What if I'm really rich

Falling in love with you, what should I do if I'm really rich?

In the main hall, Su Zegang finished talking with Xiao Baoying...and learned that she arrived in Beijing safely and returned to the martial arts hall.

Then I saw that there was another person in the main hall, that person was dressed as a monk, and he was about 50 to [-] years old.

Seeing Su Ze coming in, Tan Shizhong quickly stood up... smiled and raised his hand to introduce him:

"Aze, this is Master Shi from Shaolin Temple, my old friend from the past, come forward to talk."

After being formally introduced by Tan Shizhong, who is still an old friend of Master, Su Ze did not dare to be sloppy and quickly said respectfully:

"Master Shi!"

The monk looked at Su Ze, nodded and flickered his eyes, then looked at Tan Shizhong with a smile and said:

"It's better to be famous than to meet him. I got to meet Brother Shizhong's beloved disciple today. He really is a good-looking talent, but..."

The other party's first half sentence was good, but the second half made Tan Shizhong's heart tighten, and he couldn't help saying:

"Knowing that Hongda is a careful person, if Aze has some stubborn illness, can you tell me frankly."

Hearing this, the monk glanced at the slightly suspicious Su Ze, then shook his head lightly at Tan Shizhong and said:

"Brother Shizhong, do you still remember the two words of Xu Zijiang in Runan who commented on Cao Mengde?"

Tan Shizhong was a little surprised. He glanced at Su Ze who was becoming more and more puzzled, and then said:

"Honda... don't say such nonsense."

"No, it's just a metaphor."

The monk shook his head slightly again, then seemed to think for a while, and said in a slightly relaxed tone:

"In my view, there are two fates for lovers, so comparing Cao Mengde, the two are not the same."

"What kind of fate?"

Wu Monk and Tan Shizhong became acquainted because of martial arts, but Tan Shizhong also understood that the other party had other skills.

"Aze, you go out first..."

"It's okay."

Seeing that Tan Shizhong wanted to drive Su Ze away, the monk raised his hand to stop Su Ze who was about to respectfully leave.

Seeing this, Tan Shizhong felt relieved for the most part...Since Su Ze can listen, it is not necessarily a bad thing.

Stared at by Su Ze and Tan Shizhong, the monk showed a little smile on his face, and said in a calm manner:

"For the fate of wealth and honor, Tiansha kills seven times... My nephew is rich and rich, but there are greedy wolves, and Tiansha provokes people around, it is difficult to break."

Tan Shizhong vaguely understood the meaning of the monk, but Su Ze was completely at a loss and didn't quite understand...

"Hongda, what impact will this have on Ze... You mean, he has two paths in the future?"

After hearing the question, the monk glanced at Su Ze...then picked up the teacup, took a sip and said softly:

"My nephew's order to commit peach blossoms is the fate of wealth and honor. Don't talk about anything else. Brother Shi Zhong, don't ask."

"Peach Blossom..."

Tan Shizhong glanced at Su Ze, thinking of his daughter and Xiao Baoying who had just left.

Isn't this the murder of peach blossoms...

Tan Shizhong heaved a little sigh of relief after getting this half-good news, which was not the worst after all.

The monk saw that Tan Shizhong and the two didn't pay attention to what he said, so he didn't say any more, but continued to look at Su Ze... and muttered something weird.

Tan Shizhong withdrew his thoughts and looked at Su Ze...Suddenly realized that they had forgotten the business.

Thinking of this, Tan Shizhong stood up, raised his hand to signal the monk, and said:

"Aze, Master Shi's boxing and kicking skills are superb. This time I invite you to take it seriously."

In fact, Tan Shizhong didn't need to say, Su Ze already understood the other party's intentions by seeing the other party's dress and aura.

Nodding seriously, Su Ze bowed his hands to the two respectfully, and then said softly:

"Yes, I will never forget my great kindness."

Seeing this, Tan Shizhong looked at the monk.

"Hongda, thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay."

Monk Guzi/span waved his hand, then left his seat...Looking at Su Ze, he raised his hand and said:

"I heard from your master that you can integrate Chen style Tai Chi now, so you might as well try it with me."

Su Ze looked at the not-so-big main hall, glanced at Tan Shizhong... then looked at him and asked:

"Is it here?"

"Aze!"

At this time, the other party hadn't answered yet, Tan Shizhong stood aside, and said seriously:

"Not every time you make a shot, there is an environment to do your best. I hope you don't break the tables and chairs, and try it with Master Shi."

"Yes, Master."

Speaking of which, Su Ze really has never shot indoors, and now he still has a little excitement in his heart.

"Please!"

Su Ze looked at the monk seriously, and just as he made a gesture... the opponent directly raised his hand to attack.

Too direct, too fast... Su Ze almost didn't react, but fortunately, he was prepared in his heart.

Following Tan Shizhong's instructions, he asked not to break the tables and chairs, but the other party took the advantage first, and took Su Ze away to the tables and chairs.

Su Ze has been exposed to Beiquan before, but compared to Taijiquan, monks are obviously very radical.

The technique is sharp, the legwork is changeable and magical, and the bodywork is naturally ingenious, like an arrow that has been taken off the bow.

"boom!"

In order to protect the flower pot beside him, Su Ze got a blow on his right arm, and then raised his hand to block the punch behind him.

Unlike the familiar Tan Shizhong and Xiao Baoying, who was not as strong as him, Su Ze didn't use his strength, but had to protect the table and chairs, so he had nothing to do with the opponent for a while.

He could only passively dodge, block, or be beaten... It wasn't until he became familiar with the opponent's ways that Su Ze gradually took some initiative.

But he's meow... The opponent's style of punching has changed, and the whole person is uncertain, fast and changeable.

The combination of rigidity and softness is the most obvious feature Su Ze feels, especially when it is multiplied.

When it is soft, it is too soft, Su Ze seems to be hitting cotton, when it is firm, it is too firm... It feels like the other party is a big mountain.

Tan Shizhong watched from the side, and vaguely found many loopholes in Su Ze, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing softly.

Fortunately, he had the foresight to spare some time for Su Ze to rehearse in advance, rather than scratching his head during the game.

"boom!"

Unable to take care of one, the monk kicked at Su Ze and was dodged by him, then turned and kicked at the chair.

In an instant, the chair was torn apart, Su Ze raised his hand to press the monk's attacking arm, and pulled it down.

However, the other party drew back quickly, and when Su Ze bent over, one leg was lifted up to his head and opened.

Pressing his palms, Su Ze raised his legs and wrestled with the opponent, palms together, looking for his loopholes.

But the opponent was both offensive and defensive, like an insurmountable mountain, Su Ze had to back away with his fists covered.

"Honda, catch it!"

At this moment, a black wooden stick flew towards... Su Ze watched as it flew towards the monk.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Su Ze quickly kicked his calf on the ground... quickly came to the opponent's side and attacked him.

The two wrestled with their hands, and the wooden stick fell straight down. Su Ze raised his foot and pressed over the opponent to catch it.

The wooden stick was resting on Su Ze's feet, and he was about to retract it...but he found a leg kicked towards his inside.

The monk threw out a punch quickly, and Su Ze blocked the punch and pulled it back, and then slapped the opponent with his palm.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

The monk held down Su Ze's leg to take back the wooden stick, and then turned his hand, making a whistling sound of wind.

Su Ze stepped back quickly and blocked it with his forearm, only feeling pain like burning fire.

Flipping the stick that escaped the attack, Su Ze rolled to the chair and picked up the chair legs.

With two sticks in hand, it looks like two knives... Su Ze blocked with a stick, and used some strength in his hands...