Twenty-four-year-old Feng Jiuyuan's dream in life is to open a chain of ten hotpot restaurants on the Bund.
Until that day, the strong man from the Iron Palm Gang was casually photographed by his grandfather into the sycamore tree in the park. Then grandpa told him - Tai Chi Sect leader, it's time to pass it on to you.
He is the fourth in line of succession behind an old dog, and whoever likes to be the leader of this mess should be the one.
But his grandfather only said: "Your grandma fed you fourteen years ago. It's time to wake up today."
Feng Jiuyuan opened the old book that his grandmother had hidden on the beam of the house and embarked on a path of no return. The Iron Palm Gang came to kick the gym, and he used a move to launch people into the air; Qingcheng sent a former elder to become his disciple, and he helped people clear their meridians that had been blocked for thirty years; Teacher Fang from the Traditional Culture Research Association wanted to talk about brand cooperation, so he sent them a photo of a paper airplane.
His backyard has become a center for exchanges between various sects, and he sells co-branded Tai Chi T-shirts with a small sum of millions.
As for the position of leader——
He looked down at his palm. That ball of heat woke me up, and I couldn't sleep anymore.
This is probably Jianghu. You don't want to be the leader, but everyone calls you the leader.
An urban light martial arts novel that will make you laugh until the end. It is about 30% kung fu and 70% human fireworks.
