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Chapter 6 Humanity is in urgent need of a ruler (Part )
in the afternoon.

Baicheng Railway Station.

In the surprised and astonished eyes of some people.

Under the conductor's puzzled and serious gaze.

Xiao Yu was wearing that ancient white robe. He calmly took out a hundred yuan and handed it over: "Hello. Buy a ticket to Los Angeles. The green train."

Since the white robe had no pockets, all his cash was still in his underwear.

So he wanted to spend all his cash first and did not choose to buy tickets on his mobile phone.

The ticket seller at the window took the money, looked at Xiao Yu's clothes, operated the mouse a few times, and said, "Going to Los Angeles, right? The 2:45pm train, hard seat, is that ok?"

"can."

"Ticket price: 78. ID."

"Okay." Xiao Yu nodded, put his right hand back into his sleeve, fiddled with his white robe, and handed over his ID card: "Here."

The conductor had no suspicion.

He reached out and took the ID card, swiping it on the machine.

Finally, he handed the twenty-two yuan change and the ticket back to Xiao Yu.

Leave the ticket office.

Xiao Yu looked at the time and found that it was only two o'clock in the afternoon.

After standing there and thinking for a while, he decided to take advantage of this time to find a place where no one was around to shoot a short video and establish a "personality".

It is also convenient for future "fans" to find his account and follow it based on this video.

So he took the escalator to the sparsely populated dining area on the second floor. After waiting for a long time, he found an empty space, quickly got into the toilet stall in the farthest corner, and slammed the door shut.

Then he straightened up, smoothed out the wrinkles on his white robe, took out his cell phone from inside the robe, and began taking selfies while looking up to avoid the toilet behind him.

"I am the master of traditional martial arts, Xiao Yu."

"The descendant of the ancient martial arts sect - the Daoist sect."

"I have heard that there are many evil people in the martial arts world who are deceitful and swindling, destroying the inheritance of our traditional martial arts and slandering the reputation of our ancient martial arts. I have been ordered by my master to come out and clear my name."

"Now, we sincerely invite all the professional boxing, Sanda, fighting, and martial arts masters from inside and outside the East China Sea to come to Huashan to discuss martial arts with us. In order to show the true history, culture, and martial arts heritage of our great country."

"It also allows hundreds of millions of people to see what real kung fu is."

"Snapped!"

After saying that, he stopped filming, sat down on the toilet lid, and let out a sigh of embarrassment.

Recording a cliché video in the toilet.

It's really a bit shameful...

"Dong dong dong."

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door next door.

A hand reached out from underneath: "Are you done, buddy? Do you have any paper?"

Xiao Yu: “…”

"Tear--"

Xiao Yu's toes suddenly dug into the ground.

The huge force tore the sole of the shoe apart...

……

Night.

Los Angeles West Station.

Under the gazes of people around him, Xiao Yu, wearing his "Wendaomen" attire, walked off the train.

There was no delay.

After following the crowd out of the gate of Los Angeles West Station, Xiao Yu immediately got into a taxi.

"Master, do you know 'Fei Ge Fighting Gym'? It's the boxing gym of the internet celebrity Da Fei."

"On Dongyi Road?" The driver turned around and glanced at Xiao Yu's clothes.

"Wait a minute." Xiao Yu took out his phone and confirmed the address on the homepage of "Da Fei" dance music: "Yes, it's on Dongyi Road. He only has that one boxing gym, right?"

"I'm not sure about that. Are you going?"

"go."

"Okay." The driver turned around, shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator.

After the taxi left Los Angeles West Station, Xiao Yu leaned back in his seat, swiped the screen of his mobile phone, and checked the feedback on his video on various platforms.

Unsurprisingly.

The first video received very little response without any streaming.

There are only four plays on P station.

Jumping music has more playbacks, but only twelve. Slow hand has a higher click rate.

There was even a comment.

Xiao Yu was cheered up and clicked on it immediately.

【The bad pen】

Xiao Yu calmly turned off his phone.

'The quality of modern humans is indeed in urgent need of a ruler...'

About twenty minutes later.

The taxi pulled over.

"We're here. Phineas's Fighting Gym. Look to the right." The driver pulled the handbrake and lowered the meter: "Sixty-five."

"it is good."

Xiao Yu turned his head and glanced at the brightly lit boxing gym in the night. He retracted his right hand into his sleeve and fiddled with a hundred-dollar bill.

"Cash? I haven't accepted cash for a long time." The driver took it and asked casually while changing the money: "Young man, are your clothes from the Han or Tang Dynasty?"

"It should be the Han Dynasty." Xiao Yu replied.

"You young people really value traditional culture." The driver handed Xiao Yu 45 yuan in change and said with a smile, "In recent years, I often see young girls wearing Hanfu on the street."

"Brother, you should look at little girls less." Xiao Yu took the money, opened the door and got out of the car: "If you look at them too much, your math will get worse."

"Hahaha. I'm good at math."

"..."

Wait until the taxi leaves.

Xiao Yu put the change back into his white robe and checked the time on his phone.

9:21 pm.

'In Dafei's Tiaole homepage, many short videos say that the live broadcast will start at 8 o'clock every night.'

"Then it should still be live now."

'The timing is perfect.'

After straightening the wrinkles on the upper part of his white robe, he strode towards the door of "Fei Ge Fighting Gym" without hesitation.

But when he approached the gate, he suddenly thought of something.

I slapped my head and turned to the ATM machine not far away...

……

same time.

In the boxing gym.

Da Fei, who is strong and muscular, was wearing a black short T-shirt and explaining fighting techniques on the ring.

Next to him was an assistant taking photos with his cell phone.

There were many students and offline fans in the audience.

"As I said before, footsteps are the most important. When you move, remember to take consistent steps. Don't take a small step with your front foot and then take a big step with your heel. This way, the distance between us will disappear... Let me show you, look at me like this..."

The assistant skillfully lowered the phone and aimed the lens firmly at Dafei's feet.

There are more than 2,300 people in the live broadcast room at the moment.

Comments are refreshing rapidly as always.

【Ah! Yuzu! 】

Is my food fermented?

[Where did you buy these shoes? They are quite sexy, right?]

[I want to see you beat up the students! Want to see your chicken feet? ]

[What well-developed calves...]

[Please speed up to watch the movie *******]

【I'm done.】

【…】

In the camera, Dafei's feet kept moving forward, backward, left, and right, always maintaining the same distance.

Showing his solid basic skills.

"See? This is the correct pace. When the pace is wrong, we will lose our center of gravity." Da Fei quickened the pace of his feet: "What will happen if you want to punch in the wrong posture? Yes, it will be difficult..."

While Dafei was teaching nonstop, a pair of feet suddenly appeared in the camera view of the live broadcast room.

A pair of feet wearing grey cloth shoes, half covered by a white robe...

……

(End of this chapter)