My little brother is the protagonist

"Fang Jueming?"

After hearing this, the old-fashioned middle-aged man thought of something, and said thoughtfully, "The Fang Family, Guwu Flash Fist?"

Fang Jueming lowered his head, hesitated for a while, and replied in a trembling voice, "Exactly."

The middle-aged man pondered slightly.

He had heard of the Fang family, and among the ancient martial arts family, they were no longer considered ancient martial arts.

Not long ago, the current Patriarch of the Fang family was pinched to death by a killer, and became a joke in the entire Gu Wu family circle.

After all, not everyone can be called a warrior, and the existence of such people only lowers their qualifications.

Flash Fist, this set of boxing that once caused a sensation in the entire martial arts world, now there are only two or three punches left to survive, what qualifications can it be called ancient martial arts!

The middle-aged man glanced at the fist marks on the sandbag, and said calmly: "You are invited to clean the gymnasium, not to let you practice boxing!"

Warriors are different from ordinary people, so the filling in the sandbags is also different, it is a substance called grit.

But under Fang Jueming's fist strength, the whole sandbag appeared to be broken.

He just saw that Fang Jueming's fist strength is not terrifying, it can only show that he has been hammering sandbags one after another!

Fang Jueming's expression changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Curator, I won't delay my work when I practice boxing, even if I don't need salary, please don't drive me away."

Looking at Fang Jueming's hand, the curator's expression changed slightly.

On his hands, blood appeared faintly, and there were healed blood scabs on the fist bones.

People who learn ancient martial arts will take extra care to protect their bodies. This kid obviously pays great attention to this point, but even so, he still practiced himself until his hands were covered with blood.

The curator's tone eased, and he said leisurely: "Starting tomorrow, you can practice boxing with Dawu and the others."

Hearing this sentence, Fang Jueming was stunned.

Dawu and the others are students in the martial arts school, and being able to practice boxing with them means that

Fang Jueming said dully: "Curator"

The curator waved his hand and said seriously: "Call Master from now on, I value you very much."

The name of the curator is Wu Tong.

If anyone knows him, he must know his other name, cold face ax fist!

The fists open and close, like a heavy axe, making it difficult to parry.

Relying on this fierce fist, Wu Tong once shocked the entire martial arts world!

Hearing that Wu Tong wanted to accept him as an apprentice, Fang Jueming was slightly taken aback. After gritting his teeth, he clasped his fists and said respectfully: "Thank you for the curator's favor, but I already have a master."

"Is there a master?"

Wu Tong frowned slightly.

He wanted to accept disciples, and I don't know how many people have sharpened their heads and wanted to be his disciples, but this kid actually refused!

"Do you know who I am?" Wu Tong asked leisurely.

"Cold-faced ax punch! I've heard of the curator's reputation when I was young."

Fang Jueming did not hide it, and said solemnly.

Wu Tong's lips moved slightly.

He also understands that being a teacher for one day is a father for life.

According to the ancient martial arts rules, after appreciating a master, one should respect the master as a father, and one should not have half-hearted intentions.

But in this era when the ancient martial arts have withered, there are still people who will cling to the rules passed down from their ancestors.

Wu Tong said indifferently: "In this case, then you won't be called master and apprentice. You should go to bed early and gather at the boxing arena at [-] o'clock tomorrow. The tuition fee will be deducted from your salary."

"Yes, curator!"

Fang Jueming's delicate face became flushed with excitement.

He succeeded, he never expected that he could really learn boxing in the cold-faced ax boxing gym!

All this is like a dream.

"Fang, you have to thank me for this! I want you to invite me to a movie."

Standing behind Fang Jueming, a girl in school uniform, with twin ponytails and a colorful lollipop in her mouth, said with a smile.

"Wu Shuangshuang, why are you here?"

Fang Jueming looked at the little girl dully, scratched his head, a little afraid to look her in the eyes, he hesitated and said: "Today, there is no class today?"

"Practice boxing and practice stupid, today is already the weekend."

Wu Shuangshuang stretched out her tender little hand, knocked on his head and said: "How about it, my sister and I will go out, and dad will decide to take you as an apprentice. You are not too serious."

"You are younger than me."

Fang Jueming spoke earnestly, but suddenly his face froze: "Is the curator your father?"

Wu Shuangshuang: ""

"Big idiot! Do you think your sincerity really touched my father?"

Wu Shuangshuang gave him a blank look.

However, she was still very surprised that her father could accept Fang Jueming as his disciple. After all, Wu Tong had confiscated his disciples for ten years, and those people in the martial arts gym were nothing more than students.

"My father had a hard time trying to accept him as an apprentice, but you actually refused."

Wu Shuangshuang's big eyes flickered, and she asked curiously, "I really want to know what kind of person your master is?"

Fang Jueming said solemnly and seriously: "He is very powerful! Very powerful!"

"Auntie, I came first!"

An Yi pushed the shopping cart, which was full of bread.

"You can buy so much temporary bread by coming first! There is no reason!" The aunt on the opposite side was full of righteous indignation.

"My mother-in-law has a big appetite, no!"

"Your wife is three hundred catties! Eat so much! Young man, let me tell you! If you don't give up this bread today, I will lie down."

"Oh, rely on the old and sell the old, you can lie down if you have the ability!"

Pfft!

"Auntie, get up quickly, the floor is cold."

supermarket door.

An Yi and Shen Muxuan gnawed on the bread.

After gulping down a bottle of mineral water, An Yi asked Shen Muxuan next to her, "Are you full?"

"almost."

Shen Muxuan nodded, and said seriously: "Let's continue looking?"

"It's not the way to go blindly. I'll take you to meet someone."

As An Yi thought about it, he casually threw the empty bottle into the trash can more than ten meters away from him.

At the end of July, the weather is hot, and the hot sun is scorching the earth.

The bricks on the construction site are extremely hot.

The thick cigar in Ding Renfeng's mouth also turned into five yuan a box of jade cigarettes.

"Brother Feng, let's change the site, this construction site is really not done by people."

Yaoji was so tired that he was sweating all over, and said bitterly.

They have been here for two weeks, and some of the brothers who came together, because they are unwilling to give up their happy life, are still doing evil and doing evil everywhere.

The other part followed him honestly to work on the construction site and earned coolie money.

"Idiot, this construction site costs 400 yuan a day! How can other jobs be so happy?"

Ding Renfeng smoked a cigarette, glanced at Yaoji and said.

Yaoji was a little aggrieved. In the past, he only needed two bus routes, and he could earn three or four thousand.

"Hey, long hair over there, someone is looking for you." The construction site supervisor shouted.

Yaoji was angry: "Who is the one who rides the horse?"

Ding Renfeng stopped him, motioned him not to cause trouble, and threw away the cigarette: "Here we come."