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??I turned around and looked at Erbing with a horrifying gaze.

Erbing was stunned for a moment, then remembered something again. He raised his hand to take off the big block of the security guard who was buckled on his head, and flew away. Finally, he said seriously: "Brother, hit me. You really try it. I have been practicing this iron-headed qigong for a long time."

I was shocked and a ray of ominousness suddenly rose in my heart.

"Don't go, brother, are you... okay?" I hesitated.

"Brother, you look down on me."

I said, "Then, I'll give it a try?"

"Come on, it's okay. Go here and smash it hard, you took the brick and smash it hard."

I looked around and saw that there seemed to be a few bricks in the haystack not far away. I went over and found one casually. I was worried that it was a special bread brick made by Erbingdi, so I even knocked it twice.

Very real big brick.

The red brick is very hard, very hard.

I took the brick and walked over.

Erbing slapped his head and took a deep breath.

I looked at it again and again, and I said, "I smashed it."

"Uh-huh!"

Erbing nodded twice.

"It's really smashed!"

"Uh-huh."

I took the brick, and I gritted my teeth and raised my hand!

"Oh my god." Erbing let out a scream.

While the bricks were broken in half, a wisp of red blood came down Erbing's forehead.

Under the moonlight.

I looked at Erbing.

Erbing looked at me.

Finally, he reached out to wipe his face.

Put your hand in front of you and look at it.

"Blood, blood...blood..."

He just screamed twice in a row...

Erbing's eyes rolled and he fell to the ground.

I stood there blankly, letting the cold evening breeze blow slightly messy for a while. I put the small half of the brick in my hand in front of me and looked carefully.

I was dizzy.

It turned out that this was a brick removed from the wall, and several sharp cement slags were highlighted on one side of the brick.

Stop talking about anything, I will fly bricks, carry people, and run to the hospital!

Two hours later, in the emergency room of a nearby hospital.

Erbing sat beside me, reached out and touched his bandaged head, and said to me seriously: "Brother, today is a little accident. Another day, you can try my Iron Head Kung Fu again, and I will let you see the opening hand."

I patted Erbing on the shoulder and said in a deep voice: "Erbing, your kung fu is amazing! It's really amazing. I know it, I understand it. Erbing, you don't have to show it to me, you really don't need to."

Erbing sighed lightly.

"Oh! It's really unfavorable. I've been afraid of blood since I was a child and I'll dizzy when I see it. Brother, this matter makes you worry. Yes, how much does the medical cost cost? In my pocket..."

Erbing took out his pockets and took out seven yuan and five yuan. Fengtou.

I pressed his hand down.

"Okay, okay, don't worry about the medical expenses, don't worry, I will pay for the money, I will pay for it."

"Brother, how can this work? When I get my salary, I will pay you back the money. How much is it? Take that order and I will take it."

Although I kept saying that Erbing didn't need to pay, Erbing disagreed and snatched the order. After carefully checking the number, he put it in his pocket and said that he would pay me back the money at the end of the month.

Ten minutes later, the CT video was shot and said that his head was fine, so he just asked Erbing to go home to rest.

In this way, I left the hospital with Erbing.

When I came out, I wanted to take a taxi to send it back to Erbing.

Erbing disagreed and said that taking a taxi in Beijing was too expensive. The place where he lived was not far from here, just four or five kilometers away. He arrived after walking for a while.

I couldn't argue, so I agreed.

OK, let's go!

On the way back, I chatted with Erbing, and then I learned his basic origin.

Erbing is from Shaanxi. When he was about thirteen years old, his family moved to Henan to raise sheep for others. At that time, Erbing stopped reading and just lived with a group of sheep every day.

During this period, he met a lonely old man living in the mountains.

The old man is in his seventies and lives in a broken house.

Erbing is kind-hearted. Seeing the hardships of the old man, he often brings some rice and flour from his family to the elderly.

After a while, Erbing knew that the old man's surname was Lu.

Mr. Lu didn't say where he was, nor did he say why he came here.

After asking about Erbing's eight characters, he said that he would spread Erbing something.

I know this thing, iron-headed skills, monument-opening hands, and strong legs.

The situation in the future is basically the same as when I met Ma Biaozi. Anyway, Erbing was stubborn and told him to practice how he practiced, and in the end he really made it.

Mr. Lu left half a year ago when Erbing left home. Before leaving, the old man also gave advice, such as asking him not to show any kung fu casually, etc.

Not long after Mr. Lu left his hometown, the sheep were scattered because it had already formed a large-scale base.

Erbing's parents worked at the base, so he had nothing to do. After feeding the sheep for a few days, a relative from Xi'an worked as a security captain in the capital. When Erbing heard that Erbing had nothing to do, he recruited him to be a small security guard in the capital.

These two Bing had just arrived in the capital for a few months.

It's fresh everywhere.

After a month or two, he made his kung fu feel so bored. Later, he walked around nearby and found this small park. Next, like me, he jumped into the big wall and started practicing his kung fu.

In the past, our time was staggered.

Today, Erbing practiced greed for a while and then he saw me.

Then I had this contact with me.

Erbing asked me what I did, and I said I was just working for someone and didn’t do anything else.

Erbing said, yes, it’s not necessary to learn martial arts, it’s really atrocity. If I had known this, it would be better not to learn it.

I didn't say anything, just told him that a hero will eventually have a place of use, so he doesn't need to worry about this.

Then, when he was about to arrive at the security dormitory where he lived, Erbing and I left each other's mobile phone numbers. We made an appointment with each other. Every day, we jumped into the park together and practiced under the crooked tree.

That day, Erbing returned to the dormitory. Seeing that he was fine, I took a taxi and went home alone.

That night, I thought I had found a friend who could practice martial arts with me. Although this friend had a little bit of a "two", I liked to make friends with him because he was simple!

The simplicity in his bones can be seen from his eyes.

His heart is clean, even cleaner than the senior intellectuals I have met in school and gyms.

But the fact is not that simple...

In the next half month, Erbing really practiced martial arts with me every day.

I did open my eyes, too.

His monument-opening hand is really amazing. He is almost ten centimeters thick granite slabs, and he can slap them with one palm.

As for the strong legs, I took them a few times.

His legs were very heavy, not inferior to those kicked out when Qiao Xiong was the strongest.

According to Erbing, he still kicked with strength. If he kicked hard, I guess I would have to be 70% of my strength to withstand his leg strength.

Erbing's practice method is very special.

He stood in a horse stance, and then used his breathing, breathing, and beating all over his body to practice something called breath.

It is very special for him to hold his breath, but he can continue to breathe after inhaling it, not like holding his breath.

This practice should originate from an ancient outer kung fu.

But I only asked for a few questions and didn't ask more details. After all, this is someone else's thing. The most taboo thing in martial arts is to use words to trap others' skills.
To be continued...