Years: Salted fish life since going to the countryside.

Chapter 856: Being attacked inexplicably
After hearing this, Han Li looked around and found that after Gong Jianglong brought him here, he followed several other young men who looked like guards to work nearby, which meant that he was the only young man around. However, these old men were still looking at him.

What could Han Li say at this time? He could just laugh and compliment him with words like "old but strong", "vigorous", "old but virtuous", "childlike innocence", "time never gets old", "simple happiness", "quiet time".

No matter how many of them could understand, Han Li just kept on talking a lot.

"Hahaha, Lao Liu, this little doll you mentioned is interesting."

"This college student is really good at speaking whole words. Although I didn't understand most of what he said just now, I felt very comfortable in my heart."

"That's right. Han Li is a close friend of Lao Liu and I. Not only can he write poems, he can also speak several foreign languages."

While the dozen old gentlemen were talking to each other, there was only one old gentleman who remained silent. His eyes were fixed on Han Li's slightly drooping shoulders, his pair of naturally drooping white hands, his feet standing casually with a slight distance between them, and if you didn't look closely, you couldn't even see that his waist was slightly bent.

Han Li's seemingly natural behavior made the old man's eyes shrink slightly. His right hand holding the fishing rod suddenly tightened. Then he shook his head and smiled bitterly at himself. He obviously had some free time, so why couldn't he relax? This was really a problem.

But he changed his mind and decided to beat the kid on a rainy day since he had nothing to do anyway, so he might as well try to see if the young man's skills were the same as what he had observed. He also wanted to see whose boxing skills could train a twenty-year-old kid to this level.

Thinking of this, the old man's mouth corners slightly raised, he picked up a fishing rod rack about 1.5 meters long from the side, unloaded the excess things, shook it in his hand and said.

"You all have bad eyesight. This kid is obviously a man of both civil and military abilities. If I'm not mistaken, if he doesn't use his gun, even our guards combined wouldn't be enough to defeat him."

"what?"

"Just this fair and tender little baby?"

"Old Song, we know you practice martial arts, but you're exaggerating. You have to know that these guards learned their skills from professionals. Almost all of them are winners of martial arts competitions in their respective teams."

The man, who was called Lao Song by others, smiled faintly after hearing everyone's questions, stood up, gently swung the fishing rod holder in his hand, took a step forward, raised his arm and pointed it towards Han Li's chest.

Han Li had been staring at Mr. Song since he heard his words, but everyone else was asking questions and it was not his turn to speak. He did not expect that Mr. Song would attack him as soon as he stood up.

Moreover, the way of hitting people with this stick is the same as what he taught Qi Zhaodi, which is derived from the spear techniques.

Even though there is no gun tip, it is more practical, fierce, difficult to dodge, and ruthless when used to hit someone than to hit them with a stick. It can break the surface with a single point, and even if the opponent is wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, the damage caused by the point is still great.

Especially in the hands of people who are skilled in kung fu, "point" is just a starting move, and it can be changed in various ways according to the opponent's reaction, such as picking, poking, sweeping, circling, blocking, or continuing to point. If they point at ordinary people with the stick, they can directly declare the end of the fight.

Han Li looked at Old Song's attack and found that the other party not only had kung fu skills, but his kung fu was definitely not low.

If it were a different opponent, Han Li wouldn't care much even if the opponent was holding a stick in his hand.

First of all, it is because of the opponent’s age. The saying “young and strong are better than the strong” is not said in vain.

Secondly, although Song Lao’s stick is a weapon, it is not long enough and not heavy enough, so it cannot exert its maximum lethality.

With Han Li's physical fitness, as long as he was not hit directly in the vitals, the battle would almost end at the moment he was hit. If he attacked the opponent's vitals, or used "strength", one move could make the difference between life and death.

However, if the opponent uses a hammer, knife, sword, dagger or other similar weapon, then it would be a different story.

Han Li looked at how Old Song's technique and footwork left room for maneuver when he thrust the stick, and knew that the other party was testing him. He didn't want to dodge, and the stick would stop in front of him.

But Old Song seemed to have seen through Han Li's thoughts. He exerted force with his feet, and the strength and speed of his attack increased again, which made it impossible for Han Li not to dodge. His two feet, which were originally slightly apart, now exerted force at the same time with the forefoot of one foot and the heel of the other foot. He exploded in an instant and directly retreated two meters away, completely avoiding Old Song's attack.

Seeing this, Old Song alternately exerted force with his feet, raised his arm slightly, and pointed the stick at Han Li's face.

Seeing this, Han Li could only dodge again helplessly. The old men who could come here were all people who had made contributions to the country and the people. This made it impossible for him to fight back. He could only dodge and shout.

"Old man, where does this etiquette of giving a stick upon meeting come from? But it doesn't work in Sijiu City. Or has the younger generation offended you in some way? Whatever the situation is, how about you put away your magical powers first? How about we sit down and have a good chat?" "Haha, I just want to hit you with a stick, just stand there and don't move."

"Old man, you are being a bit unreasonable. It seems like this is the first time we have met. If you want to beat me up, you should at least give me a reason. When Qin Hui killed Yue Fei, he even gave him a 'false' charge. You should at least let me know where he died, right?"

"You little bastard, you actually dared to say that I am Qin Hui. How about I use this as an excuse to beat you with a stick?"

"Just pumping? Not tapping or poking?"

When Mr. Song saw that Han Li was dodging and talking while looking around, he knew that this kid named Han Li had already mastered the skill of "having eyes under his feet" very well, and it would be useless to chase him and beat him at his age.

But if the opponent stood still and let him hit him twice, he was confident that he could tell what kind of boxing he was practicing from his movements, so he stopped and said to Han Li.

"Yes, as long as you give me two slaps, this matter will be over."

At this time, Mr. Liu, Mr. Guan and others caught up and looked at Mr. Song and said with complaints.

"Old Song, everyone knows that you are a boxer, but who would just start fighting with someone without saying anything?"

"That's right. Don't you think about your age? Han Li once defeated eleven young men who broke into a house and robbed it. He chased a bear that was destroying crops all over the mountain and finally killed it. If Han Li had reacted a little slower and resisted a little, would your old arms and legs still be alive?"

"Old Song, what do you want to do? Are you unhappy with me for calling Han Li here? If so, just tell me and we'll leave right away. There's no need to play this game with me."

It was only then that Old Song realized that he was so busy testing the skills and boxing of this man named Han Li that he forgot that this little kid was called by Old Liu and Old Guan at the same time. It was indeed a bit embarrassing for him to do this, so he could only smile awkwardly and explain.

"Hehe. I just saw that Han Li has some kung fu skills, and they look pretty good. I wanted to see how far he has come and what kind of boxing he has practiced. If he has some connection with me, I can give him some pointers."

Mr. Song's statement obviously did not satisfy Mr. Liu. First of all, his sudden attack on his guest was a slap in the face. If he could let it off so easily, then how would he keep his face in the future? So Mr. Liu said in a tone of not giving up.

"Old Song, stop talking about these useless things. If you want to know, why don't you just ask directly? How can Han Li not tell you? What's the matter with the sudden attack? If you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, then we have to have a good talk."

"Count me in. I've been annoyed with the people from the Third Field Army for a long time. Let's beat him up together later."

Guan Lao's words made the corners of the mouths of the people around him twitch. If they brought up old grudges, all of them present today would immediately split into several groups and fight first.

However, some people were thinking that it would be nice to have a fight. They missed the feeling of fighting with others too much. Moreover, with their current physical condition and the guards standing far away, everyone was just fighting for fun. At most they would get bruised and battered, but at least they could find the feeling of blood boiling in the past.

As a result, several people at the scene were ready to make a move, and some even started to choose their opponents. At this time, Mr. Zhang saw this and stood up and spoke helplessly.

"Lao Guan, please stop making trouble. We are all quite old now. If you tell others about this, you won't be laughed at."

After Mr. Zhang said this, those who wanted to indulge themselves all restrained their thoughts. They didn't care about their own indulgence, but the most important thing was that they were afraid that their children would come and nag them after hearing it. At this time, Mr. Song said a little embarrassedly.

"I was careless in this matter. Actually, I was just excited to see the prey and wanted to find someone to do something with. You know that the people in the guard squad either refused to do anything with me or kept it to themselves. They were not satisfied at all, which led to what happened just now.

But you should know, Old Liu, that I have a lot of information on this subject, and I know a lot. After I have seen Han Li's situation, I promise to give him some advice based on his own situation."

Elder Song's words made Elder Liu feel much more comfortable. At least his face was back, but he still wanted to get more for Han Li.

"We don't understand what you said. For example, what if you can't give Han Li any useful advice?

"Then I will pass on my family tradition to him."

(End of this chapter)