Listening to the speculations of the diners in his ears, Yun Tao's hand never stopped. He picked up a skewer of grilled yellow croaker and handed it to Jing Ting, who had been greedy on the side.

"Thank you, Brother Tao." Jing Ting happily took the little yellow croaker and couldn't wait to eat it.

"Haha, little greedy, you started to eat the barbecue before the guests were served." Zeng Quan had just delivered a barbecue to a customer and returned to the barbecue grill. He looked at Jing Ting's hungry ghoulish food, and joked with a smile.

"Yeah, there's no way. Who told Brother Tao to make the barbecue so delicious? I can't help it. Besides, this was specially roasted by Brother Tao for me. He knew that I liked to eat small yellow croaker the most." Jing Ting said.

"Give it, this is a roasted corn specially for you." Yun Tao handed over the roasted corn to Zeng Quan.

"For me? But there are still many customers who have not served the barbecue yet." Holding the fragrant grilled corn, this is my favorite barbecue. I always have to eat it once every time I set up a barbecue stall. However, many customers have not served the things, so I tasted it first. Zeng Quan felt a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, you eat it first. They are discussing it now. They don't have to worry about barbecue for the time being. Let's eat it quickly. The taste will be almost the same when it is cold." Yun Tao said.

"Then..., okay, I'll eat it." Zeng Quan looked at the guests next to him blushing as he discussed it now, and then he felt relieved and ate his favorite roasted corn cob.

...

"I said, what are we guessing here? The boss is almost busy now, so let the master tell us that we will know everything." A big man took a sip of beer and said to the person sitting around the table.

"Yes, Boss Yun, tell us quickly, where did you learn this skill?" The diners asked one after another.

"Ahem, thanks to all the guests, I'll tell you the origin of my Kung Fu. This is a very legendary story."

Yun Tao turned off the barbecue grill fire, took the towel handed over by Zeng Quan, wiped his face, cleared his throat and began to tell the bloody joke he made up.

"Twenty-five years ago, in a village in a continuous mountain, one day, there was a boy who was only eight or nine years old, who was just me, playing alone in the back mountain far away from the village. Suddenly, a half-human-high wild boar rushed out of the forest, thinking that the little boy rushed over." Yun Tao paused at this point.

"I said to Boss Yun, don't keep it in your mouth. Tell me quickly, I'm so anxious." A guest who was more anxious quickly urged.

"Okay, I'll continue to say it right away." Yun Tao replied immediately, there was no way God's request must be met.

"Just when this big wild boar was about to hit the little boy, an old man in a monk's uniform flew past the side and kicked the big wild boar. The wild boar flipped over a few fights, got up and ran away."

"I'm right, Boss Yun's kung fu comes from Shaolin." A young man who thought Yun Tao's kung fu was learning at least Lin said excitedly.

"Don't interrupt, listen to Boss Yun continue to talk." A guest next to him said dissatisfiedly.

"This old monk who saved the little boy is the only monk in the village. No one in the village knows the specific age. According to the oldest man in the village, this old monk is at least 100 years old..."

It took nearly half an hour to finish this mixed story to these curious eaters. Yun Tao found that he had never told lies before, but now he was panicked when talking about this, his face turned red and his heart stopped beating, as if it was true. It seemed that he was almost fascinated by the bloody jokes he made up.

"I didn't expect that Boss Yun would have such an adventure when he was a child, which is no worse than the adventures of the protagonists in many novels."

"Boss Yun, look at how I am learning martial arts with you now. I don't want to be like you. I can beat hundreds of people by one person, and I just need to beat more than a dozen people by one." A young man with a little thinness walked directly to Yun Tao and looked at Yun Tao in anticipation.

What a joke, I know how my skills are coming from. I can’t teach you even if I want to teach you. Besides, I have never thought about teaching people martial arts, let alone who you are? I don’t know you. I’m stupid to teach you martial arts.

"Haha, sir, I'm really sorry. I can't teach you martial arts." Yun Tao refused firmly.

"Why, I won't let you teach in vain. I will take you as my teacher, and I will pay the money." The young man said without giving up.

"Haha, it's not that I don't want to teach you martial arts, it's that I really can't teach you." Yun Tao waved his hands and pretended to be helpless.

"Boss Yun, why can't you teach? We all want to know. In fact, we also want to learn a move and a half." A great man who also wanted to learn martial arts from Yun Tao asked unwillingly.

"Well, my master's Dharma name is Wuming. He is not a master from Shaolin Temple. Our lineage started from the Southern and Northern Dynasties. The ancestor was Wuming who came to the Central Plains with Master Bodhidharma. Unlike other martial arts, the martial arts and mental methods of this sect are all passed down in one line. Only when the previous sect's master feels that his deadline is approaching will he look for disciples and use this sect's secret method to pass on the whole body's skills and mental methods to the next sect's Wuming. Only in this way can the mind method be passed down, and it can only pass on it alone. Once the disciple accepts the mental method and skills of the previous sect's Wuming master, the former sect's Wuming master will soon return to Xili.

This is the sorrow of our martial arts. Moreover, this sect has regulations: 1. No martial arts cannot be passed down from generation to generation. 2. Every successor who is not named must be very ugly. He is handsome or ordinary. 3. The age of the disciples he is admitted shall not be over ten years old, and the disciple shall not use any martial arts before he is thirty years old."

Looking at the disappointed expressions of people, Yun Tao felt secretly proud. He did not expect that he could come up with such an excuse to vomit blood in such a short time, and suddenly blocked the mouths of all those who want to learn from their masters. Haha, whoever wants to become a disciple in the future will tell them this passage.

"Then, Boss Yun, we often see the words of Chuangong on TV and novels. We believe that this is the case, so we can't blame you. But I just don't understand why you have to choose ugly people as the descendants of your meridians? You don't want to be handsome, but we still understand that handsome people are easy to cause trouble, but why are ordinary people not good?"

A man who often reads novels understands Yun Tao's "defense", but he must be ugly for every successor who is unknown. He will not be able to accept his handsomeness or ordinary appearance. This is very incomprehensible.

"This starts with our first ancestor. It is said that our ancestor was ugly since childhood and was often ridiculed. Because of his talent, he was recruited into the palace by the emperor at that time to be an official. As a result, when the emperor saw the ancestor himself, he was frightened by the ancestor's ugly appearance and ordered people to drive the ancestor out of the palace and ordered the person to never hire him. The angry ancestor became a monk.

Because our talented ancestor is ugly, no one is willing to talk to him in the temple. The introverted ancestor applied to be a guardian monk in the Sutra Pavilion. In this way, our ancestor stayed in the Bookstore for thirty years. During that time, our ancestor read all the scriptures and martial arts of the Bookstore and created this strange martial arts.

Later, he and the ancestor Bodhidharma traveled to the Central Plains together. Because he was ridiculed for his ugly appearance since childhood, he especially liked people who looked equally ugly, so he set this rule. "Yun Tao found that the novels were so good, so he made up stories so easy.

"Then why should the disciples you are admitted not be over ten years old, and the disciples are not allowed to use any martial arts before they are thirty years old?" Some people are also puzzled by this rule.

"This is easy to understand. Children under ten years old are very malleable. As for why they should not use any martial arts before the age of 30, they are mainly afraid that their disciples will be young and ignorant, and will harm society by relying on their martial arts. After the age of 30, people will mature and pass the age of causing trouble. Our ancestors have good intentions."

Looking at these diners who listened with relish, Yun Tao actually thought to himself that these regulations were actually made up by myself, so that I would not bother you to teach martial arts.

"I didn't expect Boss Yun's ancestor to be so legendary." A diner said to the person next to him after listening to the story.

"Can't it be a legend? Have you not heard of it? Boss Yun's ancestor and Master Bodhidharma, the ancestor of Shaolin Temple, were still traveling east to the Central Plains together. Can those who can come to the Central Plains together with Master Bodhidharma? I guess their martial arts are no less than Master Bodhidharma. Unfortunately, this martial arts is too special. Otherwise, a second Shaolin Temple would appear, and the legend about this unknown ancestor would have been passed down." A great man said with emotion.

"I guess this unknown ancestor and Bodhidharma may be brothers, otherwise how could they come to the Central Plains together?"

"I think this unknown ancestor may have a higher martial arts skills than that of the Master Bodhidharma. You see, he has been in the Sutra Library for thirty years, read all books, and created his own martial arts skills. I remember that Bodhidharma on TV only created his own martial arts after he came to the Central Plains."

...

People began to discuss this nameless ancestor who did not exist at all and his legend.

The police car whistle sounded in the event square.

The discussion stopped, and people turned to look at a Volkswagen police car coming to the barbecue stall. It seemed that the people in the city were in trouble.

Zeng Quan and Jing Ting came to Yun Tao and looked at the police car driving towards him with concern.
Chapter completed!