raised his head and said loudly.

Zheng Jirong narrowed his eyes slightly and continued to ask: "Then how should we kick?"

"In one word, the waist and horse become one!"

"Oh?" Zheng Jirong asked deliberately after hearing this: "Then what does it mean that the waist and horse are one?"

Snapped!

The man jumped into the air on the scrap bag, and when his feet landed on the ground, there was a loud bang, like a firecracker exploding.

He walked up to Zheng Jirong with a serious face and explained: "The so-called integration of waist and horse is a way of saying among us martial arts practitioners. However, I see that you, sir, are a member of the same path as you are a tiger with a strong back and a wolf's waist, and you are obviously very magnanimous. However, If you want to know more about it, why not take two lessons of Shaolin Kung Fu with me."

"Shaolin Kung Fu? Is your friend a Shaolin disciple?"

After hearing this, the man smiled and said, "I am A Xing, who was once a lay disciple of Shaolin. Now I am a research monk."

"Research monk?" Zheng Jirong asked confused.

"Yes, I have been engaged in research on how to effectively promote Shaolin Kung Fu."

"Oh"

Zheng Jirong suddenly understood and pointed at Ah Xing and said: "So he is such a research monk, but then again."

He lowered his head slightly and looked at Ah Xing and asked, "Are you really good at kung fu?"

"of course!"

Seeing that Zheng Jirong didn't believe it, Axing immediately said: "My brothers and I once participated in the selection competition for the 18th Bronze Talents in Shaolin Temple! It's a pity that we lost in the finals to a group of people who like to use weapons to bully the smaller ones. asshole."

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Zheng Jirong pursed his lips tightly when he heard this. He didn't expect that the competition to select the 18th Bronze Player would be a team competition.

After coughing twice, he said seriously: "Actually, I am somewhat interested in Shaolin Kung Fu."

"Really, sir? If you are interested, we can study it together."

Zheng Jirong nodded and said: "Research is certain, and I might as well tell you that I am a very rich boss. With my joining, you will definitely be able to develop Shaolin Kung Fu faster and better."

Just when A Xing's face showed a look of surprise, he continued: But how do I know whether your kung fu is real or fake? "

"How could I lie to you?" Axing spread his hands and said, "I am a monk, boss!"

Seeing that Zheng Jirong still looked indifferent, Ah Xing turned around anxiously. At this moment, he saw the empty can on the ground, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

He pointed at the can and said to Zheng Jirong: "Boss, have you seen this bottle? Don't blink. Don't blink. Look carefully."

As soon as he finished speaking, he appeared next to the can like a ghost, and then kicked out his right foot quickly, so fast that it even produced an afterimage!

call out!

The can was kicked out instantly, flying into the air like a meteor, and quickly disappeared from Zheng Jirong's sight.

Good work! What a great one!

An empty can only weighs a few hundred grams at most, but it can be kicked hundreds of meters away by him!

The kung fu on this person's legs has reached an advanced level.

That’s right! This person must be the one whom the old master told him about going to Hong Kong Island to look for the powerful Vajra Legs that promote Shaolin Kungfu when he was in Wulongyuan!

After Asing kicked the bottle, he still felt that it was not enough. Then he pointed to a big tree on the roadside where two people were hugging each other and said: "Sir, if you still don't believe it, I will kick this tree off and show it to you!"

After saying that, before Zheng Jirong could respond, he rushed out like an arrow and arrived at the tree in the blink of an eye. But this time, as soon as he raised his feet, a big hand tightly wrapped around his calf! The two waves of true energy collided, instantly sending paper scraps and rubbish on the dusty ground around them flying several meters away!

Axing turned his head and saw Zheng Jirong's palm grasping his leg like an eagle's claw. He couldn't help but be surprised: "Dragon Claw Hand?! Sir, are you from Shaolin too?"

Zheng Jirong breathed a sigh of relief after seeing this kid stopped. This was a busy city. If this guy kicked a big tree out of thin air, he would be on the news headlines.

As for the dragon claw hand, he learned it from his senior brother when he was in Wulongyuan. During this period of time, he has been practicing it and has become somewhat good at it.

He then looked at the right leg with full, elastic muscles and strong lines in his hand, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "What a killer chicken leg!"

"Sir, these are my powerful Vajra legs."

"I know, it's just something I suddenly felt."

Zheng Jirong released his palm and saw the confusion on Ah Xing's face next to him. He stretched out his hand and said with a smile, "Let me introduce myself. My surname is Zheng. You can call me Brother Rong."

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Kadoorie Hill, home.

Ruan Mei brought the re-cooked pot of rice to the dining table, and then sat next to Zheng Jirong. She bent her arms on the table and supported her chin, looking curiously at Ah Xing opposite him who was devouring his food.

Just an hour ago, she had just come out of the women's clothing store and found Brother Rong chatting happily with a man who was scavenging on the roadside, and she even invited him to her home on the spot.

After some conversation, she found out that the man's name was A Xing, who, like her and Brother Rong, was from the south. He had just arrived in Hong Kong more than a month ago and had been doing some waste recycling work to make a living.

Ruan Mei didn't find anything special about this man. If I had to say it, it was that his appetite rivaled that of Brother Rong.

Zheng Jirong filled Ah Xing's cup with water and said enthusiastically: "When you arrive at Brother Rong's house, it's like arriving at your own home. Don't be polite to me. How about it? Is it enough? If not, I'll call the restaurant. Hurry up and make some food and send it over."

Axing finished scooping up the rice in the bowl, burped, picked up the napkin on the table, wiped his mouth, and said with a hearty smile, "Thank you, Brother Rong, for your hospitality. I haven't been so full for a long time."

"Hahaha", Zheng Jirong smiled happily after seeing it: "If you are hungry in the future, come to me, but I think you will never be hungry in the future, Axing."

After hearing what he said, Axing quickly asked: "Brother Rong, you told me on the road before that you had a way to promote Shaolin Kung Fu. Can you tell me what the specific way is?"

"Hey, don't be impatient."

Zheng Jirong pressed his palm down and said to him, "Aren't you curious why I know the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand?"

"Um" Axing nodded and said, "I'm curious. Brother Rong, are you also a disciple who passed through the Eighteen Bronze Men and came out of the Shaolin Temple?"

"That's not true," Zheng Jirong explained: "Although I am quite curious about the Shaolin Temple, I haven't had the chance to visit it yet. I learned my dragon claw skills at Wulong Yuan. To be honest, I am the only layman in Wulong Yuan. Disciple, contemporary walking, close disciple of Master Changmei!"

He pointed at Ah Xing and said, "In terms of seniority, you should call me senior brother!"

Zheng Jirong saw that Ah Xing twisted his eyebrows tightly after hearing what he said, thinking that he was dissatisfied with his seniority. Just when he was about to continue to fool him, Ah Xing suddenly said:

"Brother Rong, Master Changmei is a senior monk of the same generation as our Shaolin Abbot. The abbot is my master. Logically speaking, I should call you Brother Rong, your uncle."

"oh?"

Zheng Jirong touched his chin when he heard this, "So that's it, forget it, you can call me whatever you want."

"That's not okay," Axing immediately shook his head and said, "The abbot has told me that we must respect our teachers outside the home, otherwise if he discovers us, we will be imprisoned for fifty years at the least!"

After saying that, he was about to stand up and give a big salute to Zheng Jirong. Zheng Jirong raised his hand to stop him and said, "Since you respect teachers, you must listen to your elders. Don't salute. Get up quickly. You don't want to hear me promote Shaolin Kung Fu." Is there any way?"

After hearing this, Ah Xing quickly got up from the ground and asked Zheng Jirong hurriedly: "Uncle Master, if you have any good ideas, please tell me. When I came down the mountain, the abbot specifically told me to carry forward Shaolin Kungfu. If I If we can't do it, with the abbot's temper, he will definitely send eighteen bronze men out of the mountain to catch me back, and then I will never be able to go down the mountain again from now on!"

Hearing this, Zheng Jirong couldn't help but take two steps back, as if he had gotten to know Ah Xing again, and looked him up and down in surprise.

Why are you so eager to promote Shaolin Kungfu, not because of your dream, but because you are afraid that you will be punished by your petty abbot if you fail to complete the task? !

After thinking for a while, he patted Ah Xing on the shoulder and said, "Ah Xing, since you want to promote Shaolin Kung Fu, the first step must be to let others know who you are, right?"

"That's right!"

"The fastest way to get to know someone is through newspapers and TV. Even if you are an unknown person, if you see him a few times in newspapers or TV movies, you will definitely know him, right?"

"Uncle Master really knows the bottom!"

"These days, the only people who can be reported on TV all the time, apart from wealthy businessmen and celebrities, are movie stars. You don't look like the former, but as for the latter."

Zheng Jirong put his arms around his shoulders and said, "Do you think kung fu and movies are the same thing?!"

“Kung Fu plus movies?”

After hearing this, Ah Xing was shocked and said: "You are very capable, but I don't know how to do it!"

"You can learn it, right? Your uncle and I happen to have a film company. After you join, we will serve you exclusively. We will only make kung fu movies! I have already thought of a name, it will be called "Kung Fu"!"

""effort"?!"

"Don't like it? Then make "Shaolin Football". After all, it's all about promoting Shaolin Kung Fu?"

Ah Xing, who was in a downtime state, came to his senses instantly after hearing the words "Shaolin Football". He seemed to have thought of something, grabbed Zheng Jirong's arm and asked: "Uncle Master, since kung fu and movies are involved If it’s the head, what about adding football? Can we do it?”

"Oh, Ah Xing, you are messing around here and there. It makes us look very unprofessional."

"Well, I'll listen to you, Uncle Master."

Zheng Jirong pulled Ah Xing to sit on the sofa in the living room. He lit a cigarette and thought about it, then asked, "Did you go down the mountain alone this time?"

"No, this time I and my six senior brothers went down the mountain together, but they are all in the south now, and I am the only one who went out to sea."

Zheng Jirong nodded and said, "How are their kung fu?"

"It's amazing! And they each have their own strengths, especially my senior brother's iron head skills. He can explode hundreds of wine bottles without any problem!"

After hearing what he said, Zheng Jirong nodded with satisfaction. I don't know if it was because of the inertia of time and space or something. Although he recognized Ah Xing at the first sight, he selectively forgot about his identity. The senior brother who possesses special skills chose to support Ah Xing in making movies and put him under the Huasheng Group to work for him.

But now I know that there are people like Tietou Gong and Wuying Grasping Shou behind.

He said sternly to Ah Xing: "Now that I think about it, Ah Xing's kung fu plus football is very exciting! It's even more exciting than the movies!"

"Really, uncle?" A Xing had a look of surprise on his face, but he turned and said with a grimace: "Although I usually love watching football, I don't know how to play football."

"You don't know how to play football? Then what did you say to me about 'the waist and the horse become one'?"

"I just said that casually, and"

"Okay," Zheng Jirong raised his hand and interrupted: "If you don't know, then learn! As long as you study hard for a few months, I guarantee that you will become a football superstar popular in Asia in the future!"

"Hehehehe", Axing touched his head in embarrassment after hearing this and said, "Is it true, Brother Rong? I would never dare to dream of such a scene."

"Axing, believe me, uncle," Zheng Jirong looked into his eyes and said, "If you don't have dreams, what's the difference between being a salted fish and a salted fish? Just listen to me!"

"good!"

Axing nodded heavily and said, "Then what should I do now? Learn to play football?"

Zheng Jirong smiled and said: "Don't worry, football is not played by one person. Let's go to the south first to find all your brothers. From now on, they will be the main members of our team. I have already thought of their names. Huasheng Shaolin Team! How about it!"

"I understand Shaolin Team. What does Huasheng Shaolin Team mean?"

"Holy shit, are you stupid? Only when ZH becomes stronger can you Shaolin Kung Fu flourish, right?"

"That makes sense!"

Axing said in agreement: "Okay! Then I will go back to find my brothers and sisters now!"

"There's no need to be in such a hurry," Zheng Jirong said with a smile, "The Chinese New Year will be here in a few days. Wouldn't it be different to wait until the Spring Festival is over with my uncle before leaving?"

"Thank you for your kindness, uncle, but I really can't control my mood now. I will take the boat back tonight and I will definitely bring my brothers and sisters to Hong Kong Island as soon as possible!"

Seeing Ah Xing's determined look, Zheng Jirong stopped trying to persuade her. He told Ruan Mei, who had been watching the show for a long time, to go upstairs and get 100,000 yuan in cash.

After a while, Zheng Jirong put the money into Ah Xing's hand and told him: "This money is not only for you, but also for your brothers and sisters. I think they should each have families. After you see them, Share the money equally with each of their families so that they can come to Hong Kong Island with peace of mind."

"Thank you, uncle!"

Axing hugged Zheng Jirong in emotion, patted his back and said excitedly: "Our brothers will never let you down, Brother Rong!"

"After the football team is formed, I want people all over the world to admire our Shaolin Kung Fu with sincerity."

"Shaolin Kung Fu is great!"

I would like to apologize to everyone. I don’t know whether I have a cold or something. I feel a little unwell today and feel light-headed, so the number of words today is a little less than before, and there is no plot. I’m sorry.