Chapter 10
Bailang is in a place where the Obedience Church, which has been supported by oil-rich countries in recent years, has infiltrated a lot. Thanks to some religious and ethnic policies in the past and the origin of the country's governance according to certain methods, the conflict in this place is actually quite serious. Especially in the intersection between the Obedience Church area and the non-Christian area, some troubles often arise. And Bailang is like this now. The hatted believers said they wanted to search the place he rented to see if there was any wine and meat.
"You're kidding! Drinking and eating meat is none of your business?" Bai Lang didn't like this kind of religion, so he answered these people very bluntly. So the verbal conflict quickly evolved into a physical conflict - these people were good at this, they relied on some kind of preferential treatment from their religious ethnicity, and they were fearless about this - and it was still in their territory, although it was an intersecting area.
Several strong believers rushed over, and then fell to the ground at a faster speed. If such an ordinary person could beat Bai Lang, then wouldn't the three years of hard training in boxing and kicking internal strength he had practiced after traveling through time be in vain? He didn't want to shock the world, he just dodged and punched normally, one punch after another, and his punching force control was naturally excellent, ensuring that he fainted instead of dying directly.
This was like stirring up a hornet's nest. The group of believers rushed over screaming, and the leader was actually the old man. A strong smell of mutton rushed over, and Bai Lang's five senses were sharp, and he wrinkled his nose. What was the purpose of this old man taking the lead? Bai Lang was not a fool. His memories before the time travel and his experience as a thug in the market after the time travel immediately let him know that these old men wanted to "scam".
"You are unlucky. It's useless to hit them." Bai Lang almost laughed out loud, and he threw punches happily. There is no need for any boxing skills to beat these people. Any other normal strong man who has practiced boxing for three months and has some talent can do it. He dodged a little and pretended to move his feet back and forth, then he drew his fists together and punched them one by one. It was very simple. "The key is to aim at the chin. One punch is enough to give them a concussion and make them fall down."
Bai Lang dubbed himself. When he knocked down the sixth and seventh person, the other party stopped coming up and started to call the police... Bai Lang ignored him and retreated into the room. He picked up the outdoor backpack that he had packed on weekdays, put it on his shoulder and left. However, at this moment, something fell from the beam and almost fell on his head. However, Bai Lang was agile and sharp-eyed. He could feel the wind as soon as it moved. He reached up and grabbed the thing. He didn't have time to look at it. He just put it in his arms and rushed out.
We can't wait for the police to come, this place will definitely suffer, so it's best to just leave - the rent is not much anyway, the money from selling the house will not be enough to rent it out until he dies. The little hats first saw the man who beat people retreat into the room, but they didn't dare to go in and could only curse. They quickly prepared to pull up their compatriot who fell to the ground, and at the same time blocked the man's door to let the police deal with it. When the time comes, the Han man will be in trouble.
However, I didn't expect that the Han man just went to get the package and then rushed out directly...
Bai Lang didn't have any scruples. After he came out, he knocked down all the little hats in front of him with one punch. This time, he hit them a little harder, and most of them ended up with broken bones. The gang immediately dispersed, even those with weapons in their hands began to flee - they had to flee, because those who were knocked unconscious before and those who had broken bones now also had weapons in their hands, but they were useless. It was obvious that the Han Chinese in front of him was a "martial arts master". The little hats took advantage and did not suffer any loss. It seemed that he would suffer a loss today, so he should ask the government for compensation. It was not worth it to be beaten to death by this Han Chinese at this time...
Bai Lang knocked down the little hat in front of him, and then saw that these little hats actually drove a truck, which was really happy . This man punched through the car window, stretched out his hand to tear off the car door, and by the way, he pulled off the frightened little hat driver with his other hand and threw him away. After getting in the car, he drove away - the key was not removed and the car was not turned off.
As he drove out of the city, the police probably didn't have time to stop him - from the time the police were called to the time Bai Lang left, it took less than three minutes in total, and the local police station didn't have time to organize personnel to dispatch.
Driving the truck on the highway, Bai Lang took out something from his arms, "Hmm? A wrapped... book?" He opened the wrapping casually. The book inside was not thick, and the printing looked very rough, so rough that Bai Lang suspected it was a manuscript. "The Thirteen Taibaos practiced the Golden Bell Cover? This... is the martial arts of Aobai Ao Shaobao?" This person immediately remembered the movie of Stephen Chow that he had watched for nostalgia after traveling here. The martial arts of Ao Shaobao were still well-known.
Basically, Bai Lang now thinks this is a joke. Before he traveled to that martial arts world for some unknown reason, he had read about the so-called "Shaolin Temple" craze before he was born on the Internet. From that era to the mid-1990s, there were countless so-called "martial arts secrets" in this society. Not to mention the Thirteen Taibao's Horizontal Training Golden Bell Cover, even the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and Yi Jin Jing had them...
Bai Lang, who was driving, also laughed at this, and was going to throw it away after flipping through it. "It is probably because one of the original owners was a kid who liked martial arts secrets, and he specially hid this thing on the beam." He turned the book over and saw that it was indeed printed in 1986. As for the printing company, it was obvious that it was a fake company, but the price was actually 1.2 yuan! It was considered a high-priced product in that era. No wonder the boy who bought this book hid it from his family - if it was leaked, he would most likely be hung up and beaten with a belt...
Bai Lang flipped open the book and glanced at it casually... "Hmm?" He continued to flip through the pages, and even stopped the car on the side of the road. "Hmm? Hmm! This... this is actually possible?" He was really shocked. With his current martial arts training, the Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Training Golden Bell Cover was actually something that could be practiced. Look at the training skills of the fists and feet, and the method of practicing qi. It was actually possible to practice it. At least there was nothing wrong with the rules of qi circulation.
In other words, this is really a martial art that can be practiced, but I don't know whether the Golden Bell Cover is real or fake, or some other martial art. However, looking at the above array of moves and the medicinal soups used to practice external martial arts and the pills for internal invigoration, it seems that there is really no problem.
