Chapter 333, the old man who knows ancient martial arts

"Damn, what a fuck!" Mohamed cursed with anger. He didn't squeeze the bus up, but even his wallet was stolen. Mohamed had a bitter face and said depressedly: "This is still one of the four ancient civilizations in the legend. Damn, where is it civilized? It's just a group of robbers!"

An old man from the capital next to him was holding a bird cage and said with a faint smile: "At first glance, you are a foreigner who has just come to China. You don't know enough about our vast China. Have you never heard of such a saying - the forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds!" After that, he whistled and teased the birds in the cage.

"The forest is big, there are all kinds of birds?" Mohammed murmured, nodded, and said, "It makes sense!"

"What makes sense? Do you understand? Do you know what it means? Just say it makes sense!" The old man said lightly: "There is another sentence you must have never heard of, that is, pretending to understand if you don't understand! You're the kind of guy who pretends to understand if you don't understand."

Mohamed was ashamed and nodded, "Old sir, I really don't understand that sentence. I'm really a foreigner who has just come to China. Can you help me answer some questions?" Mohammed thought to himself, his wallet was stolen anyway. I heard that the Chinese people are more hospitality. Although not everyone is hospitality, this enthusiastic old man in China must be a hospitality person. Otherwise, how could he say so much to himself? So Mohamed thought to think of a way to get some useful information from this old man. I heard that these old men have rich experience. Even if they can't get any useful information, it's still OK to get some money and other things from him.

Making up his mind, Mohammed decided to chat with the old man, so he looked humble and studious, and said in a bad Chinese language: "Please be sure to help me."

The old man smiled and said, "Yeah, it's great, young man, I appreciate your modest and inquisitive attitude, and I am happy to answer your questions, because after I was hospitalized for a long time, no one asked me for advice as modestly as you."

Mohammed smiled and said, "Pride makes people fall behind, modesty makes people progress! By the way, sir, are you in good health? Hospitalized? What disease are you?"

The old man smiled and said, "It's okay, it's just a minor illness, it's nothing serious. Come on, if you have any questions, just ask me, I promise to satisfy you!"

"Oh, that's right. I want to ask where the legendary ancient Chinese martial artists are? Are they all very powerful?" Mohammed asked while trying.

"A Chinese ancient martial artist..." The old man said with a silent expression: "That's quite powerful!"

"Oh? How powerful is it?" Mohammed suddenly became energetic and asked hurriedly.

The old man stroked the white beard on his chin and said with a smile: "How powerful is it? That can't be described in words, but I can probably describe it to you."

"Okay, OK, then thank you, Mr.!" Mohammed said with a humble look on his face.

The old man smiled and said, "The ancient Chinese martial artist, who has an average cultivation level, can open a monument to crack a stone, cut a big tree as thick as a bowl with one hand, and can kill a cow with one punch; if it is a little more powerful, it can pull down the weeping willows and fight a hundred; if it is more powerful, it can fight ten thousand, and a loud roar can scare away a million troops, change the color of the heaven and the earth, make the mountains collapse and the earth flow backwards... The most powerful one can go to heaven and earth, fight 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals, and have seventy-two changes, subdue demons and eliminate demons, and do everything, and finally protect Jin Chanzi to the west to obtain the true scriptures..."

"..." Mohammed suddenly felt something was wrong as he listened. This ancient Chinese martial artist was too powerful, right? Seventy-two transformations? Suppressing demons and eliminating demons? Going to the West to obtain scriptures? Isn't this the myth of China?

Although Mohammed was a little confused, he still did not express anything strange. He still listened carefully and said with a smile: "Old sir, are you ancient martial artists from China really that powerful?"

The old man nodded and said, "Of course! Actually, I still have a secret that I haven't told you!"

"What secret?" As soon as he heard the secret, Mohammed felt spirit again. Could it be a treasure?

The old man smiled, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "Hehe, actually... I am also an ancient martial artist. Although I am old, I am still an ancient martial artist after all!"

"What? Are you also an ancient martial artist?" Mohammed looked at the old gentleman in surprise.

The old man nodded domineeringly and said, "Of course, don't you believe it? Then I'll perform for you?"

"Show it?" Mohammed nodded repeatedly when he heard this, "Okay, okay, then thank you for your advice!"

"Okay, then you're ready!" After saying that, the old man put the bird cage aside and started performing on the spot. However, the old man's performance made Mohammed feel a little confused. This... is the legendary ancient martial arts? It's like a great dance god!

Just as Mohammed was puzzled, an ambulance that was as crazy as a sound, suddenly stopped beside Mohammed and the old man. A group of medical staff in white coats quickly got out of the car, carried the old man up and sent it to the ambulance.

Seeing this, the old man hurriedly shouted: "What are you doing? Why are you arresting me? Why are you arresting me? I am an ancient martial artist, I know martial arts, I am possessed by the God of War, I am Sun Wukong, who makes a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace, dare you arrest me?"

"What are you doing? Why are you arresting him?" Seeing this, Mohammed hurriedly stepped forward and asked. He finally found someone who could help him, but he could not be taken away just like that.

At this time, a middle-aged man came up and smiled apologetically, "Sir, I'm really embarrassed. This is my old father. He is old and has some brain problems. He is now receiving treatment in the Beijing Mental Hospital. Alas, the treatment has just started not long, so the effect is not very good. I'm sick again. Please forgive me for the inconvenience caused to you! I'll take him to continue the treatment!" After saying that, the group of people worked together to lift the "old man who knows ancient martial arts" into an ambulance with the words "xx Mental Hospital" printed on the body of the car. He closed the door with a shrill cry and left, leaving only Mohammed with a confused look on his face, and stood there blankly, his mind still couldn't turn for a while...

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Chapter completed!