Beauty Man: All Heavens and Immortals

Chapter 43 The Thirteenth Aunt Is Here
Baozhilin.

into the night.

Owen, who had already thought of a countermeasure, naturally wouldn't give up just because of Huang Feihong's few words. Seeing Huang Feihong's caring eyes, Owen smiled slightly.

"Master, it's okay, I'm going to shave my head bald, so that no one will find it strange."

"Bald?"

Huang Feihong was taken aback, looked at Owen with a strange look in his eyes and said, "Asu, are you sure?"

Over 200 years since the Qing Dynasty entered the customs, it has long been a habit to shave and keep braids. Owen looked weird and uncomfortable, and his thoughts were not clear, but Huang Feihong and others thought otherwise. They took care of the rat tail on the back of their heads carefully, I think it's still very good-looking. Seeing Owen voluntarily dressed as a monk, it's like the orthodox mainstream people treated those non-mainstream in Owen's first life.

Owen smiled and said, "Sure!"

Seeing Owen's firm eyes, Huang Feihong could only nod his head and said, "Since you insist, it's up to you! It's just Asu, you haven't married yet, and you have a monk's head on your head, I'm afraid..."

Owen laughed: "If your career is not successful, why should you make a family? And whoever said that you can't get married if you wear a monk's head? There is a saying that is not good: a monk matches a nun-it is right and natural!"

The corner of Huang Feihong's mouth twitched, he couldn't laugh or cry and said: "Asu, you fainted once, but you slipped your Chinese, and you can even speak such witty market sayings."

Owen took off his hat, pulled off the fake braid on his head, revealing his short hair when he was studying abroad, and took off his glasses, and looked into the distance, oh!Still a high myopia!

In desperation, Owen put on his glasses again, then lifted them up, and asked with a smile: "Master, then I will go to the street for a haircut tomorrow, and now I will go to Zhamabu first."

Huang Feihong said comfortingly: "Well, Asu, you have just practiced martial arts, now you should stabilize your horse's gait first, and I will teach you the routine after a while."

Owen nodded in agreement, and was about to turn around and leave when Huang Feihong said again.

"Oh, by the way, Asu, remember to get up early tomorrow and go out to exercise with us."

"Yes, Master."

Owen came to the yard, and under the moonlight, he began to stride, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale...

With the unique breathing method combined with the subtle floating of the body, Owen felt the star in his consciousness sparkle, and the starlight bet on the first star was much more, which gave him a sense of accomplishment.

So, after struggling for two hours in a row, Owen finally paid off and went back to rest.

The next morning.

Owen woke up early, feeling strong and full of energy. He changed his usual attire into the same practice clothes as Huang Feihong and the others, followed Huang Feihong and Ling Yunkai, and walked out of Baozhi Forest.

Outside, the militia members had already stood in a dense crowd. Seeing Huang Feihong approaching, they greeted Huang Feihong in unison: "Master, good morning!"

"Good morning, you too! Let's get started!"

Huang Feihong greeted, and led the team to run towards the beach. Ling Yunkai gave Owen a provocative look, and followed closely. Owen looked indifferent, and also ran, followed by those members of the militia.

"Hey, isn't this the fake foreign devil? Why did he follow along and throw away the fake braid?"

"That's right, didn't he study medicine with Master."

"What's so strange about this, Master's martial arts are so powerful, how can this fake foreign devil not be tempted when he sees it, and naturally he wants to follow suit!"

"Hmph, I'm overestimating my strength, I'm afraid I'll faint when I run halfway, and we'll have to carry it on my back!"

"..."

There are hundreds of people in the militia. They used to be sailors of the Black Banner Army. They fought against foreigners at sea. Naturally, they have a deep hostility towards foreigners. They used to have teeth and couldn't even speak Chinese fluently, and they just came here to learn medical skills. There is no intersection with them.

Therefore, even though Ya Casu was Huang Feihong's official apprentice, and they could barely be regarded as registered disciples, they had no respect for Ya Casu, only Ling Yunkai and Zhu Rourong, and respected them as senior brothers!

Seeing Owen mixed into their team now, naturally there are all kinds of weird things to say.

Fortunately, they still knew a little bit of propriety, they didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of Huang Feihong, they just whispered to each other, looking at Owen in front of them with twinkling eyes.

seaside.

on the beach.

Owen stood aside, sweating profusely, panting as he watched Huang Feihong and hundreds of people practice martial arts under the red sun against the sea wind and waves, a flash of shock flashed in his eyes.

Movies are movies, reality is reality!
No matter how the movie is shown, it does not have the ability to fully restore reality. This kind of aura can only be experienced most deeply when you really stand in front of it.

The body that Owen inherited is very ordinary, and he usually lacks exercise. Zama step can rely on the breathing method to cooperate with the slight movement of the body, and he will still be energetic after a long time.

But distance running is different.

If it wasn't for Owen Fu's deep heart and applying Zamabu's breathing method to running, he would have really collapsed halfway and made a fool of himself in front of hundreds of people.

But even if he reluctantly followed, his legs and feet were weak and his body was sweating like rain. He could only stand aside and watch them practice their routines.

However, Owen just glanced at them, and put all his energy on Huang Feihong, using his powerful mental power to keep his memory, and stared at Huang Feihong's every movement.

In order to accommodate everyone in the militia, Huang Feihong just kept repeating a set of Hongquan routines.

But a guru is a guru!

Huang Feihong's Hong fist was so powerful that even if there were hundreds of people behind him stealing the scene, there was no way for people to ignore his existence.

By the time they played the routine twice, Owen's breath had calmed down, he closed his eyes and recalled it, and began to practice according to Huang Feihong's routine.

It was very unfamiliar at the first time. After all, knowing is knowing, but some movements are still very difficult for Owen.

This is not like a horse stance, which is almost static. The difficulty lies in the coordination of the breathing method and the slight floating of the crotch.

For example, when he raised his leg high and kicked sideways, Owen memorized all the movement changes, but when he repeated it, how could his body keep up.

He fell directly to the ground, which made Ling Yunkai, who was driving on a desertion, overjoyed.

Some members of the militia also saw it and couldn't help laughing.

This time, Huang Feihong also noticed, stopped his movements, and ordered: "Don't look around, keep practicing!"

Flicking his sleeves, he came to Owen's side, helped Owen up, and comforted him: "Asu, this is the first time you practice martial arts, it's like this, your body can't stretch, naturally you can't do these movements. It will be fine for a while, don't worry about them."

Owen patted the sand on his body, and smiled faintly: "Master, I know, if you can't even bear this embarrassment, what qualifications do you have to pursue martial arts?"

Huang Feihong stared fixedly at Owen, and sighed for a while, "Asu, you are really different..."

Owen smiled and said, "Master, is it good or bad?"

Huang Feihong patted Owen on the shoulder, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Of course it is good, and it is very good!"

Morning class is over.

Owen returned to the urban area of ​​Foshan, found a barber near Baozhilin, and shaved off the short hair on his head, completing the first step of becoming a strong man!
Baozhilin.

"Haha, Yacasu, you really want to be a monk!"

As soon as he entered the door, Ling Yunkai clutched his stomach and laughed to greet him, and circled around Owen twice, laughing with tears in his eyes.

Owen touched his bald head, and the corner of his mouth curled up, "It's cool to be bald!"

As he said that, he walked towards the backyard, only to see Huang Feihong dressed in formal attire, and he didn't intend to make a doctor's visit.

"Master."

Huang Feihong looked up, his eyes were shaken immediately, he couldn't help blocking his eyes with his hands, and took a step back. At this time, Owen had already walked through the yard and came to the living room, without the sunlight refracted by his bald head, Huang Feihong finally opened his eyes, looked at Owen's new look, and slightly sighed: "Asu, your appearance is very kind, it reminds me of the experience of being sent to Shaolin by my father to study art when I was a child."

Owen was very satisfied that as soon as he appeared, he forced a master to retreat. Hearing the words, he said with a smile: "As the saying goes: The martial arts in the world come from Shaolin. Master, you can achieve today's achievements, probably because of a period of penance in Shaolin Temple, right?"

Huang Feihong nodded and said, "Well, more than ten years have passed in a flash!"

Owen sized up Huang Feihong's attire and asked, "Master, are you going out?"

Huang Feihong restrained his emotions, lifted the black umbrella in his hand, and said with a smile: "Yes, Uncle Gan sent me a letter asking me to go to the provincial capital, saying that I have some orders, and the teacher can only close the library for a few days."

Owen's heart moved, and he said with a mysterious smile: "Master, I have a hunch that you will have good luck this time."

Huang Feihong blushed. Although he was over the age, he was still a boy and a decent person. He was still very shy about love. When Owen said this, he couldn't stand it.

Barely suppressing the throbbing in his heart, Huang Feihong shouted, "A Su, don't talk nonsense!"

Owen laughed: "Master, I'm not talking nonsense. I have a premonition that Master will meet a very beautiful woman this time, and this woman is from the West, which fits well with the letter B of the West. This woman likes it very much." Master, and when this woman smiles back and looks at Master, Master, you will definitely be moved. When Master comes back, you will not be alone. Ha ha."

Huang Feihong's face became more and more red, and he shouted again: "Enough, Asu, the more you say, the more outrageous it is!"

Owen raised his mouth and said, "Master, if you don't believe me, let's wait and see. I'm going out to practice."

Huang Feihong stared blankly at Owen leaving, his eyes were flickering, his mind was full of emotions, and he tried his best to warn himself not to listen to indecent words, but Owen's words were like a flash of lightning, piercing his sky, making him feel bad for him. This trip to the provincial capital was full of unspeakable expectations, and he muttered: "Western letter B? What is that?"

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