dkrc Chapter 204 Blaming Others
Chapter 204 Blaming Others
Chapter 204
Afterwards, there was another woman, because there were vehicles in the front and rear parking spaces, her car could not be parked in the parking space without scratching the paint of other people's cars, and she fell into distress.
At this time, the eminent monk Mingfeng appeared on the stage again, and an iron sand palm was thrown at the bullock cart, smashing it into the parking lot.
When the parking lady passed by, Zhou Xing promoted himself again, but was mistaken for a beggar. After throwing him a dime, the lady left quickly as if avoiding the plague.
After that, a tree trimmer and gardener ran into trouble, and the hotel manager was very dissatisfied with him after pruning a tree for a year, and it still looked like this.
"Isn't it? Come again!"
Mingfeng looked at the cassock that kept pressing towards him beside him, and let out a desperate roar.
The eminent monk Mingfeng is online again.
This time, he held a long sword in his hand, and flew up and down around a big tree with his feet on the ground. Every time he cut the sword, a lot of branches and leaves fell off. Every time, the tree was pruned.
Before it was over, the screen jumped and came to the front of the temple, but the plaque was empty.
The eminent monk Mingfeng used a sword as a pen, and after the flashes of swords and swords, the temple plaque left Shaolin authentic four!
"What kind of sword technique is this?"
"Shaolin Dugu Nine Swords!"
Zhou Xing was talking nonsense with his eyes open, Ming Feng would be a ghost if he believed him!
"Kungfu is not about fighting and fighting. It's just a misunderstanding of everyone. The ultimate goal of our martial arts practitioners is to strengthen our bodies!"
With that said, the gate of the temple opened, eighteen golden-bodied arhats walked out from behind, and collectively performed a set of arhat boxing.
"It's almost there, I still have something to do, let's do it for today!"
Ming Feng tore off the cassock he was wearing, and said perfunctory words, ready to leave at any time.
"Hey, you have to seize the opportunity, you must know that cripples can also practice martial arts!"
Zhou Xing's words directly ignited Mingfeng's full stomach of anger.
In terms of offending people, Zhou Xing seems to have made a lot of achievements.
"What are you lame, what eye do you see that I am lame! And you idiot, what right do you have to call me lame!"
"Yes! I'm lame, but what does it have to do with you, get out, get out of here!"
To vent his grievances, Ming Feng stuffed the business card that Zhou Xing had given him into the beer can in his hand, and threw the can directly on him.
After the beer can hit the ground, it bounced up, and Zhou Xing reacted instinctively, kicking the can.
Immediately, a gust of wind brushed past Mingfeng's ears, and the beer cans that flew by turned into afterimages and disappeared into the sky.
For a moment, Ming Feng was frightened, but he was afraid that his mind would flood into his heart afterwards, and he just mocked Zhou Xing.
Looking at the drunken Mingfeng, Zhou Xing didn't say much, and he wasn't really angry, he was just a little disappointed because he lost another card for no reason.
At this time, the hotel attendant came out and asked Zhou Xing if he still took the junk in the store?
His stern complexion quickly warmed up, and after a fancy face change, Zhou Xing said goodbye to the hotel staff with a smile on his face, and walked towards the crowd carrying the tatters he had collected.
Ming Feng muttered, complaining constantly, turned his back to Zhou Xing, and went somewhere.
Walking on the street, Zhou Xing was practicing martial arts while walking. After seeing a shoe store, he stopped, looked at the pairs of clean sneakers in the store through the display cabinet, and showed envious eyes.
The shoes he is wearing now have become dilapidated, and there are even a few big holes in the upper. Through the big holes in the shoes, the right thumb is clearly visible.
Standing outside the display cabinet of the shoe store, without waiting for him to think, the staff in the store came out to chase him away.
There were people coming and going on the street, and Zhou Xing was dressed so poorly, he was obviously not someone who could afford shoes. Standing outside the store, apart from affecting the customers, had no benefit at all.
Zhou Xing didn't hold back, and didn't get angry with the clerk, because there was no need for it.
Walking through a market, on the way to the scrap yard, Zhou Xing effortlessly kicked the refrigerator onto the top of the debris pile.
Passers-by on the side saw this and praised his legs.
Such a powerful leg, how did it get to where it is today?
With such skill, it shouldn't be.
The passers-by were puzzled, and when they couldn't figure it out, they stopped wasting energy, "It has nothing to do with him anyway.
After collecting the junk all morning, the final selling price was only 20 cents. Zhou Xing wanted the boss to add another 10 cents, but he was quickly kicked out.
Sweet buns!
The signboard of such a steamed bun shop came into Zhou Xing's eyes. There was a young girl in the shop, who was standing outside the shop door and making noodles while settling accounts for customers.
The girl was not very old, but unfortunately, her delicate face was covered with red sores. I don't know if it was an infectious disease or a skin disease.
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The passers-by who came and went did not dare to get too close to her, so they could only greet her from a distance.
And her way of meeting faces is also unusual.
Tai Chi starting hand style, slide out the yin and yang fish with clear water, rub between the dough, speed up the rotation of the dough, after the flour is glued through the water, pat the table with one palm, and shake the dough into the air.
With two palms covered with flour, knead the nodes of the half-empty dough. After relaying strength, the high-speed rotating smooth surface becomes more chewy.
The dough flies high three times in a row, saving energy with the help of gravity, and at the same time, changing the various focus points of the dough.
Finally, the dough rotated at high speed and fell back to the table. When the rest of the power was not discharged, it was still rotating on the table. The rotating dough rolled up the flour floating around, so that it would no longer stick and facilitate subsequent processing.
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"Amei, give me ten steamed buns!"
In a building in the street, a window opened, and a man shouted at the girl downstairs, and at the same time threw the pressure cooker with the lid in his hand down.
The girl who kneaded the dough was Amei. She pushed the dough with her palm and slid the dough to one side. She turned her back to the thrown pressure cooker and caught it with her backhand.
Zhou Tian turned around, and after the pot's subsequent falling force was removed, Amei sent it to the kneading table.
As soon as the lid was lifted, the steamed bun coins stored inside were still circling around the wall of the pot.
Ah Mei tilted the pot to break the coin turnover pattern, let the money in the pot stop, and counted the amount correctly, so she put away all the money and prepared to get steamed buns for the person upstairs.
she did. Everything was seen by Zhou Xing not far away.
It was rare to see a martial arts practitioner, Zhou Xingjian was so happy that he couldn't control his emotions, and he sang and made friends in front of the public.
"Tai Chi Kung Fu making steamed buns ~ earth-shattering!"
His roar frightened the girls in line in front.
In this era, they had never seen a lunatic like Zhou Xing on the street.
Singing at every turn, what's wrong with this?
When the song is sung, it can be described as earth-shattering, and passers-by keep leaving them.
Even the few customers outside the steamed bun shop looked at Zhou Xing and laughed wildly, talking about this guy as a towel who escaped from that mental hospital. .